Finally some good Beel content! Not just about food, or I love my family and you almost as much as I love food! He actually has interests and a personality outside of being hungry!!!đĽ°
This story is so good! And I play saxophone professionally so it was a lot of fun!
Though I'm not sure how Beel both started and stopped playing the saxophone before it was invented, let alone learned how to play jazz on it before jazz even developedđđđ little research goes a long way, obey me writersđđđ Maybe don't just pick a random number of centuries every time they haven't done something in a while? Make sure it makes sense lol.
But I will forgive them for the mistake because I love this card so much! I was so excited when I saw the music cards with animation! So glad I finally was able to draw them, it took so many draws! And I love them both!
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As I grow older I feel my capacity to understand that Miss Piggy is not a real person reached a peak in my adolescence and is now on a steady decline. I watched a Wendy Williams interview and there's this part that's like "can we get a ring cam!" and Miss Piggy shows her bling and I'm just like fuck she's so iconic. Miss Piggy who are you wearing? Miss Piggy have you ever considered running for office??
Like literally every time I see Miss Piggy there's a period where I need to readjust to the fact that it's not a person, and I feel that period is getting longer and longer with every instance
now all my Youtube recommendations are filled with Miss Piggy interviews. Iâm not complaining. Miss Piggy whatâs your secret to ageing so graciously
It's not just the audience; professional journalists, hosts, and actors report it is legitimately difficult to not see the Muppet as a person, and it is, in fact, incredibly easy to interview or act with them once the performer gets properly set up.
this has been a very longstanding issue - before the muppet show was even a thing some muppets appeared in commercials, such as rolf the dog
they had a continual problem where when people directing/shooting the dogfood commercial would give dirrection to rolf that they would be speaking to the muppet, to which rolf REPEATEDLY had to tell them âi cant hear you, you have to talk to himâ and point at the performer underneath him
rolf is one of the most embarrassing muppets to need this direction as the performer is this, damn, obvious when not on camera
âsir, i am a bathroom mat, the man you need to talk to is back thereâ
I did an interview with Gonzo one time, and when I got into the Zoom call, it was the actor on screen trying to figure out his audio. And then once he did, he went like âOKAY!â and then just like dove to the floor and it was Gonzo and there was never a moment when I doubted that the dude was just Gonzoâs tech guyÂ
nsfw prompt : prince diavolo and v/voice! the way i constantly think about mc being at his side at a long table of diplomatics and being so proud and aroused đŽâđ¨ at the sight of her man speaking with such authority and confidence. ugh. thatâs my brain rot lol. but pls ignore and make this prompt ur own. i love ur writing x)
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V - Voice (anything to do with the way they sound/them speaking)
Notes: there's no actual smut but it's still hella suggestive so MDNI!
Warnings: just reader being really turned on, voice kink
Characters involved: Diavolo
Female reader, you/yours
You didn't understand why this was happening to you.
You had been by Diavolo's side during diplomatic meetings countless times, always helping him negotiate with annoyed demons and bring up facts he might have overlooked.
The lack of a royal status above your head was never questioned with Diavolo's hand on your waist and allowed you to observe his meetings and indulge in the sense of pride you felt at his professionalism.
However, just because you weren't an important figure didn't mean that you behaved like a monkey at a ball, and knew better than to act amateurish or get in the way.
You had always been quite put-together and professional during diplomatic meetings, so what was so different today?
You knew what, after all, you had been hyper fixated on that factor for the past hour.
Even when discussing serious matters, Diavolo generally held an air of casualness that put the entire room at ease and made him sound like the Dia you knew and loved. However, the current meeting's affairs required a more serious approach.
If only Diavolo's voice didn't get an octave or two deeper whenever he switched from your Dia to Prince Diavolo, perhaps you could somehow refrain from squirming at his side as you watched him discuss the riots occurring in the east.
You wanted to remain professional, really, you did, but how could you focus on anything but his voice when Diavolo's tone suddenly sounded so devilishly attractive?
One would think that your sudden fixation on his voice would be enough for you to actually listen to what he said, but no, instead you found yourself with a blank mind and clenched legs whenever you heard the familiar hum of his voice.
To make matters worse, Diavolo definitely knew what was going on with you. Or at least, the sudden hand caressing the skin right under the hem of your skirt suggested he did.
"Right, darling?"
He was teasing you, you knew he was, yet you couldn't help but simply nod and drop a small 'of course' in order to make the diplomats turn away from you and back towards their prince.
Their prince who was currently rubbing small circles into your thigh as he slowly moved his hand higher and higher.
"Now, all that remains is the assignation, correct?"
Usually, it would be Barbatos who addressed such matters and closed the meetings, but Diavolo couldn't possibly pass up on the opportunity of teasing you a little more, especially not when he felt your legs once again subconsciously clench as he spoke.
If only you had known you had such a prevalent voice kink, you could have saved yourself the embarrassment of sitting through a meeting where Diavolo was actually serious for once.
However, your obliviousness forced you to remain by his side and occasionally quip in as Diavolo finished off the meeting.
Thankfully, Diavolo was nice enough to retract his hand and let it rest on your knee while he dismissed the diplomats, with it only moving to lightly hold your waist once the room was empty again.
He had you leaning against the dark wood table in the centre of his conference room the second they left, however, you didn't mind, in fact, you were the one to lean forward and hungrily kiss him.
Diavolo let you indulge in your sudden spike of passion for a moment or two, with his other hand dropping to your waist so he could push you further against the table until the two of you were pressed up against each other.
However, he was quick to pull away the second your kiss got a little too heated and your hands trailed a little too low.
"If I had known you had such an affliction for my voice, I would use it more in the bedroom."
"Why don't you use it now?"
Diavolo chuckled at your question, leaning down to drop a chaste kiss on your lips even as you felt his hands leave your waist.
"Unfortunately, it will have to wait until tonight."
You couldn't even pretend to be unaffected as you watched Diavolo and Barbatos leave the room, noticing the way the latter sent you an amused grin at the annoyed whine you let out.
Diavolo was certainly an intoxicating demon.
It was just too bad that he was also an awfully busy one.
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When you learned of the god of war, you thought heâd be tall and muscular and angry. When you were about to meet him, you braced yourself for the worst.
You werenât quite expecting the short, scrawny, shy kid you ended up getting instead.
Olive skin, black hair, skinny, dirty face with pale lines where tears had sliced through the ash and dust. AÂ white chiton dress and a threadbare shawl draped over her shoulders.
A pair of wings - huge, black vulture wings, far too large on her tiny body - were the only things that suggested she was divine.
The general shifted his weight from foot to foot. Obviously respect had to be given to gods, but⌠âEr - Iâm sorry, I was invoking Ares? The god of war?â
The child god shrunk in on herself, and pulled the shawl over her shoulders. She muttered something. âSorry?â the general asked.
âAres is the god of slaughter,â the child god said in a slightly louder voice. âNot war.â
The general looked at the priest. The priest shrugged, clearly lost at sea. âWell,â the general said, âthen maybe Athena? Goddess of tactics in war?â
âTactics,â the child god repeated. âNot war.â
There was a long, ugly silence, as the huge vulture wings shifted with the whisper of brushing feathers. âMy name is - was - Iphigenia. Daughter of Agamemnon, king of Mycenae, commander of the Greeks who stormed the walls of Troy. When my father disgraced Artemis, and the winds of Greece would not blow her battleships to Troy, I was brought to Aulis. For my wedding, I was told. I was-â
She sobbed. Teardrops dribbled off her chin and fell to the temple floor. âI was fourteen. And then I was brought to the highest altar in Aulis, and - and then - and-â
Another sob. âI was fourteen,â she said.
The vulture wings draped over her, and she disappeared under the cloak of black feathers. When they parted, and when the child god looked up at the general, he fell backwards. Those eyes. Eyes heâd seen a thousand times in battle -
âI am the true spirit of war, general,â the child god said. âI am the goddess of bloodshed, of sacrifice, of the slaughter of innocents. I am invoked when men ravage, burn and pillage. I am invoked when mothers cry out, when sons die, when daughters are stolen. I hear it all, general. I have heard it all since the fall of Troy.â
The terrible wings opened up. The child god loomed over the fallen man, twenty, thirty feet tall. Somewhere, the priest was screaming. âHow dare you call upon my name.â
War has no winners. It consists solely of anger and pain and loss. War is the great lie of humanity's history. The lie that bloodshed can grant fame or glory or wealth.
It instead wearies the human soul, steals fathers from mothers, mothers from children, children from their future. Destroys families and drinks the blood of human life until all that is left is the howling abyss of what could have been, of lives that ended before they began, of potential that will never be reached.
War is a lie. Protect yourself and what you love, but do not invoke war, for war devours and destroys indiscriminately, leaving behind only the tattered remains of what was once a bright future. Nothing is worth the loss of life and destruction of human bodies and souls that war will always, always bring.
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Sorry that I couldn't get it to share my result properly lol. But this was fun!
And, well, I am a hyper perfectionist and music lover like him so there you go. (I like to think I'm a recovering perfectionist, but he's not even trying so I can't say we're both recovering perfectionists lol.)
So here's a famous French joke, I'm doing my best to not have anything lost in translation but feel free to ask me to reformulate myself if you don't get it.
So it goes like this:
It's the story of three dwarves going into the mine. They all grab their equipment to go down and extract some ore: the first one gets a shovel, the second one gets a pickaxe, what does the third one get ?
I feel like not many people have the answer so allow me to rephrase
So you have three dwarves see ? Like the little bearded guys in Lord of the Rings. You know there's a trop with dwarves that they're underground and mine for precious ore, and so that's what our three guys are doing.
To go mining you need to get some materials and so they each get something. The first dwarf gets a shovel, because sometimes you need to dig to get to the ore. The second dwarf gets a pickaxe which you use to actually do the mining. What does the third one get ?
I feel like y'all should really give it a try, it's a classic here.
See, there's three dwarves, like, bearded little shouty men from the classic fantasy setting. They need to go to the mine. It's probably their job, they probably go to the mine every single day, it's not the important part. The important part is that they each get their tools :
So far, three people guessed the answer, and have graciously accepted not to show it, very sexy of y'all, thanks.
I'm getting a few French people who don't seem to know the joke which means it is my great pleasure to tell you, and so today, in case it might help, here it is, in French:
C'est trois nains qui vont à la mine. Le premier prend une pelle. Le deuxième prend une pioche. Que prend le troisième ?
Ok ok I get that maybe something is being lost in translation here so I'll take a swing at it.
It's the story of three dwarves (we don't have any more context, maybe they're brothers, maybe they're neighbors, in any case it seems like they go to the same mine or at least to mines that are reasonably close to each other so maybe they're coworkers? It would be the safest to assume although it is not stated.) That are going to work in the mines. First one gets a shovel (that's your basic digging tool, pretty good for soft materials and also transporting rocks into a wheelbarrow or a mine cart for example), the second one gets a pickaxe (can't effectively break rocks with a shovel now can they, you have to bring a pickaxe)
This one is very complex and there are very many elements at play here so I'll try to break it down.
You start with three dwarves. I don't know any French, but the English word dwarf comes from Proto-Germanic *dweraz; from there it may be related to PIE *dhwergwhos, "small object," or it may be part of the Pre-Germanic substrate. These dwarves are going mining, which has been a common trope associated with dwarves for as long as those stories are recorded; which is fitting, since copper and tin would've been very important to the Nordic Bronze Age material culture that gave us *dweraz, and flint and clay equally important to the earlier Corded Ware and Funnelbeaker cultures that preceded it.
Now pay attention, because here's where it gets tricky. The first dwarf gets a shovel (*skublo, from *skeubh-), which is a hand tool for moving earth. The second dwarf gets a pickaxe (*pician + *agw(e)si-), a hand tool for breaking rocks.
So all you have to do is figure out what the third one gets.
Hello I am tired and have been talking about the theory of my samples all morning my brain is fried. Anyways here's probably my biggest hint for the dwarf joke: reaction from french people
And for those who haven't found yet, one last time, with feelings:
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I leave a comment on every single fic I read. Sometimes when I read published books I go and leave a comment somewhere the author can find it. Granted, I literally majored in âleaving comments on ficsâ (English Education), but once you start doing it it just becomes second nature. Now youâre gonna go to the Ozymandias school of leaving comments:Â
Problem: I canât leave kudos again.
Beginner: This is a second/third/fourth Kudos
Advanced: This is my second/third/fortieth time reading this, I still love it so much. Here are a few new things I noticed. I like the way you personally do x, y, z compared to other authors Iâve read (in this ship/genre/fandom).
Problem: I donât know what to say :(
Beginner: Just list what you did to read this fic. âI stayed up late reading thisâ, âI read this on a crowded trainâ, âthis kept me company while sickâ.Â
Advanced: X,Y,Z parts made me get butterflies, and I had a physical reaction to this part of the story, I squealed outloud when characters did x,y,z. I blushed at this part. I laughed out loud here. Whatever.Â
Problem: Iâm embarrassed to leave a comment (what if I annoy the author?)
Beginner: Short answer: you wonât EVER annoy the author (unless youâre needlessly mean) But to start, be generic, you donât have to spill your soul in the comments section. âI liked thisâ âI enjoyed reading thisâ ânice ficâ.
Advanced: This really meant a lot to me that you wrote this. This is something I feel like Iâve always wanted to read. This fic hit me in all the right places. Etc.Â
Problem: I donât know how to express myself/my experienceÂ
Beginner: My beginners go to is to highlight a line, put that in your comment and say âi liked thisâ or to identify basic emotions you had while reading and comment those âthis made me happyâ âthis part made me sadâ âi almost criedâ âyou made me laughâÂ
Advanced: âHighlighted lineâ This line made me smile because it has to do with character development/itâs really romantic/itâs so unique/itâs moving. Sometimes I donât highlight a line at all, I just talk about the stuff Iâve noticed were unique to the fic. âI love the way you did this particular thing with this characterâ.Â
This? This is an amazing post. This is the Captain Awkward of commenting postsâit addresses all your fears directly and gives you actionable scripts for each one.
Hey! Some of this can apply to responding to works on writeblr, too! Wonderful advice for if youâre stuck on a comment but you really want to leave one (and you should, if you can!).
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@christinawayne : idk if requests are open butttttt may I request Lucifer x reader on her period scenario? Maybe he cuddles her and rubs her tummy?đĽ˛đĽ˛ love ur workkk :))
Tw: Anything regarding the female's menstrual cycle
Fluff
Every month, Mc's womb wants a baby, and when she doesn't make one, her body decides to become petty and take revenge by giving her the most painful cramps in the entire three worlds, and, well, basically making her hormones go crazy and emotions haywire.
Today was unfortunately one of those days.
Eyelids slowly fluttering open, pain hit her lower stomach like a trainwreck, a headache forming between her brows as she let out a groan. She was curled up in a ball, hating her incapability to do anything but lay there.
She hates periods.
"Good morning, my love," a voice from the doorway said, and she peeked over to see her Lucifer standing there, water and painkillers prepared in his hands and a look of concern subtle on his face. "I see you're awake."
"My saviour..." she whispered, almost tearing up at seeing the love of her life, walking over to her and setting the tray down on the bedside table. As the bed dipped down besides her, she took the glass of water and swallowed two pills, careful to not spill any onto the mattress and grateful for the temporary remody.
"Is there anything else I can do to help?" Lucifer asked, in a voice so soft, so exclusive for only her, she's once again reminded on why she fell for him in the first place. Taking her hand in his, Lucifer thumbed her knuckles as he asks "perhaps you'd like breakfast in bed?"
"No thanks..." she shook her head, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Can we cuddle?"
He engulfed her in his arms, wrapping them around her protectively and laying down with her.
"Of course, my love."
Lucifer held her, her back to his chest as a hand soothingly rubbed over her bare stomach, providing heat in the affected area. It was comforting, she thought, the pain lessening as she sank further into his embrace . Fluttering kisses were placed onto her neck and cheeks, and one on her lips before his head rest above hers, his hand gently caressing her lower stomach and the other messaging any sore places.
"Better?" he whispered, barely there that she could've easily missed it.
"Much better," she closed her eyes, feeling loved and full with Lucifer with her.
"Love you."
The hand stopped for the briefest of moment before it continued.
"I love you, too."
A/N: Multiple times I caught myself writing in second-person's P.o.v (You/Yours) and had to go back to fix it... So that's that. Also, soft Luci is best Luci. Hope you enjoyed this~
OM!Brothers Reacting To You Mumbling Their Names In Your Sleep:
Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor.
Tw: None
Fluffy fluff fluff
It was normal for Lucifer to stay up late, between the political work Diavolo had trusted onto him as well as having to account for his brothers' money expenses... This was another one of those nights.
His eyes were tired when he glanced at the time, sighing as he noted it was well past 3 in the morning. He should get some sleep.
Pushing away the paperwork for the night -and actualy being responsible about his mental health for once, Lucifer made his way towards his bedroom. He smiled when he saw you sleeping soundly on the bed. You were clutching his pillow, snuggling into his scent with a peaceful look upon your face- the definition of an ethereal beauty.
After changing into some comfortable night robes, he climbed into bed next to you when he heard you mutter his name.
Lucifer froze. Did he wake you up?
A glance to your direction denies that he did. You must be dreaming of him, he mused as he carefully manoeuvered your body to spoon you and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. You smiled.
He's glad even in your unconscious state you recognized him as your lover.
Mammon cursed himself. The photoshoot wasn't supposed to last this long! You and him had already planned an entire date together- tickets to the latest movie then dinner at a restaurant, and maybe some cuddle time back at the House of Lamentation...
When he entered his bedroom, you were sleeping on the couch, dressed in a way that made it obvious you were waiting for the him but the pang of guilt he supposed he should feel was buried beneath an overwhelming sense of love. He kneeled besides you, observing your sleeping face being illuminated by the tv in a soft halo while he gently flicked a few stray strands of hair away from your forehead.
How was he so fortunate to have you?
"I'm sorry, babe," he whispered, cradling your face with one hand, "I'll make it up to you tomorrow, yeah?"
"Mammon..." you mumbled in your sleep, nuzzling into the warmth of his palm. His face heated up, eyes flickering between you and anywhere else before he let out a groan.
"You're lucky you're my human," He muttered as he picked you up and changed you into some more comfortable pyjamas, snuggling with you in bed with a small smile on his face.
He's lucky you're his human.
You were sitting on Leviathan's lap, watching him play a new game. His head was rested on your shoulder as his eyes focused on the screen, talking you through the gameplay and letting out a few curses every now and then.
You, on the other hand, had had a long day. You had just finished all your tasks for the week and considering the time, it wasn't abnormal for your eyes to feel droopy. You let yourself be overcome by sleep, the sounds of Leviathan's game continuing in the background.
He didn't think much of it when you slumped against him, eyes still trained on his boss battle. It was only when he won did he look at you and was met with your sleeping self.
"Levi..." you mumbled, making yourself comfortable on his lap. His face flushed a bright red. Mo-Moe!
Taking out a phone, he snapped more than a few photos, wondering how you're so effortlessly cute even in your unconscious state. Satisfied, he gently carried you to his makeshift bed, smiling as he joined you in your sleep.
You and Satan were in his room, having another one of those dates where you peacefully read a book together. It was nice, surrounded by the ambience created by the candles and the smell of books and your lover. It felt like home.
With his voice reading to you in a calming manner, it didn't take long for it to lull you to sleep, drifting you off into a dream as your head laid on his shoulders. He didn't notice, at first, his voice still gliding through the air. It was until you twisted and turned did he hear your peaceful snores.
You'd fallen asleep.
Satan stopped reading aloud, a gentle smile on his face as he tucked the blanket more comfortably around you. You muttered his name, voice so soft he could've easily missed it, but he didn't. A red hue tinted his cheeks.
His hand pet your head, wondering what you were dreaming of that made you call out his name before he reached back for the book, reading silently as his warmth embraced you in your sleep. His hand played with the hair at the nape of your neck.
This is nice, he thought, his eyes glancing at your sleeping form every once in a while, gaze fond.
Asmodeus had always woken up earlier than you, his skincare routine requiring a strict schedule. He had just finished another morning routine when he returned back to your shared bed, carefully laying next to you as he watched you sleep.
You were adorable!
He had always admired these parts of you, and seeing how you still have time before school, Asmo decided he should let you have your sleep. Playing with your hair, he hummed a quiet tune, basking in your presence while you snored quietly, your breathing even, soothing.
You moved in your sleep, before a soft mutter of his name was caught by his ears.
"Hm?" He stared, noting you were still asleep. You must be having a nice dream, if he was in it. He grinned at the thought. "Even in your sleep you still think of me, love?"
He gave you butterfly kisses- on your forehead, nose, cheeks, retreating back when your eyes fluttered.
"I'd hate to disturb your dream, but the real thing's better, don't you think?"
Beelzebub had just taken a shower after his morning run, a towel draped over his shoulders as he dressed casually in grey sweatpants and a tank top. You were still sleeping in your bed, hair strewn about on the pillow, face scrunching at whatever thoughts you were having.
Cute.
He stood towering over your sleeping form, drying his hair as he wondered if he should wake you up. It was a weekday, and he doesn't recall any plans you might had have for the day.
"Beelz..." you chirped quietly as your hand stretched as if you were reaching for something- you're eyes were still closed, still asleep. You smiled when you grabbed a hold of his hand, pulling slightly to get him closer to you.
A light blush coloured his cheeks, but he followed your movements nonetheless. Towel left forgotten, he moved to lay comfortably besides you, cuddling you when you pulled him closer.
Looks like a lazy morning is in due.
Belphegor had woken up in the middle of the night. Why? It seems his partner had somehow escaped his arms and was sleeping on the other side of the bed, dare looking innocent.
The stars were shining above you, twinkling in an endless sky, the moonlight hitting your face in such a way it makes you look like a masterpiece.
But he didn't care.
He glared at you. How dare you interrupt his sleep like this. His tail flicked once, twice before pulling you to him, his arms holding you firmly while he entangled your legs together so you can't escape as easily anymore.
Nuzzling into your neck, he felt your arms encasing him, softly muttering his name. Did he wake you up?
He leaned backwards, studying your face and realized that no, he didn't. So you were still thinking of him even in your sleep, huh?
He smirked. Okay, maybe he'll forgive you for your blunder just this once.
A/N: No one asked for this, but you've all got it. Imma be honest, I'm proud of this fluff! The previous attempts had somehow turned into angst... Don't ask how, Idk myself.
Hope you all enjoyed it! Any feedbacks are highly appreciated.
Also, how'd you like the 2nd PoV?
Inspired by this Haikyuu post here.
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