I’ve Always Wanted To Chug A Jar Of Mayo

since the demo for Symptoms of Deceit launched I had to take the opportunity to draw my boy Nalis. Nalis belongs to @symptomsofdeceit, go play the demo! Also support the creator on their first project. :]

Diavolo: ...

MC: *standing on their back legs* *begging eyes*

Diavolo: I was joking when I said I wouldn't bring you back to Barbatos.

Diavolo: So please don't cry. I also want to play with you... *puppy face*

MC: *squeaks*

MC: *goes to climb on his lap* *squeaks*

Diavolo: You'll play with me?

MC: *squeaks*

Diavolo: Great! Actually I bought some new toys—

Barbatos: Young master.

Diavolo: *slowly turns his head* B-Barbatos?

Barbatos: *woke up without seeing MC that should be sleeping on his chest*

Barbatos: *smiling* Do you know how much I have panicked when I didn't see them?

Diavolo: *laughs awkwardly* I— I did knock on your door.

Barbatos: Then why wasn't I woken up?

Diavolo: ...

MC: *squeaks* *looking at him*

Barbatos: *his mood suddenly changed* There you are. *gets them*

Diavolo: Barbatos...

Barbatos: *kisses MC on the cheek* Let's eat breakfast.

Diavolo: But... I have prepared breakfast for them too... *as he watches them leave*

The astral express' hunter

Mao heng 🐈‍⬛ and the crew

Levi: Solomon... Why didn't you tell me?

Levi: WHY IS MC WITH BARBATOS RIGHT NOW?!!!

Solomon: ...

Solomon: Because MC deserves love and happiness that you failed to give them.

Levi: I... I could do that... If you have given me another chance—

Solomon: Levi... Are you hearing yourself? Another chance? Who are you to be given another chance?

Levi: ...

Solomon: You were not the one who suffered, neglected, and felt unwanted because you're selfish who only knows about himself!!!

Levi: ...

Levi: B-But I love them... We promised to always be together...

Solomon: Yes. And you broke that. It's not my problem anymore. I have done my part.

Levi: ...

MC: *flinches*

Barbatos: MC? What's wrong? *worried*

MC: *smiles* It's nothing.

Barbatos: ...

Barbatos: *smiles softly* *pulling them closer* *petting their hair*

Barbatos: Let's postpone the honeymoon for now and sleep like this.

MC: But... Isn't honeymoon an important thing for couples?

Barbatos: No, MC. You're the most important right now.

Barbatos: I want you to be comfortable.

MC: ...

MC: *snuggles against him* I am.

Barbatos: ...

Barbatos: My eternity... Your words alone could make me weak.

MC: *about to fall asleep* You have always... been saying that...

MC's siblings: *talking about love*

"I wonder when I will be summoned to meet my fated lover."

"I heard love can be bitter or sweet. How about you, MC? What do you think?"

MC: ...

MC: *smiles at them* I don't know. The idea of love... doesn't fascinate me.

MC's siblings: *looks at them, confused*

"But MC, you're an epitome of love itself."

MC: *hearing that someone is calling their name*

MC: I'm being summoned...

MC: ...

MC: I don't want to go.

"They're here."

MC: *opens their eyes as their red string get attached to their destined one*

Barbatos: *looks at them in awe*

MC: *tears up for an unknown reason* *then starts crying*

Barbatos and Solomon: *panics*

Solomon: H-Have we done something wrong?

Barbatos: *quickly approaches them* *wrapping his coat around their shoulders* *hugging them*

Barbatos: I'm sorry. Were you not expecting me?

MC: No... It's... I don't understand... Why I feel relieved...

How does fluffy Lucario look after a bath? Does he become big ball of floof, or just a bit fuzzier?

decently puffy

“ Z is always so quiet and mysterious, what goes on inside his head?”

Z:

welt discovers something new

Language Of Love

AlHaitham X GN! Reader

“‘Italics’” = he’s speaking another language

“So.. you can speak 20 languages?”

A random conversation.

It was easy to guess how you got to this point, boredom.

Spending time with your.. acquaintance, who you may or may not have a crush on, wasn’t on your agenda today, but here you are - sitting on a chair in his office as he effortlessly scribbles down sophisticated words onto parchment.

The sound was certainly pleasing to the ears, skrch sccrch sckrch.

You had no clue what he was doing. Oh, the duty of a scribe..

Or why you even came here..

No.

You knew why you came here, to spend time with him, as a friend only. Or maybe you were less than friends. It was hard putting a label on things when it came to the emotionally stunted AlHaitham. He was almost as bad as the General Mahamatra.

You just forgot how boring spending time with him can be if he’s busy working, thus leading you to flip through one of the many books on his bookshelf.

Yeah, you quickly got bored of that too.

These weren’t story books, they were informative books. You suppose to a man like him who enjoyed learning, this was like being surrounded by candy. To you? Its like being surrounded by encyclopedias.

He probably reads encyclopedias for fun.

So here you were, starting a conversation on a little fact you heard an academia student mutter like it was a piece of gossip even though it was probably outlined somewhere.

“Yes,” The scratching of quill to paper continues even as he glances up at you for a split second, “It’s important for scholars to broaden their knowledge and fluency of languages as to not hinder important research that may be written in a different dialect.”

All of Teyvat spoke the same language, it was easy to wonder why everyone from ancient times suddenly decided to switch. Of course you wouldn’t ask him such a thing, not right now anyway.

You had a plan.

A plan to woo this man.

The many failed attempts before can not hinder you.

Smugly, you said to him, “I bet I know one language you can’t speak.”

Oh, you were already giddy.

Curiosity peaked, his scribbling halted, eyes on you, “Is that so?” He was eager to hear you answer.

Whether you were toying with him, or genuinely knew a language he could add to his list, he was willing to listen.

“Do tell.”

Clearing your throat, you sat up straight and gave him a cocky smile, “The language of love.”

You were met with silence, as expected.

He was starstruck, surely. In awe. Was he wooed?

You could easily speak up with the punchline after his response, oh!! You would say, ‘but I can teach you!!’

Oh, he’s about to respond! He’s-!

“You must be referring to the ancient Fontaine language used by higher class citizens, commonly known to scholars as the language of love due to how words would ‘roll off the tongue like silk’ when speaking it.“

–an idiot? You were gobsmacked.

And he was smirking on the inside.

“I’m surprised you know of this language, you must have learned something from one of the books you’ve flipped through in the library.”

“That’s not,”

“I can even demonstrate it for you.”

“Wait!”

You began to fluster as he indeed began speaking a language completely foreign to your ears.

He was right, the words did flow silkily. This did not make you feel any better. Your pickup line failed miserably.

“‘You are so adorable, trying to trick me like this.’”

You can’t help but pout, wondering just what he was saying.

“‘Look at you, cheeks flushed and puffed like a fish. Honestly, how am I supposed to work efficiently if you’re here distracting me.’”

“Aw come on,” You began to complain, frowning at the gloating male, “I can’t understand you, y’know.”

“‘I do wonder if you’re aware that I know you like me, you wear your heart on your sleeves, my dear,’” he smiles ever so slightly, which completely unnerves you, “‘I like you too.’”

His cheek rests on his knuckles as he leans back and observes your frustration. Oh, how happy he was you brought this up. Any chance to show off his ability and confess without you knowing is always a good opportunity.

He’d shower you in compliments and confessions in all 20 languages if he had the time, perhaps even spill secrets to your unknowing ears.

Oh, how he would like that. He could say his deepest, darkest desires and you’d only look at him with confusion.. maybe even annoyance.

The thought pleased the busy scholar.

“That’s so mean you know, am I supposed to look up your words in a dictionary or something?”

“Oh, they wouldn’t be in a dictionary.” He reaches forward and tugs at your cheek, elation swirling in his broad chest as you whine and swat at his large arm.

“Should you remind me at a later date,” when he’s finally made you his, of course, “I’ll happily tell you what I said.”

“How about right now.”

“It is not a later date, only the time has changed.” Breathing out a sigh, faking annoyance, he turns his attention back to his paperwork, picking back up his quill.

“Ok, so I can ask you tomorrow.”

“You can, however, I’m under no obligation to tell you until I want to.”

“I dislike you very much, Scribe.” You grumbled, settling back in your seat.

He chuckles to himself, “I’m sure you do, ‘sweetheart.’”

MC: I don't get it when Satan's like, "Don't compare me to Lucifer, I don't look like him."— Bitch. That's how fucking genetic works.

Satan: ...

Lucifer: *laughs*

MC: See Beel? Yeah. Beel is the only orange in the family. He should be the one complaining!

Beel: ...

Belphie: *ends up laughing too*

MC: Gosh! You're fucking stressing me out!

Levi: Lol. I told you that you shouldn't be fighting in front of them. They'll be roasting you for no reason.

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