I Like To Imagine That Clark Kent’s Search History Is Mostly Normal But Then There’s Stuff Like “improved

i see y’all with your “steven goes to work at the mystery shack” headcanons and i’ve just gotta say… he would absolutely be the sketchiest person in gravity falls

do you take a werewolf boyfriend to the vet or the doctor. this is too complicated

Narinder re-learning what it’s like to be alive

it’s not fucking tinnitus idiot that’s my guardian angel speaking to me

No particular order

1) Severus Snape - Harry Potter

2) Shoto Todoroki - BNHA

3) Sherlock Holmes - BBC Sherlock

4) Bill Cipher - Gravity Falls

5) The Beast - Over The Garden Wall

6) Dorian Pavus - Dragon Age

7) Crowley - Good Omens

8) Eclipsa - Star Vs The Forces Of Evil

9) Ella Lopez - Lucifer

10) Tony Stark - Marvel

Tagged by: @toomuchtoolittle (thank you!!)

Rules: List your favourite characters from 10 different fandoms and then tag 10 people.

In no particular order,

1 - Steve Rogers (MCU)

2 - Winn Schott (Supergirl)

3 - Wyatt Logan (Timeless)

4 - Tony DiNozzo (NCIS, early seasons only)

5 - Jake Jensen (Losers)

6 - Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

7 - Mark Watney (The Martian)

8 - Jack Kelly (Newsies)

9 - William Brandt (Mission Impossible)

10 - Shawn Spenstar (Psych, early seasons only)

This was a lot harder than it should have been…

Tagging: @cairistiona7, @jinxquickfoot, @sholiofic, @buckywiththegoodhair86, @elspirito23, @weirdostarkid, @chalkrevelations, @ninjagoat, @you-cant-just-import-answer, @trekkiehood, and anyone else who wants to play!

never seen this before so may i ask hcs with the demon bros x kuudere mc? basically an mc who seems aloof and doesnt express much emotions at first glance, but they are flustered and blushes when they receive their affection. a kind hearted softie. thx and love your hcs!! <3

kuudere!mc gn reader as always ^_^, spoilers for ch16 in belphies, makeup mention in asmos i love kuuderes... theyre my fav type of character trope in anime! >_&lt; i decided to write this one a bit different because i loved the idea so much!! i'll prob end up doing a part 2 with the dateables hehe...

LUCIFER likes the fact that you're calm and mature and not one to be dragged into his younger brothers shenanigans. He's not going to rub it in your face whenever he gets to witness one of your soft moments. When he has you to himself, he wants to see the soft, bashful side of you.

Lucifer isn’t one to just hand out affection, especially to his nuisances he calls his younger brothers. There was just something about you; so cold and calm, yet so caring and soft when the others aren’t around. He realises it’s endearing, and he craves to see those soft cheeks of yours blossom into the pink they so rarely do.

He raises his gloved hand, and rests it upon your head. He pats once. He pats twice. He sees your eyes widen and your lips curl into a flat line, and your face turning a shameful shade of red he wished he would never be seen with. He sees your eyebrow twitch, and he can’t help but the smirk that crawls onto his face and the chuckle that escapes him.

“What was the for?” you mumble, avoiding his eyes and playing with your fingers.

“Hmm?” It’s almost taunting the way he’s speaking. “For doing a good job on your exam, of course.”

He’s lying, of course. You barely passed. Even Mammon got a higher score than you did.  

MAMMON can’t say he’s the biggest fan of your stoic personality. Whenever he cracks a joke, his first response is to turn to look at you to make sure you thought it was funny… just to see your blank stare. He’s comically shocked whenever he sees your soft side, after being shot down and down again with your blunt responses.

“You can smile?!” he exclaims, eyes wide and a finger pointing at you accusingly. “Man, I should’ve taken a pic of ya! Would’ve sold for some grimm…”

You stare at him, eyes blank and smile long gone. "What is wrong with you?"

"Huh?! Whaddya mean? Can't a demon make some money around here? Geez..." He huffs, crossing his arms. "C'mon, smile again! Let The Great Mammon make a buck!"

Mammon is just too embarrassed to admit he just wants to see your smile again. He's definitely going to be up all night thinking about how cute you looked. If he ever got a hold of a picture of you smiling... no way anyone else was going to see it!

LEVIATHAN totally calls you a kuudere to your face, and isn't afraid to compare you to anime characters he's a fan of. It does make him think one day, if you were the classic kuudere... you would have a soft side, wouldn't you?! It makes him blush just thinking about it... and he wishes you would show that cute side of yours to him and him only.

He frantically knocks on your door, Akuzon package in hand. "C'mon, open up!" he whines, impatient and excited. The door opens, and he shows you the package. "The game you wanted to play came! Let's go play it!"

He drags you back to his room, fingers tight around your wrist. He gets comfy in his chair and passes you the controller, game starting up and theme music echoing throughout his aquatic room.

"You bought this?" you question, focused on the screen in front of you. "For me?"

"Yeah?" he answers without second thought, before his face flushes red. "B-But only because I thought it looked good too!"

He turns to look at you, and sees your face ablaze and the way your eyes frantically look away from his in embarrassment. The reaction is contagious, and he almost chokes on his saliva because he knew it. He knew he was right.

You are too cute.

SATAN likes the calm aura you have unlike his brothers. Mammon's scummy, Asmodeus is okay sometimes, Levi, Beel and Belphie are always in their own world and don't get him started from Lucifer. You're like a breath of fresh air to him and he often finds himself drawn to you. There was just something about you.

It's another day, and Satan can't sleep. And when he can't sleep, why not go visit the strays that hang out near the House of Lamentation? Sure, he'll probably get distracted and end up outside longer than he intends (probably until the crack of dawn...), but he knows you'll be out there loitering somewhere.

"Look at you," he hears you coo, picking up a black cat and cradling it close. "You're so cute. So soft. So magestic." You look so different, not your usual stoic self... You look content.

"I didn't know you liked cats so much," he teases, hand on his hip and peering down at you. He would've loved to sit back and watch the scene of his favourite person playing with cats but he didn't want to miss out on the action himself.

You look at him like a deer caught in headlights. He bites back a laugh and thinks, yes- you are special.

ASMODEUS loves your stoic façade. He thinks the mystery of who you really are is seductive and enticing. He wants to know you more, to break this shell you have around you and piece by piece slide himself in. He knows he can do it, he's done it plenty of times before. He's completely enamoured by you.

He doesn't know how he's managed to do it, but he's roped you into being his little makeup model for the time being. Maybe it's because he promised you some grimm if you let him post pictures of you on Devilgram, but still. He's happy with what he gets.

Asmodeus leans forward, and thumbs away the smudged lipstick at the corner of your mouth. He knows he's closer than he should be, but he takes a minute to lean back and admire his work.

"Don't you just look gorgeous!" He smiles, pleased with himself. "Oh, darling, you look like I could eat you right up!"

He doesn't expect you to turn a violent shade of red- he's said worse things, more naughty things - but this is what breaks you? The genuine compliment that rolls off his tongue?

He smiles inwardly, and keeps the information packed away for later use.

BEELZEBUB finds it hard to gauge your reaction sometimes. Nobody in the house is really stoic and blunt like you... He does think it's funny when you put Mammon in his place, though. Or anyone who tries to eat his food from the fridge. He likes it, he thinks. And he realises he likes it even more when he sees that deep down, you're just shy and sweet.

It's not uncommon for Beel to come later than the rest. He has fangol practice, after all. He walks through the front doors of the House of Lamentation, ready for a snack and a shower but he pauses.

He sees you place a blanket he recognises from your room over Belphie, who had taken it upon himself to fall asleep at the bottom of the main entrance's staircase. You look up, and your eyes widen and you freeze when you notice that Beelzebub had just witnessed that entire interaction...

All he does is smile. He doesn't just like this soft side of you. He just likes you.

BELPHEGOR knows from when you used to visit him in the attic you weren't always the stoic, blunt person that you are. He knows you have a kind, soft side that he dares to call cute. He doubted he would ever have the chance to see it ever again, after breaking your trust and your heart when he betrayed you.

Belphie is known for finding odd places to nap in. Under the kitchen sink, on top of the kitchen counter, on the second floor stairway at RAD... but he also liked sleeping outside. Under a tree near the school. Leviathan said it was "totes anime." Belphie promptly rolled his eyes into the back of his head at that.

He hears someone approach. He can tell its you just by the scent of your perfume alone, so he doesn't dare open his eyes. He pretends he's sound asleep. He debates on whether or not throwing in a fake snore, but deems it way too fake.

He feels your warm hand on top of his head and he cracks an eye open, to see you leaning over him and a shocked expression on your face.

"You like me that much, you touch me when I'm asleep?" he teases, a smirk coiling onto his face. "I didn't know you were the type."

"I-I'm not," you stammered, eyebrows furrowed. "You had a leaf in your hair."

"Sure," he drawls and closes his eyes once more.

He kind of wished you would've touched his head a bit longer. Maybe then he'd be able to actually get a nap and stop thinking of you.

they’re just stuck in traffic

:) 🖤

@mlsecretsanta gift for @thequeenofspace! happy belated holidays and apologies for the delay, had a serious family emergency followed by sickness! I had so much fun making this though, was so excited to finally draw these two 🖤 hope you enjoy!!!

Pants are for the weak, and I'm strong af

MC refuses to wear pants. Chaos ensues.

tags. male!mc, amab!reader, shameless!mc, mix of crack and fluff, slightly suggestive content (a healthy dose of horny grip), all the brothers.

notes. this is my first fic ever and my debut post, oof, sweats. what does one says. open up? enjoy the meal? come back soon?

After everything you've been through since your arrival at Devildom, including (but not limited to) a murder (yours, to be precise), you've slowly but surely carved your own way into the brothers' chaotic life.

Every time you wake up tangled in Mammon's arms and legs, you simply snuggle in, even when you were pretty sure you went to sleep to an empty bed the night before.

Walking around school holding Satan's arm feels as natural as breathing, and if you end up close enough to lay your head on his shoulder, so be it.

Whenever Asmo crosses the room to fix your hair or touch your face, rambling about how long your lashes are, how soft your skin feels, you lean in and bask in the attention.

Naps with Belphie are an everyday thing now: you let him lay on top of you, hide his face against your neck and snuggle from fifteen to forty minutes.

You already know every single one of Beel's eating habits. You can tell when a 108 seeds salad will do the job, and when you'll have to phone Barbatos, asking for his Bloody Terrine recipe.

Anime binges with Levi have introduced you to so many new series you love, and the amount of inside jokes the two of you share is probably a bit unhealthy.

If Lucifer decides to make eye contact with you from across the table at dinner, you have no problem to hold it, and if you let out the secret smile here and there, you're rewarded with an identical one.

They love it. They indulge in the way you let one wall down after the other, relishing in your company, constantly wondering, how close can they get? How much can they take from you before you stop them?

And still, when yet another wall crumbles down, and you show up late for breakfast one fateful Sunday morning with nothing but a long white t-shirt on —rubbing your eyes, tumbling in, clearly more asleep than awake—, the silence is loud, deafening.

"Legs" is the first thing that Asmo blurts out, immediately shutting up at the glare he gets from Lucifer. Nothing and no one can stop him from looking though.

"What? What leg?" You ask, voice low, slow, and drowsy as you sit down on the only available seat, between Levi and Beel.

Not even half a second later Levi gets up, muttering something about someone please switch places with me, do you want me to die, is that what you want, a shitty otaku like me isn't built for this, this is one of my favorite tropes--.

On cue, Mammon and Satan get up and rush to take the now free seat. The winner is Mammon, "That should teach ya!! Taste the power of the second born! THE Mammon!" he blurts, loud but uncharacteristically evasive, face and neck as red as they get whilst holding intense eye contact with Levi's cereal bowl.

You laugh, as you always do, no longer surprised by their weird antics. "What's with that? Already fighting, so early on?" Elbow on table, cheek on hand, and the oversized t-shirt slides down, flashing an incredibly soft-looking shoulder.

While Levi chokes up with his own saliva and Beel reminds him he needs to breathe, Belphie sighs and shakes his head, unfazed, biting into his toast "Humans are pretty oblivious, uh? So dumb", and if he moves his chair a little bit closer to try and get a better look, it's no one's business but his.

"Calling me dumb as soon as I get here? Mean", you halfheartedly complain. Belphie might be onto something this time though: you have no idea what's going on.

Beel resumes chewing as he puts down a half-eaten cookie in front of you, "Saved this one for you", which gets him a smile. In the next breath, Asmo puts two cookies (unchewed) on your plate "And I saved these for you, honey", which gets him an even brighter smile.

Before everything gets out of control —he can already see his brothers wrestling until filling up your plate to the brim—, Lucifer decides it's time to intervene, "MC. Where are your pants."

It's not a question, you notice. You scratch your neck and tilt your head, suddenly overly-conscious of your attire (or lack thereof) "Well. In my room. I hope."

That gets you an exasperated sigh. Weird, that was even faster than usual. "Let me ask once again, and this time answer accordingly. Why are you not wearing your pants."

"Oh. Haha. Actually, it's super funny" It's not. "But, you see, back in the human world I used to do this all the time."

"This as in… Walking around naked?" Satan is the one asking, but while Lucifer sounds every bit of judgmental, he sounds playfully curious, his voice carries an obvious smile, even as he tries to hide it behind his mug (it's the one you got him, with cat ears, and a heart-shaped tail as the uncomfortable-looking handle).

"Not naked" How ridiculous would that be? You roll your eyes, reaching for your own mug (the one that has "Why be a demon hunter when you can be a demon kisser?" in bold red letters) and stopping halfway, thinking. "Surely I'm wearing boxers right now." And to corroborate that you are, in fact, not walking around naked, you look down and lift the shirt. Just to be sure.

You've barely got a glimpse of black fabric (great, you didn't forget, that could've been embarrassing) when Mammon comes back to life, reaching out with both hands and pulling down to cover you once again, with more than enough strength. "Oi, oi, oi! W-w-what do ya think ya're doin'?! Are ya really that stupid?! Don't go around lettin' them s--"

A glimpse of your left nipple as the t-shirt slides even lower is apparently the straw that broke the demon's back, if the multiple gasps and squeals, delighted giggles (pretty sure those are Asmo's) and Lucifer's loud groan are any indicative.

"Enough. From now on, pants and t-shirts that actually fit are mandatory in and out the house."

"Thank you, but no, thank you. I can't go back to wearing pants, they're suffocating. Also, it's only inside the house, so it should be okay, right?"

"It wasn't a question, this isn't about you agreeing or not, it's regulatory, and--"

"I say, if my darling doesn't want to wear pants, let him be, maybe it's a strange human tradition? We should join him!"

"That can't be the case, I haven't read anything like that before."

"C-couldn't you at least wear a longer t-shirt? I'm going to pass out, it's exactly the same as in the second episode of I Turned Into a Bat Thinking My Childhood Friend Wouldn't Care But We Ended Up Married in The Afterlife where the protagonist--"

"It looks comfortable, MC. You probably can eat a lot in that."

"And naps in a long t-shirt are the best, right? We should test it out. Right after breakfast."

"Oi!! No! It's a no-go! Don't ya think I don't see ya lookin' at my human all over! Do I need to remind y'all who his first man is--"

"I don't see why it is such a big deal", you mumble, pointedly not looking in Lucifer's direction, finally biting into a cookie as you let the t-shirt slide and move as it pleases, feeling snug and comfy in its embrace. So soft. "Aren't we all guys? There's nothing that I have that you don't."

You continue chewing, eyes widening at a sudden realization "Or there is?" you ask, mouth full of cookie, trying to recall your limited knowledge in Demon Anatomy. Not your best subject, if you're being honest.

And thus a new round of shouting and squealing starts, so chaotic that getting a word in is impossible.

Or at least was, until the ringing of the bell stops everyone in its tracks. Getting a few crumbs off your hands with the help of your very controversial t-shirt, you get up, walking towards the door with all the confidence of someone who's actually wearing pants.

It seems like ages since the last time all seven siblings agreed on something, but right now, they all scream in unison "Don't open the door!".