I Meant It When I Said I’d Be A Complete Menace 🤭

Hiii ! i wanted to know if you could make more Larry’s headcanons??? i love him so much help-

I've been meaning to do this forever but skl started and I'm rlly busy😭

My Larry Johnson headcanons pt. 3 🧚

General and dating

- Fast driver, turns those corners like it's nothing.

- Calls you up at very odd hours of the night/day. Doesn't actually have anything to say, he just wants you to talk to him.

- Enjoys comfortable silences.

- Obsessed with the feel of you, not even in a dirty way. He wants to be in your skin.

- Smells like pine needles and smoke (trust me he told me).

- Wiggles his finger in your ear when he wants you to pay attention to him.

- His humor is either eye watering, floor rolling, perfectly timed comedy or literal dad jokes, there's no in-between.

- Silent treatment does not work on him, you'll end up speaking very quickly.

- Snores like "honk shoo, honk shoo"

- Sensitive scalp, the second your hands are in his hair he's struggling to keep his eyes open.

- Teaches you (or tries to-) anything that he's good at/ interested in. So now you have basic knowledge on guitars, drums , painting, colour theory, video games and.... Hamilton??😧

- He was a theatre kid ok🙄.

- Listens to Mother Mother.

- His love languages are all of them, loves hard.

- Adores gifts, or anything that he receives from you. He's keeping it forever.

- Has ghosting phases, unfortunately. I doubt that they last long (like a day) but he always comes back around.

- Loves matching anything, clothes? Jewelry? Shoes?, he'll do it.

- Licks any part of you he can access then pretends like nothing happened.

- He wants to get close to anybody your close to, and wants to love anything that you love. It's one of the many ways he shows that he cares.

- Silly little guy <3

DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THE NEANDERTHAL CHILD WITH DOWN'S SYNDROME? Because they're all I've been thinking about when I'm sad for the past few days. Their existence makes me less sad.

Someone Worte that he could not stand to see the Palestine flag anymore.

Sorry, but not sorry

Reblog daily

Free Palestine

I am not done yet

Only way to stop seeing this flag is when the oppression is over.

So you are tiered of this? you can end it, stop supporting Zionism!

You sometimes wonder if the demons end up in your room at night because somehow they know that you no longer prefer to wake up alone.

Ever since you started living at the House of Lamentation, you have gotten used to finding one or more of them there with you. A friendly face, a gentle touch, the warm body of someone who cared for you, someone you cared for in return.

They all arrive in their own unique ways.

Mammon, who always crashes through your door so easily during the day, sneaks in quietly at night. Most of the time he doesn't wake you. But if he does, he gets flustered and starts to leave until you ask him to stay.

"Of course ya want the Great Mammon to stay with ya," he says. Even in the darkness, you know he's blushing as he says it.

If you whine with nightmares, he'll kiss your head, pull you closer, and whisper that it'll be all right. And instantly the nightmares dissipate.

You never have nightmares when Belphie is around, either. He shows up in your dreams himself, fighting off the terrors with an energy you never see in him when he's awake.

He'll snuggle up to you any time and any place, but most often he finds you at night. He's impossible to disturb, even if you kick him in your sleep. You sometimes wake to find him in strange positions.

Asmo always rearranges him if they both end up with you on the same night.

"You won't get quality sleep like this," he says. "And you need quality sleep if you want to have quality skin!"

When he's alone, Asmo will come in only to stare at you fondly for a while. You know he never intends to stay. It's just a little peek at his favorite sleeping human. But then he finds he can't tear himself away. You'll wake up with his lips pressed against your cheek, as he always wants to kiss you in his sleep.

You sometimes have dreams about eating something, but in the morning you find it's because Beel was there having a midnight snack before falling asleep beside you. He likes to hold you close, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against his chest. You wake up in the middle of the night sometimes because it feels like being held by a furnace.

Although these are the brothers you wake up to most often, you'll find the others come around sometimes, too.

Satan will crawl into bed with you directly, without hesitation, but you know he's embarrassed about the need to be next to you. He'll hold you tightly, like he's afraid to let go. If you ask him what's wrong, he'll tell you, but it's always muffled because he's pressing his face into your neck.

"I'm irritated and I can't calm down enough to sleep," he says. "You always… "

You brush your fingers through his hair soothingly. "I know," you say. Because you do. You know that your presence relaxes him in a way nothing else does.

The ever elusive Levi only stops in when you're alone. He won't join any of his brothers and half the time, he's still awake in his room, binging anime or gaming into the wee hours. You pretend to be asleep if you know he's lingering outside your door because then he'll finally come inside.

He'll stand there and look at you, like he's just dropping in for a moment. He tells himself he'll always leave before you wake up, but that never happens. You deliberately shift yourself to be inviting, creating a space for him beside you. If he's here, he likely needs to rest, to shut off his mind for a little while, to indulge in his desire to be close to you when no one else is around. He blushes the whole time, but he does crawl beneath your covers and rest his head on your chest.

And then there's Lucifer.

The other brothers are constantly going in and out of your room. They have gaming competitions there and movie marathons. Sometimes they gather to do homework with you. Sometimes it's only one or two of them. And you always find one sleeping beside you.

Lucifer rarely takes part in these activities. He's always holed up in his office, working. He waits for you to come to him.

But every once in a while, you'll wake to find him kneeling beside your bed, his hand in your hair or resting on your cheek. Like he came in to check on you and couldn't resist a soft caress. His presence inevitably wakes you. And if you reach out, if you grab his hand, if you hold onto him, he'll give in and stay.

His most vulnerable moments are when he lies down in your bed beside you and lets himself run his fingers along your skin. He'll kiss your forehead and your eyelids, a tender gesture that speaks volumes.

And every morning, no matter who is with you when you wake, you find yourself next to someone who loves you. It becomes your favorite way to start the day. And somehow, every demon living in the House of Lamentation is aware of this. They make sure you're never sleeping alone.

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What people think why i became a bookbinder: Oh she wants to explore her artistic horizon with those pretty leather bound books of hers. She even gives them out as gifts to her friends. It most likely helps her with anxiety or maybe she just wanted a more special costume made notebook.

Why I actually became a bookbinder: I just illegally downloaded and printed out several of my favourite fanfics and books and started binding them into books cuz I love reading them but looking at screens for too long gives me headaches.

OM! pet HC’s part 2!

Mammon:

a Gilded Magpie called Pocket which he raised since it was an egg. Pocket appears similar to the Australian Magpie, however differs due to the golden sections feathers on its tail and wings, it’s golden claws and beak and it’s two fang like hooks on its beak. Pocket is intelligent and mischievous, often playing pranks on both Mammom and others. Despite it messing with Mammon, pocket still adores his father greatly.

Pocket likes nest building and “collecting” (stealing) shiny things to decorate his many nests. Often stealing everything from jewellery to strands of the brothers hair.

Pocket and Mammon can communicate as Mammon has the ability to communicate with Corvids. With both parties seeming to inherently understand each other, even without speaking.

Pocket and Mammon have a more familial relationship than that of pet and owner. Mammon only ever calling Pocket a pet as a way to tease the bird. In response to said teasing Pocket will chase and swoop Mammon around, plucking his hairs out until Mammon submits defeat and apologises.

Likes: Mammon, Asmo (has shiny hair), Diavolo (has shiny jewellery) and Mephistopheles (same as Diavolo)

Dislikes: Lucifer, Solomon (stole food off him once, now is petrified)

chapter 1 - remembering hearts

In this day of age, being born a human was…well..rare. Since about a thousand years ago monsters and hybrid humans alike have existed. Leaving the human race to become nearly extinct. Which is where the government had decided to step in.. All over the world, governments globally came together to try to save the human kind. Kind of like a zoo. But without the whole…exhibit piece.. Humans would give birth here and take care of their children…when these children became adults, they got to decide if they chose to stay or to go.

Your parents had been a part of those people that decided to go out and try to make it with monsters and hybrids. Turns out, that life is harder than most people think. They had you. You had always been like your mother. Kind and smart-witted. But like your father, a grudge holder. World haters at times. When you were twelve, your parents were taking you out for dinner or ice cream or to somewhere. Your memories are fuzzy due to that trauma sadly.

A drunken monster or hybrid of some sorts crashed its good for nothing truck. Your parents being in the front of their smaller car, being gone with it as it got smashed horribly. You are in the back seat. Buckled. Which is what saved your life. Your legs on the other hand had been broken and beyond painfree.. You had been knocked out from the force.

When you had woken up in the hospital to see a social worker, a wonderful grizzly bear woman named lasswell. (thing about hybrids is that they look human apart from special parts of their features or bodies.)... mrs. lasswell, or kate as she had told you to call her if you preferred, had these fuzzy blondish bear ears with a buff looking stance for a woman.

She had been the only one there aside from the vampire police officer, (who was drinking an animal blood packet, seeming how they usually do in this world). She saw you wake up and had explained very slowly to you through your concussion of what had happened. And that you were out for nearly 2 weeks. You learned that you were paralyzed from the waist down by your doctor when he came in, (he was human- surprisingly!).

After about a month, you got into PT (physical therapy), which was a pain in the ass. You hated it with every cell in your body. It took you what felt like forever to get used to using a wheelchair. You hated moving from bed to chair, chair to bed. You hated that you would need help getting from bed to chair. Chair to toilet. Chair to bed. You hated the fact that now..you’re in foster care. Hybrid and monster children have a knack for being horribly awful to human children. Let alone the human race.

Now you’re seventeen and here you are rolling your ass to a door with your social worker, Kate lasswell. She had already told you the deal with this new home. Their ex-military men. Four of them. Three British. One scottish. Oh! And this is a hybrid-monster home.

Falling asleep in one of the House of Lamentation's common rooms can be a gamble. At best, somebody kindly carries you back to your room and tucks you in. Or maybe they leave you where you were, but drape a jacket or blanket over you.

Sometimes they go overboard, and you wake up with too many blankets. It's sweltering hot and excessively heavy. You thought the brothers were just being supportive in a weird way until Mammon accidentally revealed everyone is trying to break the record of 23 blankets and three duvets.

Sometimes you wake up with a full manicure and facial in progress. Asmo likes the practice.

Sometimes you wake up wearing Lucifer's reading glasses or Mammon's sunglasses. The Anti-Lucifer League must have thought you make a good hiding spot.

Sometimes you wake up with fresh food next to you. Particularly if you fell asleep near mealtime. The strong smell of Devildom cuisine rouses you awake, and you catch Beel trying to tip-toe away.

Sometimes you find... offerings. Bottled tea, or sticker sheets, or a coin placed on your cheek. Levi started taking pictures and in thanks decided to make a shrine dedicated to his idol (you).

Sometimes they draw on your face. The first person to do so will leave a marker for anyone else who happens to feel creative. You've woken up with whiskers, a mustache, fake eyes drawn over your eyelids, money signs drawn on your eyelids, swirls and hearts, a goatee, a big unibrow, and you're pretty sure the twins are the culprits behind a game of tic-tac-toe.

Sometimes you get notes. Simple reminders, or a notice that Lucifer's left the house so please make sure to check that everyone's behaving when you wake up. Occasionally you wake up completely covered in post-its with silly messages.

Sometimes you get kisses. They leave no trace, unless their sender gets carried away and sticks around.

♥️✨💜 Bruises ♥️✨💜