Abortion rights

I haven't posted here in a while and this isn't what I normally post about here, but after hearing the supreme court decision this morning striking down Roe here are some resources for followers in the US:

plancpills.org

plancpills.org has a guide on how to access abortion pills by state. Plancpills also has a lot of information about abortion pills, how they work and how to use them.

aidaccess.org

For those who are in states that already have or soon will make abortion entirely illegal or at least overly hard to access, aidaccess is an invaluable resource for getting safe abortion pills in the mail.

It's really easy to see what is happening and panic, or just be overwhelmed by the anger and fear and sadness something like this causes. But channeling these emotions(mostly anger) into sharing information and resources that will hopefully help others is part of what is keeping me sane right now.

Barbatos falls

How Barbatos falls for Mc.

Barbatos falls for you slowly, inevitably. Until there is nothing he wouldn’t do for you. Nothing unless lord Diavolo forbade him to act. Even then he might just break the rules for you.

Barbatos wants to be with you, but he has not been with a human in many, many years. Enough years that he has forgotten how fragile humans are. The first time he takes you he leaves bruises along your hipbones and arms. He won't touch you again for several weeks, and when you finally convince him to give you even just casual touches he touches you like you are made of glass. Holds your hand so lightly he is hardly touching you at all. It takes him time, more time than he would like, to shed the fear that he will accidentally hurt you. Once he does, he wants to commandeer all of your time, although he knows he can’t. Not without disrupting the exchange program, and that he cannot do, will not do, lest he acquires Diavolo’s wrath and disappointment.

In public, he remains the prim and proper butler to the future demon lord. But he will find nearly any reason to spend time with you. From teaching you how to bake Devildom sweets to accompanying him to buy Diavolo’s favorite tea. He’ll hold your hand and lightly brush against your shoulder, even chastely kiss your cheek when you go on outings.

Behind closed doors, Barbatos is considerably less proper, although no less considerate of you. He is bolder in his affections, and will even curl his tail around your waist or slip it beneath your RAD uniform to tease you. Occasionally using it to bind your hands above you while his lips and fingers do the teasing. You see a side of him that few others even suspect he has. You’ve awoken a curiosity and passion in him that he has not felt for hundreds of years, you make him feel alive again. It's a feeling he values almost as much as he values his loyalty to Diavolo and the crown. Almost. And he fears someday having to choose between the two as not even his powers can give him a concrete answer of which he will choose.

Home

After dreaming of escaping to some magical world Mc ends up in the Devildom.

Lucifer picks a random human to be the second exchange student. Diavolo and the others expect them to be well, human. And they are, just not quite like they are expected to be. They think Mc will be reluctant to leave their whole life behind for a year before they eventually settle into the program. They don’t expect Mc to jump at the chance to escape their life. To be relieved at being anywhere but where they were.

Of course, Mc is scared, they get summoned to literal hell and go to a school full of demons, but some strange part of them is relieved. Sure their whole world got shaken to the core. Sure they went from atheist to finding out hell is real, heaven is real, God is real, which means in Mc's humble opinion, that God has turned out to be a pretty big disappointment. Letting humans destroy themselves, and the planet all in the name of free will sounds more like God made a bunch of children then became an absentee parent.

Still though, this may be the single best thing that has ever happened. It’s ironic that ending up in hell makes them happy. But being whisked away from the mundane world has always been an intoxicating dream and who are they to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Finally, they feel something, even if it is jumbled and confusing, it’s better than the numbness they’ve grown accustomed to. Their anxiety doesn’t disappear entirely. That’s not how anxiety disorders work. But everything about life changed so suddenly, so drastically, that it was enough of a shock to the system to cause things to shift in the right direction. There was no longer a need to worry about money, about the suffocating nature of working full-time for minimum wage. Of student loans and the limited prospects their degree provides, despite promises otherwise. Or of the expectations society has for their gender. Besides, it’s hard to feel lost and purposeless when your purpose is just to be, to live, to be irreparably human just so demons can learn about you. They get to feel like there’s a reason for being. They no longer feel as if they must sacrifice happiness for survival.

It doesn’t fix everything. A change in scenery, even a drastic one, doesn’t fix trauma or chemical imbalances in the brain. But it does help. And once they come clean to Lucifer or Diavolo, there is the best magic in the three realms cooked into a potion to treat their anxiety disorder delivered to their door each week. Not to mention it has none of the side effects human medication has.

Over the course of the year, Mc creates a family out of the brothers and exchange students. They learn about themselves and about the three realms. They find things that make them truly happy. They feel free for the first time in a long while. The brothers and the others make them feel valued, wanted, loved for who they are, flaws and all. Of course, they miss their family, but they have also made themselves a family in the Devildom. A good one, it might be a little broken, but it’s a good one nonetheless.

And then the year ends. They send Mc back to the human realm, back to a world that feels less like home than it did when they left. They do their best to go back to their normal life. Back to applying for good exciting jobs and not getting them. Back to nine to five routine. It’s hard trying to pretend everything is normal. Trying to be everything they didn’t have to be in the Devildom. Sure they had to study there but when you are presented with actual magic, studying seems rather more enjoyable.

It’s not all bad though. They see family and friends again, although they can’t be truly honest about where they traveled to last year. They are a long way from where they were a year ago. Maybe they don’t get the jobs they want, maybe rejection still stings just as much as it ever did. But they are far more confident than they ever were before. Braver too. After facing down literal demons your average human isn’t so scary anymore. It gets lonely sometimes, being away from the demons they’d been living with, not seeing the angels or Solomon. But they’ve got their demon sweetheart(s) and found family checking in with them via their D.D.D, which Mc is relieved to find works in the human realm.

It takes a while for Mc to readjust to the human realm, they have to get their feet under them all over again. Maybe they even get better footing this time.

Once they finally start getting their life in order Solomon shows up. For a brief moment, Mc has the urge to stay. To tell Solomon to go to hell, literally, without them. They think about everything they’ve accomplished after getting back and fear having to start over again. They fear leaving their home again and the inevitable homesickness that follows. But the fear is brief and quickly overtaken by the love they have for their demons. Besides home isn’t a place anymore, not really. And when Mc goes to the Devildom for the second time seeing everyone again feels like finally coming home.

Comfort spell gone wrong (the dateables)

Mc you're hurt! The case of the mistaken period. (Part 3: Mammon)

When Mammon smells human blood, your blood he is frantic. He’d just stepped in after you were picking a fight with some lesser demons outside of RAD. Which was stupid Mc! Hot but Stupid!

He’d walked out of RAD minutes after you, strolling leisurely to the flowering tree you meet him under each day he walks home with you. Nothing should be different today. Only he walks in on three lesser demons advancing on you. And you, you ridiculous, stubborn, beautiful human are standing your ground, wicked twinkle in your eyes, taunting them. Throwing insults in the face of three beings who could snap you like a twig. Mammon is there just in time to jump between you and the first lunging demon. Full demon form, growl ripping from his chest. No one touches his human.

Mammon bats the first demon away easily. The other two take one look at their companion and beg Mammon for forgiveness. Mammon scoffs and waves them off, allowing them to pick up their unconscious friend before running off.

He turns to you, and you’re caught breathless in awe and fear at his display of power. ‘Hot,’ you think to yourself, shaking your head to quiet the inappropriate thought.

“What were ya thinkin Mc? Do ya realize how much danger you were in?” he demands.

“I-I didn’t. I…” you breath shakily. Latent fear washing over you as the dam of adrenaline breaks. Mammon sees you start to shake and immediately folds his wings away, demon form dissolving back into his more human appearance. He takes a hesitant step forwards and when you don’t back up he wraps you in his arms. Fingertips running soothingly up and down your back.

“Hey Mc, yer alright. I got ya. Ain’t no one gonna hurt you when I’m around.”

You pull yourself closer against his chest, shaking subsiding as he comforts you. “Don’t know what I was thinking,” you murmur against his chest “they just came outta nowhere and I knew I couldn’t outrun them. So-so I just figured if I could buy myself some time until you got here…”

“Hey, hey Mc, ya did good. That’s good thinkin what you did, no way they’d expect a human to stand her ground. Gave ‘em pause long enough for me to get to ya. Not to mention it was kinda hot to see ya hold yer own against them.”

That made you laugh against him “Take me home Mammon?”

He’s about to nod when he gets the first whiff of your blood and all-out panic consumes him. On your part, you know exactly what's happened. You can feel the blood drip out of you and you curse yourself for not wearing a panty liner this morning. Mammon’s guiding you to an arms-length distance from him. Still holding tightly to your upper arms he begins to search for the source of your blood. He lifts your arms up one after the other to search for cuts, finding nothing obvious he begins to panic more as the smell of blood gets stronger.

“Mammon I-”

He let those demons go because they hadn’t touched you, but now? Now that he can smell your blood he swears he’s gonna hunt them down and make them wish they’d never been spawned. But first, he’s gotta get you help. “We gotta get you back to the house!” He cuts you off “Figure out where you're bleeding from when we get there.” He’s picking you up and cradling you in his arms before you can get another word out.

“Mammon!” you squeak as he shifts to his demon form again, and takes off into the air to get you to the house of Lamentation quicker.

“S'alright human, I’ll get ya help. Where’s it hurt Mc?”

Half distracted by flying in his arms for the first time you can hardly process his words. “Hurt? Mammon I don’t. I’m not hurt, I-”

“Course you are, I can smell your blood. Shit. Must be worse than I thought if ya can’t tell me where you're hurt.”

“Mammon I’m not bleed- fuck,” you realize. He’s smelling your period. That’s mortifying. “Ok so I am bleeding but it’s not what you think. It’s just my period.”

He swoops down to land in front of the house of Lamentation, “Mc, I don’t know what that is but there's a lot of blood so we gotta-”

“No! Mammon! I’m not hurt!”

He looks at you like you're crazy, thinks maybe blood loss has made you loopy. “Mc…?”

“S’just my period Mammon!...er menstrual cycle?” you try. Relief floods through you as a look of dawning realization come over his face, followed closely by a look of horror as he realizes how much of a fool he’s just been.

“You know what that is?” you ask, needing to know that he doesn’t still think you’re dying.

“Sorta. Mean it’s somethin human bodies do when they ain’t pregnant. But the blood?”

“Yeah, the blood's part of it. I thought I had a few more days till it started but, guess not.”

“So you ain’t hurt treasure?”

“No. I’m not hurt.”

“I thought those demons…”

“I know. Thanks for taking such good care of me Mammon.”

“Course, I can’t let nothing happen to ya treasure,” he’s silent for a moment and then “I know the blood’s part of it and all, but where’s it come from?”

You feel your cheeks heat up in a wave of embarrassment, “i-it’s the uterine lining Mammon.” You gesture to your lower body and between your legs.

“Oh right, yeah. That makes sense.” Red blooms across his face but he takes your hand and leads you inside anyway. “You wanna get cleaned up treasure? Then we can watch a movie or somethin?”

“Thanks, Mammon, that’d be nice.”

Mc you're hurt! The case of the mistaken period. (Part 2: Barbatos)

The second part of a request:

In which Barbatos smells blood on the MC and thinks she is injured. But MC is just having her period.

Part 1: Diavolo, Part 3: Mammon

Content warnings: Periods, Blood, Demons who are sometimes stupid when human biology is concerned.

Barbatos was teaching you how to make a new Devildom recipe. He called it Devil's food cake with biting bean filling. Which you were quickly learning was very different from the human realm Devil’s food cake. For one thing the beans, despite being plants, tried to bite as you were preparing them.

One thing led to another and you found yourself surrounded by the shards of the ceramic cake platter you’d been bringing down from a shelf. With a resigned sigh, you crouched down and began picking up the pieces. Yanking your hand back and dropping the shards you’d just picked up as the jagged edge of a particularly wicked piece cut your finger.

“You’re hurt” Barbatos observes, extricating you from the circle of debris and bringing you to the counter to bandage your finger. Once your finger is bandaged and he’s cleaned the glass from the floor you both go back to decorating the nearly finished cake.

Sometime later Barbatos turns to you in concern. Recognizing the smell of fresh human blood he reaches over and takes your hand, examining it to see if any blood is coming through the bandage. You smile up at him, thinking his concern in double-checking your wound, especially such a mild one, is cute. Hmm, he thinks, curious, there's no new blood. But he is familiar enough with the smell to know he is not imagining things. You must have some other wound he had failed to notice. “Mc, you should have told me you had another wound.”

“What? Barbatos I don’t have another cut.”

“Please Mc, you don’t have to pretend I can smell fresh blood on you.”

When you shake your head, fear fills Barbatos' thoughts. The only time he’s ever seen a human not recognize their own wounds is when they’ve gone into some sort of shock. As the smell of a new wave of fresh blood fills the kitchen he begins to panic internally. He checks you over quickly. The faster he finds the wound the faster he can treat it. But there is no wound. Barbatos looks at you quizzically, “Mc you are sure you aren't hurt?”

“Yes, Barb I’m fine!” His frantic search has started to make you nervous. He’s circling you now, like some sort of shark and you jump a bit when his demon form slips into existence.

Barbatos changes into his demon form in order to smell the source of blood more clearly. But he doesn’t miss the way you flinch in surprise, a little grin curling up the corners of his mouth in brief pleasure before his worry causes him to focus again.

He stops circling you suddenly. Realization dawning on him, “Mc, are you by any chance on your period?”

You feel your cheeks heat up. Shit! You know he’s right, you started your period yesterday and you can feel the blood leaking through your tampon. Your second day was always heavy but you didn’t think you’d bleed through your clothing! That hadn’t happened in years. “Y-yes” you stutter.

“I see,” he muses, “that's where the blood was coming from. Good.”

“G-good?”

“Yes, with the amount of blood I was smelling, had you been hurt it would have required immediate care. Barbatos is familiar enough with humans to understand what's happening now, and his senses in his demon form are sensitive enough to have determined the source of your blood.

You sniffle, feeling tears burn in your eyes “Barbatos I- I’m sorry I-”

He’s startled and panicky all over again, your tears shocking him so completely he's frozen for a moment. “Sorry? Whatever for?”

“I’m bleeding through everything!” you cry. Now able to feel the hot blood soaking through your pants.

“Oh, Mc,” he soothes. Fingers brushing your cheeks, “there is nothing to be sorry for. It’s just a bit of blood. I’ve seen far worse, truly. Let's get you cleaned up, I’m sure I can find something clean for you to wear. And then I’ll show you how demons remove blood stains.” Barbatos has several tricks up his sleeve to remove blood stains and is happy to make sure your blood doesn't stain your clothes.

Barbatos guides you to his rooms and gives you perhaps the fluffiest pajama pants you’ve ever seen. You look at the pants with a little giggle, imagining Barbatos, the powerful demon that he is, wearing them on the coldest nights of the Devildom winter. The pants are comically large on you but the drawstring allows you to cinch them comfortably around your waist, and Barbatos kneels down to roll the cuffs up to a suitable length. Once you’re cleaned up, Barbatos brings you a slice of the fresh, still warm cake and the two of you sit down together for cake and tea.