There’s a game called Pastel Girl or something similar and it’s a cute dress up game. I was going to make Cal but then I decided to try and adapt Dio instead. He’s in the middle of cleaning~ ^.^
He looks adorable!
Tag: Diograsach
*thmp* *muffled curses* “What happened?” “Oh, Dio must have used his bed for the first time this month.”
“Wonderful. Now he’s going to be complaining all day.”
Diograsach Headcanons
- Whenever he falls asleep, he actually looks pretty cute. Well, as cute as a blue demon who has no eyes or nose and whose skin is peeling can be.
- He loves milky tea but wont say anything cause he thinks it’ll affect his reputation. Maeve knows anyway.
- Whenever he has to go out of the house, he puts on an over-sized hoodie that Maeve brought him ages ago that he pretends to hate but actually likes.
Imagine your OCs going on a camping trip together.
- Who does most of the planning?
- Who has forgotten something essential they were responsible for bringing? what did they forget?
- Who is a camping veteran? Who is a camping rookie?
- Who helps pitch the tent(s)? Who is successful, and who ends up a mess of poles and canvas?
- Who shares a tent?
- Who is in charge of cooking?
- Who spends the whole trip complaining about the lack of showers, beds, wifi, etc.?
- Who wanders off and gets lost in the woods?
- Who gets spooked out during the night? Who offers to fight off any bears or other creatures that might come upon them?
Doing this with Mallory, Cassian, Iro, Sora, Fuoco, Amadeo, Maeve and Dio.
- Who does most of the planning?
Honestly? Probably Amadeo. He’s the only truly responsible one out of all of them.
- Who has forgotten something essential they were responsible for bringing? what did they forget?
Fuoco. She was supposed to bring matches. The irony is strong.
- Who is a camping veteran? Who is a camping rookie?
Maeve and Dio are probably camping veterans. Sora is probably a camping rookie.
- Who helps pitch the tent(s)? Who is successful, and who ends up a mess of poles and canvas?
Iro and Dio. Iro succeeds, Dio fails.
- Who shares a tent?
Mallory and Iro. Cassian and Sora. Fuoco and Amadeo. Maeve and Dio.
- Who is in charge of cooking?
Dio, surprisingly enough.
- Who spends the whole trip complaining about the lack of showers, beds, wifi, etc.?
Cassian. Mostly just to complain.
- Who wanders off and gets lost in the woods?
Dio.
- Who gets spooked out during the night? Who offers to fight off any bears or other creatures that might come upon them?
Maybe Amadeo. Fuoco offers to burn them alive. He turns down her gracious offer.
A Series of Disorganized Events (Part 6)
Sometimes, Maeve decided, having two demon roommates, and she used that term very loosely, was a hassle.
To anyone else, that statement would seem to be a bit obvious. They’re demons! But this was Maeve, a fae known around town for her tendency to forget the most basic things yet still somehow remember someone’s name.
Diograsach would call her evil. He might’ve been joking, you could never tell with him.
The Unicorn Demon would call her a source of amusement, a very ominous statement coming from someone with a tendency to run people through with their horn, but at least he smiled when he said it.
A Series of Disorganized Events (Part 5)
If someone were to look into the shop at the end of the lane, smaller on the outside, bigger on the inside, with the sign that read “Junk and Disorderly”, they would be struck by the realization that it was an odd place to be.
6 inch tall men could be seen running around if one merely looked hard enough, there was a demon in the storage room that usually caused chaos and swore most creatively, a vampire usually lurked in the darker parts of the store and offered to help customers with reading, a single tiny dragon usually buried itself in one of the jewelry boxes and a faerie was always behind the counter.
Yes, Junk and Disorderly was a strange place. But it was a good kind of strange. At least until
Díograsach
unwittingly awoke some eldritch abomination and forced them to combat it.
Who’s your OC’s greatest ally?
Díograsach is both Maeve’s greatest ally and her greatest enemy, if that makes sense?
Like, she doesn’t really have any true enemies that are still alive and
Díograsach causes most of the problems that befall her shop, whether intentionally or inadvertently, but he’s always there to help fix it, even if he does moan about it.
A Series of Disorganized Events (Part 4)
When you’re shopping for groceries, the last thing you expect to see is a piece of paper appear in a floating ball of hell fire. Unless your name is Maeve, apparently.
With an aggravated sigh of long suffering, the faerie plucked the paper from the air, dusted off the ash and looked at what her roommate had written.
‘Dear Maeve,
The silverware is alive! It tried to attack me! I have barricaded myself in the storage cupboard! Also, the figurines have come alive and are rebelling because they want equality or something. Send help!
Your demon roommate,
Diograsach’
“What has that idiot gone and done this time?” Maeve muttered to herself rhetorically, looking at the store in front of her. She sighed and turned on her heel, knowing that she would never hear the end of it if she didn’t get back there soon.
A Series of Disorganized Events (Part 3)
Díograsach
squinted suspiciously at the old doll house that was big enough to take up the entirety of a single table. They’d had it for years, though Maeve had never sold it. Not because no one wanted it but because she always said it wasn’t for sale. She never gave a reason why and he never asked.
However, the voices coming from said doll house probably meant he should have asked why she never sold the ugly looking thing.
“I think there’s someone in the doll house,” he told her when she walked out from the storage cupboard. He was mildly worried when he saw her face light up, that was never good.
“There’s only a few people I know who like that thing,” she said as she walked over to the doll house and opened it up.
Inside, spread throughout the house much like dolls would’ve been had there been any there, were several 6 inch men. They all had ginger hair and beards, and were dressed in tartan kilts.
Upon looking up at the faerie, a gruff chorus of welcomes rang out.
“Bin a while, hasnae it, bonnie Maeve?” A man with several braids in his beard said, walking up to her.
“Indeed it has, Hamish,” the green haired girl agreed, smiling down at him.
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