Beautiful Sky:)

“I don’t know what my goals are, no. Thanks for asking.”

slayyyy🔥🔥

Charlie saving Angel Dust or if she was more demonic ahahah

its kinda trash

"I must feed the young ones!!!"

POV: He caught you simping

:)

The stigma of self-inserts is so harmful to the creative process. Relax. Admit it. Everything you make is derivative of yourself, always, no exceptions. You can turn the mirror into tinier and tinier shards or you can make it as big as you want to reflect as much as you want. At the end of the day it's always going to show you inside of it. Pretending otherwise is stupid.

i'm such a big fan of laios using being well fed as proof that he's serious. like there's so many techbros & etc who will use not eating breakfast as proof that they're productive & just in general, the idea of being "too busy to eat" is getting more common (which is exactly what toshiro is doing here!) but laios is like. no. i'm so serious about this i'm thinking about what comes next. i'm so serious about this i'm making sure my body can do everything it can when i need it.

the fact that everyone in the party took care of themselves & carefully planned out their route & when they'd take breaks is what made them so successful. they always made sure to understand their limits

“The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.”

— Juliette Lewis

Your blood and tears are the only thing i want from you belphie :)

ASMODEUS: Name things that could ruin a first date, go! MAMMON: Shittin' in your pants? DIAVOLO: Saying I love you? MC: Killing them? EVERYONE: ... BELPHEGOR: ..You're still mad about that, aren't you?

Yeeeehaw

I didn't like his pirate desing so I just drew him as a cowboy for some reason???

*their painful screams and tears of guit are my favorite and the sweetest apologies* :)

"Isn't it my turn to haunt you?"

TW: Blood, Mention of death, Trauma, Mental abuse

Belphie woke up with a scream. He had a new recurring nightmare. This one, he could tell noone about. Especially not you.

"Belphie you're still awake? It's 3 AM." Beel asked worried. "Let me bring you some warm milk. It'll help you sleep, right?"

"No Beel. I don't want to sleep." Belphie said urgently. "Please. Let me stay awake."

The whole house was hushed in gentle concern over the next few days. Watching Belphie stumble around tired yet refusing to sleep was like watching Beel never touch food again.

They tried to everything to make him fall asleep but he refused it all, fought against his slumber with all his might.

"Are his nightmares back again?" Lucifer questioned, "He went through this phase after the war remember?"

"Maybe MC can help. Belphie cannot stay awake in MC's lap. He falls asleep within minutes." Beel suggested.

Mammon grumbled and scowled at the thought but agreed nevertheless.

That night you knocked on Belphie's attic door. He'd locked himself back up in there again - a clear sign of despair.

"Belphie? Won't you let me in? Don't worry I'm just here to talk."

He stared at you for a while before quietly unlocking the metal door with a clang. You sat next to him on the bed. He rested his head on your shoulder.

"It is a nightmare problem. I'm guessing my brothers already figured that out." He said.

You nod with a sheepish smile. "Want to talk about it?"

"I want to but...you are involved in it too. I don't want you to feel worried about it." He lifted his head up to look at you.

You looked nothing like Lilith. Not physically atleast. And yet you had exactly her kind eyes and her soft smile. So much that the more Belphie looked at you, the more you seemed to transform into her.

Suddenly his stomach churned, his heart sinking rapidly. No it wasn't just his imagination. You REALLY were turning into her.

Your hair grew longer, your eyes shifted on your face, and two glimmering wings sprouted rapidly on your back. Lilith's wings.

Belphie fell backwards, off the bed and onto the floor. He crawled across the floor, as you stood up and hovered over him.

With shaking hands he reached to open the attic door, but it was locked. From the outside. How was that even possible?

"What's wrong Belphie? Why do you look so terrified? Don't you remember me?"

The voice sounded like two people talking in unison. You and Lilith harmonizing your words.

"Please MC, Lilith, please I'm sorry I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" He curled up in a ball, banging his head against the door.

Hurting oneself in dreams was usually an effective way to wake up but it didn't seem to work on him.

"Get up, Belphie. Have you forgotten what you must do now?" The voices said. "Oh no, you remember, don't you? That's why you're so scared!"

He'd never felt so powerless and weak, "Please-please MC don't make me, please forgive me-"

"Get up and open your arms, Belphie. Do it."

A pact command. His body was forced to follow . He fought back with all his might, but he was being forced into position by unseen strings. A mere puppet in the hands of the body in front of him.

As he stood up with his arms raised, you embraced him. The way you had done when you finally rescued him. With so much affection and warmth...

How he wished he could see that before.

"Now, kill us." The voice spoke into his shoulder. But he heard it loud and clear.

He gritted his teeth and let out cries for help. "No, no, NO PLEASE NO MORE! BEEL! Beel! Beel where you?! Help me Beel! Stop me from doing this?! Lucifer! LUCIFER! Lock me back up, please Lucifer stop this! Please don't let me do this!! Please!"

And with that he lost control of his body. His hands were wrapped around your throat as tight as they could. He'd even flipped you around, banging the back of your head against the door.

"You have tormented me for so long Belphie. This was my nightmare before it was yours."

This time the voice was just yours.

"I lay a crying mess at night, because I had noone to call. These are your brothers. Your home. I had nothing here to claim as mine - except this horrible memory."

And then he heard it. Maniacal laughter. His laughter echoing around the room while Lilith and you let out small cries of help together.

Tears escaped Belphie's eyes watching both Lilith and you die by his hand. He tried to close his eyes, but couldn't even look away.

"You've had your fun for so long, Belphie. Isn't it my turn to haunt you?"

The wings broke off as he snapped your neck. You fell limp in his arms and fell to the floor, blood oozing of your neck where his nails dug in. Your eyes were frozen wide open in fear.

The face had shifted into yours again.

Belphie held onto your cold hand and placed it on his head. "MC... MC... MC, wake up.. MC.." Using your touch to calm himself, hoping with all his strength that you'd wake up.

But you didn't.

Belphie woke up with a scream. He had his nightmare again. He could tell noone about this. Especially not you.