I Know Most People Of The Fandom View And Interpret Lucifer As Some Kind Of Sadistic Ultra Alfa Male

there are 2 kinds of mangaka when drawing: the ones that hate woman and the ones that love woman

And, guys...

i think ryoko kui really loves woman.

me as a writer

Feral​ and​ unhinged​ mc​ is​ my​ favorite​😈

Overprotective and unhinged MC with Luke (platonic)

A/N: Good god what have I created…uh…yeah I went waaaay off the rails with this one.

Warnings: Blood and violence. Nothing overly graphic. Probably death mention if ya squint.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Barbatos

“MC I don’t like how those demons have been following us.” Luke whispers to you, looking over his shoulder.

“Me neither.” You mutter. You and Luke had gone out together just the two of you to a little cafe and were walking back to Purgatory Hall. However you were being followed by a not so friendly looking group of demons. Well when do demons ever look friendly really.

Eventually that group catches up to the two of you.

“A little Angel and human all by themselves?” What looked to be the leader asks, getting in front and blocking your path. Soon you get surrounded.

You look over the situation once before kneeling down to Luke and taking his hands into your own.

“Luke. I need to you cover your ears and close your eyes.” You tell him sweetly.

“MC you aren’t going to fight them are you?! Let me just call Simeon!” Luke tried to talk you out of whatever you had planned but you just keep smiling.

“It’ll be okay. I’ll protect you.” You tell him. “You always watch over me.”

The Angel finally does as you’ve asked him. Hands pressed tight against his ears and eyes squeezed shut. You stand back up and look over your shoulder at the leader.

“Try not to scream too loud, yeah?” You ask as your eyes flare up green, your pact marks burning against your skin.

“Look at this boys, the human is getting all c-!”

CRACK

“Now if memory serves me right.” You began, left hand squeezing the demon’s neck so hard you heard a loud crack. “You won’t die unless I go for your heart or flat out break your spine.”

Like a sixth sense, you throw the demon in your hand at his remaining group, making them crash onto the ground. Just as you thought, they were going for Luke.

“You focus on me.” You growl. “Touch him and I’ll punish you in worse ways than the avatar of Pride himself.”

“You’re crazy!” One lacky yelps. “Are you even human?!”

“Of course they are!” The leader coughs, his throat healing itself. “They’re just overly cocky cuz of their pacts!”

You sigh and pull out your DDD.

You: Lucifer darling. Can you come by and pick up me and Luke? Thank you~

You hit send and put it back into your pocket.

“You really aren’t going to leave us alone until you’ve made a point?” You ask as the group gets up and composes themselves.

“Yeah! You’re just a human! Easy pickings!” The second lacky answers.

“Alright then.”

“Luke? Luke?”

Was that Simeon?

“Don’t open your eyes.” The older Angel hushes. “I’m here. I’m just going to pick you up alright?”

“Okay. Where’s MC? Are they okay?” Luke asks as he feels himself being lifted off the ground.

“They’re fine.” Simeon answers and looks at the surrounding area. “They’re just…busy.”

Three demons lay on the ground.

One with two broken legs.

One with a dislocated arm and broken leg.

And one with a snapped neck and hole in his chest.

“I’ll take you back to Purgatory Hall okay? You can meet up with them later.” Simeon whispers.

“Okay.”

Simeon looks at Lucifer before leaving the area. The demon walks over the bodies and peaks down an alley and finds you leaning against the wall, blood splattered on your clothes and face.

“Am I in trouble?” You ask as he walks over.

“No, things like this are nothing new in the Devildom. Are you okay?” He asks, standing by you.

“Peachy.” You chuckle. “Luke won’t know about this, right?”

“As long as you don’t tell him. No he won’t.” Lucifer answered.

“Good.” You hum. “I saw red, Lucifer. I couldn’t stop myself.”

You lean into his side and he rubs your back. You may have just become the scariest human in the Devildom.

not submission. I really hate the "My OC, my rules" thing. Cause like, no? Just because they are your oc doesn't mean you can do whatever you want with them. If you want to make your oc suffer and not like them get help, you deserve to lose rights over them. Especially if you only do that stuff to purposely trigger people. Once you do that, your oc no longer belongs to you. they belong to the public who will take better care of them instead

Making a comment to get this to post.

ichor.

belphegor x gn reader

angst

​“I don’t trust you anymore, Belphegor.” Weak and broken. Resigned. A voice too tired to pretend. A voice too small to be pretend.

​You are so, so tired. Belphie can see it in your eyes (the bags underneath speak—no, scream volumes. Agony and anguish weigh down on your shoulders like the weight of Lilith’s limp body on his all those millennia ago. He wishes he could save you, but how can he dare when he was the one to have put you in this position?) and there is grief violently ripping and tearing into his heart hearing you so drained and defeated. The spark known as you has diminished and extinguished and Sloth knows he has no one to blame but himself.

“I’m sorry.” You add. An afterthought. A sick sense of amusement finds its way into him, presenting itself in the metallic tang on his tongue and the taste of bile in his throat. How ironic, that you are the one to apologize, after everything he has put you through.

​How ironic, that after everything he put you through, his anger at you outweighs his shame.

​“Are you serious? It’s been months since I…since that happened. I thought we moved past that, or are you still that hung up on the past?” He spits his words out with a nonchalant yet scathing venom, the shame in him burning but still not as hot as the angered entitlement he feels. He…did that, sure. But have his brothers not threatened and attempted the same? Yet because of his success he is punished. (He refuses to acknowledge the difference between failure and success in this case. He doesn’t think he can bear it if he does.) Did his immediate regret mean nothing to you? Has he not done enough? He wants the normalcy you have with the rest of his brothers. He wants what you had with him, before he was freed from the attic. The thought that he may never get that refuels his annoyance and suddenly any regret he feels over his confrontation is burnt to a crisp in the flames of distress.

​“I never thought you would be that petty, Bug.” A term of endearment weaponized against you and you cannot understand why you ever thought you could learn to love him.

(The youngest has always gotten his way, you belatedly realize. He will never apologize, not when his sins have always been forgiven without a second thought. The sentiment is bitter in your throat.)

​You are silent for a moment, unsure what to say, and for a moment Belphegor thinks you may finally understand. He thinks you might have started to see it his way.

​But then you laugh. You laugh and it is jagged, and sharp, and vile. It is broken and crackly and filled with all the things you could never say to his face. Mockery and resentment cloud the room and the worst part is you can’t tell who it’s coming from. Sloth’s brattiness has always been his trademark, and yet you begin to realize it’s one of the many things you cannot stand about him.

​“I’m sorry, is being upset over you killing me that unreasonable?” (He flinches, and a sick sense of satisfaction fills you.) You are raw and hurting and regret clouds the both of you. Him for his audacity and you for ever thinking of forgiving the man standing before you. “I apologize, my lord, but usually, for mere fucking humans like me, we only die once.” Your smile is sharp and predatory, and for once, Belphie feels like he is the prey.

​“Being brought back to life doesn’t change the fact that I died because of you, Sloth. I still remember you killing me. I still remember seeing my dead body. (Your voice cracks and so does his heart.) Sort of a mindfuck if you can try and understand.” (He knows you doubt him and his empathy from your tone alone and that stings in a place he didn’t think he could be hurt in anymore.) You are hot and flaming and burning to a crisp and like a moth to a flame, Sloth keeps flying to his doom.

​“You aren’t a regular human though, are you? After all, you came back. It’s annoying to see you so quick to blame me when my brothers have basically done the same.” His voice is calm, but his head is anything but. Voices in his mind scream for him to go further; to bite and tear until there is nothing left of you, yet his heart and soul plead and beg for him to get on his knees and pray for forgiveness. But when has anything good been done when he listened to himself? The last time he did (“let her love, Belphegor.”) he made the biggest mistake of his life. (The arrow pierces from her chest out through her wings and he realizes with horror that he was the one chosen to be saved instead. He was the one who had caused Lilith to bleed gold until ichor turned to inky tar and Lucifer had given up his freedom to give her another life away from them all.) And Belphie realizes he is scared because he can’t lose another one. He can’t lose another member of his family. He can’t lose you.

​But Belphegor’s always been one to speak first and think later and his words cut deep when he says, “Then again, if it weren’t for Lilith, you wouldn’t even be here, would you? So do you really belong here, or are you just a placeholder for someone you can’t even begin to replace?”

​There is silence, and then there is a stare, and Belphie feels like he’s losing Lilith all over again with the way life leaves your eyes.

​“I think you should go, Belphie.” Your voice is dull and empty and Belphie wishes that he never spoke. He wishes you were still looking at him with hatred and resentment because he feels like he’s killed you again and his breath is picking up and oh, Father, what did he do?

​“Bug, I-“

​“Leave, Belphegor.” You stare at the wall behind him as your pact activates. When he shuts the door behind him you slowly stumble over to your bed and sit down.

​Sloth always knew how to break you in the worst of ways, and from opposite sides of a wall, you both break down from the knowledge of it.

long time no write 🥴

yeah so i lied i didn’t do any of the Drabble requests because i am but a lowly court jester too stupid to retain the ideas of others. i write simply on whims and hope that people do not hate the words I put down as much as I do.

comments and feedback are appreciated i hope ygs know anytime you wrote any sort of ‘review’ I screenshot it and put it in my special album

Toshiro's face looks like marcille when she:

Lmao

dunmeshi manga spoilers //

i hope trigger animates shuro with the biggest eye twitch to ever exist. he deserves it.

Drawing from References with deep Foreshortening

And some practice poses:

Edit: 1/11/24 It was brought to my attention that some of the language in this tutorial read as fatphobic. This tutorial was originally written and published on DeviantArt in 2011 and I was generally unaware of these issues at the time. I have adjusted the language in the tutorial to hopefully address these concerns, though old versions may continue to circulate. Thanks for taking the time to point these things out to me. I will continue to learn and grow. ♥ Here's a few more refs with foreshortening from a larger variety of models:

Awww, this is so adorable💗💞 i want to cry because of how cute he is😭

Baby Azul cookie!! :D I wanna do baby jade and floyd too but I don't have any ideas for the flavor (put ur ideas in the comments if u got any 👀)

Also I turned him into a pin for my friend @blueberryjim's b-day :D hehe lil guy

more photos below cut

I do think I over-glazed him but if u think he looks better before dont tell me lol I'll be sad 😢

bonus jade sticker sheet I also made for my friends b-day