Just Some Doodles By Mr Crawling And Robin

Sorry that it exists, I had nothing to do (Cyanide belongs to @cannibalsweetheart)

Wow thank you so much for the fanfiction! He raised my self-esteem a little!

They Believe What?

Flags: mild angst, body issues, self doubt

MC has body issues, that they have hid from the brothers. Now that a fancy ball is on the horizon those doubts have risen, and they seek to change themselves thinking it will make things better, make the brothers feel proud to be with them. Not realizing that the brothers already feel proud of MC. When they find out, they find a way to make MC understand, they don’t need to change. The are perfect and loveable as they are!

Beel rummaged through the fridge, agitated and frowning. “There’s gotta be something! I gotta find something!” Mammon shut the kitchen door and entered the family room. “What’s got Beel all upset? He’s in the kitchen acting like he’s done somethin’ to make Lord Diavolo mad!” He threw himself into a chair and flicked through his apps on his phone. Satan put his book down and frowned. “I’m not sure, but I think it might have to do with MC. Beel gave them one of his cupcakes and they turned it down. Beel was upset but didn’t say anything at the time.” Levi looked up from his game. “MC turned it down? That’s funny… MC loves those cupcakes almost as much as Beel.” Asmo nodded as he placed a tiny star on his fingernail, positioning it just so. “Oooh I love them too, so I know MC would never turn one down! It’s not like we get them on a regular basis!” He blew gently to help dry the glue. Then he looked up. “But, you know..is it me, or has MC seemed off lately?” The others frowned but nodded. MC had been off.

Satan nodded. “They barely moved at the cat cafe. Normally they play with the cats, but this time they just sat and listlessly pet them. They said they were tired..” He frowned as he recalled the memory.

Belphie sat up from his nap, rubbing his eyes. “Yeah, yesterday when I asked if they would nap with me, they just got mad and pushed me away.” He pouted, acting the disgruntled younger brother, but silently he worried. Why would MC push him away?

The front door opened and Lucifer entered, arms loaded with bags. “Mammon! Come help me.” He handed bags over to Mammon who’d reluctantly got up after being threatened to lose his precious Goldie. “Wha’ is all this?” He tried to look inside a bag.

“MC asked me to pick some things up for them on the way home.” Lucifer’s eyebrows furrowed. “Although I’m unclear why we need so much yogurt and celery. I think even Beel would take some time to make a dent in this amount.” Asmo started, his jewelled nail accessories falling off the table. “What did you say?! Yogurt and celery!?” His voice rose to a shriek as he flung himself at Mammon and ripped a bag out of his hands. “Oh no! Oh no! There are grapefruits as well! Oh MC!”

The others stared at him in shock. Lucifer coughed and spoke up. “And why, exactly does this upset you Asmo?” The others nodded, totally baffled at Asmo’s reaction, like something horrible had happened. Asmo whipped out a container of yogurt and waved it around to emphasize his words. “Because MC was complaining they were fat! Fat! And that they needed to do something quick! Before the RAD dance Diavolo has planned! Don’t you see??!” He threw the container on the table and started pulling groceries out of the bags. “This! All of this! MC thinks this”, he sneered the words out, “diet! Ugh! Is going to solve all the problems they think they have because they hate their body!”

Mammon gasped.”wait, ya sayin’ that MC doesn’t like themselves? Why the hell not? They’re gorgeous! You all agree right!?” He glanced at the others who were all nodding in agreement. MC had shown them pictures that they’d said were of people who humans desired and wanted to be like, but none of them had considered that MC thought they were less than those other humans. In each of their eyes, MC was perfect. Lucifer loved how they cared for his brothers and himself. Mammon loved their wild side, how it was tempered by a practical side. Levi loved that they listened and would ask questions about his gaming and anime. Satan loved their ability to see the good in anyone, how they were so gentle with the animals, and how they loved to read.

Asmo loved them for their beauty, their generosity and how outspoken they were. He secretly tried to act like MC when he encountered something that made him feel less, he never knew they suffered from the same self doubts!

Beel loved their appetite, their laughter and how at peace he felt around them. And Belphie, he loved their body. He thought their body was perfect as it was. He loved to hold them and hear their breath, feel their body move as they slept beside him. He loved how forgiving they were and how they obviously loved him and his brothers.

The seven stared at the bags on the table.

“Right, well we can’t let them continue to believe that crap!” Asmo glared at the yogurt. “We need to convince MC that there is nothing wrong with them, they are beautiful!”

MC huffed in frustrated amusement. They’d tried to cut back on what they ate and, once again found themselves being thwarted by the brothers. MC would have thought it was deliberate, but no…surely not? Beel himself said he was training for an upcoming game, and had invited them to do some altered training with him, to keep him company. Unfortunately, although the exercise was welcome, Beel and the others insisted that MC follow the same diet. Satan assured MC that he’d adjusted the amounts for a human, but it still seemed like lots. And the affection? Where was that coming from? Suddenly none of the brothers could leave a room, go to bed, move between classes without needing a hug, a kiss or just for MC to sit in their lap. What had gotten into them?

And now the dance was just two weeks away! What were they going to do? There was no way they’d find anything to compete with how sexy and beautiful most of the students were, never mind how Good the brothers would look in their tailored outfits! MC sighed in despair and gasped as Barbatos suddenly appeared around the corner of the RAD hall.

“Ah MC. I was looking for you. The Young Master has requested your presence.” He held his arm out and MC took it knowing he’d just stand there, in the same pose, otherwise.

As they entered the student council room, MC was amazed at the fabrics draped all over. A tall thin demon stood next to Diavolo, a bolt of gorgeous silk in his hands. He turned as they entered and MC was surprised to see his eyes light up, and a delighted smile appear on his face. “Ah, My Lord! Is this the one you asked me to meet? This delightful vision? Their soul, it shines beyond any I have seen before! This surely cannot be a human? No it is one of the angelic race yes?” He fluttered towards MC, his words fast as he circled them, his hands lifting their hair, then turning their face to catch the light. “Surely I will be awarded the highest honour to creat an outfit for this divine creature! I accept, you must allow it!”

Diavolo chuckled and bent to kiss MC. “That is okay with you, isn’t it MC? You will allow Mr. Machiatelli the honour of creating your costume for the dance?” MC stared at them all stunned. Their voice squeaked. “Mr. Machiatelli? The famous Devildom designer? Asmo loves his work and shows me all the new pieces he designs. Why would?”

The designer clapped his hands, interrupting MC. “It is settled then! I will create a masterpiece to showcase this divinity! My work will shine more than the heavens with this beautiful creature as my canvas! My Lord I cannot thank you enough for this opportunity!” Tears in his eyes, Mr. Machiatelli kissed Lord Diavolo’s fingers, kissed MC’s fingers and then abruptly kicked everyone but his two attendants out of the room as they spun MC this way and that. The attendants taking notes snapped at them from the designer. Fabrics were picked and discarded, sketches were made and tossed aside. Then one of the attendants gasped. “Master! The Queen Maud silks!” The designer froze, then cried. “Of course! Of course, they are the only fabric suitable! Give me the pad!” He sketched intensely, skipping from side to side, glaring at MC, mumbling under his breath before suddenly stopping. He stared at what he sketched. His attendants looked over his shoulders and gasped. One of them ran to the door and called for Lord Diavolo who suddenly appeared. Mr.Machiatelli handed over his sketch pad reverently, sweat beading his brow. Diavolo looked at the sketch then at MC. His face broke into a huge smile! “Yes! You will make this for them! I demand it. This will be their design, no one else shall wear this.” Mr. Machiatelli clapped his hands in delight. “It shall be as you say my Lord! This will be my crowning jewel, the ultimate creation of my life’s work! I shall name it after this delightful muse you have brought into my life! The works I will create for you!” He turned as he said this and bowed so deep MC thought he’d fall over! They blushed, but couldn’t get a word in, as Diavolo started telling the designer what else he expected of him, when they needed the outfit, and that he could have exclusive use of rooms Barbatos had set up for the designer specifically. MC was escorted home, their mind spinning.

The day of the dance and MC found themselves in a flurry of activity. Asmo had inserted himself into the design of their outfit so he could coordinate their makeup, nails and jewelry. The jewelry, that MC found out, had been bought by Lucifer. Because as Asmo said, “nobody has an eye for jewelry that is better than Lucifer!” MC was too afraid to ask how much it had cost after seeing the gems set in platinum. Asmo spent 3 hours on MC. Between the bath, the massage with scented lotions, the application of nail polish, styling their hair and their makeup, MC was terrified to look in a mirror! Luckily Asmo wouldn’t let them. Instead he opened his closet door, where Barbatos stood at the threshold. MC blinked, before realizing that Barbatos had built a portal and instead of being in Asmo’s closet he was actually in a room at the castle. MC could see Mr. Machiatelli barking orders at his attendants in the background.

As Asmo led them forward, Mr.Machiatelli turned and gasped. “Ah! My divine creature! You are more magnificent than the last time I saw you!” He rushed forward to kiss MC, but Asmo intercepted him with a chiding, “Ah! No,no! You’ll ruin all the hard work I put in!” Asmo pushed the designer back so MC could enter the room properly.

Mr.Machiatelli scowled briefly at Asmo then turned towards a shrouded mannequin. “Your costume awaits, my delightful muse!” His eyes sparkled, his movements became even more elaborate. As Diavolo, Barbatos and Asmo gathered around you, he pulled the shroud off and revealed the outfit.

Everyone was stunned silent. Then Asmo squealed in delight. “Oh! Oh! It’s the Queen Maud silks! You used the silks! The Machiatelli’s (the name for Mr. Machiatelli’s followers ) have been dying to know when you would use them! And you picked MC!💕💕” Asmo broke out his phone and started snapping photos. “To be at the momentous moment in time! We have to document this! I’ll be the envy of everyone!” Barbatos picked the phone from Asmo’s grasp as Diavolo spoke up. “I understand your desire Asmo, but you must promise to wait until MC is presented at the dance before revealing photos taken here? You don’t want to ruin MC’s moment do you?” He tilted his head in question and stared at Asmo, who paled in response. “Oh. Oh MC!” He grabbed MC around the waist, careful not to ruin the work he’d spent hours on. “I’m so sorry! I forgot why we were here! You’ll forgive me? Please?”

MC patted his back, “of course Asmo. I knew you didn’t mean anything bad. You were just excited.” MC smiled and kissed his cheek making Mr. Machiatelli sigh in envy.

“Enough, enough! We must dress our majestic divinity as they deserve to be dressed!” With that the attendants grabbed MC and took them to a corner of the room which had curtains set up. Mr. Machiatelli picked the outfit up reverently and followed them.

Diavolo, Barbatos and Asmo stood waiting, both Asmo and Diavolo fidgeting, while Barbatos stood at attention not moving a muscle.

When the murmurs and MC’s gasps stopped, Mr.Machiatelli stepped through the curtain. His smile was blinding as he bowed to those waiting. “And now, what you are all waiting for!” He swept the curtains aside and revealed..

Asmo started crying. Diavolo turned red and Barbatos started hiccuping from swallowing wrong. MC stared, and then wailed. “I knew it! I look ridiculous don’t I! I don’t have the right body to look good in this! It’s all wrong!” Mr. Machiatelli and his attendants froze in horrified shock.

Just as MC started to frantically try to take the outfit off, Asmo grabbed their hands. “No! MC! That isn’t it. I can’t describe the feelings I have seeing you like this. I. I think I’m both jealous at how fabulous you look and so proud that you are the one I love probably more than I love myself! I was overwhelmed! I’m overwhelmed! MC, you outshine the heavens in this outfit. I mean that.”

MC stared at Asmo. He was being serious, MC could tell. He wasn’t using flowery praise, or making outrageous gestures. He meant what he was saying. Asmo thought they, MC, looked as beautiful as he was saying. MC blinked back tears, not sure what to say. Diavolo stepped up and took a hand. “What Asmo says, goes for me too MC. You took my breath away. I have always admired, and yes desired, you. Seeing you in this outfit made me feel that if I declared you as my partner right now, nobody would have a word to say. They would all bow before you and declare you co-regent with no one disagreeing.” His smile broke through his serious speech and he cast a decidedly lecherous gaze over MC. “I find it a pity that I have to share this vision with those here, if I could lock you away in my room and not reveal you to the others at the dance, I would!” MC blushed at the intense gaze he continued to cast over them, his hand tightening slightly as if he was going to snatch them away as he’d said.

Barbatos cleared his throat, which caused Diavolo to snap out of his trance. He bowed and cast a teasing smile at MC. “Ah, my apologies. I forgot myself for a moment.” He winked and stepped back. Barbatos frowned at him then sighed. “Please remembered where you are My Lord.” He turned to MC. “MC, I always knew you were beautiful, that your soul was a rare gem. However seeing you like this has made me realize that you are beyond beautiful. I have no words to express how lovely and desirable you are at this moment.” He bowed over MC’s hand and kissed it lightly, his thumb caressing their wrist causing a frisson of awareness to run up MC’s arm. They stared, stunned at Barbatos as he stepped back, the usual bland look on his face. MC suddenly realized that Barbatos didn’t just accept them and tolerate them…he Liked them! MC blushed in confusion and looked at the ground. A knock on the door made them all start.

Lucifer entered and stared at the occupants. His eyes lingered on MC, and a proud smile flitted across his lips. “I’ve come to see what is taking so long. Guests are starting to arrive.” Barbatos straightened his jacket and gestured to Diavolo. “My Lord?” Diavolo sighed and nodded. “We shall go first and see you all downstairs. Mr.Machiatelli, you have outdone yourself! Please be a guest for tonight and enjoy the refreshments and entertainment!” He strolled out the door, Barbatos on his heels.

Mr.Machiatelli and his attendants gasped at the offer and quickly exited to their rooms to get ready. Asmo smiled at Lucifer and winked at MC. “Shall I leave so you can admire our MC?” He giggled and skipped out, calling over his shoulders. “Don’t be too long or the others will coming hunting!” His,laughter floated down the hall as he disappeared.

Mc, still blushing, couldn’t look at Lucifer. They waited, not sure what for.

The rustle of cloth, and his shoes appeared in their sight line, polished and black, shining in the candle light. MC felt a soft touch on their hair and saw his hand playing with a strand of hair. His hand slipped under their chin and he coaxed them to lift their head. His eyes were soft, he only showed this softness to MC. He stroked a finger over their cheek, until they fully met his watchful gaze. “MC. Believe me when I say, I have never seen anyone. Whether Angel, Demon or Human who makes me feel as you do. No matter how you dress, how you act. You will always be the one star in the heavens that I will always seek out, wherever I am.” His lips caressed theirs lightly, not disturbing the makeup Asmo had applied. He stood back, and held his arm out. “Will you allow me to escort you?” MC nodded, unable to speak. Their heart was beating so hard they couldn’t speak. Had Lucifer ever expressed himself like this before? As they neared the ballroom, the brothers appeared and surrounded them. MC could see the approval, and admiration in each of their eyes. Felt the tension as they became the centre of a gasping crowd of demons.

As the brothers growled and shoved demons aside, Lucifer calmly walked with MC on his arm, an overwhelming aura of pride surrounding them and MC believed. It wasn’t their imagination, the were loved more than they had realized. MC smiled. Their eyes shining in happiness and a burst of bright laughter bubbled from their lips as they turned their eyes, shining with love to Lucifer. “Thank you” the laughed and clutched his arm ready to enjoy the night fully.

Unbeknownst to MC, dozens of demons fell under their spell that night and a new fan club came into existence at RAD over night. The brothers spent a lot of their time making sure MC never found out so they didn’t have to share.

It's an Idia every time I send him to several dozen lessons a day with the normis:

anybody else going through life feeling like a dog that wasn't socialized enough as a puppy

Fem Lucifer in this…

The price of stupidity

This fanfic takes place between returning from the hospital and accepting fate. The idea to write this came to me spontaneously when I accidentally cut off some skin on my leg with a razor lol. I do not speak English, the text was translated using a translator, so errors are possible (although I will try to minimize them) (Kei belongs to @minevn)

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Kei made an incision in Akiko leg, below the knee, and carefully separated the muscles and tendons. Blood began to ooze from the wound, but he was prepared and quickly stopped the bleeding. The next step was the most difficult - separating the bone. Kei took a chisel to carefully cut the bone without damaging the surrounding tissue. Girl did not feel pain, as she was under anesthesia. When the most difficult part of the operation was over, Kei put in a few stitches to close the incision and stop the bleeding. The same fate awaited her arm…

*A few hours later. The next day* Akiko reluctantly and irritably began to open her eyes when the unpleasant sunlight from the gap in the curtains hit her eyes. Grumbling and tossing, she came to her senses and the second thing she saw after the ceiling and the rays of the sun was Kei gentle, beautiful face, he was smiling serenely, but when she tried to move Akiko felt an uncomfortable heaviness. Something was wrong….

-Good morning, my love. Kei said, holding out a tray with breakfast.

-You need to stay on bed rest for now, so eat in bed, I have prepared your favorite dish

W-why? “The answer to my question was a motionless, unreadable look at the blanket. While anxiously watching him, I noticed something… I couldn’t feel my leg… and my arms…”

-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- "With intermittent, rapid breathing, I threw off the blanket and confirmed my fears, in place of one of the legs there was nothing but a thigh with a perfectly applied stitch. The same fate awaited the hand, half of it was missing. Bitter and heavy tears poured down my face reflecting horror, my throat began to tear from an indescribable screech. Not only did he cut off my fingers, but now Kei cut off half of my limbs?!" -FOR WHAT?!!! Akiko screamed, barely breathing. -Darling, breathe please. We agreed with you about what will happen for deception and besides, we can’t allow you to try to go anywhere, right? Right… she remembered the agreement…

*One day earlier* "Finally, he's gone! He had to go to work and leaving me home alone, he locked the door. Finally, I'm completely alone! With great effort, I persuaded Kei to give me back my phone to contact him at work (although this was often not necessary, he stayed at home), but be that as it may, I can finally play my favorite games! After downloading the games, going through musical battles from Obey me or battles from Love and Deep Space, I didn't notice how the whole day flew by, I was absorbed in the charming handsome men! Oh, the wonderful Leviathan and the captivating Asmodeus, oh, the hot Silas and the sweetest Xavier, they completely captured my attention. Not paying attention to anything, I continued to admire them, sometimes noticing their resemblance to Kei (thoughts about whom I tried to drive away).I came to my senses only when the key turned in the lock, the door swung open and Kei, announcing his presence, entered the apartment. Quickly deleting the games, I hugged him with a joyful smile, he won't be able to find out about anything… right?"

*Present day* -After the surgery, do you need to eat or would you like me to feed you? -FUCK YOU!!! Akiko wanted to get up and move away from him, but with the new deprivations of her body it was incredibly difficult, which is why she remained in bed and, like a caterpillar that was caught by the tail, rocked on the bed.Continuous tears flowed down her face, leaving a wet and salty trail behind them, her throat, as if torn by cats, ached and wheezed, not allowing Akiko to continue screaming. She could not figure out why? Why, of all people, was she destined for such a fate, what gods did she insult, that she was cursed like that?! "How did he find out, I delet- oh, right, how could I not understand right away, he is not a person. How did I not guess right away, he knew about my every action, this whole fucking time!"

"Stupid, stupid, stupid! How come you didn't think of that right away, of course, he's part of the device, that's why he left the phone, it was a test!" Depressing thoughts swirled in her head with the same force and speed as tears flowed, Akiko had to cover her face with her hand in an attempt to calm herself down and save a grain of dignity. She wanted to block the rest of the oxygen and save herself from suffering, but Kei hand, which intercepted the remaining limb, cut off this idea -It's okay, my love, I'm here

He said in a gentle, overly loving voice, but she did not hear these words, because she was plunged into a nightmare…

First meeting with Ren

Ren: exists Me: tossing between "I already love you so much" and "You're too cute, what are you hiding?"

Random stupid thought

If in Twisted Wonderland, at the first meeting with Malleus, you could give your nickname, like a Wanderer from Genshin Impact, at least half of the fandom would call him "Cute", "Dear", "Husband" or something like that

Спящий Ангел ❤♡❤♡❤♡❤♡❤♡❤♡❤♡❤♡❤

I would like to translate this…fanfic into english, but my english is extremely weak and only depends on google translator and i'm afraid to make even more mistakes than usual lol excuse me please ❤♡❤♡❤♡❤♡❤♡❤♡❤♡❤♡❤❤♡❤♡❤♡❤

This is an AU based on the fairy tale of Sleeping Beauty. As a child, Ren tried to propose to a princess, but was beaten up by the Prince/Princess, Angel's lover, who thought Ren was dangerous because he was a mage. Out of resentment, not being able to control his powers, and believing that he was the princess' "true love", he cursed the princess to fall into an eternal sleep at the age of 18 until she was awakened by the "kiss of true love". To strengthen his connection with the MC, he transformed into a viscount and settled in the palace. When the day of the curse came, Ren's kiss didn't awaken her.

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Холодный ветер блуждал пустынным и тёмным коридорам каменного замка, скользя по телам, умершим от истощения во сне, людей. Никто не думал о них или не заботился, все они были забыты, кроме одного. В самой отдалённой, большой комнате, на мягкой кровати, в тепле и уюте, спала милая принцесса, похожая на Ангела. Думаете, что её охраняет злой и страшный дракон и вскоре придёт принц, который победит его, спася принцессу поцелуем истинной любви? Наивные. Да, был злой и страшный "дракон", который охранял её день и ночь, но тот самый "принц" уже давно превратился в тощий труп и был выкинут в реку.

Многие слышали эту историю, но те храбрецы, что пытались пробраться к Ангелу, либо не нашли дорогу к ней из-за мощного заклинания, которое прячет замок от чужаков, либо, сами того не ожидая, умерли от расколотого, чем-то тяжелым, черепа, когда они всё же смогли пробраться через заклятие.

Хоть эта история, уже стала легендой, но мне многие представляют, кем является этот "дракон". Кто бы мог поверить, что юноша с пастельно-розовыми волосами, голубыми, как чистое небо, глазами, который изучал мягкость и невинность, мог оказаться тем, кто во всём виноват? Кто же знал, что если ты будешь притворяться, тем, кем ты не являешься, ты не сможешь по настоящему завоевать сердце возлюбленной~? Но что сделано, то сделано, он не смог разбудить принцессу поцелуем истинной любви, но это не значит, что он когда-либо пустит кого-либо к ней. Он готов ждать, и заботится о принцессе вечность. Он был более чем готов убить ещё сотню парней и девушек, испортить ещё сотню жизней, главное, чтобы никто не приблизился к его Ангелу, и это то, что все знали наверняка. ❤♡❤♡❤♡❤♡❤♡❤♡❤♡❤♡❤❤♡❤♡❤♡❤ Ren belongs to @14dayswithyou

I know it turned out crooked, but still- (*/ω＼) (Eden belongs to @parasocialitevn )