Perhaps Some Will Disagree, But I Think The World Got Worse When We Changed The Colour Of The Night

Old Silver Pt. 2

+ Sebek !! (in my head his fae genes kick in a little later in life)

your first DeviantArt OC is better than any piece of AI art. your heterochromic half angel/half devil tragic backstory blorbo is more impactful and meaningful than any piece of AI art.

your napkin doodle, your first attempt at sculpture, the funny lil creatures that you make, your amateur makeup skills, your badly proportioned medieval lookin horse drawing, your macaroni art from first grade, your MS paint color gallery, every creation you've made with your thicc juicy creative brain is better than any piece of AI art.

I love this so much!:)

crawl to the in-between (part 5/?)

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Imma be real with y'all, I got nothing after this chapter. There was supposed to be this whole struggle with MC having to decide whether to accept the brothers' new forms or not (veering into dark/yandere territory) but for now I'm just going to leave this as is. Unfinished fics are a pain but forcing words out is even more painful. I may revisit this if inspiration strikes in the future, but no promises :(

When you open your eyes again, you find yourself lying on your bed in the House of Lamentation.

You jerk upright and look around, but it's quickly apparent that you're alone. It feels like forever since you were last in here, what with the attack, Lucifer's quarantine, the portal that was supposed to send you home—

Not-Lucifer reaching for you, black sludge oozing out of his eyes and dripping from his gloved fingertips—

You shake your head, trying to snap your brain out of replaying that horrifying image. A quick glance around your room shows nothing out of place, and for the briefest moment you almost dare to hope that the past week and a half was all just a bad dream…

A sharp knock on the door makes you jump.

"Honey, are you awake?" Comes Asmo's melodious voice from the other side. "Breakfast is ready! I saved you a plate, but you better hurry before Beel gets to it~"

You hold your breath, half-expecting the demon to burst into your room with deformed features and extra limbs, but all you hear is Asmo cheerfully humming a tune before his footsteps fade away.

A minute passes, then two. Your stomach rumbles. You know you can't stay in here forever, not if you want answers, and especially not if you want to figure out how to turn your demons back to normal. On the off chance that Asmo and the twins were still okay, you could use all the help you can get.

The hallway is empty when you finally poke your head through the door. It's pitch black outside the windows, no surprise there. You take twice as long to make it to the dining room, treading carefully as though you've been sucked into another one of Levi's horror games, expecting jumpscares around every corner. You're almost surprised to reach your destination without so much as a scratch.

"There you are!" Asmo claps his hands in delight and pulls your chair out for you. His makeup is impeccable as always, not a trace of black to be seen. "I made one of your favorites today, so eat it allll up, okay?"

"Thanks Asmo." You take a seat, but your hands don't touch the neatly arranged cutlery. Across the table, Beel is scarfing down what looks like his fifth plate at this point, while Belphie is snoring into his pancakes. "How're you today?"

"I'm fabulous, thank you for asking!" He winks and blows you a kiss. So far so good—

Beel lets out a huge burp and wipes his mouth on a napkin. It leaves his lips with dark stains smeared all over it.

"Ha, I win." Belphie lifts his head with a smirk. The white tips of his hair have been dyed black.

"Aww honey, come back! I made those pancakes with love!" Asmo whines loudly but doesn't follow as you make a break for the foyer.

Black sludge drips down the windowpanes, obscuring any view of the outside world.

Thank you Shizuku Hinomori and Airi Momoi

bald palm tree I saw a few weeks ago at the mall

Idia: You rizzed up MC?! But nerds like us are notoriously rizzless! How do you do it? Leviathan: Have you SEEN our fanbases? Also, didn't a ghost try to marry you? Idia: Please don't remind me.

wait no one here saw my babytalk chart did they

I saw a trend on twitter and thought I would join in on it.