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Written by @aspiringtrashpanda

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[belphegorzine]

✨ ZINE CONTRIBUTORS! ✏️

Introducing our wonderful contributors!

In order of appearance -

PAGE ARTISTS

@HelhornArt | @weetlebeetle | @humbuns | @PechiRojo4 | @/oxenfree_west | @featheredcrowbones | @pastelsketches64 | @karasu904 | @viriborne | @/Yurei471 | @mintish0 | @/charly_pompom | @strawberrycartt | @/Ceramic_Avocado | @pseudonymphomania

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[artmopworks]

1/2 of the Valentines pieces.

Collaborated with the awesome @aspiringtrashpanda and @4laurus for an InuOkko Valentines day event. The other piece can be found on my twitter. (it is sexually explicit, you have been warned, also they are being depicted in their mid 20s) If you want to see more explicit work you can always check out my patreon at

the explicit piece can be found here

[strawhearttaleszine]

✨ 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖𝐒 ✨

❝Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?❞

❝Over the seven jewelled hills, beyond the seventh fall, in the cottage of the Seven Dwarfs, dwells @4laurus, fairest one of all.❞

𝐏𝐫𝐞-𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰!

🛒: strawheartzine.bigcartel.com

Beautiful art to go with a beautiful story! 4laurus put a lot of research into these gorgeous character designs! 😍💖

[aspiringtrashpanda]

The love of my life, reason to live. I humbly ask you, once again, to indulge me with attentive bf Beel who knows Mc's appetite like the back of his hand. He knows exactly how long to wait before eating off their plate. Thank you in advance, i love you so much❤️

anything for my love, my everything, my personal banner maker.

also wow beel nation, are you okay? first three requests are beel-centric like WHAT?

Characters: Beel x MC, brothers make an appearance Attentive bf Beel, pure fluff with the teensiest bit of spice No warnings apply

It was a normal evening. Satan and Beel had been on dinner duty, Lucifer had been at RAD late, and Levi had been holed up in his room for three whole days. Something about the release of a new horror roguelike. Mammon had tried to sell Asmo on his latest get rich quick scheme, promising that all he would need as an investment was a lock of Asmo’s hair, and well, that wasn’t going to fly. Only one glass of demonus had been spilled across the table - Mammon having lunged towards Asmo to get it himself - and Belphie had fallen asleep mid-sentence a record low of twice. 

A completely normal evening. 

The brothers, however, worried a storm was on the horizon.

“Did ya see that?” Mammon hissed to Levi, the latter grumbling under his breath. Apparently the distraction had sent him back to level 1. 

Lucifer sighed, humming over the lip of his glass. “He’s going to hear about that later.”

“Really, his table manners are going to be the death of him one day,” Asmo lamented, flicking his fork with a flourish. A piece of sautéed hemlock freed itself from the prongs and smacked against Satan’s cheek. He brushed it away with a scoff. 

You paid them no mind, choosing instead to focus on Levi’s handheld console, Beel's chewing a comforting soundtrack to your right.

The screen visible from where you sat, you leaned into Levi's personal bubble, watching his little avatar slash through blob-like monsters. He jolted at your proximity, scowling when a walking skeleton stabbed his character through the heart.

“Not cool!” Levi shimmied his chair away from you. “Everyone needs to stop distracting me!” 

With a shrug, you turned back to your plate, finding it empty. Beel’s jaw moved continuously as he smiled down at you. His indigo eyes glimmered with affection, and you had the impression that he cared not about his brother’s whispers. Only about you. Your heart swelled, the familiar heat spilling through your veins and flooding the tips of your fingers.

You excused yourself from the table. Beel followed you exactly 5 seconds later. 

“You’re not having dessert?” The question slipped out as you looped your arms around his sturdy middle, as you rested your head against his body’s warmth. It was strange for him to leave the dining room so quickly. Usually, he joined you in your room after obliterating whatever sweets Luke had made for him to try. 

“I will be.” His answer vibrated through his frame, buzzing through your skull. 

Your mind went to the gutter, the muscles of his abdomen contracting as he leaned down, as he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. His exhale rustled your hair, his hands so strong, so large as they covered your hips. 

A violent blush burning your skin, you managed a flustered squeak, “Oh! I didn’t realize it was that kind of night.”

He paused. Straightened up. Blinked twice. The confusion in his gaze was but a brief flash before it was overtaken by sheer enthusiasm. If he was a dog, you were certain his tail would be wagging. As he pulled you flush against him once more, he laughed, “I meant that I’d have dessert when you’re hungry again in an hour, but I could go for that kind of sweet, if you’re offering.”

As you led him to your bed, the last thing on your mind was whether you’d be peckish within the hour. 

However, at breakfast the next morning, you found yourself realizing that you had ended up munching on one of Luke’s cookies after a healthy dose of debauchery. Beel had raced from your bed to return with a plate of goodies in exactly 96 seconds (you timed him on your stopwatch app - a new record!), and you had curled up in front of your television to watch the latest episode of Barbeque Life before Lucifer came by to ensure that Beel slept in his own bed. 

You smiled. Beelzebub was always so attentive and receptive to your needs. It didn’t surprise you that he understood your stomach’s schedule. 

“Tell me, hon,” Asmo sang the moment Beel left the table to retrieve more hell coffee from the kitchen, “Is everything alright with you and Beel?”

Multiple utensils clattered to their plates, wide eyes swiveling from brother to brother. Mammon looked particularly spooked, while Lucifer simply pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“Uh, yeah?” You swallowed your devilbee honey pudding, the sweet treat turning bitter on your tongue. “Why? Did he say something?”

Shoulders relaxed instantly, sighs of relief bouncing back and forth like ping pong balls. The table was an appropriate length for table tennis, you supposed. However, while the brothers laughed off the strange question, your uncertainty only grew. 

Levi pretended to wipe sweat from his brow, an exaggerated gesture you were sure he learned from an anime. “Oh? Okay, phew. We were worried he was in trouble lol.”

Your chest felt warm, your heart pounding. “Why would he be in trouble?”

“Well because he-” Levi started, just to squawk as Mammon swatted his face, “Er, n-no reason!”

A beat of silence. Beel’s heavy footsteps as he returned to the dining room, coffee pot in hand. You were keenly aware of the tightness of your throat, your swallow lodging halfway down your esophagus. As Beel refilled Lucifer’s coffee, you couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the tension hanging in the air.

It was never fun walking into a silent room, acutely aware that everyone had been talking about you. 

“What’s going on?” Beel asked, settling back into his seat. He accented his words by snagging a muffin from your plate, picking at the hell berries crusting the top. 

Before you could ask him the same question, Asmo shrieked, “He just did it again!”

Satan shook his head slowly, Mammon gawking at the giant demon next to you. Lucifer continued to read the morning paper, refusing to participate in such shenanigans. 

“RIP Beel,” Levi muttered, “It was nice knowing you.”

The confusion escalated tenfold, frustration pricking at the soles of your feet. You threw up your hands, huffing, “Okay, is someone going to tell us what you’re all going on about?”

Beel peered curiously at his brothers as they averted their eyes, as they pretended that their meal hadn’t been interrupted. His fingers brought a piece of your toast to his mouth, his brow creasing as he chewed thoughtfully. 

Belphie raised his head with a yawn. “Beel keeps eating your food.”

“From your plate,” Mammon added.

Satan nodded curtly, “Without permission.”

Your stomach dropped. You weren’t sure if you were disappointed or relieved.

“Oh,” You glanced around the table, noticing at that moment that Beel had moved your plate in front of him. “That’s it?”

Asmo pointed in accusation, protesting, “Doesn’t it bother you?”

“No?” This was so absurd. You were used to bonkers conversations at every meal, but their sheer concern was truly comical. “Actually…”

It was Belphie who cut in, propping his chin in his palm. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he drawled, “They’re always done eating. Beel knows when they’re full.”

The looks of disbelief on Mammon and Levi’s faces were so similar, you wondered if they were twins. They spluttered in surprise, the latter exclaiming, “But they hardly ate their breakfast! How could they be full?!”

And Beel - sweet, calm, confident Beel - shrugged. As if it was the most obvious answer in the world, he explained. “They’re sleepy in the morning, and not very hungry. They only eat a little bit. They’ll be hungry in about 2 hours. That’s why I pack the leftovers before we leave for RAD.” 

This time, the brothers weren’t the only ones shocked. Lifting your jaw from the carpeted floor, you gasped, “The leftovers aren’t for yourself?”

A bright vein of pride shone in his eyes, fuschia within the indigo depths. “I mean, I partake, but only after you’ve had your fill.”

“Huh,” was all you managed to respond, your brain too busy flipping through the memories of all the snacks and meals Beel had brought you regardless of request. His fingers curled around your shoulder, amusement brightening his face. 

The gentle squeeze brought you back to reality, just in time to hear Mammon say, “Hey Beel, do ya think you have telepathic abilities outside of you and Belphie?”

“What a stupid question,” Satan scoffed, though you knew he was waiting for Beel’s answer himself. 

Your fingers curled around his, anchored on your shoulder, grounding you in the moment. And what a moment it was, for Beel simply snorted, “Nah, I just pay attention to my partner.”

Why Mammon considered that a declaration of war, you weren’t entirely sure. But two hours later, when Beel passed you a container of carefully wrapped leftovers, you knew that you were the luckiest person in the world. 

*・゜・*:.。.*.。.:*・☆・゜・*:.。.*.。.:*・☆・゜

My requests are open! Find out more HERE. Banner made by @4laurus - have you seen her Beel?

[aspiringtrashpanda]

Villain!Beel is just Kronk.

@4laurus told me so.

[aspiringtrashpanda]

Omg starr thank you 😭 I'm so happy to participate in thissss!

Last song: Pomade, I'm not even kidding. I think it summoned this tag from @shootingstarrfish

Favorite color: the specific yellow of sunflower petals. That golden yellow that feels so warm and inviting. (#fae033)

Currently watching: I am incapable of consuming new content during my hyperfixations, so I have Brooklyn Nine-Nine on repeat in the background all the time. I'd definitely win a trivia contest.

Last movie: See the above predicament. Though I did watch Pitch Perfect recently with my dad as it is my go-to silly feel-good movie when I'm feeling blue. The inner theatre kid comes out.

Currently reading: Nothing Grows to Burn by @havenesc has such a firm grip on my heart. I drop everything when updates come out. Also following Hearts Spring Eternal by @/riverofnara (Ao3). Shout out to only human by @sakkajagga for being an incredible Simeon fic that NEEDS MORE ATTENTION, PLEASE.

Sweet/Savoury/Spicy: new OT3 just dropped.

Relationship: Too busy thinking about Levi obey me tbh. No shame. (thus the orange prompts)

Current obsession: In Obey Me! hell with not intent to leave.

Last Googled: rocket pop popsicle origin... Just to find out they're actually called Bomb Pops? And Firecrackers?! But if you Google "Rocket Pop" a bunch of Rocket Pop recipes pop up, so clearly the world has a collective agreement on what Rocket Pops are. Is this a branch of the Mandela effect?!

Currently working on: Fics on fics on fics. Zine work. And whatever shenanigans I get up to with Starr and Laurus.

Going to tag the love of my life @4laurus even though she definitely won't do this, and I am also going to pester @zephyrchama, so that she feels double the pressure (on the bladder?) (It's an inside joke don't worry about it)

Nine people I want to get to know better

Tysm @444rockstargf for the tag!!

Last song: In the air tonight- Phil Collins

Favorite Color: Forest green

Currently Watching: Supernatural

Last movie: Fallen (1998)

Currently Reading: Carrie by Stephen King and a Dean Winchester fic called As it Was on Wattpad

Sweet, Spicy, or Savory?: Spicy 100%

Relationship: Single as FUCK

Current Obsession: Scripting for/thinking about my drs (specifically all my ones for Rory Characters and my Dean Winchester dr)

Last googled: Dean Winchesters birthday (notice a pattern??)

Currently working on: A request from a very dear friend +lots of fic ideas

Tags (sorry if you’ve already been tagged, no pressure <3): @kappasbbgirl @iiheartsai @facingreailitysgravity @angelsanarchy @wildathevrt @svgarcaine @strawberrybyers @violetshazard @k1mdr4cul4

[aspiringtrashpanda]

*spins around in chair* Hello. I've been expecting you...

~✨WELCOME TO MY TUMBLR INFO POST✨~

I am an aspiring author, who loves writing about fictional characters that don't belong to me. Really, I should be working on something original. Unfortunately, I can't fight the hyperfixation.

You can find all my work on Archive of Our Own. This is where you can find my One Piece, Jujutsu Kaisen, and Pok��mon works. Currently, I am hooked on Obey Me!, and this post is focused on that.

~✨OBEY ME! MASTERLIST✨~

Drabbles:

MC teaches the brothers about "jinx" (Gen)

First date/First kiss (Beelzebub x GN!MC)

Attentive bf Beel (Beelzebub x GN!MC)

You, Me, and Steve (Mephistopheles POV, Gen)

"Kiss the Girl" parody (Leviathan x GN!MC)

Hella Britney Spears Obey Me (Raphael, Gen)

The twins help overstimulated MC relax (Beelzebub & Belphegor centric, Gen)

Belphie & Sidra's ship discourse (Belphegor x Sidra-MC)

Obey Me! Month 2024:

Masterlist

Longer fics:

The Speedrunner's Guide to Romance (Leviathan x F!MC, Rated E)

Meteor Shower (Belphegor x GN!MC, Rated G)

Late Nights & Half-Pipes (Beelzebub x F!MC, currently in progress)

Blunt Force Concussion (Mammon x GN! MC, Rated G)

Kiss and Tell (Demon brothers x GN! MC, Choose your demon)

~✨MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN!✨~

Please hit me up if you have a drabble request. I don't bite! (unless you don't abide by THESE rules) I'm also a mod for @belphegorzine and the head mod of @lvlup-levizine, so check those out, please! 💕

Personal banner (depicting my very real blind dog and mess of Straw Hat Valley planning corkboard) by @4laurus. She's incredible and happy to take commissions. Hit her up!

[lvlup-levizine]

What cards are the mods working with?👀

To show off the wonderful assignment graphic made by @4laurus, we're unveiling the four cards that the mods have chosen for inspiration.

Can you guess which card is assigned to which mod?

[aspiringtrashpanda]

🧡The Speedrunner's Guide to Romance🧡 - COMPLETE

MY 94K MULTI-CHAPTER LEVIATHAN x READER FIC IS COMPLETE! 🎉 You can read it on Ao3 HERE.

This fic has been quite the journey and I am so unbelievably grateful to everyone who has commented, left kudos, reached out, and read any bit of it!

ALSO MY BESTIE @4laurus DID THIS INCREDIBLE ART OF LEVI (and my MC) FOR THE LAST CHAPTER! LOOK AT HOW PRETTY HE IS! AHHHHHHHH!

[aspiringtrashpanda]

bringing these back because @4laurus is so insanely talented and we were just reminiscing how we pumped out this fic + art in a week.

The gang is now together in a single post!

These are the drawings I make for @aspiringtrashpanda fanfic You Teach Me and I’ll Teach You  an adorable One Piece x Pokemon crossover, please check it out if you haven’t

AND GIVE HER LOTS OF LOVE BECAUSE I WANT A SECOND PART

Commissions are open and you can support me on patreon too!

[belphegorzine]

✨ CONTRIBUTOR SPOTLIGHT ✨

Introducing page artist Laurus (@4laurus)! ✨💜

[lvlup-levizine]

🛁Meet Level Up!'s Formatting Mod - @4laurus!🛁

We'd like to introduce our formatting mod, Laurus! She's an illustrator and graphic designer who loves to play with anatomy and expressions. Not only that, but her favorite color combinations are Blue-Yellow and Purple-Yellow, which definitely pop up in our very expressive fish demon's color scheme.

Laurus has fond memories of playing with water as a child, so much so that she created an imaginary friend out of the faucet. If that isn't Levi-coded, then we don't know what is. Though she finds Levi relatable, she is also very aware that he would bully her over her video game skills. She knows he wouldn't stand for creative mode in Minecraft.

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[aspiringtrashpanda]

Thirteen's expression shifted from irritated to intrigued. “But you often find inspiration through experience?”  

“I mean, it really isn’t that simple, but I suppose that’s part of it.”  

She took a step closer, retracing her path, bringing her further away from the mouth of the cave. “Do you like breaking rules?”  

“Not really, no.” You winced.   

“Do you like danger?”  

“Just because danger finds me on the regular, doesn’t mean I like it.”  

Thirteen sidled up to you, her voice ghosting over the shell of your ear. “Do you like underground communities expressing freedom through the love of an illegal sport?”  

You responded with a squeaky whisper, “That is a morally grey question.”  

“Just...” Groaning, she grabbed your wrist, tugging you towards the hole in the cliffside with a huffed, “ Come on.”  

You had crossed the threshold into the darkness of the cave before you knew it. The damp, chilled air dripped from stalactites, coiled around your fingers and froze the marrow of your bones. You could have sworn you could see your breath puffing from your lips, despite the shadows snuffing your vision.   

Thirteen’s grip tightened. “It’s okay. We’re almost there.”  

She guided you through the tunnel, the pressure on your wrist signaling every curve to the right to avoid a massive stalagmite, every dip to the left when a pillar of stone threatened to block your path.  

Your heart lodged in your throat, you couldn’t bring yourself to make a noise. There was something so mystical, so sacred about the dark tunnel untouched by the light of the moon. Maneuvering around in the darkness, placing your fate directly in Thirteen’s hands... You were scared. You were excited. You couldn’t wait to see where she was bringing you.   

First, you felt a wave of warmth lap at your skin.  

Then, you noticed the flicker of orange light blooming on the stone.  

You barely had time to consider making a shadow puppet as your frames skittered past the illuminated walls, for a sharp turn around a corner revealed your destination.  

“Whoa,” You breathed in time with Thirteen’s satisfied hum.   

A massive cavern stretched before you – larger even than RAD’s Grand Hall. It was so wide, so expansive, that the ceiling vanished, too high above to be touched by the firepits providing light below. All you could make out were the pointed tips of stalactites and what seemed to be tiny balls of light, dancing in the abyss like a manmade galaxy. Though, the roof – despite its curious enchantment – had nothing on the rest of the cave.   

Between torches and bonfires laid a series of structures. At first glance, you thought it was some sort of obstacle course, something like what you’d seen on TV in the human world, the title including ninjas and warriors.   

Upon further inspection, you realized it was something else entirely.   

From your view from the entrance to the cavern, you counted roughly 3 dozen demons. Some lounged on carved stone bleachers, shooting the shit with an open bottle of demonus at their feet. Others climbed to the top of wooden half-pipes, grinded their boards against zigzagging steel railings. Most looped about the giant concave pit in the middle of the floor, the scratchy purr of wheels rumbling against concrete harmonizing with supportive cheers and rowdy laughter.   

“Is this a skatepark?” You gasped.  

Thirteen smirked, “Welcome to the Devildom’s best kept secret – the Hellboarding Association.”  

A still in progress, very belated birthday gift for @4laurus. Shout out to @shootingstarrfish for helping me with the initial plan! READ THE FULL FIRST CHAPTER HERE. I'm currently in part 3 so part 2 should be up in a couple days! And for shits and gigs, let me know what your skate name is and I'll try to include in in the fic <3 ALSO REMEMBER I TAKE DRABBLE REQUESTS!!! Find out more here!

[aspiringtrashpanda]

Huge shout out to my besite @4laurus for supplying me with this self-indulgent art to go with my self-indulgent fic, It Could Have Been Anyone, But It Had To Be You.

A second, plot heavy fic is updating weekly - Crystal Clear

[aspiringtrashpanda]

“What are we doing?”

You whispered, your nose nudging against his. 

“What we should’ve done a long time ago,” He growled, reaching up to remove your hands from his face, tugging your wrists, capturing your lips eagerly.   

 *NSFW UNDER THE CUT*

Your palms fell to his chest as you surrendered yourself to the blazing emotions that burst forth from within.  Logic flew out the window.  Rational thought was banished to hell.  The past between the two of you was torn to shreds, those tiny magical moments you had shared together magnified and laminated, while all the bad bits burned to ash. 

 His fingertips blistered the skin beneath your shirt as his hands slipped up your spine and you whimpered softly, arching into his touch.  The collar of his tee was stretched and loose, hanging down to his defined clavicles from where you had aggressively fisted the fabric.  You could feel him when you ground down in his lap, eliciting a deep groan as you brushed against his arousal.    

 Everything moved so fast.  There was no time for doubts, for hesitation.  Caution was old news.  He had thought he wasn’t enough and –  gods –  you had to prove to him that he was wrong.  He was perfect.  He was  everything.  You wanted him so badly. 

 His skin puckered in the chill breeze that wafted through your apartment window.  Gooseflesh spreading beneath your touch, running down his shoulder blades the moment his shirt was lost to the floor.  You felt him shiver, felt him bury his nose into the crook of your neck and breathe you in, fiddling with the button at the top of your jeans.   

 Tugging gently on the spiky mess of his hair, you sought to connect your lips, craving more. He complied eagerly, lifting you off his lap without ever pulling away, tongue swiping through your mouth like he wished to memorize every piece of you.  It took a handful of seconds to kick away your pants, to undo his belt and rip open his fly.   

 You barely even had a chance to take in his naked form, to appreciate every curve of muscle, every silvery scar decorating his skin because,  oh,  he was pushing you back onto the couch.  You paid no attention to the way your neck curled uncomfortably against the arm of the furniture, the way one of your legs hung awkwardly off the cushion.   You were far too busy admiring the man leaning over you, wedging himself between your thighs, his eyes sweeping over you, devouring every dip in the smooth expanse of your skin, practically salivating.    

He stilled, face inches away from yours. 

 His pink tongue was visible through his slightly parted lips, his breath coming in heavy pants.  The apples of his cheeks glowed a rosy red, washing over the ridge of his straight nose like watercolor tossed upon a canvas.   Sapphire cut with flecks of obsidian peered at you with a patience that offset his body’s urgency, a stern affirmation that he would not push any further without your permission.   

 You lifted your hands, running a thumb along the sharp line of his jaw, along the crease in his brow. 

 “Megumi... always so serious,” You murmured, trying to smooth out the wrinkle above those piercing eyes. 

 “Want you,” Was all he answered, a low growl oozing with confidence.  There was no doubt, no anxiety.   

 No turning back.

 Your heart pounded impossibly fast.  He wanted  you, and he had sounded more certain than ever.

  Anything you could say in response to such a declaration seemed to pale in comparison – an arrangement of ratty fabric flowers in lieu of a fresh bouquet.  And he hadn’t even said anything special!  It was... just... the raw  honesty  in his words had you bucking your hips up to meet his, pulling his lips to yours in the same instant.   

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