“I am the righteous hand of God, and I am the devil that you forgot…”
🤍 TW for mild body horror!!
My apologies for the rush! This is an unfinished piece that I started in the beginning of the summer, when I was still getting accustomed to digital art (I was still learning about how to render and blend colors more gently). I got a little lazy, so forgive the crappy anatomy XD
This was inspired off of @frigidfries’s art, I immediately thought of how much Belos thinks of himself as a martyr in his own delusions . The stained glass window, depicting him as a deity and God in front of the entire Isles, is so hypocritical once the viewer can see his true intentions, which would repulse even a true monster.
(I remember listening to “Hell’s Comin’ with me” by Poor Man’s Poison on repeat while drawing this, that’s where I got the title-)
sukuna being bored out of his mind in the domain so yuuji buys him a where’s waldo book that unexpectedly steals a good amount of his attention, so much that sometimes he doesn’t even notice yuuji’s arrival, hunched over on his throne too focused on boring a hole in the page until yuuji eventually hears a “aha here’s the little red bastard!” followed by a maniacal laugh.
everything goes well until the last damn page. it goes on for days, even his friends are invested. “he still hasn’t found him yet?” “no, he’s taking it super seriously he asked me to buy him reading glasses. i’m so over it” but then finally, finally! one morning during class (not gojo’s but nanami’s class, because that’s the luck yuuji’s got) a grinning mouth manifests on yuuji’s cheek, proudly exclaiming “BRAT! I FOUND THE LITTLE RED BASTARD!” and yuuji can’t help but feel just as excited as he huffs out a chuckle.
He’s on his 40’s and probably one of my oldest listener ocs out there hehe.
He’s not only a very tired boi but he’s also a single foster father— and who’s he fathering—?
Kyle (my freelancer) tee hee , he raised kyle by his own after their magic manifested. He had to not only father him but also be a teacher to him.
Younger Doc was a different breed— he used to be in his rebellious zone during his senior years (this was when his magic also started to manifest) but regardless, he was still a sweetheart.
God I love toxic ships. I love one-sided obsessions. I love manipulation and evil intentions. I love mutually assured destruction. I love psychological torture. I love puppeteering in the metaphorical and literal sense. I love coercion and power imbalances. I love dreams being haunted.
This is a silly little gif I made during class, and it was originally supposed to be based off of Belos’s face reveal in Eclipse Lake, during his confrontation with Hunter.
Forgive me for the bad quality, I had to screen record it :,)
For the record, I’m working on more content. I have a few memes and doodles that I’m still working on; However, with the start of classes again, I have to take my own pace.
hehe im writing a full fic i promise but brain so full of stepdad Zhongli!! (๑>◡<๑) little thoughts just small ones!!
you were home for the holidays which also happened to coincide with meeting the man your mom was now seeing. you were an adult and had no interest in taking up a new father figure but being on at least friendly terms would be in both of your favours.
the first thing you noticed about him, Zhongli, was that he spent an awfully large amount of time in his office space. your mother didn’t seem to mind but it was the holidays after all and what on earth could possibly be more important now than spending time with the woman he was seeing and her daughter? you pointed this out a handful of times only for your mom to chuckle and brush it off as part of his nature. he’s a hard-worker, she said, it may be the holidays but he takes his job very seriously. regardless, you found this distasteful to say the least. you’d complain and whine about his shut-in behaviour to all your friends who’d immediately reassure you that this was indeed weird and rude. all you could say you knew about this man was his name, that he had brown hair, and that he’s tall. an ungodly height, could touch any ceiling, akin to a tree, or any other metaphor you’d subject him to. he’s ridiculously tall.
you’re first real encounter with him was when your mother had headed out to visit with some friends ultimately leaving you two alone. you had headed out of your childhood bedroom to grab some food from the kitchen and heard some strained noises the second you entered the hall. listening carefully, you tried to decided if this was where you’d die at the hands of a murderer or just the natural sounds of the house. you crept forwards into the hall. the sounds started to seem more like panting and you could pick up on the light traces of things moving and shuffling. wrinkling your eyebrows you moved a bit further and figured out where it was all coming from; your stepdads office. with a sigh and roll of your eyes, you took more confidant steps towards the door so you could tell him to shut up and stop being so loud with whatever he was doing. swinging open the door you stood frozen.
his hand was wrapped tightly around his cock, pumping it with desperation. the black shirt he wore had been pushed up to his chest and you could see the sheen of sweat on his toned stomach. with his head swung back he didn’t even notice your presence until he heard the scandalized gasp you let out. finally looking up, he came undone at the sight of you in the doorway. rational thought seemed to be out the window for him as he groaned and grunted out your name with small thrusts up into his hand. it was an erotic sight and you’d be lying if you claimed that you weren’t soaking through your panties and shorts.
“ah, i see you heard me. my apologies, i hadn’t intended to be so loud but i suppose my needs surpassed my thought. that said you were certainly on my mind, little dove. it would only be fair for you to come clean me up after teasing me so much with your sweet body and whorish outfits, no? come now, i’ll make plenty of space for you.” <3