#there shall be more

[jasmindoodles]

More random incoherent drawings of these two!

The main concept idea is from the lovely @galaxygolfergirl blame her if all you see on my page are these two for awhile

[trashmakerarticle]

Batfam as random memes I had saved on my phone for no reason what so ever with out any context

[crepegosette]

Can we see more BrUsa! Please I'm begging you

have those sketches for now

[freepassbound]

[deepspacedukat]

Manners

Goddammit, I’ve got the brainrot real bad. He’s a fucked up evil rich man, but... ✨p r e t t y ✨... Anyway, hopefully writing this quickie drabble will get it out of my system. We all know that’s not how it works, but why not try? It’s not like writing about him will make it worse, right? ...R-Right?

I’ll get back to requests, I promise. But my brain needed to get this out first.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Shepard Lambrick (Would You Rather) x Reader

[A/N: Idk, I should probably explain myself, but...I don’t wanna, so I won’t.]

Warnings: Language, Julian being a spoiled brat, Shepard being a gentleman, mild flirting.

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In my defense, it had been a long week. I was tired and only vaguely paying attention to where I was walking on my way home from work. Before I had even registered that there was someone in my path, I’d rounded a corner, collided with them, and was wearing their very hot coffee in short order. As I stammered apologies, an angry snarl came from the other person.

“Are you fucking blind? You clumsy, brainless little–” The young man in a suit looked as though he was about to haul off and hit me.

“Julian, be quiet! I’m sure it was an accident. Mind your manners. There’s no need to use such language, especially around a lady,” an older gentleman silenced the young man who’d been shouting so indignantly. He was the more immaculately dressed of the two, and if I had to take a guess, I’d say he was his father. Both their appearances practically screamed how blue their blood was. The older man gave me a smile and placed a careful hand on my upper arm. “I’m so sorry for my son’s abhorrent lack of manners, Miss. Are you alright?”

“I...Yes, sir. I’m fine. I really am sorry, though. At least let me pay for a new coffee,” I offered, but the kinder of the two simply shook his head.

“That won’t be necessary, I assure you.” His son scoffed beside him and was immediately given a stern glare. “My name is Shepard Lambrick, and my ill-tempered son, who you’ve already met, is Julian.”

After a polite smile from the man and a roll of his son’s eyes, I introduced myself as well. Shepard repeated my name quietly before lifting my hand to his lips like an old-fashioned gentleman might have.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, though I wish it had been under better circumstances. Julian, why don’t you run along back to the car and wait with Bevans while I rectify this situation?” With a muttered ‘whatever,’ the two of us were left alone. Suddenly, Mr. Lambrick’s gaze felt slightly more weighted. Under the intense scrutiny of his striking brown eyes, I was acutely aware of the rapidly-cooling coffee staining the front of my work uniform. The cold breeze swirling through the town didn’t work in my favor as I struggled to contain a shiver. “Now, my dear, what can I do to make up for my son’s behavior?”

“Mr. Lambrick, there’s no need. Really, I’m fine.” My protests fell on deaf ears as he tutted quietly.

“I can’t in good conscience allow this to pass without doing something to fix it. My honor would be sullied if I let such a lovely young lady walk away without restitution for the embarrassment my son has caused,” he said, and with a blink I realized that his fingers were still wrapped gently but firmly around mine. “I could have your clothes cleaned, or buy you replacements?”

“That won’t be necessary. Tomorrow is laundry day anyway. There’s no harm done.”

“Then perhaps I can at least treat you to dinner tomorrow evening?” This time he sounded genuinely hopeful. “And before you give me some exceedingly kind demurral, I assure you it would be my pleasure to share your company. Please?”

He seemed so genuine. I had only just met him, but...well, I supposed there was no harm in a dinner invitation.

“Mr. Lambrick–”

“Please, call me Shep,” he said giving my hand a little squeeze. His brow furrowed momentarily and he pulled off his suit jacket, draping it around my shoulders. “Where are my manners? I completely forgot how cold it can get this time of year. As for dinner, I promise you’ll enjoy it. What do you say?”

I’d never been on the receiving end of such a gentlemanly gesture. Being careful not to allow his obviously expensive suit touch the stained part of my clothing, I savored the warmth embedded in the fabric. Even the cologne clinging to the material smelled expensive. Who the hell was Mr. Lambrick, anyway? Just like that, curiosity made up my mind for me.

“...Alright. Sure. That sounds...really nice, actually.” It had been a long time since I’d had a meal that I hadn’t cooked myself. At my acceptance, a large, warm smile spread across his lips.

Oh no, he was actually quite attractive.

“Wonderful! Splendid! Give this number a call at your earliest convenience - it’s my driver’s - and I’ll make arrangements for him to pick you up,” he said releasing my hand just long enough to hand me a business card. “I very much look forward to seeing you tomorrow, my dear.”

He pressed a soft kiss onto the back of my hand, and as he began to walk away I paused.

“What about your jacket?”

“Keep it. I have plenty of other suits,” Shepard said tossing me a wink before continuing on his way.

[ilovedthestars]

there really are few emotions i find more compelling in a story than "you should be afraid of me. please don't be afraid of me"

[stemmmm]

play with me play with me play with me play with me play with me play with me play w-

[rowdysketches]

Beel shower card edit

I had to give him back his Beel-ish charm😘

[bluebellowl]

The ACTUAL beginning! Or at least starting from when Ingo hath returned. He doesn’t know where he is, when he is and is very jumpy

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[zephyrchama]

Water Wrinkles

Seven demon brothers sat solemnly in a circle around you. You did your best to ignore them. It wasn't often that you got to spend time at the human world villa, and you were intent on soaking up as much sun as you could before returning to the Devildom.

You reclined your beach chair back, crossing your arms under your still-wet hair. It was a gorgeous day. Perfect for being at the pool.

Leviathan let out a muffled sob. As the demon with the highest affinity for water, he blamed himself.

"Let us take you to a hospital," Satan insisted for the tenth time.

"They're going to laugh us out of the ER," you nonchalantly repeated.

Satan lowered his eyes and muttered, "I couldn't find any traces of a curse in the water... So how...?"

Asmodeus had his head in his hands, unresponsive. Sometimes his fingers curled around the ends of his hair. You briefly glanced over to make sure he didn't pull his hair out - that would be grounds for a real emergency.

"I can't bear to watch. Lucifer, do somethin'," Mammon whined. He was fidgeting all over the place and winced whenever he looked at your feet.

The oldest glared at you. You knew it was out of concern, but his fears were unfounded. Even Lucifer refused to listen to reason when he thought you were in danger.

"Actually, yeah. Lucifer, can you pass me a towel?" you asked. It was embarrassing having seven shirtless demons intensely staring at you. If they wouldn't let you go back in the water, maybe covering up would make you feel less self-conscious.

Lucifer didn't move. It was Beelzebub who plucked a spare towel off his younger twin and handed it to you with a shaking arm. He looked like a wet puppy, having been the one who first discovered your "condition" and swept you out of the pool.

Belphegor hadn't gone in the water that day. He only hogged the plush towels because of how comfortable they were and, following Beelzebub's lead, dumped them all onto your chair. Now he sat, wide awake. He was anxiously squeezing a loose chunk of concrete but at some point, without realizing, it got crushed to powder in his hand.

You had more than enough towels now.

"In half an hour you're going to forget this all even happened," you said to reassure the worry warts.

"In half an hour, you might be gone!" Mammon snapped back.

"You're going to be a wrinkled mess of skin and bones," Asmodeus weeped quietly.

Leviathan pressed his hands over his ears. Though, with nothing to cover his eyes he was forced to look at your wrinkled hands again. Based on the noises he was making, you'd think someone was torturing him.

"As I've said!" you reiterated. "All humans get wrinkly in water. Look, now that I'm drying off it's going back to normal."

Beelzebub grabbed your ankle, raising it for the brothers to observe at eye level. "I don't see a difference."

You didn't expect the sudden manhandling and slunk several inches down the lounge chair while the demons stared at your foot. Kicking and twisting your leg was futile. You modestly crossed your free leg.

"I think it's getting worse," Satan said.

"We need to take action," Lucifer decided.

Asmodeus was actively quivering now. Belphegor and Leviathan had crept behind you and started picking at your wrinkly fingers. You tried to swat them away to no avail.

"Give me 25 minutes! Literally! Probably even less, this will go away on its own! I just need to dry off."

"We need a solution now," Mammon asserted. The cogs in his brain were turning. "We need fire."

You tried to sit up, to jump up and stop Mammon before he burned the whole villa down in an attempt to dry you off, but Beelzebub had not let go and you stumbled. You grazed your knee on the concrete and winced.

A second round of panic overcame the demon brothers. Beelzebub let go, Lucifer picked you up, and Belphegor wrapped your knee with every available towel he could lay his hands on. Asmodeus and Leviathan were crying on each other's shoulders. Mammon came running back, oblivious to the second disaster that just occurred, with a flaming stick in his hand that Satan tried to keep at bay. If you got burnt on top of everything else, they'd probably go insane and destroy the human world.

In the midst of the chaos you caught a glimpse of your hand. It was practically dry. You couldn't even see the wrinkles anymore. You angrily wiggled in Lucifer's grasp as various hands fussed over you.

"Stay!!" you shouted over the clamor.

The brothers went tumbling to the ground, save for Lucifer who fought to stay rooted in place. You could finally hear yourself think again. There was primarily one thought on your mind.

"I just want to go swimming."

[iseeyoujon]

The S1 Archives main staff was composed entirely of people who (at least partially) liked men. I choose to believe the OIAR will continue the trend of being equal but opposite to the Archives by having the entire S1 main staff like women.

[wolfchans]

pov: me watching the vlog

[cafe-smut]

One of my favorite things about Obey Me is that if you put anything on Mammon that forces him to speak the truth, he immediately wants it gone/off and for one singular reason.

Levi: *puts truth bracelet on Mammon*

Mammon, turning to Lucifer: I would do anything for you. I love you. You're my big brother and I'd fall into hell all over again for you. GET THIS THING OFF OF MEEEE

And it always ends with Lucifer staring at Mammon like he's seeing a small little angel all over again and falls in love (PLATONIC YOU BITCHES) with his brother all over again and then lets Mammon get away with shit for a week because that's his precious baby brother. If I were Mammon I would use that shit all the time.

[hinamie]

i don't normally participate in these redraw challenges but it's megumi so i'll make an exception

[bluewolfangel01]

Mammon: "Ugh, I swear we've looked everywhere and we still haven't found Mc!"

Satan: "I'll admit, I didn't think they would be this good at hide and seek."

Asmo: "Where could they be, we've searched the whole house havent we?"

Beel: "Well, there's one place we haven't checked. Lucifer's study."

Levi: "WH-WHA?! WE CANT CHECK THERE! Lucifer is in there!!! He'd kill us on sight if we went in there while he's busy!!!"

Belphie: "It's the only place we haven't checked."

Lucifer: *in his study, busily working away at the mountain of paperwork on his desk from Diavolo*

Mammon: *opens the door slowly trying to be quiet, but its only opened to a small bit before...*

Lucifer: "Is there something you need Mammon?"

Mammon: "H-hey bestest bro in all the realms! Uh... Mc wouldn't happen to be hiding in here by any chance right?"

Lucifer: "Leave before I give Cerburus a new white haired pinata to play with."

Mammon: *shuts the door and runs away as fast as possible*

Lucifer: "I do not understand why you decide to hide here whenever you all play hide and seek."

Mc: *pops their head out from underneath Lucifer's cape*

Mc: "Because it's a guaranteed win spot and I get the chance to spend some alone time with you~"

Lucifer: *looks down towards Mc and he can't help but smile seeing their face*

Lucifer: "You're lucky I love you."

Mc: "I know!"

Mc and Luci then proceed to kiss

[applestruda]

Once again having fun with drawing in Mucha's style, this time with my own compositions though :]