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Kirby Beel

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Welp i I didn't expect the dame Beel to blow up, thank yall djvnsnvjd

I decided to draw Satan as well www

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We were robbed and Beel did not go through high heels training just to not be seen in a dress so I took matters into my own hands

And a bonus Beel and MC below >///>

Keep reading

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please do beelzebub huge badonkers humongonkers bambamdonghungermumbers, especially scrumptious with a ketchup drizzle i am starving where monster size tuntungsahurkers

woah! what a crazy change of subject matter for me, this was a toughie. here u go! :3

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Im 100% apart of team dimple

@butchmammon how do you only have correct opinions

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going back to my obey me era because i miss it so much😭

(photo i used as reference:)

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i drew this while waiting for silksong but steam wont even let me buy it <///3

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Lucifer might be growing soft

gender neutral, no dialogue, pre-established relationship

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A record plays, stationed in the corner of Lucifer's study. A new one he bought after his anxiety got the best of him, unsure the effects cure vinyls may have on humans. 

The room is fairly quiet. 

At the ordained wooden desk sits Lucifer, left in only a button up, slacks, dress shoes and the tie he's been pulling at and fidgeting with for the past hour and a half as he works. Deliberate gloved fingers shuffling through papers and writing with a pen that likely cost more than your over world apartment. 

Originally you sat on one of the plush red chairs, but within an hour you moved to the floor, using the coffee table as a desk rather than going to your room. 

You’ve been here for well over three hours. Joining Lucifer not long after dinner. But now, the fireplace is castling delicate lighting on the regal room. 

You’ve chosen to ignore your work  —most of it is done anyways—  in favor of watching the demon. 

Thin silver glasses set low on the bridge of his nose, hair ever so slightly jostled from when he runs his hands through it. 

The fireplace illuminates the right side of his face, emphasizing his carved out jaw bone and deep eyes. 

It's hard to tell the time in Devildom if you haven’t lived here for very long, but you are confident it's late. Late enough to rest your heavy head in your hand, eyes half lidded as you watch the practiced movement of pride himself. 

And maybe this isn’t the best place to fall asleep. Yet the promise of back pain doesn’t urge you into moving. You don’t pack your belongings and you don’t go to your room. 

You also don’t acknowledge the ever growing fondness flowering in your heart. 

Instead you fall asleep, slowly closing your eyes, facing a man you should fear.

A man who looks at you with warmth in his eyes when he notices you napping. A man who will gently carry you to your room and place water on your bedside, and act like he did no such thing the next morning. 

A man named Lucifer who may be growing soft for a mortal. 

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Petunia

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Fuck my stupid baka life…

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magic man

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Idiot /aff

is this a Scott pilgrim reference?!! yes.

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Cerberus’ favorite brother <3

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changing room shenanigans!

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A cat spirit Satan 🐱

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in my floating heads\trying some new things era