Lucifer: Walking Into The Living Room "Have Any Of You Seen My Cape?"

Lucifer: Walking into the living room "Have any of you seen my cape?"

Levi: "Yeah, can we add my jacket the list of things that need to be found? Satan's too."

Beel: "Same here. Some of Belphie's pillows are missing too."

Asmo: "My satin blankets are gone too, and Mammon's practically turned his room upside down looking for his black t-shirt."

Meanwhile

MC: sitting in a nest of blankets, jackets and pillows and wearing Mammon's shirt, watching anime "They're gonna murder me later."

Belphegor: Will you accept my sincere apology?

Mammon: I only accept apologies in cash.

Master list of important Reblog

Master list of important Reblog chains, which can make and save your life.

To live/survive:

Self-defense: 1 What to do if you suddenly find yourself homeless

Keyboard Commands if you don't have a mouse:

Commands

Explanation of the difference between Demi's:

Sumary Demisexual vs Fraysexual Demiromatic vs Frayromantic

Men Don't Cry - Diavolo x M!MC

This was written after having a crappy day that has been days, perhaps weeks in the making. So tired of wearing a mask and acting like I'm strong when I'm constantly crying on the inside and needed a release.

Summary: After a crappy day at RAD, MC is ashamed of being caught crying.

Pairing: Diavolo x M!MC (he/him pronouns used, no body descriptions)

CW: Anxiety, Talks of Toxic Masculinity

Word Count: 1490

Today, MC swore Murphy’s Law must have been making up for lost time.  Was it not enough that he overslept and was late for his first class?  Did he not set multiple alarms the night before?  He did?  So, he slept right through them all after all!  Why didn’t Diavolo wake him?  Oh, right…he had an early meeting and said he would most likely leave before MC awoke for the day.

Tangled in the bedsheets, MC stumbled out of bed, almost falling flat on his face.  He didn’t have time to shower and was forced to somehow halfway tame his unruly bedhead.  Grabbing breakfast to go from Barbatos, MC raced as fast as his mortal legs could carry him to RAD but still managed to miss his first class.  And it seemed the rest of the day was a lost cause entirely! 

MC knocked over a whole rack of vials containing potions that were hazardous if mixed together incorrectly.  Already flustered by his clumsy accident, MC’s heart sunk when he was told later in his next class to prepare for an exam that he had completely forgotten about and did not study for.  He really didn’t care to know how he scored on it.  At lunch, he dropped food onto his lap.  Recited an incantation incorrectly.  Cracked his D.D.D.

Rushing to the bathroom, MC splashed water on his face.  Attempted to regain his composure.  The world spun around him dizzily, and as his stomach churned, the combination of sensations threatened to force his lunch back up.  His pounding heart felt as if it might explode in his chest.  Dozens of bright spots blinded his vision.  His hands shook and pain shot through his shoulders and down his back while other areas felt oddly numb.  Gripping hard against the sink, MC swore he was going to faint.  It wasn’t until he managed to lift his head and stare into the mirror that he finally realized that he was crying.

No! No! No!

He cursed while furiously rubbing his sleeve against his eyes, leaving red scrapes on his cheeks. 

As classes were dismissed and students flooded the halls, MC debated whether to brave the crowd or wait for the school to empty so he could leave the grounds in solitude.  However, he posed the risk of running into Diavolo, and he couldn’t bare to have the prince see him in his current condition.  Perhaps if he kept his head down, he could just disappear into the crowd and leave without being noticed.  MC blinked back the remaining tears the best he could before pushing through the doors.  Of course, luck wasn’t on his side; it hadn’t been all day long.  So why did he think he could get a break now? 

Turning, MC locked eyes with Diavolo, who happened to be standing by the ramparts of the floor above him.  A broad smile spread across the demon’s face as he spotted MC while offering an enthusiastic wave.  MC’s heart clenched as a fresh round of tears threatened to spill.  Whipping around, MC desperately pushed through the wall of bodies, suffocating under the pressure of people bumping into him.  He couldn’t get out of RAD fast enough.  To vanish from Diavolo’s sight. 

Did Diavolo see the state he was in?  Notice his weakness?  See through him for the disappointment that he truly was?  Would he still love such a pathetic human?

MC gasped for air.  Even after he was outside in the open, MC felt as though he couldn’t catch his breath.  Yet his legs forced him to run, never stopping to look back.  Not even when his phone vibrated violently in his pocket.

Diavolo: MC?

Diavolo: Are you alright?

Diavolo: Have I done something to offend you?

Diavolo: MC, please talk to me.

Run!  Just keep running!  He told himself.  Even as he bursted through the doors of the castle, his legs kept moving.  Up the stairs.  Into the room he shared with Diavolo.  He didn’t stop until he flopped onto the bed.  Curling himself up into a ball with his back to the door, MC sobbed uncontrollably.  He wasn’t even sure anymore why he was crying, but the tears wouldn’t stop falling.

MC was unsure how long he stayed in that position.  Or how much time had passed.  Or whether he was even awake for all of that time.  He felt as if he was floating out of his body, leaving behind an empty shell, and he was only grounded back to reality once a large hand pressed against his shoulder.

“MC?”  Diavolo asked in a hushed whisper.  “Are you awake?”

MC didn’t answer, but the way he flinched gave him away. 

“Have I done something wrong?”

MC felt the bed shift as Diavolo moved as if trying to peer at his face.  Reflexively, MC placed his hand over his face, blocking Diavolo’s line of vision.

“Please, don’t look at me,” MC begged in between sniffles.

“Why?”  The concern in his voice was genuine as was the confusion.  For the longest time, neither moved until Diavolo leaned forward, pressing his head against MC’s shoulder.  “Please, speak to me.”

MC didn’t budge, still concealing his shame for having sobbed like a child.  But his resolve broke once he felt something splash against his neck.  Rolling onto his back, MC stared into Diavolo’s reddened, puffy eyes.  Tears clung heavily to his eyelashes, falling in large droplets and trailing down his cheeks.  Diavolo raised his hand to wipe away MC’s own tears with his thumb.  Instead of finding solace, MC felt a sudden pang in his heart as a new round of tears bubbled over.  Repositioning himself, Diavolo scooped MC into his arms, allowing him to cry against his chest.  The demon remained silent and rubbed circles into MC’s back as he waited for him to calm down.  He uttered no words until MC’s body no longer shook violently and his sobs quieted.

“Do you wish to talk about it?”

Diavolo wasn’t going to force MC to open up.  However, MC no longer had the strength to bottle his feelings anymore.

“I just had a bad day,” MC whispered, his voice hoarse from crying so much.

“Is that all?”

Feeling his chin quiver, MC drew in a deep breath to calm his nerves while his fist gripped tighter into Diavolo’s shirt. 

“I was afraid of disappointing you.”

Lightly holding his shoulders, Diavolo peeled MC off of him so he could stare into his eyes.

“How would you have disappointed me?”

“All I ever want is for you to be proud of me.  Of my accomplishments.  But everything went so wrong today.  I made such a mess in my potions lab.  I’m confident that I failed my test today.  Don’t even ask about the hex I attempted.  And to top it off, I completely broke down, crying like a baby.  You must think I’m such a pathetically weak being.  I mean, men aren’t supposed to cry.”

MC tried to look away, but Diavolo caught his chin with the knuckle of his index finger and pulled his face back.  Tilting his head up, Diavolo forced MC to look him in the eyes. 

“Whoever said such a ludicrous thing?”

“The society I grew up in,” MC said, feeling his mouth go dry as he recalled the mockery he grew up with.  “Where I’m from, it’s a sign of weakness.  Men are supposed to maintain their composure, no matter how hard life gets.”

“If you ask me, it sounds unreasonably cruel to bottle your emotions instead of acknowledging them.  Look at me. Do you think me any less of a man for crying?”

Staring at his tear-stained cheeks, MC shook his head.

“Good.  So, from now on, if you are upset or your day is not going as planned, I do hope you will at least confide in me.  Allow me to help brighten your day.  Will you do this for me?”

Nestling back into Diavolo’s chest, MC wrapped his arms around Diavolo and nodded.  “Yeah, I can do that.”

MC spent the next few moments listening to the soothing sound of Diavolo’s steady heartbeat.  His tears long dried up, leaving his skin tight and his head heavy.  Sitting wrapped in Diavolo’s strong embrace, MC felt safe as if nothing bad could touch him anymore.  The demon, whose strength the general populace of the Devildom feared, actually shed his tears in front of him.

“Hey, Diavolo?” MC finally piped up while running his finger lightly over Diavolo’s chest.

“Hm?”

“You know, I’ve never seen you cry until today.  I thought you were the type who remained strong no matter what.”

Diavolo’s arms tightened, pulling MC into an even deeper hug.  “Oh, MC, no one is strong one-hundred percent of the time.  However, I can say with confidence that ever since the first day we met, you have been nothing but a ray of light in my life.”

It's the first time I've done a drawing in this style, so I decided to choose the darling of the Brazilian people, as a tribute and thanks for giving life to our hero, who is so dear and loved. Mr. Holland I apologize in advance if the image was not to his liking, but I did it with all my heart. Please continue with your excellent work, from your fan Angells

when Mc/Yuu needs help/asks a question

here with the Crowley slander