Do You Ever Just, Go Into A Medical Field And Think 'why Did I Even Choose This ?!' And Try To Get Out

Do you ever just, go into a medical field and think 'why did i even choose this ?!' and try to get out of it.But you are in a room filled with water and the door is polycarbonate and latched from the outside?

Can we talk about the unusually high sexual tension in ike vil? because i'm sort of coming to like it and i'm rethinking life decisions

loveeee her already!!

My Mc is neat, I swear

I draw again. I passed my exams and finally recovered. I liked the last сhapter of the Black Butler, so here’s a little art with the Undertaker.~

small shitpost i threw together and forgot to share here lmao enjoy

i found this in my archive>_<!

Hi! So, I recently found a playlist called "Slow Dancing with Lucifer after you come back to the Devildom." It was so sweet, it made me tear up. I imagined it either in the empty ballroom of the castle, or the music room of the House of Lamentation. Any way, I don't really have too much experience with dancing, especially slow dancing, besides my high school prom lmao. I'm sure Lucifer knows the waltz, and several other elegant ball room dances.. I was wondering if I could request a soft piece of Lucifer teaching MC how to dance?

Lucifer's heart beats slowly when you're around.

It's a mystery as to how the demon hasn't got a heart attack from bearing and witnessing the shenanigans of his brothers. Maybe he's got used to the pranks, that all he does is sigh and dole out punishment.

Such is his life, not a moment of peace amidst the chaos.

But when you're with him, its different.

"That's not the correct position, love."

You pout at him from his chest, inflating your cheeks and furrowing your eyebrows as you glare in mock annoyance at the demon, and Lucifer chuckles—the slow, deep sound that you get to hear on late-night phonecalls and intimate moments like these.

"But your chest is much, much better." You retort, intertwining your right hand with his left one, which is finally bare of any gloves to reveal the skin beneath.

It is during such moments that the demon lets his guard down, removes the gloves and lets himself indulge.

"Are you going to step on my heart now like you did thrice on my feet?"

Heat rises to your cheeks as you struggle to compose yourself. You've indeed stepped on his feet thrice as Lucifer taught you the waltz: a dance that he was skilled in, given that he likes the arts.

And you, of course, because you are the only one Lucifer will let step on his heart.

"It was a mistake!" You squawk, gripping his arm tighter as Lucifer takes a planned step and you barely manage to avoid stepping on his feet again.

When you look up at the smug demon, you see a grin on his face.

He pulls you closer, the hand on your back an effective way to do so. "But practice makes perfect, doesn't it?"

You smile, already knowing what your demon is up to, and let him guide your movements as you speak.

"Well, then I'll require many more lessons from such a capable teacher as you, won't I?"

Lucifer clicks his tongue, and you can see the devilish smirk as you move in tandem with the music. "Oh, you certainly will."

When you rest your head on his chest again, tightening your grip on his hand as you savour this moment, you can feel the demon unwind, the steady beating of his heart calming you even further as you close your eyes.

You feel the thumping of his heart and the feel of his fingers intertwine with yours. You see a demon who bears many burdens, and yet doesn't share them. You see your Morningstar shine in the darkness, you see Lucifer.

Lucifer, who now smiles warmly at your peaceful form, and presses a kiss to your head as he holds your hand tighter, as the both of you savour this moment, where all you know is each other and the music from the vinyl record.