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#one of my favourite pieces ive done lately can't lie
amiscreations · 2 years
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Happy Birthday to The Glam Punk King aka Michael Monroe!! I made this lil painting a while ago as I had a lil Hanoi Rocks moment (still ongoing honestly), and was gatekeeping it until today ofc😂🥰 
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bepp-ers · 2 years
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Hey uhh sorry to bother you again but can you do motherly MC again mmbut she dies?
Also love your work your an amazing writer!♥️
janskdndis ur gonna kill me!! oh and you're never a bother, i love seeing people in my asks no matter who they are. and thank you!! i appreciate it!! :)) the angst is incoming haha watch out. also sorry this took so long ive been trying to finish school and now im done!! yeahh!! aight enjoy babs thank you <3
motherly! mc, dearly departed from this world. warning: kinda fucking sad haha
sure, the demons, angels and solomon had all been alive for thousands of years.
they'd experienced sadness.
the fall, the death of lilith, day-to-day sadness, but nothing hit quite like this.
lucifer handles your death with the most honour.
he stands over your casket, stood tall, forlorn, fixing the rich wood with a crestfallen expression.
only when it's time to lower your casket into the ground does he finally break, crumble, sink to the ground and just sob.
there's nothing he can do but cry as his favourite human says goodbye one final time.
collecting himself, he'd lead the throwing of the flowers onto your casket and wouldn't dare take his eyes off of it until it was no longer visible.
it breaks him. he worked hard to achieve happiness again, after the fall, after lilith, and you gave that to him.
and now, you were gone.
the universe truly was cruel.
mammon would be beside himself. he might go a little mad. pretending that you're still with them, that you're still by his side.
but when he sees that casket, he knows it's all a lie.
for once he doesn't put a front up. he just sniffles and whimpers through the whole ceremony, the first to comfort lucifer when he crumbles.
life ain't worth living with MC, he tells himself, but for the sake of his brothers he carries on.
your possessions are the most valuable thing he owns. after your death, there's not a piece of grimm more valuable than something that had belonged to you.
he guards your memory more diligently than Cerberus guards the catacombs, and when the day comes that he joins you, he'll only hope you accept him with open arms.
levi never was good with the prospect of death.
lilith's death changed him, truly. and your death changed him again.
he didn't care for games much. he could scarcely recall anime titles. he even forgot to feed Henry 2.0 once.
he spends most of his days now at sea, with hell's navy. he devotes himself to militarism, trying to distract himself from remembering the way you used to make him get enough sleep, or encourage him to finish one more level.
at times, he can't forget.
he sits in his bathtub till the late hours of the morning, even though it's something you disliked. just crying, silent tears.
he tries to cope, but it's hard. death really does change people.
satan is consumed by his books.
he becomes scarily interested in necromancy and reanimation. he can't find anything, though, so he turns to reincarnation. looking through the record of every soul to enter heaven or hell, he wants to find you.
it's actually easier for him to accept your death than anyone else. he was probably the only one who remembered your mortality, and appreciated it.
just as he appreciated the way you cleared his desk for him, procuring cutesy bookmarks to save his page when he fell asleep with a tome.
during long, quiet nights, he sits down with a special book- an autobiography he had inked especially for you.
a few tears may be shed as he thinks back fondly, focusing on the good as opposed to dwelling on the bad.
he'll find your soul eventually, he knows he will. but for now, he's content to just remember you in peace.
it's what you would have wanted.
asmo becomes a hollow shell of what he once was. you were the life of his party, and now you were gone!
he's enraged mostly, how could you leave him?? after all you did together?! you'd just fucking leave him alone! was he too ugly? he could change! he'll change but please please please just come back, please!!
he doesn't care who sees. his cries are loud, ugly, salty tears and snot ruining his silken sheets as he wails.
breathing carefully, the way you taught him to, he finally calms down.
he'll do things the way you showed him- strip the bed, put the linen in the wash. wash your face, nothing too harsh and get a nice drink. paint your nails, wear a facemask, do something nice that you enjoy.
he can't be perfect when his other half is gone. sure, he's got solomon, but it's not the same. you were different. you were you.
beel ignores his sin. he's not hungry anymore. he doesn't want the food he's given, though his stomach growls, just the thought of eating food without you makes him want to throw up.
he feels as though he's failed- despite everyone reassuring him otherwise - he couldn't protect you.
what was he, if not a protector? nothing. he felt small.
he really lost himself, but eventually, under the guise of 'its what MC would have wanted you to do.' he gets his appetite back.
he finds solace in making your favourite foods, and leaving them at your grave. hopefully one day you can eat them together again. that'd be nice.
belphie, unlike beel, amplifies his sin. he turns to it, knowing that he can see you in his dreams.
it's rare for him to be anything other than comatose, only occasionally waking up to eat and wash. he knows you would have expected better from him, but he also hopes that you'd understand.
he needs this, just like he needs you. sometimes he wonders if he should join you, but he knows that that's not the correct answer.
so for now, he'll sleep, and cry happy tears as he sees you on the astral plane, and cry sad tears as he awakes and feels the empty bed beside him.
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