The way I've been spamming ctrl + z so many times on MS Paint 🤣
The two most religious(?) characters in Grand Chase who are in completely different pantheons since wasn't Rin the reincarnation of a fourth forgotten goddess and Lime only worships three 🧐
I never knew who these characters were shipped with- one day it was Rin/Rufus, then Lime/Rufus, then Rin/Zero, Lime/Zero? The one constant throughout the years turned out to be: Lass/Rufus 😅
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She was so annoying to draw for someone who wears more decorations than a chandelier. But she's my sister's favourite character so oh well.
Kinda disappointed that her storyline never took off; she was a rainbow baby who was saved by Oz who… took Edna's demon core and shoved it into Ley and she grew up fine lol
But he created Zero so what do I know maybe Elyos has different standards for heart transplants or whatever the hell he did to Ley. And then Duel recognises her and the angst could've been so good but nope Dio talked the core into going back to sleep and Ley is just fine now and Duel is still maidenless
Like it could've been a constant struggle between Edna who doesn't want Duel to be alone knowing how depressed he would be, contrasting Ley's imperious whims to oversee the destruction the new Asmodians now stand for instead of whatever crusade Duel & Edna did before she died but nope Edna just fucked off and Duel was okay with that? What a wimp
Also I love Ley because she has her minions do all the fighting and love that for her, a true member of upper management and a champion in delegating (She'd be a nightmare to work with)
Anyways below is how I imagine "Doctor" Oz performing the ritual to save Ley by punting Edna's core in lol
You can't tell me at least one of them (probably Gran, since he'd know Edna via Duel/Eclipse) was thinking This is such a stupid idea that definitely isn't gonna come back and bite you all in the ass
Well now I can't just stop here, MS Paint is still come of the completely free tools I have!
Took a while to get used to these characters because I was never good with 'bard' type characters (How do you dance your enemy to death) or 'book' characters (Ah yes, read your opponents to death????)
I got so bored I started drawing with my mouse on MS Paint.
God I loved this game so much as a child (can you tell who my favourite character is) and I thought I left it behind forever but turns out hyperfixations simply circle back like an old friend.
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Life goes on, and you follow. As mundane as it is, it’s still a life outside the domain of being acting family therapist. Peace and quiet are precious resources, even if they become dull. You can’t change your luck, after all.
You haven’t talked to him in a while, but you respond honestly. You’re not a barbarian. The brothers aren’t constant presences, are little more than voices you hear through a phone that connect to past memories.
“But when were you going to mention how much you missed me?”
Makes sense to make no sense in his next action. The Devildom isn’t a place where sane people go willingly. And Solomon, the human representative—oh who’re you kidding, he’s barely human, of course he can yeet you back to the realm of demons—
You hope this new journey includes kicking Solomon where it hurts. The shady asshole deserves that and more.
— Saw this template going around and thought I’d give it a shot
Colouring the arrows was the difficult part lmao
(Click below for further rambling)
Can’t do the separate one with the demon brothers because I ran out of time
Then I realized with crushing despair that I posted very little content to introduce my protagonist to the world. Can’t churn out god-tier art like everyone else and explaining each relationship feels like a crapload of exposition that few will be interested in reading—can y’all even see the colours lol
Anyways I can’t just hurl a call of Spaghetti without context. So here, context:
Hopefully this changes thoughts from “Why should I care about this human?” to “Why is this person a piece of shit?” and have Spaghetti Hands live rent-free in your minds for a few days :’)
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“I tried to catch her… I wanted to save her too, Belphie. I swear, I did!”
“Yeah. I know.”
Beelzebub can’t help but wonder, in his worst moments, that it should’ve been him. He should’ve died, riddled with arrows and cast from heaven, not his beloved little sister whose sin was love. His brothers would say that’s not true, but then again, they’d have to say that, won’t they?
The nights stretch long and the tears don’t stop. He will never forget her despair until his dying day, and he will never return to the Celestial Realm, back to a cruel Father who punishes His children who loved His creations.
Belphegor, his last younger sibling he has left, gives him comfort Beelzebub finds himself unworthy of, but unable to cast away. He won’t lose him, too.
Well, no. This is solely a protagonist drawing so it doesn’t really count. Mini-blurb below.
Solomon doesn’t think having an average human in the Devildom’s exchange program is a splendid idea. But since his opinion wasn’t consulted, he amuses himself by dissecting this novel decision. Who are you that Lord Diavolo selected out of the applications, bypassing even Solomon’s handpicked list of notable witches and sorcerers? What do you possess that will foster better relations between species that have long existed as enemies?
Or this could be some sick version of bear-baiting. If the prince of demons really abducted a defenseless human being to be hunted down for sport… worse has happened to humans, Solomon knows. But to do it so openly under the guise of diplomacy is a sin he cannot abide. So he will watch. He will wait.
Indeed, you’re an ordinary child, complete with borrowed uniform, loose tie, looking as lost as a lamb. He pities you for being able to do nothing against the demon students. They watch you with an almost expectant intensity. Like wolves chasing a deer, waiting for the animal to tire out before lunging in for the kill.
He has his classes too, so it’s not until the third day that things become interesting.
Solomon knows Mammon is in charge of protecting you. Solomon also knows that Mammon does not enjoy babysitting even for money. So when the great demon leaves you unguarded, it doesn’t take long for several of the bolder demons to close on in.
By the time Solomon arrives, the demons have already left, cackling to themselves. They wouldn’t steal your soul right in the open, but apparently harassment and childish bullying are acceptable. You’re squatting on the floor, reaching for your scattered belongings.
“Hey, you there.”
You ignore him, reaching for the nearest book. It’s already creased. The way your knuckles freeze means you heard him loud and clear, though.
“Yes, I’m talking to you, the human with that frightened, tormented look on your face that demons love so much.”
So you look up.
“What’s it to you, demon?” you snap. “Then why don’t you finish what those spineless cowards couldn’t?”
Interesting. You have spirit, but you’ll need more than that to survive here.
“This D.D.D. here belongs to you, right? I saw you drop it just now.” He holds it out. “And I’m an exchange student from the human world, just like you.”
You glance at his hand, scowl some more, then release it with a sigh. “I don’t believe you,” you say as you take back your device, “but sure. No point making more enemies than I can handle.”
He laughs at that as he piles back the rest of the books and miscellaneous items. “Rough day?”
“Bet.” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Can’t even carry a weapon to defend myself. Lucifer wouldn’t even let me take the kitchen knife.”
He laughs again, even when you smack his arm in annoyance. “I can think of a better weapon than that.”
“Yes, a shame the Devildom is low on machine guns. Might have to ask Lord Diavolo to start handing those around. That’ll go great.”
When he can finally talk with a straight face, he hands over your stuff. “I mean the brothers. You live with them, correct?”
“So?”
“You can get closer to them, enough to see what it takes to bind them to submission. A pact with an avatar is both a shield and weapon you can use, even without magic.” Consider this a reward for amusing him.
He waits for you to snipe at him again. So that’s how you look when you’re not lashing in anger or clouded with suspicion. You mull over this, and the spell of calm breaks with the next bell.
“I have to go,” he waves towards his next classroom. “Take care of yourself now. And think on what I’ve told you.”
You nod, a half-smile tugging one corner of your mouth. “Take care that you don’t end up having to pact with me.”
Because even a therapist freelancer appreciates a night without someone barging through the door demanding attention and mediation.
Luke sleeps closest to the door because while he’s slowly building trust in the exchange program, he also happens to be the most vigilant; preparing for something bad to happen. Imagine his surprise when it’s just you—and you look like you’ve been through a war.
Of course he lets you in, relieved that you don’t comment on his pyjamas … and worried that you don’t comment on anything at all. But he can wait until the morning to ask.
(I can’t draw creases on clothes/blankets/pillows for shit OTL)
Since it’s really inconvenient to not give the protagonist a name and talking through their perspective, will refer to them by their nickname from now on.
Asmodeus or Mammon, maybe both, took you out to Majolish with the inarguable reasoning that you should have more clothes than the uniform and the ones you were wearing when you came to the Devildom.
Ah! There is Lucifer. Dear, beloved Lucifer who has thus far avoided you with grimaces since your last private conversation. How could you forget?
A threat; he might as well call you an idiot too because you couldn’t remember the last time you threatened a demon, but you definitely remembered him threatening you.
And that made so much sense because he showed oodles of mercy to who, exactly? Not even his own brothers, that’s for sure. As always, someone had to come to your rescue because he wasn’t the Avatar of Mercy or Chill.
Now you’re scowling at Lucifer, who doesn’t have any of that on his mind as he’s talking to Lord Diavolo, fetching some tome from his private study. When he notices you, he’s careful to keep a neutral expression. You have made pacts with four of his brothers already and perhaps he knows better than to threaten your further. If nothing else, he must save face as his sin incarnate demands.
You, however, have no such need for niceties. His past threats, soured annoyance when Asmodeus agreed to a pact with you, coupled with the fact that your new scarf matches the colour of his tie—it all rankles. So you scowl, summing up all of your annoyance and fury brewing inside.
He can’t talk, but he notices. Maybe he’s surprised, but quickly brushes it aside as Lord Diavolo’s still on the line. But the message is sent.
You’ll still wear the scarf, though. It’s a gift, moreso from a brother who doesn’t put on such airs.
(I tried a new format to try and give it more context :’D Risk is risk what can I say)
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Does it count as spoilers if it takes place in the first season? Guess so, since there will always be new players… (Spoilers ahead)
How I wanted to face Belphegor after the little stunt he performed that is still a point of contention among the fandom to this day (or so I hear, because I draw and write in isolation for the most part aside from my beta-reader) because he laughed as he killed and was fully prepared to do it again when Lilith hurled us back. Really, the human who helped his brothers and soothed each of their emotional baggage meant nothing to him until he learned that they were the life his sister had given. Then he immediately embraced the protagonist like they were a long-lost gift from his sister and not someone who was either making the best of their situation or just someone who was a lot more decent than he deserved and I—
—am getting off topic. Anyways, this is how I imagine my protagonist giving him an earful because his reaction post-revelation and closure of that lesson was ridiculous.
Drawn for this: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24194083/chapters/59114941