#b80

[watch-watch-watch]

[sappharii]

I say I have no motivation yet I keep doing random doodles/sketches everywhere. I might catch up to finishing some of the pieces. Also I will do another post of this because tumblr has a limit on how many pictures I post lol

[frogemafia]

Yamamoto Takeshi slash Belphegor sent tweet

[inukai]

im trying so hard to get out of my artblock :(

and the only thing i can think of is blorbo from my shows so heres a blorbo + his boyfriend

[notbenjyfenwick]

when: 29 may, 1980 where: low street who: @dawnwitheyy

“—and then Annamarie sent me a fake book that punched me in the face. So that’s why I have a black eye.”

[pandoragoshawk]

when: the early hours of february 28, 1980 where: winnie’s who: @xenosdirigibleplums

Pandora leaned against the diner’s wall, letting the cool sea air wash over her. She had to at least appear like she wasn’t outrageously drunk. Out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of a familiar face, and though she was in no state to carry on a proper conversation, she still summoned up the energy to say, “We have got to stop meeting like this.”

[ohmykhr]

" hey, do you want me to kill that guy for you? " With Yama/Bel please 💗

"Hey, do you want me to kill that guy for you?" + Yamamoto Takeshi/Belphegor

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a/n: thank you so much for requesting and sorry for the long wait! i hope you enjoy this :) this one-shot is set in the present timeline.

‘’The prince is melting,’’ Bel complains as they walk the busy streets of Namimori, sweaty hands latched together. The prince tugs his hand out of Yamamoto’s grasp and wipes it on his pants.

‘’Wanna go swimming?’’ Yamamoto suggests, shoving his hands into his pockets. He wasn’t one to complain about the weather but it was particularly hot that day. 

Bel thinks about the suggestion for a brief moment before shaking his head. ‘’The prince wants ice cream.’’

‘’Ice cream, huh?’’ Yamamoto mutters.

‘’There’s a place down the street. The girls told the prince about it a while ago,’’ Bel adds. He tugs on the fabric of his striped t-shirt in an attempt to cool himself, but the air is hot and unmoving. ‘’I want to go there.’’

‘’Well, sure, we can go,’’ Yamamoto says, ‘’it might be pretty crowded on a day like this, though. You okay with that?’’

Bel’s mouth twists in a way that Yamamoto recognizes as displeasure, but the teen claims to be willing to deal with other people for the price of ice cream. Yamamoto has his doubts but keeps quiet about them. 

It doesn’t take longer than five minutes for them to reach the light pink ice cream parlor. Even from outside, Yamamoto can tell the place is crowded and he sends a worried glance to Bel’s way who seems determined to get his ice cream from this specific place.

Yamamoto opens the door for them and hopes they will be able to visit the place again.

The temperature change makes Yamamoto shiver slightly, but he welcomes the chilly air with open arms. Even Bel seems to perk up after getting out of the scorching summer air and walking into the embrace of air conditioning. 

They are fifth on the line but instead of complaining about this, Bel’s eyes are focused on the menu above them, unable to choose what he will have. 

‘’What will you have?’’ Bel asks.

‘’Probably the vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce,’’ Yamamoto says, ‘’What about you?’’

Bel sighs and crosses his arms. ‘’The prince wants the strawberry ice cream with cream and strawberries but the double chocolate looks good too.’’

‘’Why not get both?’’

Bel ponders the suggestion for a while, rubbing his chin as if he was making a decision more important than which ice cream he wants. ‘’Maybe I will,’’ he finally says with a nod.

The line moves forward and as they were about to follow, a man in a suit skips the line and takes the second spot as if he had always been there. 

Bel’s face hardens momentarily before he looks at Yamamoto. He nudges his head towards the man with a sinister grin on his lips. ‘’Do you want me to kill that guy for you? The prince is more than willing to do so.’’

Yamamoto wraps his arm around Bel’s shoulders, not to show affection but to hold back the assassin if he decided to gut the man in the middle of the ice cream parlor. ‘’It’s okay, Bel. He only cut the line, not a big deal.’’

Bel scoffs in disagreement but drops the topic much to Yamamoto’s surprise. The spoiled prince wasn’t exactly known for his ability to not let his pettiness get the best of him. 

‘’You’re surprisingly cool about this,’’ Yamamoto can’t help but comment, rubbing circles against Bel’s shoulder with his thumb. 

The assassin merely shrugs.  ‘’A peasant like him is not worth ruining our date for.’’

A smile sneaks up on Yamamoto’s lips and he feels like kissing Bel right there, in front of the entire ice cream parlor. Sometimes his boyfriend could be thoughtful and charming, in his own way.

‘’Plus, the prince can always track him down later and kill him then,’’ Bel adds with a promising smile.

[askbel]

family portrait of bel, yamamoto, and their daughter, Ave (ah-vey)!