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the first thing i look at in a man is his heart, the fact that his flat tits are in front of his heart is not my fault 🐈‍⬛️🐈

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On top of him 🤭

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Maybe a weird combo, but would you be interested in doing OM Satan in palette #5?

owner of devildoms' smallest book !

thanks for the request! <3

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peace offering

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satans “ tell me about yourself “ B-LOG interview!!! 🐈 this one is from november 2023

original down below vv

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satans “ the boundary between adults and children “ interview from B-LOG issue may 2022!! original down below vv

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Stupid little comic

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Wanted to participate hehe

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TV Girl

(Noot x Satan version)

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obey me is for the lgbts exclusively

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"What did you have for lunch today? "Are you carrying an umbrella with you right now?" "Where were you at 5 o'clock PM yesterday?"

Satan's barrage of questioning was relentless. It felt like for every answer you gave, he had ten more questions ready and waiting. Something must have happened to bring out his detective side once again, but you had no idea what. Satan sure wasn't going to tell you. At least, not until he was certain you were in the clear. You determined that it was best to cooperate so as not to wind up on his list of suspects.

"I was helping Simeon tidy up some old papers he found that had fallen from somewhere." It was hard to get more detailed than that, it hadn't exactly been an exciting event. You quickly added, "and before you ask, we had tea afterwards and then he walked me home."

Satan nodded. "Describe your relationship with Simeon."

You sighed. Did you just paint Simeon as as suspect, too? "He's a really, really good friend. I don't think he'd do anything bad. He gives good advice and help when I need it, bakes me too much food, and will give me signed copies of TSL. He's very thoughtful. He's kind of like a mom friend."

Satan was stoic with a frown until the "mom friend" comment. Only then did his face soften by just a smidge. He leaned in close to stare at your eyes, not allowing you to look away. If you tried, he would softly raise a palm and turn your head back towards him with a slow caress of your face. Perhaps a new interrogation tactic?

"Then, describe your relationship with me."

It was much harder to do that in front of the person you were describing. "You know you're also my really, really good friend," you responded. "I feel like, given the chance, you would do anything for me."

It was true. Though, it was obvious. Satan practically said as much every day. He wanted to hear more. What else did you think of him?

He wasn't out to interrogate you like a villain. He truly wanted to know, did you eat well? Will you be okay if it rains, do you want to share an umbrella? Where were you yesterday if not by his side? There was so much about you that he didn't know, so much about you that he wanted to know. Do you think of him in the ways he thinks of you?

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"What did you have for lunch today? "Are you carrying an umbrella with you right now?" "Where were you at 5 o'clock PM yesterday?"

Satan's barrage of questioning was relentless. It felt like for every answer you gave, he had ten more questions ready and waiting. Something must have happened to bring out his detective side once again, but you had no idea what. Satan sure wasn't going to tell you. At least, not until he was certain you were in the clear. You determined that it was best to cooperate so as not to wind up on his list of suspects.

"I was helping Simeon tidy up some old papers he found that had fallen from somewhere." It was hard to get more detailed than that, it hadn't exactly been an exciting event. You quickly added, "and before you ask, we had tea afterwards and then he walked me home."

Satan nodded. "Describe your relationship with Simeon."

You sighed. Did you just paint Simeon as as suspect, too? "He's a really, really good friend. I don't think he'd do anything bad. He gives good advice and help when I need it, bakes me too much food, and will give me signed copies of TSL. He's very thoughtful. He's kind of like a mom friend."

Satan was stoic with a frown until the "mom friend" comment. Only then did his face soften by just a smidge. He leaned in close to stare at your eyes, not allowing you to look away. If you tried, he would softly raise a palm and turn your head back towards him with a slow caress of your face. Perhaps a new interrogation tactic?

"Then, describe your relationship with me."

It was much harder to do that in front of the person you were describing. "You know you're also my really, really good friend," you responded. "I feel like, given the chance, you would do anything for me."

It was true. Though, it was obvious. Satan practically said as much every day. He wanted to hear more. What else did you think of him?

He wasn't out to interrogate you like a villain. He truly wanted to know, did you eat well? Will you be okay if it rains, do you want to share an umbrella? Where were you yesterday if not by his side? There was so much about you that he didn't know, so much about you that he wanted to know. Do you think of him in the ways he thinks of you?

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Satan’s platonic and romantic love-language being lending out (non-cursed) books he thinks someone might like from his personal collection and recommending books he’s read from the library

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i forgot how to draw hngggn,,, anyways satan and my mc hugging time for some personal comfort 🫶🏻

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father and son brothersss :)