#me drawing the panels: :DDD!!

[robotsafari]

leaked scene from my dream drop distance rewrite

[lana-llama-in-pajamas]

Milkman (Francis mosses) x fem! Reader

Thick as blood

Sweet as milk

Ah yes, you. The new doorman. The DDD hired you for your attention to detail and ability to examine more than just physical detail but the way people talked, their actions even the movement in their eyes.

Dopples are horrible at those details, some are just straight stupid and don’t try

But today was your first day in the building fresh from training, the building didn’t have a doorman before so you were ready for confrontation and confusion

Your uniforms was meant to look friendly, with a DDD button the the left breast. the DDD issued you with a pistol in case a Dopple did get in.

The block has been notified and given everything they needed to get in. Now it was your job to make sure they were safe

The day went slow no one coming in till lunch, you were not given one but you were allowed to eat whenever suited you

Soon tho a very happy woman came by…she had heterochromia at first you assumed dopple before looking at her papers

Right Nacha Mikaelys . Everything checked out as you studied her taking notes in your head, she smiled seemingly unaware of what was happening “how’s your day so far?” She asked looking through her purse, possibly for her keys “going well, I’m y/n your new doorman” you replied passing back her papers “have a good day ma’am” she nodded taking them back “pleased to meet you y/n see you tomorrow “ Nacha waved and walked out of sight

You got up from your chair to walk around your small office, you fix up your uniform as you hear someone come up to your glass panel. It was a milkman..? you raised your eyebrows at him. He didn’t look quite surprised to see you. He slid his papers into the slot and waited. You grabbed the papers and looked up and down at them. You then looked up at him and studied his features while trying to talk to him. “Hi I’m y/n the new doorman pleased to meet you, Mr. Moses.”

“Mm…pleased to meet you y/n”

Oh god. You blushed! What a schoolgirl

You slid the papers to him quickly looking down “all is in order, good day sir” you almost stuttered before looking back up at his dark tired eyes “good.” He walked off not noticing your sudden change in tone.

Oh god he sounded like a night time soap, deep and soft. you could listen to him read a chapter book and hang on every word, a phone book would sound sexy! And his eyes! Ugh you would kiss them if possible! You let your blush stay as you fell head over heels for a man that spoke 6 words to you (I counted) another person stood before you, before you could even greet them you stopped in your tracks

It wasn’t human. Its face was a drawing taped to it. No mouth but it spoke “allow me in please”

You softly pressed the urgency button as you slid out your gun. You could hear the dopple screech and writhe behind the glass and metal shutter while you called your superiors “I have one” you spoke sternly not wanting to show any fear “on the way” the triple D officer spoke. You stood back pistol in hand breathing slowly to calm down soon though the screeching stopped and the metal shutter lifted revealing a man in a yellow suit “dopple eliminated. Good work” he walked away with 2 others carrying a body bag.

You shivered placing the weapon back in its place you were glad most of those things were dumb but it made it no less horrifying

Your mind raced as you thought about the two things that just happened to you almost simultaneously first having a girl crush on a milkman and now almost getting killed by a stupid Dopple

Your immediate thought, as you sat down and tried to organize to calm your mind was, how does a milkman live in a building with such high earners ? How much does a milkman make ?you pondered looking over the files of residents

After introducing yourself to a couple of other residents, the day ends, and it’s time for your shift to end as well.

One Dopple the rest human honestly the best you could hope for on a first day, the other thing you could look forward to is that because you do work in this building, you can live in the building for way less rent than everybody else, you picked up your items from the desk and made sure everything was clean before you left and lock the door behind you no one was allowed to leave or enter the building after 10 PM unless of course it was an emergency, but they would be escorted by DDD officer at the front of the building 

You took the elevator to your apartment “F05” the old landlord room, it used to be boarded up but the DDD had it refurbished for you, still looked a little dingy but ultra cheap rent for a 2 room apartment was worth it

You opened the door but jumped a little hearing another door “oh” you heard the deep voice looking to your left, Francis in a white wife beater and a cardigan. He has a cigarette in his fingers unlit “oh sorry you startled me goodnight Mr.mosses” you tried to excuse yourself quickly but to your surprise he spoke up “I didn’t know you lived here, actually I didn’t know there was a 5th apartment” he finally lit his cigarette taking a long drag (it’s the 50s) you nodded hoping to clear his confusion “ it was boarded up in the early 40s, it’s called a lord suite. a place for the landlord to stay in case of quick repairs or whatever else may happen” he listened rather intently taking the cig out of his mouth, god did you want him to ask you to take a puff just to indicate something “oh…I remember those really fell out of fashion huh?” He asked passing the half done cancer stick. You screamed in your head agreeing with him and taking in the smoke “well enjoy, I need to sleep” he walked back to his apartment almost slamming the door, was he mad? He didn’t indicate anger or distrust, you finished the cigarette and smudged it out on your stove placing the butt on the counter almost contemplating about saving it… you were weirding yourself out a bit but came back to.

You did as all necessary and got ready for bed

You dreamt of Francis sitting on the roof with you holding you close both of you in your uniforms as you kissed him deep and hungry begging for more in your movements you felt him move down to bite softly at your ne- TRRRIING TRRING

your alarm clock yelled at you a few more times before you could slam your hand down on it groaning and streaching “god I am down bad”

End pt 1

I know but the game is set in like 1955 America but it gives me such Soviet vibes 

[sturmdunkel]

hello hello here are my pieces for the @malevolentbigbang

i am so happy i got to work with these amazing people! both the writer, quakergoth on ao3, and the artist i've worked alongside for this project, resetoaster on tumblr and insta, were a delight to work with!! :DDD

here's the link to the great and wonderful fic, you shall walk with me tomorrow

i've really had a wonderful time participating in this event and i hope to participate again in the future!! :DDD

here are the image id's for the art pieces:

[ID: The outline of a person's side profile filled in with light green on a dark blue background. Inside the shape, a man in a suit smokes a cigarette, dark smoke obscures his eyes. / End ID]

[ID: the first picture depicts a black and white comic. The first 4 panels is of a fist banging at a wooden door. The 5th panel is of a hand grabbing that fist with a speech bubble that says “Stop that”. The last panel of the page is of Arthur, a white man with slicked back dark hair and a suit leaning over John, a white man with disheveled dark hair also wearing a suit. A speech bubble says “ You’re drawing unnecessary attention to us.” / End ID]

[ID: a colored drawing depicting Arthur’s body, a white man with brown hair and a wet brown suit, laying unconscious in a boat. He has a bloody wound on his abdomen and his hands cover it. On the water the orange reflections of a fire are visible./ End ID]

[ID: the figure of a white man, dressed in a suit running through a weird landscape. There are two suns in the sky and yellow tattered fabric strewn across the sand, blowing in he wind and obscuring the man’s vision. On the drawing you can read the verses: “ I am sister to the rain/ Fey and sudden and unholy / Petulant at the windowpane / Quickly lost, remembered slowly / I have lived with shades a shade / I am hung with graveyard flowers / Let me be tonight arrayed / In the silver of the showers”. /End ID]

[ID: John, a white man with brown hair, yellow eyes and wearing a brown suit is holding up a lantern. Light is casting hard shadows on half his face and body. Around him are the faded out figures of himself holding up the lantern. The background Is of a starry sky and a jagged mountain range. / End ID]

[drawlody]

It's time I contribute to the Adam nation with my interpetation of Sinner!Adam >:DDD

Going over some design choices here yes yes:

1 horn cause i saw some fics on ao3 where he would, in mad denial, ripped off it on his own n its just so cool??? like the self-rejection there? lovely 💗💗💗

Skirt also ao3 again ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ wanted to use a leather jacket but that aint working well with robes so here an alt:D I thought it would be hella funny to have the skirt be imagery of the exorcists causing mayhem, like fallen or not, the hatred for sinners n the pride of a general is still very much there (The excorcists r 1 big fucked up family n no nothing u said will convince me otherwise:))

Revoke wings privilege cause yes , i saw the hc of Adam hugging himself with his wings while in distress going around n yeah thats totally him alright. SooOooOooo what better ways to ensure misery than to take away his 2nd fav bodypart :))) I swear i love him

Angelic steel tail, so i have a certain scene i wanted to draw n for that to happen he need smth enough to fight ok?

Lamb characteristics, everyone know the whole ''sacrificial lamb'' deal we got going on with Adam so yeah it's that (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ He got hooves but he will kill himself before letting others see them:D

I got the "underwear with his own name" thingy from *cough*rule34*cough* ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°) dont question it

Charlie is like the least enjoyable to draw , idk why tho

Doing all this really get rid of my perfectionism cause the need to get these out fast is stronger:D (like this panel is 30m of work)

I am also digging this b&w colouring on a grey bg thingy

He's not "Daddy", he's "Grand-daddy x1000" ( ͡°( ͡° ͜ʖ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ʖ ͡°) ͡°)

Never has my ref board got this messy omg i mean half of them r for the Overlord! design (coming soon give me a few days:))so yeah its a 2 in 1

I spent like 30m or smth coming up with the actual designs n several hours just to choose the palette (i really hate this stage(╬▔皿▔)╯)

Wait the Overlord! may take longer since im kinda make this into an AU maybe? So i'll need to come up with a Fallen!Excorcist design, peferably with bird traits . Ya can check this post for the initial ideas ✍(◔◡◔)ada

[thelunarfairy]

Hii again1!!1 xd Goodnight, since I'm typing this at night.. And we have the same timezones so- Uhh Good morning? You'll probably read it tomorrow... It's midnight rn so-- alrr i'll get to the point now...

I said this before in one of my posts, but I wanted to hear ur thoughts about it so- (if u want to talk about it ofc xd)

About the hand that appears misteriously in chapter 101... I've been thinking about chapter 106 and while reading your last post about it...

"A voice beckons from the darkness" (What chapter is this, by the way? I completely forgot about it- I just stole that image from your last post lol)

"But whatever you do, you mustn't respond."

Those 2 phrases parallels those 2 panels so much- I don't know if it's just a coincidence or really something to take in, but it's just something that I noticed while reading your post xd

The hand that appears to Kou reminds me of the Twins' hand to be completely honest (fingers that seems a lil' bit more larger than the others), while the hand that appears to Nene reminds me of hers (delicate fingers) xD But then again, just like u said; it might just be Aida's style of drawing the girls' and boys' hands.

Ohwell-

Have a good night, afternoon, or day! <3

Hello again :DDD how are you? hahaha you got it right I only read it this morning

"A voice beckons from the darkness, but whatever you do, you mustn't respond."

Wow you made an amazing association here, I really liked this because it makes total sense! The hand appeared out of complete nothingness and disappeared in the same way. Yashiro answered her and this voice came bringing a bad omen (even the title of chapter 101 is called an omen, this is the chapter in which the hand appears), an accident that happened and which apparently could happen again.

If this was the consequence of her responding (the accident) then it could happen again. I've been thinking about what kind of accident it would be. In the other post I talked about the big clock that broke, but I stopped to think about something today.

I thought about the possibility of this accident being directly related to the twins' deaths, but it didn't seem to make much sense.

Apparently, the twins were 12 years old at the time of the flashback festival, as they are in the first year of middle school (in Japan the first year class is made up of 12 year old students) but Yugi doesn't live long enough to the next festival as they die at the age of 13, shortly after July 22nd before the summer holidays. Amane does not kill Tsukasa anywhere near the school festival. So this could rule out the hypothesis

But what if this accident was responsible for making Amane decide to kill Tsukasa? The festival is directly linked to the twins and Tsukasa told Nene that he would show her more about Amane when he reappeared to her. So he will show it to her during the festival because it is related to Amane's past.

Have you ever thought how crazy it would be if Tsukasa was ordering Amane to fix the clock just to show Nene about Hanako's past? XD (just a joke)

Now I have this in my head, is the accident related to the motivation or the death of the twins? (there are thousands of other hypotheses, omg) hahahaha

Yes the mysterious hand resembles Amane's when she pokes Yashiro, but it later resembles a girl's in the second panel, so it remains mysterious.

Note. The chapter where Hanako's hand appears before Amane tries to make Kou faint is 50

I hope you liked it, thanks for the ask! ;)

[rainia]

So this oc astra 👀 owo... tell me more...

OH BOYYYY hehehehehe

Astra Panel is my current dnd PC!! :DDDD She’s an Aasimar so she’s got that angel swag, and slap paladin commander on top of that. Justice, vanquishing Evil and bro fist pumps. Yes, she will rather stare at a wall and binge eat stale crackers, than process her emotions. Yes, she will fixate on a spinning weapon and get a -1 on her history check. She is my absolute favourite himbo, DEFINITELY doesn’t have a sad backstory and parental issues I mean what dnd character would eeeever have those. umm. yeah

I’ve put a lot of thought into her and her backstory tbh, but I won’t post all of that since the other players in the campaign are my mutuals lmao. Gotta keep a few surprises. :] but yeaaah!! she’s an absolute blast to play and hopefully I’ll post some drawings of her at some point :DDD

[alena-reblobs]

Trigun Bookclub Trimax Vol7

Vol01: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3  | Vol02: Part 1 | Part 2

Trimax: Vol01 Part 1 Vol01 Part 2 | Vol02 Part 1 Vol02 Part 2 |

Vol 03 Part 1 | Vol03 Part2 | Vol04 Part1 | Vol04 Part2 | Vol05 |

Vol06 | Vol07

Thoughts on Vol07! Kinda spoilery for vol8 in my analysis, but you all probably already read this anyway :)

Definitely the "mom looks right through this shit" look

Little Knives just wanting to be accepted, being so afraid of rejection that he cries out of relief! Sweet little guy, what happened to you :(

(little note to the stampede version: I love Stampede very very much, though the one detail where I would have liked them to stay closer to the manga is making you Knives the more vulnerable one. In Stampede I think they are putting more emphasis on his love for his brother, and his feeling of duty to protect him as the "older" and "only one with powers". That his whole acting later is a result of his fear, of him being scared and answering with violence as the only solution he can think of. I like that in the manga a lot, because it's giving his character so much complexity! But, I'm very eager to see what they will do with Knives in s2 of Stampede!)

2 creechures

Vash is noticing how dusty this part of the ship is. Also, at first I thought these were their footsteps, but because of the way the feet ar moving and how the steps point in different positions, I guess it's Rem's footprints in the dust he's seeing!

Oh look! The eyes of all the people they had been looking forward to meeting earlier, now piercing them with their cold and cruel stares!

Vash, too weak to protest but not wanting to be saved. And probably touched by a human in this moment, even if it's Rem : (

Looking so much like a cornered animal here...

I'm gonna repeat it like others have already said...doesn't this sound all too familiar to what Vash once said to Wolfwood? Also insane mom instinct by Rem to just grab the knife without blinking to stop Vash from stabbing himself.

Chills on this page!

Rich coming from the one who's the most afraid of all. Also love this change in the atmosphere suddenly...and Vash is noticing some behaviour change, and that it's not good, but he also doesn't know what it means (how could he though) and what to do...he's just a kid!

These two pages directly following each other (right first, then left) are just...so poetic. Beautifully cruel.

THANK YOU WOLFWOOD for trying to lift his spirits!

Then we get the two nice seeming criminals that they save from the rope. This little fun get-together before all comes down, is really something Vash needed...just some people who don't care what he did.

And then we get this page, also one I really like.

Tell us your secrets, lonesome cowboy.

That scene before making every first-time reader go staring in shock at the pages before turning to this one. And Wolfwood...not wanting to burden Vash with his worries or whatever that was!! DDD: Course Vash noticed, his looks says enough and the blank space of the panel where his back is turned to us indicates so as well. Those two. I will properly start with my Vashwood yearning with my vol08 recap (this just as a possible warning) but oooough.

Elendira having no fun in gutting people??? Can't have that, can we.

This is such a pretty drawing, also giving me feels of religious paintings or sculptures.

I want a spinoff with just the Gung Ho Guns crew, much like the Organization XIII in the Kingdom Hearts manga looks like an assembly of poorly organized idiots.

Awesome pages and speech. Vash must be one of the dearest characters ever created in existence.

Oh, his Knives senses are tingling!

And with the end of Vol7 we are being thrown into an age of chaos and despair! Yay!

[not-isiangg]

she, of the golden eyes

witches are not so delicate (circe, madeline miller)

Fanart for Toroto's Enchantment on AO3

i hope the quality isn't too shabby

Hi! It's been a while since I drew something, so please forgive the errors.

This is me paying homage to a fic in ao3, Toroto's Enchantment!! Please give it a read, I really like the world-building and the way they write!!

I drew this with the intention of putting the title of pov: youre techno and youre watching the Golden Enchantress work but i scrapped it when chapter 16 rolled around where Techno called Reader Hecate (greek goddess of magic and witchcraft) and so i pulled up that one quote from Circe by Madeline Miller :)) it hauntingly fits her situation too :DDD

i like how yellow/gold contrasts against purple so i used the said palette for this artwork!!

i have half the mind to draw a panel of her riding a horse but im bad at drawing animals :((

FOUND FAMILY TROPES YESSSSSSSSSSSS i LOVED her interactions with Puffy and Foolish before the capture?? arrest?? idk what to call it at this point

im adore this fic because, like Reader, i LOVE sewing but cant knit for my life.

i did not know how to design her dress but here it is!! it could be more elaborate if i wanted it to, but my wrist started hurting :((

toroto if you see this i hope youre having a good day and always take care of yourself!!

-isia <33

[tea4silver]

I posted 184 times in 2022

That's 184 more posts than 2021!

131 posts created (71%)

53 posts reblogged (29%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@aliens-took-my-iwa-chan

@duckvenger

@suspiciouslyglowingmoss

@alexejs-chaos-corner

@well-maybe-i-feel-stabby

I tagged 143 of my posts in 2022

Only 22% of my posts had no tags

#jekyll and hyde - 97 posts

#the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde - 88 posts

#dr henry jekyll - 64 posts

#mr edward hyde - 64 posts

#au - 54 posts

#an unfortunate case - 45 posts

#the glass scientists - 38 posts

#tgs jekyll - 19 posts

#tgs hyde - 14 posts

#robert lanyon - 12 posts

Longest Tag: 86 characters

#like how would they make a multiple season long plot from 100 or something page novel?

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

all I'm here for, is to say: I am absolutely gay for these two. thank you, that's it. that's my big conclusion from today.

this applies to almost every J&H variant btw. I really wanna see more of them too...

(illustration is old, never posted it cause I messed it up, don't mind that lol )

119 notes - Posted October 24, 2022

#4

the absolute wonder that is the second chapter cover of TGS--

I swear, just looking at it brings me joy :')))

tried to replicate the artstyle again, enjoy lol

120 notes - Posted October 21, 2022

#3

since it's TGS Monday, here's some 'Confrontation'!

inspired by the musical adaptation I watched live around a month ago ^^

143 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

#2

okay, y'all know what?? let's do option 2!!!

reblog this with your own interpretation of Jekyll and Hyde and I'll try to make it into a bigger collab :DDD

also don't mind if I get a bit creative while stylizing but I'll try my best to stay as close to original as possible ^^

(be advised, this might take a couple weeks for me, but I'd absolutely love to see everyone's versions :)))

oh fuck I might have to draw... a background.

edit 2: and we have reached 40!!

submissions are now closed!!

thank you to everyone who contributed!!!! love y'all and your amazing works <3

and now off to work!!!

also yet again, I shall ask for your patience,,,, I'm really sorry but I'm already drowning in too much to do, so even while prioritizing this, it'll take a few weeks... I'll try and keep y'all updated ^^

175 notes - Posted November 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

IT. IS DONE.

I actually fucking did it. I finished a project. wtf.

anywayssss, I still do not know how to animate properly so I hope u enjoy it :3333

(this actually took 9 hours, in total worktime, holy shi-)

here're the original panels from TGS!!!

and now-- I'll just,,, sleep I guess???

447 notes - Posted November 15, 2022

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[warriorfujoshi]

ok so here's the essay:

ok so you know that hong lu has serious family issues, because not only of how he talks about how family "betrays" each other at every turn and also how his family had to go through intense physical training along with how shelter he was throughout his entire life, which is supported by his literary canon of his family having ties on him, which is referenced throughout his other identities of being tied to duty from his family

and so, LCB hong lu specifically, who is still tied to his family, has experienced the world less than others and probably doesn't have that many connections, while feeling sad and restricted as an asset of his family (see the land of illusions portrait), probably deals with loneliness as well, as well as feeling tied up to an extent which is why he's so happy in his job right now

the thing is though, he is wilfully ignoring his issues, and his holds intellect on the area (as seen in canto 4 where he is able to identify that yi sang is crying out for help) and therefore, to an extent knows how he feels but chooses not to say it, but to what extent is unknown

now for the comic

specifically, let's start with the premise and the way it is set up, the issue being he is approached by dante and asked a very interesting question, and one that could reveal a lot but doesn't

and how he responds in kind, at least aloud to dante (i assume the last page isn't being said) is also very vague but very concerning, which is absolutely in line with how he speaks about such issues

now we move to page 2, the entire page's background is in black, which makes you focus on him, and specifically we see the close ups on how he reacts with things, laughing and sort of thinking about it, almost waving it off despite knowing and dropping a larger bomb than we expect which is very in line for his character. both to brush it off and to laugh at it

the close up to his face, gives away nothing, it is just a smile at the end of the day, and he responds to most things by smiling as he always does, rarely having any other expressions

though paired with the line "maybe i was feeling a little lonely?" hits differently. the line implies much, as most of his lines do, but never really reveals the heart of the matter which is told in the next page, we are meant to linger on it and figure out what it means much like dante (granted we get a reveal later on but not at the moment)

but specifically, by saying so that it is what it is reveals that in such a way, he is in fact feeling the effects of things and how his life has been and how he's been feeling all this while to the point of coping in such a manner and not telling (and still not telling) anyone

WAHHH YES EXACTLY!!! YOU GET IT… i dont draw comics very often, so im not very well-versed in using composition and panelling to convey my intended meaning… so im really happy you could tell what i wanted to say! 🥹

i put a lot of thought into the 2nd page!! it makes me happy that you analysed it so deeply :DDD

my horrific editing of my own art aside this is some of what i was trying to convey when i drew it!!!

thank you so so much for being so interested in my art 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕❣️❣️❣️❣️

[itsalrightmeow]

Danny, your obsession is showing...

[winged-eggers]

International Relations

[arlenianchronicles]

“Adar, Adar!”

“Elrond! Jump!”

“But the fire is too close!”

“You must jump, or the timber will kill you. I am here; I will catch you!”

“I -- I can't do it!”

“You can, and you must! Jump, Elrond -- now!”

***

Thanks to the initial inspiration of @ibrithir-was-here‘s artist-styles work, and a boost from seeing @tylwythwaffles‘s take, I decided to try my hand at this challenge! Except it turned from “copy an artist’s style” to “draw another’s character design in your style” ... I did try to use their styles though, I swear! ^^;;;

Massive props to those of y’all who have done this challenge XDD I didn’t know it could be this hard to break out of your own style loll I hope I was able to do these ones justice, at least!

First Panel -- @capriciousfanartist’s design

Me: Ahh yeess I love drawing Elrond in white robes! definitely not because my design is very similar to yours loll Great minds think alike! :DDD

Ah, but really, I find your designs to be very elegant and soothing! They just ... flow, I don’t know how else to say it ^^;; But Elrond! In those flowing white robes!! loll don’t mind me, I just really enjoy drawing long robes and fabrics hahaa

Second Panel -- @silmaspens’ design

Me: Yaaayy time for one of my fave Tolkien artists!! Time to look for Maedros’ design! ... *scrolls through your blog* ... *scrolls some more* ... Hmmm I see Maedros has been given an extensive wardrobe! Which design should I use? The one with the ivory cloak or the black robes or the blue robes or the metal hand or the silver embroidery or

Jokes aside, I absolutely love your art and especially your designs!! The anatomy! The embroidery! The colours!! Please bestow upon me some of your clothing-design powerrrr T_T <333

Third Panel -- @navyinks’ design

Me: *stares at the lovely kidnap fam comic you drew* Ah perfect, I have both Maedros and Elrond’s designs in one panel! ... But what’s Maedros’ eye-colour? ... *remembers that you drew up a character design sheet for everyone* ... Oh right, lemme go check that!

Yeah, so I just find it so cool that you drew up design sheets XDD And super helpful too! and your designs are some of the most interesting and unique I’ve seen so far!! They’re so colourful and full of patterned fabric, and those crowns! I love them!! :DDD

***

Now, on to the topic of what’s going on in these panels, I imagine that it’s set during Morgoth’s attack on Amon Ereb (because I definitely remember reading somewhere that the fortress was attacked and the Fëanorians fled south or went to the Isle of Balar)! For the purposes of this scene, Elrond was separated from the main group and trapped within the fortress, keeping to the open corridors and balustrades for air. Maedros went to look for him and, as you can see, found him! Or perhaps they found each other XDD

[shtern-and-art]

Excuse me friend, have you heard the word of bigboobyhalo? Have you done your part in this important battle to grace the world with a halo of bigbooby? XD /j

I just see a lot of art of badboobyhalo and think it's really cool n keep realising most artists I follow, that draw Bad, have drawn booby bad at some point lmao. It's starting to seem like some sorta badboyhalo artist initiation and that's hilarious to me.

Ohhhh, I’ve been here drawing for this fandom for more than a year, I am well versed in the bigboobyhalo lore :DD I saw it crawl up in search results, and in the tags and I filled my dash with it, and yes. We appreciate BBBH here on this blog :’)

But ur right, I didn’t draw him myself yet, and this mistake should be fixed immediately! You actually came at the perfect time 2nd of august is apparently the National Boobs day? :’DDD

So it’ll be my late tribute to that, and late admittance to the bbbh!club.

I’ll post a little 2 panel-comic for it in a bit, but as a thanks for the ask and for a reminder: here, have an uncolored sketch of bbbh from it <3

[ikeromantic]

7+ Sinful Snuggles

Obey Me minis with the 7 brothers plus - approx. 4k words of fluffiness and spice.

I’m Not Asleep

It was supposed to be a cram session, but barely an hour in, Belphie is nestled against your shoulder with his eyes closed. 

“I’m still listening,” he sighs when you poke him. “Just keep reading to me.” He snuggles closer as you continue reviewing the chapter on 11th century Demon Accords - which honestly, is boring enough that your own eyes keep sliding shut. Belphie’s head slips from your shoulder to your chest. He sighs happily. 

Determined to press on, you keep reading. Or you try to. His hands slip under your shirt to draw slow, lazy lines across your skin, working their way down to your hip. 

“B-Belphegor?” 

He doesn’t respond, but his face is set in a blissful smile. You could try to wake him, but why fight it? His touch feels good, so good you lean back into the pillows with your own sigh of happiness.

Snacking in Bed

Beel shows up to your room with popcorn and snacks to watch reruns of Iron Chef with you. You both reach for the choco-crickets at the same time, bumping hands. 

“You can have the last one,” he says, blushing. 

“Ok.” You grin playfully and pick it up, noting the ways his eyes track the candy. It’s too cute and you’d honestly feel bad eating it, so you hold it out, touching his lips. 

Surprised, his mouth opens, taking your fingers and the chocolate. He licks the candy from between your fingers as you pull back. 

You can’t help but shiver a little at the sensation. It was . . . nice. 

“That last one was especially good,” he smiles. 

“Was it?” 

He nods, scooping up your hand. 

“W-what are you doing? I’m not holding anymore candy,” you tell him. 

He presses your fingers to his lips, kissing them from tip to palm. 

“Beel?” 

“Mmmm, you’re sweet,” he tells you, words muffled as his mouth works its way to your wrist and up your inner arm. You think your shirt will give him pause, but he nibbles right past it, up your shoulder, to your neck. His mouth is hot, and the way he suckles and nips your skin makes you feel faint -and pretty warm yourself. 

“I think I understand why demons eat human,” he whispers into your neck. “But don’t worry, I just want to taste.” 

You’d like to reply, but your brain is short circuited by his lips, tongue, and teeth working their way down your chest. In the background, Chairman Kaga takes a bite of his pepper. He looks almost as smugly satisfied as Beel does with your nipple in his mouth.

Too Slick

Asmodeus invites you to his room for a hot oil treatment. He swears it will add softness and shine to your hair. You agree - afterall, his spa treatments are always fun, even if they don’t seem to do much. 

When you get there, he hands you a robe. “You don’t want to get oil on your clothes, right?” He, of course, is already wearing one, seductively half tied to reveal his smooth chest and just a bit of his thigh. 

You slip into the bathroom to change. Asmodeus follows a few minutes later, just enough time for you to get the robe on. As the oil warms, he chats with you about new fashions and compliments your eyes, your skin, and the way you blush when he’s ‘just telling you the truth.’ 

When the oil is warmed, Asmo uses a ladle to trickle it over your hair and scalp. You feel it running down your skin, warm and slick. It’s a nice feeling, relaxing and *maybe* a little arousing. Then Asmodeus starts to massage the oil in. His smooth hands feel so good on your scalp, your neck, your shoulders . . . 

In your haze of happiness, you realize he’s pushed the robe down quite a bit. But you don’t mind it really. He’s still chattering away and the massage is nice. But when his hands slip past your lower back, you sit up straight. “Ok! I think you got my hair and then some!” 

Asmodeus laughs softly. “Still shy? Alright. It’s my turn then.” He takes the ladle and pours some oil over his head. “Ooooh that feels nice!” 

“Yeah, it really does,” you reply. Then you try to stand so he can have the chair while you rub the oil into his hair. Only . . . the floor is slick with drops of oil and you almost fall. 

Asmodeus catches you, but he slides too. You both end up slipping and sliding across the floor, clinging to each other, until Asmo manages to grab the edge of the door. 

You realize then that your robe’s come undone, and Asmodeus’ is hanging open too. Not that either of you can see anything, pressed up close as you are. It’s not about seeing . . . it’s feeling that skin-to-skin contact. 

Asmo realizes it the same moment you do and smiles. He wriggles slightly, rubbing his oiled self against you. “Mmmm, now that is perfect. And good for your skin.” You have to agree, which you do, in a vocal little half moan. 

Bedtime Story

Satan invites you to a hotel grand opening in the southeast demon forest - one of his contacts is hosting a huge party there, with rooms for the guests to try out. It sounds like fun, and you’ve never gotten to see the dark forest, so why not? The trip does not disappoint. 

The forest is exactly what you’d expect to see in a demon’s woods, with flesh eating trees and deadly poisons. Even the squirrels look dangerous. The party is great too. Good music, dancing, and conversation. 

You are pretty sure some of the demons in attendance would see you as an appetizer if Satan wasn’t at your side, hand on your back. He is the perfect companion, making sure you have something good to drink and that you’re enjoying yourself. As it happens, you enjoy yourself a little too much. 

“I didn’t think about how strongly the Spiritus Punch would affect a human. I shouldn’t have let you drink that third glass,” he sighs. 

You giggle. His slight frown is so funny. And attractive. You grab his shoulders and give him a quick, surprise kiss. You meant to get his cheek - but your lips find his. 

Satan freezes for a moment, but your lips don’t mind the happy accident. And he can’t help but react to your warm, hungry kiss. He finally breaks it, his breath almost as heavy as yours. 

“You’ve had too much to drink. Let’s get you to our room and in bed.” 

You smile in a way you hope is seductive. “I’d like to get you in bed.” 

His eyes narrow and you can’t tell if that reaction is good or bad. He puts his arm around you and helps you to the elevator. You lean on him, holding tight as the movement up makes you feel dizzy. Of course your shared room is on the top floor. Penthouse suite with a view. He opens the door. 

Your eyes go to the windows, where outside the forest sparkles with a thousand tiny lights. 

“Oh my . . .” Satan sighs. Your gaze follows his to the center of the room. Where . . . there . . . was only one bed! 

UnConvention

Levi scores two tickets to the TSL Convention, which is, of course, the most popular fan convention in all of Devildom. And he could have invited anybody (or sold the tickets, as Mammon won’t stop going on about), but he invited you. And he even put together a Henry cosplay outfit, just for you. 

Levi is going as The Lord of Shadows, and it is going to be so much fun. The convention takes up two whole city blocks, full of panels from the film actors, several music shows inspired by or featured in TSL, and then aisles and aisles of merch. But before you get started, Levi wants to get some pictures. 

You could take them with your DDD, but there’s a photobooth and the face Leviathan makes when he sees it . . . you can’t say no. 

“I’ve never taken pictures with a f-friend in a photobooth,” he tells you. His cheeks are bright red and his eyes shine. 

The booth bench is really narrow, and the two of you struggle to fit. “I - I think we’ll fit if I sit on your lap,” you tell him. 

The scarlet spreads to his ears and down to his neck. “M-my lap? You want to sit on my lap?!” 

You can’t help the wicked, playful smile his reaction elicits. And you don’t wait for him to say more. With a little wicked wiggle you put yourself right in his lap, turning to wrap an arm around his shoulder. 

“H-hey! That’s not - why are you still moving?” His eyes are so wide. 

You lean close, lips brushing his ear. “You don’t like it? I thought you loved Henry . . .” Not that you’re really asking. You can *cough* feel how much he loves ‘Henry’ from your perch on his lap. 

“Oh!” His eyebrows go up as one of your hands slides down his side. He is too much fun to tease. “This is just like the scene in I Was A High School Succubus Teacher Season Seven! I know what to do!” 

You are about to ask what he’s talking about when he grabs you and pulls you even closer. His lips find yours, and his hands are all over you. Under your costume, grabbing your hair, unbuttoning your Henry outfit . . . 

When the two of you slide out of the booth, breathless, red-cheeked, and disheveled, you are greeted by a cheering crowd of fans with ‘shipper signs and offers to buy your NSFW photos. 

Greedy Bastard

You didn’t have plans this weekend, which is how most of your misadventures with Mammon start. This time, he lost a bet in a private card game. The price was his service for a weekend, but they’ll cut it down to one night if he brings a friend. Which is where you come in. 

You almost tell him no when you see the outfits for this night of hosting. Tiny little hotpants and a top made of black ribbons . . . but then you see the way Mammon looks at you wearing it and, well, it’s worth it just for that. Of course, he’s not the only one that appreciates you in those clothes. 

The demons playing cards keep looking your way hungrily and more than one tries to smack your ass or give you a pinch in passing. You’re too quick for them, but the more often it happens, the more annoyed Mammon gets. 

“They have no business touching what’s not theirs,” he fumes at the bar.

 “They haven’t touched me yet,” you laugh. “Besides, work is up in another hour. I can last that long.” You snag the latest round of drinks, ready to take them out, but Mammon gets between you and the door.

 “Let’s sneak off early,” he suggests. He takes the tray out of your hands and sets it down.

“They’ll notice when they run out of booze,” you point out. 

“Don’t care.” Mammon steps closer to you. You can see the effect you have on him in those ridiculously tiny shorts. “I’m the only one that should get to see you dressed like this.” He brushes a hand down your side, tugging lightly at the ribbons. “The only one that gets to touch you.”

And then his lips are on yours, his body pressing you back against the wall. His skin is hot against the cool satin ribbons that criss-cross your chest. His hands caress you like treasure and his kiss is possessive. There might be an hour left on shift, but this greedy bastard is going to keep you all to himself anyway.

Overtime

Helping Lucifer sort student records is not what one might consider fun. But someone has to do it and you offered to help so here you are. Sitting on the floor, surrounded by piles of folders and loose sheets of paper. 

Lucifer is at his desk, making notations on records, and in the background, the TSL soundtrack plays. 

It’s just past midnight and your vision is getting blurry. Every time you blink, it gets harder to open your eyes again. But you’re not anywhere close to done and Lucifer is relying on you to have these sorted. This discipline record for Caacrinolaas should be in the C section under . . . under . . . 

“Falling asleep on the job?” Lucifer’s voice snaps you awake. He sounds amused more than annoyed. That’s probably good. 

“Ah, just, taking a moment.” You waive the paper in your hand. “I couldn’t find the C folder.” 

He smiles. “This one right in front of you?” 

You blush and pick it up, flipping to the discipline section. C-double-A . . . 

Lucifer takes both out of your hands and sets them down. “I think we need to call it a night.” 

“But I’m not done,” you protest. 

“Are you contradicting me?” One dark eyebrow lifts. 

“N-no.” 

“It sounded like it.” He bends down and scoops you up. “I will have to think of a suitable punishment for your insolence.” 

You try to wriggle out of his grasp, not because it’s unpleasant but because he makes you feel so helpless, holding you like that. 

Moving around only makes him grip you tighter, pulling you against his chest. “The more you struggle, the stricter I’ll be forced to be,” he warns. 

You go still. He carries you out of the office and down the hall. If you weren’t half afraid of what happens next, this might be pleasant. Lucifer smells good, and his chest is a perfect pillow. Despite your anxiety, you begin to close your eyes, lulled by the gentle motion. You aren’t sure when exactly that you fall asleep, but you can pinpoint the moment you wake.

 Lucifer’s fingers stroke gently through your hair. His breath is warm against your cheek. “I didn’t mean to make you work so hard you passed out from it,” he sighs. 

“I didn’t pass out,” you mumble. 

“You’re awake.” He lifts himself up on one arm to look down at you. “You should be resting.” 

“I thought you were going to punish me,” you reply, taking in the fact that he’s wearing pajamas now, and so are you. In his room. In his bed. 

“Looking forward to it?” He smiles and the heat in his gaze sends a shiver down your spine. “I think it can wait for morning. But perhaps . . . just a taste before we sleep.” His hand tangles in your hair, pulling you toward him as he kisses you. His lips are spicy and sweet, and your eyes close, enjoying the moment. 

Tea and Biscuits

You agree to meet Barbatos at the demon lord’s castle for tea. Just the two of you. The way he says it makes it almost sound like a date, but surely a demon that can see past, present, and possible futures wouldn’t be interested in a short-lived human. 

When you arrive, he leads you to a balcony overlooking the garden. There’s a small couch for two and a little table with a samovar for tea and several plates of biscuits, cakes, and sandwiches. Your favorite flavored biscuits, cakes, and sandwiches, to be exact. 

Barbatos smiles. “I hope it’s all to your liking.” 

“You know it is!” 

He laughs, and pours you a cup of tea. You both sit down, hips touching. It makes you blush a bit, but Barbatos doesn’t seem to notice - or care - so you decide to just ignore it. It’s hard though, to ignore the way his hand brushes yours and the press of his leg against you. The way his eyes never seem to leave you, going from your eyes to your face down your body.

 “Is it alright if I kiss you,” he asks suddenly. 

The question takes you by surprise but you nod. You like him but you’d never expected him to return the affection. 

Barbatos leans forward, his hand gentle on your thigh. His lips meet yours in a slow, sensuous kiss that spreads heat through your whole body. 

You’ve kissed before, but never like this. Never with someone that has millennias of skill and knowledge of you that even you don’t have. He slides his other hand behind your back, pulling you onto his lap. The kiss melts you against him. Silk and sweet and hot. You aren’t sure how long it lasts, only that when it ends, you want more.

Theater

When Diavolo invites you out to see the newest movie, I Was A TeenAge Witch’s Familiar and It Was Awful, you imagine going to a crowded theater, getting some popcorn, and sitting in a slightly smelly, stained chair that you wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole if you saw it in broad daylight. 

Instead, you end up at his castle, sitting on a wide, comfortable plush velvet couch. The only two people in front of a theater-sized screen, where the as-yet-unreleased movie plays. 

Diavolo starts out on the opposite side of the couch, but keeps getting closer. To share popcorn, to offer you a sip of his drink, to point out some funny line in the film. Then his arm snakes around behind you, settling on your shoulders. 

You hop up, surprised. 

“I guess this means you don’t enjoy my company,” Diavolo says, looking up at you with big, sad eyes. 

“No . . . I do . . . just, I didn’t expect -” 

He shakes his head. “It’s alright. I’m sure you find me quite frightening.” 

“I don’t!” You sit back down and set a hand on his. “You don’t scare me at all, Diavolo. And . . . I think you’re cute.” 

“Is that so?” He grabs you with both hands and lifts you up. “What about now?” 

“Still not scared,” you say, though you are a little. 

He grins and stands up, still holding you above him. “Not even a little?” 

“No?” He tosses you into the air and you feel like a little kid, half-afraid and half-exhilarated. You let out a little shriek on the second toss and as you come down, he catches you in his arms. “Your reactions are so entertaining. Much better than any movie.” 

You can’t help but blush at the look in his eyes. Adoring and sensual. 

“It makes me want to do all sorts of things to you, just to see what you’ll do next.” 

You gasp as he begins to tickle you, his fingers finding all the sensitive spots on your sides. You reach out to tickle him back, surprised to find that Diavolo is absolutely ticklish all over the place. Both of you end up on the floor, laughing and panting in waves of tickle-attacks. 

“Truce!” You finally shout. 

He stops, his fingers in mid-wiggle. “But I am having so much fun . . .” His lips turn up in a slow, evil smile. “I’ll stop on one condition. You have to promise we’ll do this again.” 

You nod. “It’s a deal.”  

Like Magic

You agree to meet Solomon for a lesson in pacts. He knows more about them than anyone besides a demon lord. And he’s willing to share. For a price. You had to bring him the latest Madam Scream’s Scarlet Tarts as a trade for his secrets. A small price to pay. 

The two of you meet at a park in the Devildom. It’s almost as bright as a day in the real world, from the brilliant glowing mushrooms, tree fungi, and floating flowers. 

“You know, I could almost call this spot romantic,” Solomon says as he spreads out a picnic blanket to sit on. 

You raise an eyebrow. The sorcerer has been a little secret crush of yours, but you know when someone is out of your league. And an immortal genius definitely is. “Huh,” you reply. Great response, you think, but Solomon laughs. 

“I didn’t mean to leave you speechless.” 

You hand him the pastry box from Madam Screams. “I’m not speechless. I said ‘huh.’ 

He shakes his head. “I don’t think that counts as a word.” 

“And I guess you’re the final authority on that,” you mutter, feeling annoyed. 

He grabs your hand and brings it to his lips. “I didn’t mean to sound like a know-it-all. Forgive me?” He presses a light kiss to your palm. 

It surprises you so much that all you can do is nod, actually speechless. 

Solomon smiles. “Good. I wanted this to be a nice date.” 

“Date?” The word leaves your mouth before you think about it.

“What else would you call two people having a picnic in the park?” You think of a lot of things you might call it, but he’s smiling at you so sweetly that you just agree. 

He opens a grimoire across your laps and settles a hand behind you to lean over it. “This was my first real spellbook. I thought it might be a good place to start.” 

You realize as he talks that he isn’t just teaching you - he’s sharing something he’s never shared with anyone else. It makes you feel special, which must have shown in your face when he looks over at you because whatever he sees there makes him smile widely.

“We should do this more often,” he says, and before you can reply, his lips brush lightly against your cheek in a gentle kiss. 

With your heart beating so hard you’re sure he must hear it, you say, “Yeah. We should.” His fingers curl around yours, linking the two of you as you look up at the Devildom sky. 

Gossip Girl

You take Simeon up on an offered afternoon of looking at forbidden photo albums of the brothers from their celestial days. He promises to dish on the best stories, provided you never let on that you know about any of it. 

The two of you meet at Purgatory Hall in one of the unused rooms. It feels a little odd to be alone with the gorgeous angel, especially like this. One kiss away from an illicit affair. But you soon feel comfortable as Simeon settles next to you, flipping through pictures of Lucy, Mammon, Beel, and the others in their childhood and younger years. 

“Once, Lucy tried to make Michael happy by baking him a poppy-seed cake. But he used baking soda instead of powder . . .” Simeon’s eyes crinkle with laughter. “It came out more like a poppyseed brick. Lucy was so mad he threw it - right through the Metatron’s study window.” 

You giggle, imagining a furious Lucifer. 

“You have such a nice laugh,” Simeon says, looking at you from the corner of his eye. “I’d like to hear it more often.” 

“Th-thanks,” you stutter. Taking compliments has never been your strength. He turns his head to face you. 

“Did I make you blush just now?” He tucks a bit of hair behind your ear. “I didn’t mean to.” 

You nod, blushing even more furiously. 

“You don’t have to be shy around me. But . . . can I admit something to you?”

“Sure?” 

“I like that I can make you blush.” His fingers brush across your lips. “I’d like . . .” He stops himself and his hand drops away. 

“I’d like that too,” you say, unwilling to let the moment escape. You lean forward and give him a quick kiss. Now it’s his turn to blush.

The Incident

“No one must ever hear of this,” Luke tells you sternly. As sternly as he can, looking up at you and waving one little hand. 

“I swear to tell no one,” you promise. 

The two of you stand in the middle of a kitchen. At least, there’s a kitchen somewhere under the clumps of batter, berry jam, and soft butter. The results of Luke trying out spellcraft on his baking. 

It was *supposed* to be mystical muffins - a breakfast food that actually makes you look forward to the day. But it turned the mix into a growing, bubbling mass that eventually burst. Which is when Luke texted you to come over. The two of you set to cleaning it up. 

It takes hours to scoop, wipe, rinse, and dry everything in the room. You’re in the middle of a final wipedown on the cabinets when you realize Luke hasn’t said a word for awhile now. 

You turn and see the little guy with his head on his arm, a rag in hand. His eyes are closed and a light snore whistles from his nose. He’s so cute. Like a puppy. He can’t sleep on the floor though. 

You finish wiping and set down the cloth, then go to wake him up. 

He mumbles and rolls over, but his eyes stay shut. Finally, you decide to heft him up and carry him to his room. He’s a bit heavy, but you manage to lift him. His head settles on your shoulder and his arms wrap around your neck. 

He smells like warm milk and cinnamon, you think. And he is so soft, like a fluffy little poodle. You carry him to his room and lay him down. He doesn’t stir as you pull off his shoes and tuck him in. 

“Sweet dreams, little baker,” you tell him. He smiles.

[that-banana-headed-bovine]

*Madison enters the room* Hello! I missed you guys! 💜 *She gives KITT and KARR a hug* ...wow, you guys are surprisingly soft!

A couple of things to clarify with this one!!!

1. While it is a surprise to the AI Bois that Maddie can join the Asks Realm TM (very real trademark and not made up at all), it was not to me! She clarified with me that it was okay before even sending the ask, which I really appreciate-- my humor was just being funky in the first few panels. Wanted to clarify bc it really, really seems like I was confused when in fact it's just Kitt who's like this- Or maybe I'm overthinking things. That's possible. Anywho,,,, Other characters can join in any time, as long as I know enough about them to like. not be OOC as all get out

2. Tumblr is enforcing the no more than 10 images thingy again bOOOOOO so I had to make these Large Images with 2 pics per image. So that's why the layout is a bit Funky

This one was especially fun to draw :DDD Thank you for the ask! :D