#AAAAA PART 3

[tatretot]

hellooo danandphilgames buddies!! happy belated 10 year (more like 5 but shhh) anniversary :-)

[2aceofspades]

SPOILERS for EMD Chapters 20 and 21!!!

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Y'all know I had to doodle up something~

It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero...

A few of my fav moments from this latest update !!

(:

[mewtwoandme]

~Baby Arc info update~

I've mentioned before about likely needing to split Part 3 up. It turns out, I realized after recently counting the pages I've sketched out thus far, it will indeed have to be separated...

...into 3 more parts

So yeah, ya'll wondering why it's taking so long, here's my dumbass not realizing I've basically done 3 comics in one!! XD

So now, the Arc's order will be changed from having 4 parts to 6

[deus-ex-mona]

no thoughts, just the way the narumi sisters are so different yet fundamentally similar at the same time yk?

[mel-loly]

-They are taking time together, so their friendship can prevail! :D💫

Collab with: @nys-notalive! <333

[jackdup]

@colecassiidy || cont.

You know, there came a point in a man’s life where he began wondering, Is it me? Am I the problem here? (But yeah, duh; a little voice in his head somehow felt like it was rolling its eyes at him despite being a voice: of course you’re an entire freakin’ problem.) Most importantly in this specific scenario, though, Timothy was left with the very real, very valid curiosity: Do I just attract people like this?

He meant the reckless sort. The devil-may-care sort. The impulsive. The guys who got an entire high off of the risks . . . and always found a way to drag Timmy into it— And yeah, y’know . . . ? Sometimes the totally verifiably nuts. (Do we need to name names here? Was that clear— Well, just in case: Jack. We’re talking about Handsome Jack.) Cole, okay, was nowhere near the “nuts” side of the spectrum, but he pretty much lined up with everything else.

And yet here Timothy was. He’d agreed to come with him. Cole had to be real cute about reminding him he’d still be here despite knowing all the details.

So: full circle, kiddos:

Am I the problem?

Jeez, how whipped did a guy have to be . . .

“Yeah, I mean— 50-50 sounds . . . great, but—” Speaking of whipped, it also wasn’t like Timothy didn’t compliantly take the fuse as it was handed to him: following instructions was (no surprise!) second-nature to him at this point. “Are you, like, intentionally trying to get every psycho and their equally psychotic mother to notice us? Is that part of the plan, or . . . ?” And as if the mere mention of attention would’ve already garnered it—knowing his luck—he glanced back down that alley leading out to one of Lectra City’s main roads. Deceptively quiet. Which also just made him squirm.

“Really, really looking forward to spending my 50 from the prime real estate of a pike firmly up my ass. Can’t wait.”

[lightbulb-warning]

this is getting ridiculous there's so much stuff i wanna draw i need to clone myself immediately

[greedbent]

@howthesleeplesswander || surprise starter for human!Spring! 〔´∇｀〕

“Didn't I tell you to be more careful?”

And if Kaz had startled the poor girl by his coming up behind her with no word of warning or semblance of a greeting before delivering harsh judgment . . . Good. He slid in easily at her side, matched her pace in a heartbeat, and kept on walking with the nonchalance of this being entirely planned between the two of them. The hour was late, but the streets remained—as ever—loud and bustling with the night life of the Barrel: distant clattering of coin in the gambling houses, cacophonous whooping and hollering of tourists hoping for a lucky break after hours of emptying their pockets (too inebriated now to care about their losses), an entire collection of drunkards wandering the dimly lit paths (with a few simply tucked away in corners quite possibly whimpering into their knees over their life choices).

Simply put: Not a place where this particular woman should be. Looking like she did. Young. Fair. Pretty. Wide-eyed. Innocent. Gullible. So out of place Kaz almost wondered if she had put effort into it, as if she'd found a manual on all the ways to appear the easiest target and followed it to the letter.

She might as well just be wearing a sign.

Even if Spring had flinched and briefly stumbled over herself, Kaz continued with nothing more than a pointed look back at her: Keep up. Don't draw more attention. As his own gaze kept a vigilant watch over their surroundings, he pinpointed any set of eyes turned their way. Her way, specifically. And the less than respectful whistling from a small group of the aforementioned drunkards (the ones who were high off the intoxication rather than low and miserable) as they watched Spring pass was what brought Kaz closer to her side.

“You shouldn't come here alone,” he reiterated, choosing at that moment not to announce that he'd already . . . persuaded a few pickpockets off her tail mere minutes ago. “Especially at this hour.” Kaz pursed his lips, made a quick move to steer Spring down a quieter street. “What the hell are you doing? No one has a dying need for flowers so urgent you'd have to make a delivery in the middle of the night. Or have you just had a spiritual calling to a new profession?”

“Spiritual” was not the right description for the “profession” implied here.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

thinking about my little curse user!reader again :(((( aaaaa i kinda wanted to add it to the poll but. i think it’ll take a long time for me to finish it…. like a long long time……. i love them though i want to talk abt them and their behated teacher!sugu………

[kirishwima]

Bet on me, baby - Part 4

Fandom: Obey me!

Pairing: Mammon x Reader

TW: Slight mention of violence (?), a lot of repressed mutual pining, lol

…..

Time moves slower on summer days.

You can’t prove it, not really, but you can feel the time trickle, like molasses oozing out of tree bark, sticky and sugary like the summer heat sweltering across your forehead. 

The bookshop you worked part-time at was far too old to house a decent AC system. As such, you did what you could with the little fan in the corner of your register, the one that Ari, the owners’ big white cat, was far too preoccupied with trying to throw off of the counter, blocking the cool conducted air from ever reaching you.

You sighed in defeat, picking up one of the dozen piles of books in front of you to begin restocking them.

Your shift neared its end, the gentle light seeping through the big wooden windows facing the street of this hidden bookstore now lower, tinted pink.

The day’s been lazy thus far, only having to deal with the occasional customer coming in, an busy mom asking about the latest Colleen Hoover book, a student or two buying books relating to their courses-you distinctly remember one buying a self-help book, along with a ‘Happy Birthday Mom’ card, which you couldn’t help but chuckle at.

And of course, your regular customer, the one that will come into the shop once a day, without fail, if not more.

He nods towards you from the corner he’s sat in, a pile of books bigger than the one you’re carrying in your arms surrounding his frame as his green eyes are glued to the pages of the one book he’s got propped open on his lap, blonde hair obscuring your view rom the expression he’s currently sporting.

"Hey, we’re closing soon", you remind him as you start shelving the books in your arms, "If you’re gonna buy something, do so within the next 10 minutes or I’m not ringing you up."

Your words made him pause his reading, shifting his attention towards you.

"Now, is that how you treat loyal customers like me, Y/N?" He grinned, carefully shutting the book in his arms-you noticed how he placed a bookmark in it, one he pulled out of his pocket. You can’t help but wonder how many more he might have in store.

You laugh, shaking your head at him affectionately.

Satan’s a loyal customer, sure, but he’s also a dear friend, one you always bonded over literature with.

He follows you to the register as you head back, the heap of books in his arms so tall you can’t even see his face as he sets them down for you to start ringing them up.

"So, I met your brother yesterday", you start.

Satan huffs a laugh. "Judging by that sour look on your face, I take it it wasn’t Beel or Belphie. It can’t be Lucifer either, since you wouldn’t have been so casual about it, and  nor Asmo’s or Levi are in town for the week so…Mammon?"

"Excellent deduction, Sherlock" you huffed, "as if you didn’t already know he’s my project partner. I swear, he’s just-he’s so-ugh!"

You rant to Satan about yesterday’s horrendous meeting with his brother, appreciating his silence as you vent and he nods along, empathetically.

"Yup. That's Mammon. A pedantic idiot with zero emotional intelligence-or any intelligence really, with his heart set on money, sex and pranking Lucifer”, he laughs, 'Still...he's not that bad. He can definitely give off a bad first impression, and he's foul mouthed and loud, but..he has a good heart. He doesn't show it but he cares, a lot more than he lets on."

He peers back up at you, his previous soft small smile lost from his lips. "Tell him I said any of that and I WILL send you to an early grave."

You roll your eyes, already used to Satan’s antics by now. 

"Fine, fine! I won’t breath a word. And I guess I’ll give your rude brother another chance, for the sake of our grades at least." 

You pick up the last of his books, bring the scanner over to it as it beeps.

"So…wanna know your total? I think you just broke last months’ record"

Satan grins. Pulls out a black Amex card out of his mystery-content-pocket.

"Hit me with your best shot." 

You scoff.

…..

The chime bells beside the store’s door jingle as a pair of footsteps starts making its way towards you, where you’d been dusting off some of the shelves in the forgotten corners of the bookshop.

You’d been so caught up in cleaning and chatting with Satan, who’d offered to keep you company until you finish up, that you’d forgotten to lock the front door.

"I’m sorry, the store’s actually closed right-"

You turn to face the man that just came in, trying your best to not let your expression sour. "Oh", you utter, "hi."

Mammon’s stood there, a sheepish smile on his face, an arm awkwardly scratching at the nape of his neck.

"Yeah, hi."

Satan doesn’t miss the tilt of your lips at the sight of his brother, eyeing the two of you with an odd look.

"Nice of you to show up on time", Satan greets with a nod, his expression back to that of his normal chaotic mischief. 

"Yeah" Mammon starts, walking past Satan to stand across of you, "didn’t wanna get the shit slapped out of me again."

Satan shrugged. "You left me no choice", he said, "You were acting stupid."

Mammon turns to him, lips snarled.

"So ya’ had to slap me?! My face was red all day! All. Day! Y/N can vouch for me-wasn't it red when you met me?!" 

You’d already started making your way towards the register-maybe if you physically distanced yourself from this conversation the two of them might just…forget you were there? You sighed, not wanting any part in this brothers quarrel-yet got dragged along into it regardless. Something inside you told you that this wouldn't be a one time occurence either, if your previous experiences with Beelzebub and Belphegor were anything to go by. 

"Well…yeah, it was red when we met" you hesitantly agreed.

Satan rolled his eyes. "Well, was I in the wrong? He would've stood you up had I not knocked some sense into him. It's not like he's some damsel in distress. He can take it" he shrugs. 

You frown at that. You know Satan well, and are well aware that he can get...explosive. He's been nothing but kind to you, but you've seen people draw the short end of the stick with him, and it was never pleasant. Still, he'd mellowed out significantly since befriending you, seemingly taking your advice to heart. 

"Satan, we talked about this, Many times actually. No matter what, violence is never the answer. Especially with your own family."

You steal a glance towards Mammon who's staring back at you wide eyed. You quickly put two and two together, but halt your thoughts before you begin to sympathise with the man that did, evidently, nearly stand you up.

"Thank you for worrying about me and not letting Mammon ditch our appoitntment but...I think you should apologise to your brother for slapping him. Being family doesn't excuse violence. Nothing does. You know that."

You look to Satan expectantly, a silent conversation running between you two that Mammon isn't privy to as he stands dumbfounded in the middle. 

Whatever it was, it seems you’d won your silent argument as Satan sighs, turns to Mammon with his fists clenched.

"Fine. Sorry I hit you Mammon. It was wrong of me. Though you were wrong too for being an asshole."

That's...something, you guess. More than Satan would ever admit by himself, at least. You smile at him, proud of how far your friend has come-you still remember the day you’d first met Satan, how rigid his posture was, ready to fight anything and anyone in his way.

"Mammon, what do you say?" You turn to him, already far too used to being a mediator in this meddlesome family.

Mammon sighed. 

"Thanks for apologising, I guess. And….I guess I was also an ass for planning to ditch. ‘M sorry too, I guess"

Figuring that’s as good as you’re gonna get between the two stubborn men, you clap your hands, shifting both their gazes towards you.

"Great! With that settled, I’ll be heading to the back to store my work clothes-Mammon, if you can give me 5 minutes, I’ll be ready and we can head out."

You smile at him and something in his gut twists, an odd, profound feeling and yet…he doesn’t mind it. Not really. 

He nods, just as you turn to Satan.

"Need any help carrying all of that?" You ask, nodding your head to the paperbag stacks he’d picked up, barely containing them all in his embrace.

"I’ve handled worse" he says, "I’ll manage."

With that Satan walks towards you, bags in tow, as he leans close and whispers something Mammon can’t hear from his spot a few feet away, tucked between the rows of bookshelves.

What he does hear, however, is the sound of your laughter, loud and wondrous, his mind racing to catch up with the way your face lights up as Satan shifts away from you, a small foreign smile on his brothers face.

Satan doesn’t turn to Mammon, merely leaves-though he does heed a warning before letting the store’s door fall shut behind him with a jingle.

"Hurt them and I’ll make your life hell, brother."

Mammon gulps.

He had no idea you’d gotten so close with his brother. Had no idea Satan could smile like that, that you could…

Never mind. That’s not a train of thought he wants to follow. Not now, at least. 

You remind him you’ll be ‘back in a sec’ as you vanish somewhere behind the register counter, leaving Mammon alone to look to the dust particles swirling where the sun filters through into the shop.

You make quick work of removing your work apron and the t-shirt with a woven label of your name on it, changing swiftly into your own casual clothes, grabbing your backpack and heading out of the store, locking each door behind you as you usher Mammon outside and double-check you’ve properly locked the front door.

Mammon’s silent as you do so, only the warmth of his presence on your back reminding you he’s still here, comforting in a sense you don’t dare indulge in.

You turn to him, tilt your head as you catch an odd gleam in his eye-the moment you notice it it’s gone, his face schooled into a forced scowl.

"Well…what do you say we head to that coffee shop I told you about? It’s only two blocks from here, and usually quiet enough we can work undisturbed."

He shrugs and you take that as an approval. Or as a ‘whatever, ugh, let’s get this over with’. You can never be too sure when it comes to Mammon, apparently.

With a nod you lead the way, his frame lagging a few steps behind you.

"Hey…thank you for coming on time today. I do appreciate it" you speak up after a long moment of pregnant silence, the awkwardness stifling your lungs.

Mammon sighs.

"Yeah, no problem. I guess…you were kinda right, yesterday. We both gotta get this project over with, and I don’ wanna fail this class again."

That…catches you off guard.

"You what?!"

Mammon halts, turns his face away from you-not quick enough to hide the deeper shade covering his cheeks and ears.

"It’s a stupid class! With a stupidly annoying professor! He gave out a group project last year too, and the guys I had to work with were-" he sighs, runs a hand over his face. "Nevermind. I just didn’t do well on the project, okay. I’m sure it’ll be fine this year."

You ponder over his words for a while as you continue to walk, a small grin slowly forming on your lips.

Mammon pouts at the sight.

"What? What are ‘ya grinnin’ at?!"

You shrug. 

"Nothing, nothing. I just don’t think you need to worry this year. I don’t know what happened with your previous group, but so long as you’re paired up with me, we’re gonna work our asses off to get the best freaking results we can."

You turn to him triumphantly, and something about it-it makes Mammon smile. Not that pompous grin, or his mischievous look from before, something soft and genuine, and paired with the fading sunlight atop the city, the blinking lights of closing stores behind him, the faint glow of the street lights-

Something about it makes your heart skip a beat.

In this light, with such a smile, he’s…beautiful.

"Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. We got this" he says.

You shake your head, hasten your pace.

"Let’s get going. The sooner we get to working on this thing, the better."

You’ll be damned if you let these thoughts catch up with you.

*****

Y/N, the champion of the ‘YOU CAN’T CATCH ME GAY THOUGHTS’ race :)

-masterlist-

[mossy-paws]

I don’t think there is anything more particularly terrifying then having an irl artist aquantience follow you on some of your other socials LMAO

[chumii1]

just got home from my school english exam and it was uhhhh alright? i guess

[fromnobodytonightmare]

(( I started rewatching Gumball with my wife, and got nostalgic for my old fandom. I hope you're doing well ^^))

BRO I AM SO SORRY I GOT TO THIS MESSAGE SO LATE, but I do remember you from all the way back on my first blog HOLY SHIT. If you're reading this, I hope you and your wife have been doing good as well <3 it was so nice to receive your message!

[lieximhuman]

Kak! :D

(But from phone)

[alynnl]

Pros of getting caught up on your substack reading: The excitement that comes with reading something new to you and understanding all the posts in the tag

Cons of getting caught up on your substack reading: Having to wait for the last part of the story that sort of left off on a cliffhanger

[ynwa4eva]

Damn just started to write down some new years resolutions and that list is LONG.... 😭😭😭