#ddd magazine

[dailygillianjacobs]

▸ DDD Magazine - Sept 2011.

The funny issue: fashion

[small-spark-of-light]

day 25 was to draw in a style ive never drawn in before!!! so i replicated @zankydraws and @0xeyedaisy

[vitalitypopkat]

Was digging through my old stuff at my parent's place and I found my Nintendo power collection! I was a subscriber from 2010 ish till when they shut it down with some sporadic purchases prior so some of the ones in this pile are older too.

It's not a huge collection but it's kinda cool looking at these honestly almost like little time capsules. Might post some pics of the insides if I find anything cool

[jackalopepaws]

moodboard request from @miqokin !!

theme -> growing up in the 2000's / early 2010's, cats and dogs and other common animals, loving science and history, pokemon, popular book series like warrior cats and diary of a wimpy kid and magic treehouse, national geographic kids magazine, school and art supplies, and flora native to central texas !!

tysm for the request!! :DDD

🌈🌻🖍️🐶🎨🧪🍎☀️🧃🎈🐛🎉📚🐝🎒🧸🎁🪄

requests are open <3

[lana-llama-in-pajamas]

Thick as blood sweet as milk

Chapter 5

The younger one tries to grab you via the paper hole. You jumped back almost ripping over your chair, the cat hissing and scratching at the arm the tar like blood leaking over the desk. The smell was fucking rancid so you held your breath and slammed the panic button before calling “Rex” you said almost vomiting from the shutter being able to cut off the arm rolling until being stopped by the radio.You grabbed your cat walking out of the office into the hallway to wait for the DDD. As usual they showed up exterminated and checked with you “my cat scratched at one of the arms, the severed arm is in the office” you pet her cleaning her paw with tissues “on it” a hazmat walked in to see it “their so aggressive right now” he commented placing it into a garbage can that could be locked then cleaning with an unknown chemical that cut through the blood like nothing, your old uniform from the past attack had to be thrown away, the black tar staining the fabrics. “You’re telling me” you sighed walking back in and waving to the others as they left. Soon the twins and the pilots came together and yes they were all them, you asked how it was and the girls giggled talking a little gossip and passed her a telegram “there’s a magazine party coming up you should come” Sel jumped up and down her heels clacking “calm down, but yeah you should totally go, you don’t have party dresses so we should go shopping” El smiled walking with her sister into the hall “oh and you can’t say no or we’ll drag you!” Sel yelled behind her faking an evil laugh making her sister cackle. You shook your head turning to the pilots, Steven held up his drunken father mumbling “I promise you it’s him, I don’t think dopples can get drunk and stupid enough to lose his hat in the wind” Steven passed both their papers gently fixing his grip on his dad “wow I have never been that drunk before” you laughed checking everything “yeah well, I don’t think girls can even drink that much. Smaller organs right?” He said, you nodded (ah, 1950s understanding of anatomy) “all seems ok, sleep well” you passed everything back to him “thank you miss, and we hope you sleep soon can’t have you getting ill on us” he winked walking off pulling his father with him.

The last resident was gauss. He was a reporter so you didn’t have much hope of him coming anytime soon, you decide to turn the radio to a music station singing along to the late night tunes.

Almost an hour of playing with the cat and singing and dancing you got caught off guard as you vibed singing 🎵 “you had plenty of it 19…22 and I had so much to give to youuu~ why don’t you do right like other men do~” 🎵 you spinned holding the now empty coffee “boo.” You jumped eyes almost popping out to see gauss. Soaking wet and pissed “oh! So sorry” you placed the cup down and grabbed his papers “don’t apologize, I like watching you dance and sing, you do it well doll” he said slicking back his wet hair, his shirt stuck to his skin showing no under shirt. You stared a little, why did a reporter have to be buff like that? He flexed a peck making you mentally die “don’t stare too long, the milkman might get jealous” he spoke lowly as if Francis was in the hall “how did you?” You asked not even bothering to finish “I see the way he looks at you at times” he chuckled “but no worries doll I got nothing for you I just like knowing the story” he flicked his press pass as you slid everything back “speaking of stories, why didn’t you get me anything when everyone else did?” You asked not wanting to sound greedy “what? I did I passed onto the milkman himself to give it to you, flowers and a hat”you were stunned. A gasp. Dumbfounded. You laughed a little realizing what happened that day. Francis was jealous of Gauss‘s gift because he was so caught off guard by everyone else . He threw it away. Then he flirts with you to feel and know he’s the one your into. “What a teenager!” You said randomly getting up and laughing more. Gauss was lost and a little upset “you didn’t receive it?” He said “no! Mosses threw it away!” You laughed holding yourself “he threw it away because he was jealous he was the only one without a gift!” Gauss couldn’t even believe Francis could blink let alone get jealous but he too started laughing “oh dear, I know i’m a little harsh around the edges. I have went to my own mama to help get you the gift.” He explained “well atleast you know I tried, it wasn’t an expensive hat anyways” he waved it off “what a ride tonight, one minute I’m interviewing a bunch of triple D officials the next I learned my emotionless robot neighbor gets jealous!” He laughed walking into the hall “goodnight doll, and tell ya boyfriend he owes me $10 for the gift he was soooo jealous of” he winked to you before disappearing.

You were still so distraught to even think the Francis that way, you can hear the pitter powder from the outside as you walked up the stairs finally ready to get to bed, but one did not leave your mind Francis did look at natcha with sad eyes so why was he getting jealous over you? You passed his door hearing music from it so you decided to knock the door. It just simply opened walking through without making noise, but you didn’t know why your were being quiet. An armchair and a couch and a lamp light. in living room all over a Persian rug was the scene in front of you. on the armchair was Francis. his house coat undone, showing his wife beater. His breathing was slow as he held a lit cigar in his hand, his record player playing the song that you couldn’t understand. 

He hummed along with his eyes closed, you sat on the couch listening to him…it was calming

The song repeated as he opened his eyes a little spooked to see you, he looked at his door which was wide open closing it and locking. He looked out the window, the rain starting to relax as he could see stars “y/n~” he hummed “y/n” “y/n” he sang squeezing your arm gently, you grunted eyes still closed, the cat popped up from behind the coach purring like crazy as he pet her “your such a loving thing” he cooed finally making you wake up, he smiled down at you having to kneel to meet your gaze on the couch. You looked up him lovingly in a hazy dream state holding your hands up for a hug, he happily holds you putting his forehead to yours “y/n this isn’t a dream” he whispered, his heart beating quickly as you hugged him closer “good morning” you whispered kissing him slowly, he froze but couldn’t help kissing back breathing in your scent. Finally let go pushing you back “please tell me your aware your actually kissing me” your eyes widened hearing him, your heart jumping “uh um well…..why’d you stop?” You were surprised you even said it but god now that you were fully awake you wanted it more “…I…” he was red looking down embarrassed, your position was a sight indeed. Your legs at either side of him, he was kneeling before you his arms wrapped around you, breathing in you pulled his face up kissing it lightly in sections make him breath a little harder “you smell so good, and your so soft…oh how I wished to hold you like this times over” he said almost reciting it like a poem, you blushed your head feeling like it moved on its own to kiss him deeper even holding his head in place, he tasted like whiskey and tobacco and you coffee. It felt like you kissed for hours but it was barely a few minutes, you separated looking away from other “this isn’t right” you got up walking to the window opening it to get some fresh air the rain droplets falling onto your hands “I’m sorry Francis it’s just.. I keep thinking this crazy theory” you put your face in your hands wanting to disappear from the situation “y/n, what’s going on?” He put his hand in your shoulders to face him “I don’t understand” you felt so bad. If you were wrong? Would he hate you? And if you were right you would feel like a harlot for preying on him. You looked away up at the stares preparing for either outcome “is Natasha yours?” You whispered the last part feeling him stiffen up. “….come sit.” He lead you to the couch again sitting in his armchair “…yes. Natasha is my daughter” there it was. Your heart sank and your hands grew cold “but. Natcha and me are on the terms that Natasha doesn’t need to know for now. And that natcha wishes to parent her alone.” He clarified holding your hand “you are not a home wrecker of any sort” he assured you “but how. How did it happen?” You asked thinking they were married or school sweethearts or anything “that’s a….sad story, but I will tell you” he poured you a shot and sat back changing the record to play a different song

“You see, those funny inappropriate jokes about milk men are a little bit more true than you think” he grew uncomfortable and ashamed “I was 22…natcha was 30…she was married I was not.”he continued “ I just started the job and her house was on my route, we took to liking to each other…it was nice. Her husband was a banker and from what I remember he was swell, a nice older man never yelled or hurt her. The one thing he couldn’t give Natcha was children…so she started to flirt and I like the dumb horny kid I was I went along. She wasn’t looking for a way out y/n she just wanted a child, after a year she was pregnant and didn’t even tell me until her 3rd trimester! She even showed me the divorce papers! I thought I was becoming a father, figures out I was just a means to an end….her husband did infact try and kill me too but thankfully I was stronger and faster. And she disappeared…I didn’t even know what my child was….i learned only 3 years ago her name was Natasha.” Francis held his temple holding back his tears composing himself. You weren’t even able to react processing all the information, atleast you had an answer. Yes. Natasha was Francis’s child and he was an absent father, but not by choice at face value “ when I moved into this apartment, I didn’t even know she was here. It was like they wanted me to see my child.” Francis finally let a tear roll “I thank god anytime Natasha chooses to talk to me, but I do feel sour towards Natcha to this day” he sighed “ i’m sorry for what she did to you. If she did ask you to be the father would you have married her?”

There was a pause.

“Now? No. Back then….maybe. You have to understand she’s the type of person where she will get what she wants and that is it. I don’t see her as evil, but I do see it as callous.” He explained sipping his drink “but know I have fallen in love with you in a way I haven’t felt in a long time y/n. I feel like a little boy again leaving wild flowers on a desk” he was very poetic when he spoke long enough and you could now fully understand why natcha would want him if not only for child bearing “you are?” You gulped “yes.” He kneeled before you again waiting on you to accept his touch, you pulled his hands towards you “I’m in love with you too I believe” you looked down “but your so elusive” he smiled holding your chin up “I’m a book, simply open and read” you let out a simple smile “where are you from?” “Russia” “born?” “No, but my parents were, the red scare is understandable if not slightly hurtful” he explained “I can speak it too” “how old are you?” “33” “favorite color?” “Red, ironically” “can I sleep here tonight?” He smiled at that question kissing you quick “of course my love”

Here you were (fucking finally) showered and in a big shirt cuddling against Francis, him kissing you gently randomly making you gleam. He held you so close it felt like he wanted to become one physically, you kissed back both of you acting like puppy’s in love.

You slept peacefully that night

By the wayyy send suggestions for the cat’s name and breed! I’ll do a poll before the next chapter

[johankasas]

I’m sorry if it was already asked by someone, but what materials do you use for your traditional art?

Heya!!

Okay this will be a bit of a longer reply since over the years I do art I've accumulated a lot of tools, but I'll try to write it in a "digestible" way under the cut.

1. Sketchbooks

I am an easy woman, I like sketchbooks that have a lot of pages, can handle multiple tools and doesn't cost me a fortune. So far the winner in this is Canson XL for mixed media.

2. Sketching

For my sketching and pencil doodles I use mechanical pencils in size 0.5 and 0.3 with HB lead, it's the easiest one to erase and it doesn't smudge, not any preference in a brand, just don't really use the light plastic ones since they tend to creak.

For erasing I use a combination of kneadable eraser and tombow mono eraser for more precise things.

3. Lining

tombow fudenosuke!!!!! Best marker ever, doesn't smudge under water nor alcohol markers and has flexible nib.

If you're not a fan of the flexible nib, my other go to are either liners from Uni-pin or microns

4. Coloring

For my marker pieces like this one :

I use the cheapest off-brand alcohol markers I bought in a big set on AliExpress. They're great for personal work but not that much if you're planning to display it anywhere, the color gets immediately eaten by sun

For my watercolor pieces like this

I now use white nights watercolors :]

The set of 36 to be exact and some random brushes I also accumulated over the years.

Before investing in white nights I used watercolors from Koh-i-noor, that looked like this :

And are much cheaper (in Czechia, dunno the prices out of the country)

For white highlights I use Sakura gelly roll pens. I tested out different brands too and these do their job the best.

5. Scrapbooking/ collage backgrounds

For backgrounds like this:

I accumulated over some time a lot of scrapbooking papers and stickers either from action or AliExpress, but also sometimes I use cut outs from magazines I get for free.

For precise cutting I use a precision craft knife, but before that I just used a box cutter knife, just don't press too hard.

Also a very good thing to get is a light pad, again AliExpress is your friend in this, and tbh before moving to the light pad, I used to shine my phone camera under the paper.

Makes the cutting muuuuuch easier.

And last but not the least

6. Taking photos of your art/ scanning

Phone camera + Snapseed is god tier combo for me, there are so many tutorials on YouTube how to edit the photos into full crispy quality.

But between my friend group it's well known that I am not very good at taking photos, so I scan most of my things.

Just a disclaimer that a good scanner is a very expensive thing ... But if you're willing to go through some loops, you can get a very neat CCD scanner from second hand for very cheap, sadly most of the time the cheap ones are very old and it took a lot of prayers and IT friend to set that thing up :DDD

So that's all I can think of right now, don't forget I got all these things over the years, and still I tend to draw or doodle with pretty cheap low quality things, since I believe that art can be made with everything... The more professional tools just tend to make things easier, but still it's better to test it out a bit before fully jumping into buying big expensive sets.

I wish a lot of luck with creating and don't be scared to experiment :3

[dandadangy]

maybe okarun’s reaction to touching boobies for the first time? 👀 i feel like he’d be so shy and eager 👉👈 if this kind of req makes you feel uncomfy pls feel free to ignore! (love your writing btw thank you for writing for ddd!)

heya!! i will for suuuure do it hihi :> tysm for the request!! im very glad u like my writing, i decided to make this account with less effort into the length or aesthetic than my other ones, so i can write all the drabbles that go through my head. tysm ! <3

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

you were both in your room, at your grandma’s house. but she was out doing god knows what, and you two were alone. alone together, sitting on your bed, alien magazines discarded on the sides. all that could be hear was the gasps for air coming from both of you, as you kissed intensely, hands roaming over each other. you were touching his cheeks, his neck, his shoulders, while his hands were on your waist, your hips, and your thighs. Okarun was the one whimpering in the kiss, slowly leaning towards you, encouraging you to lay down. his heart was beating so fast, he couldn’t think straight, yet he still was feeling shy. all that Okarun wanted was you, his half lidded eyes undressing you by the gaze they held over your body. his hands hesitantly grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it up, revealing your beautiful chest, still covered by your bra. he was fast to pull it down, finally revealing your breasts to his eyes. he couldn’t help but gulp. Okarun had been feeling confident up to now, but seeing the actual boobs was something else. his gaze met yours, and no words were needed for him to understand you gave him consent to touch whatever he’d like.

"G-God miss y/n.. you are so beautiful.. you look amazing.." he breathed out, his hands finally grabbing what he had his mind on since the beginning. He squeezed them, rubbed them with his thumbs, moved them around in his hands. he was so nervous, yet so happy and flustered. it felt so good under his skin, it felt so good to see your pretty little face blush and switch expressions from his touch. of course Okarun gave some attention to your nipples too, pinching them and twisting them around in his fingers. he was panting, almost drooling, his mind fogged and only focused on one thing : your stunning boobs. you could be sure this was not the last time Okarun would be fondling them, with his new discovered passion for your soft assets.

"F-Fuck.. so soft.. so pretty.. and all mine.."

[midoribleak]

Angeline is a dick

at least, when she wants to be.

I made a list of all the things Angeline is found to be good at/ fun facts in the various books I got a hold of;

-gets tutored to speak italian

-knows how to play guitar bc she took lessons

-had a chubby phase (therefore knows lots of nutrition facts)

-knows how to fix cars

-Fixed her own hair

-Can groom dogs because she learned hair ^

-Plays soccer

-babysits 

-Didnt know how to jumprope

-Had a speech impediment when she was younger (Went by Annie) 

-Is not good at school, went to summer school to catch up

-Only criminal record is thievery (mints from a teacher) 

-Jealous of Jamie’s art skills and vocab

-good at magazine quizzes (trivia)

-Dances well

-Decent at poems / haikus

-RAISED 900 DOLLARS IN TOTAL FOR CHARITY (300 walkathon 600 jump a thon)

Now obviously these are amazing things that should be celebrated, but everyone at the school only loves her for her looks and surface level kindness, when in reality shes much more than that.

and that deeply upsets her.

She starts acting out by being rude and sassy JUST so people would stop stereotyping her as just a pretty face, which is COMPLETELY fair, she knows how to do so much and is learning and working hard every day!!! I love the fact she can fix cars and gave Aunt Carol an oil change!! I love how she only pretends to not know how to play guitar just so she doesnt show off when playing with Jamie and Isabella!! I love that she cleans up Stinker for Jamie so she doesn’t look ugly next to him in an art project and i LOVE how she uses her popularity for good!! Heres some examples of her going out on a limb for Jamie using her magic because shes gay because she cares!!

Also, heres a really, really important Angeline interaction that i think is so interesting for a kids book. Kinda unrelated but also pretty cool imo

And then lastly, in my FAVORITE book You Can Bet on That, Angeline and Jamie bet that Ang cant go without saying anything nice and Jamie the opposite, and Angeline finds it east to act mean because she’s channeling her jealousy for Jamie. It’s pretty entertaining how much more popular she gets for being mean tbh definitely worth a read, heres some bits I took as well, but in conclusion Angeline is probably one of the best characters in whatever genre of book DDD is and I will die on this hill how can you NOT love her?

[foxycarnation]

1 -> profiles: the IG gang

warnings. mentions of a condom breaking (?) and plan b a/n. my first work on this blog lmfaoo. i'm still working on my 100 followers event on my writing blog but i really really wanted to get this out so here you go :DDD

plan b survivors

meet y/n, the academic weapon of SVT uni. absolutely hates lee chan's guts. is very endeared and weirded out by both of her best friends. all her girlfriends live really far away so she can barely find the time to talk to them, so she has to make do with the two losers seniors she calls her friends: mingyu and seokmin.

meet kim mingyu. the photographer for the university's weekly newspaper (re: gossip magazine). one half of the y/n bullying club (yes, he's the bully). loves his darling junior but loves his camera just a little more. the only person in a relationship in their little trio.

meet lee seokmin. the main vocalist for the university's band 'shining diamonds'. is also the 'founder' of sorts since he was the one that reached out to people to create the band. the band was a instant hit in the university due to his AMAZING vocals and they quickly gained traction for their stellar music. also, the other half of the y/n bullying club lol. the sweetest person you will ever meet. once cried over killing a mosquito.

condom broke we awoke

meet lee chan. also the academic weapon of SVT uni. is hopelessly in love with his "rival"(as his friends call her, he just wants to call her his girlfriend) jumped with joy when he was mentioned in his crush's instagram bio. was crushed after seeing why so he retaliated as you can see. loves his bros even though they tease him every waking moment of his life.

meet boo seungkwan. the chief editor for the university's weekly newspaper, which is why it went from newspaper to gossip magazine. but everyone loves it so it's fine. loves reminding chan he's older than him every time he can't come up with a counterargument to whatever they're bickering about. is the sassiest person you will ever meet.

meet vernon chwe. the lead guitarist in the band. shares a birthday with the vocalist. doesn't like being called hansol unless it's his family and 2 friends. is very quiet to the point he has to clear his throat to alert people literally right next to him. is also the reason seungkwan gets the kind of news he runs in the paper lol.

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[cha0s-boyy]

neeeeeew chaos ref! :DDD

[ID: a digital reference sheet of an anthropomorphic sparkledog character, labeled "chaos" in magazine cutout letters. his fur is mostly magenta, with black on his legs, the underside of his tail, stripes on his tail, his belly and chest, one arm, his chin, and under his eyes. he has a rainbow mohawk, and rainbow stripes on his tail and one arm. he has red eyes and eyebrows, yellow freckles several places on his body, a green heart on his chest and a green carnation on his back, cyan earrings, snakebites, and nipple piercings, and blue skin. he has one upright and one floppy ear, with gauges in both. the ref has two 3/4 views, one where his mouth is open to show his tongue and teeth, a back view, a detached tail, a paw print, a close-up on his back marking, and alternate gauge examples. text on the sheet shares the details, "Male. He/him. Sparkledog. 5'8". Lean. Hourglass-y. Mohawk can be styled however (fanned, spiked, death hawk...) Freckles not exact. Nipples optional. [Tail] Stripes not exact." The background is pink with a subtle graffiti-ed brick wall texture. /end ID]

[mfred]

Welp, I've spent a lot of money in July and it's barely half over. Yes, I am the problem. But let's talk about fun stuff!

What I bought:

Two dresses, one in yellow daffodils (on sale) and the other in blue with multi-colored flowers, and one pair of FROG PRINT pajamas from Lesley Evers. Frog print!!

One green check dress and one purple tunic sweater from Gudrun Sjödén, on sale.

Two short sleeve shirts from Peau de Loup, one cherry print and one with koi fish. They are masc style for femme and non-binary bodies, size inclusive, and upcycled fabric. On sale.

Two hats: one straw fedora because I look so fucking cute in it and one cotton bucket hat for the beach. Sun protection is important.

Two pairs of platform flip flops from Reef, because they were on sale and I couldn't pick between the colors.

Bananas foster nut butter and peach bourbon jam from Big Spoon Roasters. If you enjoy interesting flavored nut butters, Big Spoon Roaster is the way to go. I highly recommend the vanilla caramel and the pistachio.

Two bras, on sale, and I had points to spend. Mid-range busty gals (up to an F/DDD), go to Evelyn & Bobbie for wirefree bras.

Three baguette rings (pink tourmaline, aquamarine, and crystal) from Caitlyn Minimalist. Again, couldn't choose between the colors.

A cat toy for the little monsters who live rent free in my home. They probably won't play with it.

Books. It was buy 2, get 1 free or buy 4, get 2 free. You know I went for 4.

Mooncat nail polish. Three colors from their Powerpuff Girls collection, one thermal, and one gold flake topper.

An orange chair from Wayfair that matches my cat. Not on purpose, but a happy coincedence.

An automatic espresso machine that does everything. It makes delicious coffee! I know because my dad has one and I loved it and when I saw it was on sale for Prime Day, I had to have it.

New wireless earbuds from Jabra that some running magazine swears stay in your ear, on sale for Prime Day. My Google ear buds are always falling out of my ears when I talk, chew, walk, tilt my head, etc.

Me looking at my credit card statement in August:

[tronarchive]

Greetings Programs!

I’m Rie-Eleven, the User of this project. I intend to keep a record of most, if not all, Tron media. I believe keeping archives like this is important, it’s always a tragedy when stuff becomes lost. I'm also working on a wordpress account (for those off of tumblr) and twitter account (just for update notifications, I promise).

This post will contain links to the post of each media as I research them. This will be a slow process, but I’m glad you’re here with me!

See that I’m missing something? Let me know and I’ll gladly look into it!

Videos

Tron (1982)

Tron: The Next Day

Tron Uprising

Tron Legacy

Books

Tron Novelization

The Making of Tron

Tron Pop-Up Book

Tron comic adaptation

Tron Ghost in the Machine

Tron Uprising Junior Novel

The Art of Tron Legacy

TL Junior Novelization

TL Betrayal

TL Complete Story

TL Movie Magazine

TL It’s Your Call

TL comic adaptation

Games

Tron Deadly Discs

Tron Maze-a-tron

Tron Solar Sailor

Adventures of Tron

Tron 2.0 (PC)

Tron 2.0 Killer App (Game-boy Advance)

Tron 2.0 Killer App (XBOX)

Tron Evolution Xbox (360/PS3)

Tron Evolution (PSP)

Tron Evolution (DS)

Tron Evolution Battle Grids (Wii)

Tron Run/r

Tron Identity

Featured In: Kingdom Hearts 2, KH DDD, Disney Heroes, Disney Mirrorverse

Arcade Cabinets: Tron, Discs of Tron

Soundtracks

Tron (1982)

Tron Legacy

Tron Legacy Reconfigured

Tron Uprising

Tron Run/r

Tron Identity

Tron Lightcycle Run: Shanghi, Disney World

Fanworks: End of Line, Return to the Grid, 8-bit Tribute

Misc.

Tron Lightcycle Run

Tron 1982 Trading Cards

Flynn Lives Campaign

[m0n5t3r-3n3rg7]

magazine I found in our art class with raccoons on the front :3

IM GONNA BITE THE SHIT OUT OF YOU :DDD

[143-cupid]

SATAN loved to spend time alone. Away from his loud brothers, away from bitter Lucifer. In his room, accompanied by the smell of books, magazines and the light of adored drama series, all stored safely in his devilplayer. Satan have read copious scenes in hardcovers that tell him time alone spent was wasted, his time should be spent with the one that made his heart race, made his body fill with euphoric warmth and nervousness. He nearly envied the main characters who found their so called ‘soul mates’ and the ‘other piece’ that completes them. He pondered when he is going to find his special one. Is it soon? He at times shook his head at the hopeless thoughts that wander in his mind. Yeah, sure, a demon like him can find true love.

After seeing you, the human who stirred up the whole devildom. The human who was so confidently picked by the most powerful demon, Lucifer. The same demon who Satan swore to despise. He didn’t know how to feel about you. You’re Something so new in his life, something that can leave soon. Or not. At first, he doesn’t believe that you’re all the things Lord Diavolo sang praises about. The way you stare at him from across the room made his brow twitch up, so you also lack manners? He wanted to pity you but you weren’t his problem but Mammon and Lucifer’s.

Slowly, you crept closer. Asking questions, seeking advice, hiding behind him when Mammon ran from you in the hallways and his debt collectors came up to you. It’s almost like you saw him as a wall of protection, more than a demon with many links and connections to get what you want. You took time to sit next to him, to hear his thoughts on various topics. You took time to share your interests, from the human world. Books and television shows and movies and collections and pranks to try on Lucifer.

Sitting with him in the tent inside the house they bought in the human world, felt almost natural. Holding hot drinks in both pair of hands, smiles were painted on the faces as both of you were watching the movie on his DDD. Having you near him, alone in the house, no brothers to steal you from him, that made him feel elated. It wasn’t supposed to be this important to him but it is. The way you leaned on his shoulder and yawned was important. The way you chuckled, as the other demons walked loudly in, groaning about being all soaked in rain, was important. The way you slowed your breath and held eye contact with him as they walked in the living room was important to him. Was it your way to saying you wanted more time with him alone?

Hiding with him in the the house of Lamentation’s library, giggling and cooing at the kitten in his lap. That made him feel elated. Stealing glances at you and the kitten, the most two things that bring him comfort in this hellish world of his. When the kitten went still and tired, he should have told you ‘goodnight’, should have went to his room to spend time alone but he snuck you and the kitten to his room, he even make some space by trying to clean the mess of books in the room. He didn’t mind when you pulled out the cat bed out of the piles of book, it was oddly satisfying to watch. You paid attention to him and his ways of doing things. Feeding the kitten with your help was fun, holding your breath as the small creature sniffed the food. You smiled at him when it began to eat, you were happy for him. He didn’t like to share his bed, it felt un-natural to him. He always slept alone. But with you and the kitten, who hissed at the cat bed, in his bed, Satan wanted to take a picture of the moment. His heart mellowed at the sight.

Now Satan loved to spend his alone time with you, reading and watching movies. He loved to go to cat cafes and parks and glass gardens, near you and sometimes holding your hand. He loved to make coffee for you when he studied in his room. He looked forward to how you’d feel about his latest latte art. He loved to wait for you in the library and pull your seat when you come close. He loved to scribble on your paper in the peaceful silence, watching your reactions.

Was this falling in love? Are you the one who is made for him? Are you, a human, the one poets describe as what supposedly to be his other half? The better half of him? Could things work out for you and him? He hoped so. It would make his life a bit sweeter.

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[bon-is-gone]

OKAY SO

@unknownmelodies has asked for more art of my slasher oc's in @arkunder slasher band au.

HOWEVER I DELETED THE DRAFT AND ASK WITH IT LIKE A DUMBASS-

I swear I am this close to snapping today its unreal.

Oh and just incase the arts resolution is crap, I have an excuse: I still suck at Medibang 👍

Self explanatory, it's just Charlotte in a playboy magazine. I've been trying to test out techniques on drawing shine on clothes and stuff.

Aces and Kanaros parents! I always had an idea of how they would look like, but never the color schemes because Kanaro has white-ish purple-ish hair while Ace has black hair. And then I remembered that hair dyes exist.(Ace is blonde and so is Kanaro)

Hooray, the comic is finally done! And now i shall go continue fighting school tests.

But i promise, more art shall come again =DDD

(And I apologize for any grammar mistakes, english is not my main language, Czech is.)