#what's behind the couch?

[bunnies-and-sunshine]

Access denied.

Amos can't resist the siren call of exploring behind the couch. The little dude is relentless when it comes to testing our bunny-proofing efforts! 😅

[demaparbat-hp]

On your most recent From the Couch post... is that a dragon tattoo I see poking out of Zuko's collar? ...................may we see more of it?

You may see all of it.

[yi3248]

ghost had the perfect setup, and capt mactavish just had to not go according to his script

[charmac]

I do not think I'll ever get over how heavy handed the Inflates set decor was

[dusty-pistol]

Sorry if this ain't all too good, I had to improvise with the outfit colors. But here's the moon fella and the phone man!! @themostsanebug

[fairylando]

OH????

[tetzoro]

he attacc !!

[activatebutterflyshield]

I was compelled last night and I’m quite honestly scared of whatever 11:59 PM me intended for those middle sections. At least I still know my colors when sleep deprived, and I’m sure someone else on here can fill the blank spots out better than I can on a full eight hours of shut-eye.

[averageclawcodeenjoyer]

"My cat won't let me get anything done"

And then it's just a picture of Ganke sleeping on Miles's chest while he's struggling to use him as a table for his sketchbook.

^^^

[vodid]

i'm about to make a really poor financial decision this black friday.

[baura-bear]

when i say i haven't stopped thinking about this since it was posted. anyway i wrote about it, here it is.

Joe woke up in a haze. Raucous laughter from the other room had broken him from his sleep and he was certain it was still night. The biggest clue was Luz’s voice from the other room loudly doing an impression that Joe couldn’t pin down. Along with this, Joe was still absolutely smashed. His hand was wrapped loosely around the neck of a champagne bottle and he had to really concentrate in order to focus his vision. He couldn’t believe he’d been the first one to pass out. 

For a while he laid there wondering if it was worth it to rejoin the boys. Another burst of laughter told him he should get his ass in there. He sat up finally, looking around at where he’d ended up, impressed that he’d made it as far as a bed. What he didn’t plan on however was the fact that he was wearing a silky shift. “Wha’ th’fuck?” He muttered to himself, pinching the fabric between his pointer and thumb. It was comfortable but it most certainly was not what he’d fallen asleep in. 

He carefully pushed himself off the bed, taking a moment to regain his balance. Across the room was a vanity with a large round mirror. Joe stared at his reflection in disbelief. He wondered if it was possible to be too drunk because whatever he was seeing must have been a hallucination. He squinted at the mirror, stepping close enough so that he could lean his weight on the vanity. His cheeks had been dusted with rouge, mascara was clumped in his lashes, and blue eyeshadow tinted his eyelids. His lips had been painted bright red but had been smudged; by sleep or poor application was unclear. 

More laughter from behind the door broke his focus. “Those bastards,” he muttered.

He stumbled over to the door, struggling with the knob before he was able to slam it open. The sound of it hitting the wall brought immediate quiet over the men as they all stared back at him with surprise and amusement. 

They were all gathered around a dining table. They’d dragged extra chairs and couches to comfortably fit everyone. The room was thick with smoke and everyone was hanging off of eachother in ways that they wouldn’t if they were not extremely drunk. 

Luz was squashed into the corner of a couch by Perconte who was leaning heavily into him, looking half asleep. Babe and Johnny were both in comfortable looking arm chairs that had been pulled up to the table. Next to them, Webster was slouched in a wooden dining chair, a bottle of champagne resting in his lap. Malarkey was also in a dining chair with his back to Liebgott, he’d turned around to take him in. Someone was on the floor behind the couch, Joe couldn’t identify him as only a pair of socked feet stuck out from behind the couch. They’d started with significantly more men but evidently many of them had retired for the night.

“Fraulein Liebgott!” Luz exclaimed, raising up a bottle of champagne to toast him. “So nice of you to join us!” he giggled, looking around at the other guys for comedic validation.

Joe pointed an accusatory finger at the group. “Somebody is gonna fuckin’ die.”

Laughter burst out from everyone, even Perconte who Joe wasn’t sure was even conscious. Malarkey leaned forward on his elbows, holding his face in his hands as he laughed. Babe had leaned over to grab Johnny’s shoulder, shaking him as if to convey how funny he thought it all was. Webster had a distant smile on his face as he stared at Joe with his mouth hanging agape. 

Staring at his giggling group of friends he wanted to take every one of them by the collar and give them a good punch. “I’m serious,” he slurred, “You fuckers better tell me who’s idea this was,” 

Suddenly fingers were pointing in every direction as each man yelled at another about how it was ‘his idea’. 

“The dress was Luz’s idea!”

“Well, Malarkey found the lipstick!”

“Yeah, and you’re the one who put it on!”

“You said we should do his eyes!”

The room was filled with overlapping cries of denial and accusation. The only one not taking part in the discourse was Webster who was still staring at Joe. Joe stared Webster down with a scowl, raising an eyebrow at him. Web only laughed and shook his head as he raised the bottle to his lips and took a swig. He raised it towards Liebgott, offering it to him. 

Joe rolled his eyes, wandering over to take the bottle from Webster. He took it and shuffled over to the opposite end of the couch that Perco and Luz were on. “You guys suck,” he grumbled, slouching back onto the couch, practically melting into it. He had his legs spread wide so that the dress rode up above his boxers and he couldn’t find it in himself to care. The lip of the bottle came away lipstick-stained as he took a gulp from it. 

Luz leaned past Perconte to jostle Lieb’s shoulder. “Fraulein, did you hear? The war’s over, I think that calls for some celebration! We’ve got a mighty fine selection of brave men who I’m sure would be honored to take you to bed.”

Everyone around the table hit it with their fists, laughing along with Luz. Joe glared at Luz, smacking his hand away.

“Yeah, c’mon, gimme a chance, Miss!” Babe laughed, pushing Lieb’s shoulder playfully. 

Joe would’ve retaliated against Babe except the fact he was trying to push Perconte back onto Luz’s side of the couch. He’d fallen over into Joe and was cuddling with his shoulder. “I hate all’a you, I should’a stayed asleep.” 

“I don’t think Web’s gotten any action since we left the states,” Malarkey giggled, letting his face fall back into his hands. 

Web’s eyes widened as he turned to Malarkey, taking a cork from the table and throwing it at him. “Shut. Up.” It could’ve been a joke, but the way his face turned red told everyone what they needed to know. 

Malarkey’s voice was muffled but he choked out, “I bet he’d love a chance with Fraulein Lieb.” 

[minticecodes]

I'm slowly getting through devil may cry v and got inspired enough to doodle again. Sure they aren't polished but I love looking at others' sketch dumps, it's like looking at a smorgasbord of ideas. So here you go. Read more for close ups of the other doodles. The ID in alt are the same as written in the text.

[I.D. Digital art. A boy in a shirt hoodie, Nero, sits cross legged as he leans backwards to smile up at his companion. Said companion is a tall horned knight, Nelo Angelo, kneeling behind Nero. Nelo gazes to the side, but braces his broadsword by Nero, and his cape drapes around where Nero's sitting. Nero is rendered in light blue and red, Nelo is rendered in light blue, and they're brightly illuminated. End I.D.]

(Was thinking of 'Love Seeketh Not Itself to Please' by Indigomoods on ao3 while doing this one).

[I.D. A number of digital art sketches, most prominently featuring Dante and Vergil from the Devil May Cry series. From top to bottom, right to left:

Headshots of two boys, Dante and Vergil. Short comic of a man (Dante) ruffling a boy's (Vergil's) hair. Sketch of two boys on a couch, one (Dante) looking concerned at the other (Vergil) in foetal position. Branches curl under the couch. Sketch of child Dante and Vergil in red and blue, running hand in hand. Thumbprint sized chibi child Dante and Vergil. Nero and Nelo sitting together.

Semirealistic headshot (DMCV Vergil) in blue. Boy (Dante) curled in a fire, and fire demon (SDT Dante) gazing at his palm against a black background. Loose sketches of a man's head, roughly scribbled out except one, and an angry cat with a sword. They're labelled in blue and red writing. Side profile of a young man in blues (DMC3 Vergil), face shadowed, a yellow ribbon curled in the background. Side profile of DMC3 Vergil. End I.D.]

[I.D. 4 black and white digital pen cartoony sketches of child Dante and Vergil. Head and bust shot of a boy with slicked back hair and black turtleneck (Vergil) looking right. His brows are furrowed, eyes narrowed; he looks unimpressed. Below is a head and bust shot of a boy with shoulder length hair and white shirt (Dante) looking left with wide eyes and a fang toothed, wide grin. Centre close up of a cloaked boy (Vergil) glaring up, brow furrowed. His hair hangs over a shadowed face. One narrowed eye is visible. Right sketch is of a cloaked boy (Vergil) hugging a book to his chest, referencing a Visions of V panel. His one visible eye is wide as he gazes down with a small expression. End I.D.]

[I.D. Coloured digital art over a black background. Two panels. Panel one is child Dante, arms hugging his legs as he sits within a fire raging around him. He's buried his face in his arms. Panel two is an adult Dante in his demonic SDT form. He gazes down at his clawed hand while the fiery core in his chest glows as the main source of light, casting shadows and red light against his armoured form. The tips of his claws seem to glow in the reflected light. End I.D.]

[I.D. Messy sketch of child Vergil and Dante, running hand in hand. The two look at each other with smiles, Dante with a wide grin and Vergil with closed lips and determined brows. Their full expressions aside from the smile cannot be seen; Dante's hair whips back and covers his face while Vergil's face is eyeless. They're softly rendered in light blue and red, and bright lighting. End I.D.]

[I.D. Messy sketch of child Vergil and Dante sitting on a couch, shot from behind the couch. Dante directs a concerned gaze to Vergil, his hand braced on the couch back as he leans closer. Vergil only looks down. His arms are curled around his knees. From the angle, his expression cannot be seen aside from a small frown. Under the couch slithers Qliphoth tree roots. End I.D.]

[I.D. Chibi doodle of child Vergil and Dante, holding hands. Light blue and red ovals were airbrushed on the page, and a pen lined out their features. They have round cheek patches, like budgies. Vergil has a cartoony pout and a book tucked under an arm, labelled with a V; Dante has a toothy grin and is making a bunny ears hand sign. End I.D.]

[I.D. 'DANTE' is evenly block printed in blue pen. Underneath are what looks to be the start of three portraits of Dante in black pen, but they're roughly scribbled out. The most detailed of the three scribbled out portraits is Dante's grinning side profile. He had sunglasses on. The only intact portrait is a shot of Dante from behind, from the chest up and face not visible aside from a grin. Carried on his back is the Devil Sword Dante, rendered in more detail than Dante.

Meanwhile 'VERGIL' is written in orange/red pen, but strikethroughed. Written above instead is 'PURR-GIL!!', an arrow pointing at a doodle of a cat holding a roughly drawn katana(Yamato). The cat is grimacing with furrowed brows. It has spiky fur on its head, a spiky curled tail, a thorn pattern on its arms resembling Vergil's coat sleeves, and fat round blushy cheeks. End I.D.]

[I.D. Semirealistic rendering of DMCV Vergil from the neck up in three quarter view. He's painted in blues, with soft red shadows. He glares at the viewer, brows furrowed. His irises are a soft red, and he has eye bags. His lips are somewhat glossy. To the side is the blue color palette. End I.D.]

[I.D. Stylised depiction of DMC3 Vergil glaring downwards in profile, from the chest up. He's rendered in blues, his face shadowed from the light against his back. Running over his skin are cracked gold lines, reminiscent of kintsugi. In the background curls a yellow ribbon in the same gold. He's wearing a sleeveless turtleneck and cravat. End I.D.]

[I.D. Stylised black and white lineart of DMC3 Vergil glaring in profile, lips sneering, from the neck up. He's in a coat and cravat. End I.D.]

[I.D. Messy comic.

Panel 1: DMCV Dante ruffling child Vergil's hair. Dante's face is out of the panel

Vergil (grimacing): "Dante!"

Panel 2: Vergil's staved off the hair ruffling, lifting up Dante's hand with both his hands. His brows are furrowed as he looks up at Dante. In the background is a laughing sound effect, that tapers off. 'HA HA ha...'

Panel 3: Adult Dante gazing down at child Vergil, arm hovering over him. His expression seems sad, despite the small smile.

Dante: ... I missed ya, Verge.

Vergil gazes up at Dante, a small question mark by his head. End I.D.]

[ilovedthestars]

i have. too many things to do.

[zibiscusloon]

“Yeah that’s me, you’re probably wondering how I ended up here-“

[lq-jikook]

im sorry but this is soooo boyfriend

[zer0point5ive]

dadbod lawrence. sound of everyone cheering !