In between class shenanigans
hourly comic i posted on twitter
Out of Control
OMNB Lesson 37 Spoiler!!
The Gang React to You Falling Asleep on Them
Lucifer
*deep sigh that speaks volumes to how difficult it is for this man to get any sleep, and here you are, conked out on his shoulder...*
If you don't wake up within a few minutes, he'll have no choice but to move. He is not the sort to be so sentimental that he can't bear the thought of disturbing your precious sleeping face. Of course, he won't be an asshole about it; he'll be careful and try not to wake you up. He might even drape his jacket over you for your nap.
But only if he doesn't need it.
Mammon
"Hey, my arm's gettin' a little stiff, can I just-- ...ah."
Oh. Ah. Alright. Cool. This is happening. Hmm. Damn. Not super comfortable, and it's kinda inconvenient to be trapped here, but, pshh, what's he supposed to do, wake up a sleeping human? He's heard that can lead to...cardiac arrest, or something. He ain't gonna murder you just to move a little sooner.
You did not just start snuggling him in your sleep. Did Mammon score today or did he score today? Too bad his arm's starting to fall asleep, but, well, nothin' in life is free.
Leviathan
"What...? WHAAAAAAT?" (But only in his brain. He doesn't want to wake you up. Mammon says that can lead to cardiac arrest in humans.)
He's pretty sure he's the one who's going to keel over from heart problems at this rate. He hadn't even realized you were getting sleepy. Are you bored watching him tackle this single-player old school RPG? Did you hate it all this time and you never even mentioned it?! Why is your face so close?! Do you not have any idea the kind of mental torture you're putting him through right now?!
Deep breaths, Levi. Deep breaths. This happens in anime all the time. It's...usually a good thing! It means that the main character and their love interest are tripping all the right flags, and... and how long is this scene going to last? Those scenes almost always end with the two still on the couch, then they skip to the next day or something. How long is he going to have to just sit here... suffering...?
After about ten minutes, he's reached his limit and he gently shakes you awake. He is so embarrassed that he insists you go to bed now, and he will not take no for an answer. Good night. Goodbye. *door slams*
AAAAHHHHHHHHH.
Satan
"Hm? Have you been getting enough sleep...?"
Satan would be very pleased with the situation, though probably less intensely excited than Mammon. He'll make whatever small adjustment is necessary for his comfort, then settle in and read for as long as it takes you to wake up. He feels very warm and fuzzy. It's nice. Hopefully you do this more often. But he should really ask you about your sleep schedule. Levi must be forcing you to stay awake too often.
Asmodeus
"Aww, aren't you adorable?"
This is precious. He needs to document it. As soon as he realizes what's happening, he'll carefully pull out his D.D.D., making sure not to wake you up, and start snapping pics. A few of you, a few dozen selfies with you, a few with him pretending to be asleep too, and then a perfect shot of him kissing your forehead. Grammable as fuck.
Er... is that drool he can see in one of those photos? ...You're going to have to wake up. You can't just drool on his brand-name jacket.
Beelzebub
"Oh."
He's used to people falling asleep on him, so this doesn't really throw him for much of a loop. However, he's a bit more careful of waking you up. He knows that if he wakes Belphie, he'll just fall back asleep within a few seconds, but you're not quite so adaptable. So he'll do his best to stay quiet and not move much.
But no matter how hard he tries, he's never going to be able to turn off his stomach. You'll probably wake up with a start as his stomach roars at you about twenty inches from your face.
Belphegor
"...zzzz..."
Who are we kidding, we all know he was asleep first. Probably, he's the reason you fell asleep so easily. He's soft and warm, perfect for drifting off to dreamland...
Diavolo
"Very bold! You really are astonishingly brave."
It's not every day someone has the stones to fall asleep in his presence, let alone fall asleep and use him as some sort of glorified pillow. What a nice change of pace.
He'll continue doing whatever it is he was doing before, but he is a busy demon, running the Devildom and all. He'll slowly and carefully extricate himself when it's time to move, then have Barbatos bring you a blanket and prepare some tea for when you wake up.
Barbatos
"Humans are awfully needy creatures, aren't they."
He can't help but chuckle. You just pass out during the middle of the day? Then again, it's possible you're probably not entirely well. He'll have to disturb the young master to ask what sort of accommodations to make for you. Of course, he's sure Diavolo won't mind. But it's irresponsible to let yourself drift off like this in the castle of the king of the demons, isn't it? This isn't a resort.
Sleep well, human.
Solomon
"You're just looking cute on purpose now, aren't you?"
Oh well! Looks like he's stuck here for now. Too bad. He'll smile, put an arm around you, kick his feet up, and settle in for the long haul. Hopefully you're able to get a good, solid nap in.
Most likely, you both will. He'll pass out too within ten minutes, give or take.
Simeon
"Oh- shh. There, there."
Well, if you aren't adorable... You must be so tired. He's glad you feel so at ease with him that you let yourself fall asleep, and you certainly look cute, but he's also a little concerned that you're this tired. He'll patiently wait for you to wake up. Then he'll make you some tea and gently remind you to take better care of your health.
Luke
"Eh...?! Hey! ...WAKE UP!"
How tired are you?! You need to get better sleep! Sheesh, you need to be more careful too. You almost crushed him.
Nightbringer chat spoilers
Am happy you thought of me first to message over this, babe. But...Can you send me pics of yourself more instead of him? lol
Them as My Demon because yes >:)
commissions for @katboykirby!! mischief is being caused >:)
Pride and Vanity
I thought it would be fun to do this. I know I forgot a lot of details but as you can most certainly see from the rendering, I do not have the motivation to make this good.
Did you know that pride and vanity are different? I didn’t realise until recently.
churned out another drawing for the day!
"So, this is where you've been hiding, Miriam."
Miri, shivering still despite the blanket around her shoulders, soon felt the heavy weight of a familiar black coat on her head, seeing the grey fur collar out of her peripheral vision. She looked up in surprise, recognizing this overcoat anywhere.
"Lucifer!" she exclaimed as he crossed his arms, smirking at her.
"But, you just woke up!" Miri continued. "You should be resting in bed! You should be-!"
She stopped as a small sneeze overtook her, stopping her worried spiel. Lucifer replaced his coat over her head, frowning at seeing how much was shivering again.
"Well, one of us should be resting in bed, but I don't think it should be me."
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Had wanted to write a lil something for Nightbringer Lesson 38, but I had already promised myself that I was done writing for this year, so I decided to draw out the scene I wanted instead when I realized I didn't have anything for my year end art summary for December, thus the idea for this little comic.
Plus, I was also trying to use up an old sketchbook I found on my shelf that wasn't finished, but it had not so thick paper that I like using markers on, thus why this one is done with completely with colored pencils!
Had a great time making all the art I did this year. I'm proud of the progress I made this year!
Next post after this will be my 2023 Art Summary!
Have a good rest of the year and good 2024!
A Late Birthday Present for Dearest Iudex 🌧️
Holidays with Uzumaki-Haruno
it's been a while since I drew them in ugly sweaters :)
Wesołych Świąt!
Not danmei. Just finished this piece :) my dragon 2nd husband haha (first one is zhongli)
Dear Satan… Christmas is coming and I couldn’t resist. I’ve been thinking about how Satan would handle a mix up like this for a while…
Satan read the letter, then read it again. “Hey, are kids allowed to make pacts with demons?” He waved the letter towards Mammon and Levi who were playing Devilcraft in the family room. Mammon snorted out a laugh, “No! what the hell gave you that idea?”
Satan looked at the letter again. “Its just this 8 year old sent me a letter telling me about themselves and asked for a kitten and a job for her dad. Why would they do that if they didn’t want to make a pact?”
“What the hell?” Mammon suddenly got up, causing Levi to jolt and lose his concentration. “Hey!”
Mammon ignored him and snatched the letter from Satan’s hand. “Dear Satan, I was a good girl this year…” he looked at Satan. “Ain’t ya ever seen a letter to Santa before? She obviously spelt the name wrong and it came to you!” Mammon laughed. “Holy shit, you got a letter meant for Santa!” He held his sides and laughed. Levi started laughing too.
Satan frowned and snatched the letter back. “No, I’ve never heard of Santa, who the hell is he?”
Levi laughed and then stopped when he saw Satan’s face. He coughed. “He’s a folklore character from the human world, he brings presents on Dec 24th to kids around the world who believe in him. Or so they’re told. More like its a way to get kids to conform to societal norms… the concept has been around for centuries!” He clicked away on his laptop and brought up a website. “Here see, this is the history of Santa and Christmas. Traditionally he’s shown as a dude in a red and white outfit who rides a sled drawn by reindeer. A lot of traditional stuff has been mixed in over the centuries from different cultures.”
Satan read the article and inspected the pictures closely. “hmmm” he said and then got up and wandered off, carrying the letter with him muttering under his breath, “hmm Cindy… 8yrs old..”
Mammon and Levi watched him go, looked at each other and shrugged. Mammon sat back down and grabbed his controller. “Where were we?”
In his room Satan pulled some books off his shelves, and started reading.
Several days later Satan asked permission to visit the human world for research purposes. The silly child had put their address on the letter they’d sent so he knew the exact city he had to visit. He was a little shocked when he arrived and had to review his notes twice. The house was in good shape, but worn out as were the homes around it. This was definitely not an affluent area of the city.
He settled in to study the family and their habits. Just because someone wants a pet, didn’t mean they were capable or trustworthy to raise one!
Back at the house of Lamentation Satan was reviewing his notes and calculating numbers. When Mammon walked by he called out to him. “How do you choose who you help?” Mammon stopped and stared at him. “Wwhat? What ya talking about?!” Mammon shifted his stance slightly, obviously nervous.
“Well you go to the human world often, and you help families out. How do you decide who’ll you help? I thought it was a simple question even your simple brain could understand?” Mammon flushed and clenched his fists. “How’d ya know about that!?” Satan sighed, “really Mammon? was it a secret? I talked to a few witches who even directed me to the families you’ve helped.” He tilted his head at his brother. “Or is it that you want to pretend you only ever go to the human world to gamble and make trouble?”
Mammon’s face grew hotter and he swallowed nervously. “ I just, I. I j-just d-don’t want certain demons getting the idea I”m soft! Tha’s all!” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Aaah d-damn. Since you found out. I usually help tha’ ones tha’ are picking pockets, or begging outside them liquor stores. Can’t stand seeing a kid doin’ tha’. I often help them feed their families and find opportunities for them and any older siblings or if their parents are trying.. I help them find jobs.” Mammon twisted the feather on his jacket and stole a peek at Satan. To his surprise Satan was making notes and seemed to be genuinely listening. A few more questions later, Satan sat in his room reviewing his plan.
December 6th…
“Honey, honey! I got it!” Cindy watched her dad wave his phone over his head. She hadn’t seen him smile like that for months. Her heart started to beat faster, did he get the job he wanted? Her mom walked over and finally managed to grab the phone from her husband’s hand. Her eyes widened and she stared at him. Tears started to form in her eyes as she covered her mouth. He grabbed her and pulled her close. “I got it, they want me to come in on Monday for an orientation. I can’t believe it..” Her dad broke down and Cindy watched her parents crying and holding each other their words jumbling over each other. Her dad turned to her and held his arms out. “Sweetie, daddy got the job! Your letter to Santa must have worked!” Her heart soared! It worked? Santa listened to her wish? Maybe, just maybe he’d grant her other wish too!
December 13th…
Cindy watched the morning news closely. Normally she wasn’t interested, but today they had people from the animal rescue place on and they were talking about a prize draw. Proceeds went to help the animals, and the grand prize winner could get vet care and pet food for a year. She wrote down the information carefully in her note book. Mommy had some stamps left over so she could mail in her entry.
The door bell startled her and she watched her mom get up to answer the door. She peeked around the hall and watched as her mom talked to a tall man with blonde hair. He was from the pet rescue! She cautiously walked closer to hear and over heard him say he was gathering entries for the draw she’d just heard about. She took her mom’s hand and silently pleaded with her. Her mom sighed and told the man she only had a few dollars. His smile was gentle as he winked at Cindy. “That is okay ma’am. I think a smile from your little Angel would be a bigger donation than any amount of money.” Cindy giggled at the silly adult, her? an Angel?!, and smiled shyly. He clutched his chest dramatically and made her mom laugh. As he wished them a good day, he handed Cindy a piece of paper. It wasn’t until he left that she looked at it better and realized it was a ticket stub. She carefully tucked it away in her diary after she recorded everything that had happened.
December 25th- midnight.
A flash of light startled Cindy awake. She froze thinking it was a thunderstorm but everything was quiet. She got up and looked out the window. There was a light snow falling and her snowman’s hat already had a dusting of snow on it. The Christmas lights her daddy had put up we’re still on casting multiple colours over the bushes and walkway. Her parents had told her they couldn’t decorate this year, but after daddy got his new job he’d come home and dug the decorations out of the attic and all three of them had spent a day laughing and decorating the house with everything they could find. Mommy had surprised her with a new pad of paper and crayons so Cindy had created all sorts of pictures and cut out links to make paper chains for the tree and windows. Cause daddy had brought home a tree! A real tree! Mommy had made popcorn and they’d both told stories about their Christmas’ when they’d been kids and showed her how to string the popcorn.
As Cindy admired the lights she heard a creak. That was the living room. The floor by the fireplace always creaked when adults walked by it. Was it Santa?! She looked outside but couldn’t see a sled..but her friends said he always parked on the roof and she couldn’t see that from her window.
She bit her lip…did she dare going down to look? She grabbed her housecoat and ran to the door. She listened and heard the floor creak again.
After creeping down the stairs, Cindy peeked around the entrance to the living room. There was someone there! “Hey, hey don’t do that.” A soft male voice came from by the tree. She heard a small mew and a man stood up. “Just be patient. It won’t be a long wait, why don’t you sleep?” Cindy gasped and slapped her hands over her mouth. The tall blonde man who’d been to their house selling tickets turned with a surprised look on his face. He frowned slightly. “You aren’t supposed to be awake. Isn’t that part of the contract?” Cindy stared at him confused..contract? Oh! You weren’t supposed to spy on Santa! Her face contorted in horror. “I-I’m sorry!” He waved his hands to shush her sudden outburst. “Shhh you’ll wake your parents.” He walked over and crouched in front of her. His sudden smile made her blush and duck her head. “Looks like I found the perfect match as Lucy isn’t sleeping either.” Cindy looked at him him puzzlement. She tilted her head. “Who’s Lucy?” The man stood and held out his hand. He was wearing a red suit, similar to what her daddy wore for work, but all red. He had a green scarf around his neck and green gloves. She took his hand and he led her to the tree. A small basket with a giant green bow was under the tree. Inside was a small kitten. It’s body was mainly white, but one ear was orange and the other was brown and Cindy could just see a tiny black tail pointing straight up. The kitten mewed when it saw her and started to climb out of the basket. The man chuckled and picked it up. “Lucy, meet Cindy.” He handed the kitten to her and spoke again. “Cindy this is Lucy. Please take care of her.” Cindy held the kitten as they stared at each other and the man’s words sunk in. “She’s mine? Really? She can stay?” He chuckled and stroked the kitten’s head making it purr. “Yes, didn’t you ask for one for Christmas?” He stood and straightened his jacket. “Take care of each other.” And he disappeared. Cindy fell on her bum and looked around. Where’d he go? She gasped, holding Lucy against her chest. Santa! She’d just met Santa! She’d not recognized him since he’d been younger and didn’t have a beard! Lucy patted her face with a paw and Cindy forgot her questions and became absorbed with the kitten. Eventually the excitement caught up to them both and they fell asleep on the sofa curled against each other.
December 25th - 9:00am
Cindy’s dad swore quietly as the phone jolted him awake. “Yes? Hello? Who?…We won what? But we don’t have a cat? Hold on, one moment. Honey? Did we get a cat?”
His wife sat up and looked at him. “A cat? No we don’t..” She was interrupted by Cindy’s sudden entrance and scream “Mommy! Daddy! Look what Santa brought me!!” Her parents stared in stunned amazement at the tiny kitten in their daughter’s hands. Cindy’s dad muttered into the phone. “Ah, I guess we do have a cat and thank you. It looks like winning that prize is going to come in very handy.”