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old art from 2017 that I still like :’))) copics and ink

#natan #satan and me #thisiskindagross-fanwork #noodle art #thisiskindagross #traditional art

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#yknow what I love? #that beneath the romantic feelings #they’re still best friends. their relationship hasn’t suddenly done a 180. they still banter and snark and have a grand ole time. #they’re best friends who kiss #and I just. really appreciate that. a lot of stories will make the main couple suddenly really mushy out of nowhere when that wasn’t #the dynamic that drew me to them in the first place #so yeah #i will always adore this comic and its characters #and the way it handles their relationships #natan #sorry just had to rant

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Heads up: Flashing light, flickering, rapid editing, beginning at roughly the 30-second mark

Wanted to experiment a bit with the timing of text and image together.

Thank you to all of you who left sweet messages in the tags of the last video, it feels good to be back.

Links in the first reblog!

#natan #Satan and me #i still love these videos

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can your pathetic elon musk bird site do this?

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Finally caught up with Lore Olympus!! These two, man...

#lore olympus #lo #colouring goals tbh

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#the kisses along her neck and jaw HRGNN #going feral going apeshit #natan

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youre back????

I never left!!! I just haven't been able to draw as much as I've wanted to because of ~adulting~

but I am always here to scream about stuff haha. whether it be SaM, LO, etc!

#noodle talk #flashback to 4 years ago when I could pick up a tablet every day ;u; #granted i was procrastinating on literally all of my assignments #but oh well #it be like that #just a lot less time to be on here nowadays

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catharsis

#happy halloween👻 #Lore Olympus #lore olympus webtoon #lore olympus fanart #persephone lore olympus #lore olympus persephone #webtoon lore olympus #noodle art #no but i was genuinely disappointed that we didn't get to see her go absolutely feral and beat kronos's ass in the finale #oh well #i'm hoping we're saving that for someone else #👀

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this was meant to be part of the comic dump last night but didn't quite make it in time

#miraculous ladybug #marichat #it hurts…but it hurts so good…..

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It’s a strange sensation, having to reacquaint oneself with their own body. Familiar but distant, like meeting an old friend after years apart, or remembering how to ride a bike, but stranger, because Natalie has to contend with the knowledge that somehow her body had operated without the whole of her soul for weeks, that there are aches she doesn’t remember and memories she made while not entirely present.

She’s still trying to orient herself, still trying to shake off the vague disconnect between her body and soul, still trying to make this angel help him because clearly he’s hurt, when he crashes into her, sending the both of them tumbling to the ground, chest to—

Chest.

The breath leaves her all at once, both from the force of him and from the shock of the collision. He buries his face in her neck, trembling, muttering something about a dream in a voice more fragile and vulnerable than she’s ever heard him, and here’s yet another thing she has to contend with, because this is such a far cry from the Lucifer she knew.

He’s hugging me? He never hugs me, she thinks to herself, tears springing to her eyes, because he doesn’t—or he hadn’t. This was the same man, the one who blanched at any signs of affection, who flustered himself when she so much as tried to hold his hand? 

She wraps her arms around him, feeling the warm stickiness of the blood coating his back, and she worries again. 

“I’m here,” she assures him, and carefully, so carefully, she probes along his back, checking for open wounds, making sure he really was fine, even as she voices the question, because her neck feels wet and not just from the sweat dampening his hair, and he’s still shaking, and his fingers dig just hard enough into her skin that she’s sure there will be small, fingertip-sized bruises, and she doesn’t trust that whatever he answers will be enough, not until she sees for herself.

His blood begins to crust under her nails, and her breath hitches as she grazes a long, gnarled scar running alongside his spine, and then a matching one on the other side, until common sense and his lack of a reaction tell her they’re old. How old, though, and from what? Those hadn’t been there before. 

“Are you sure this blood is dry?” she asks anyways, because there’s just so very much of it, “you’re not wounded?”

“I’m not injured, girl,” he says, tugging her closer, as if afraid she’s going to slip through his fingers again. She finishes her exploration of his back, content that there was nothing that needed urgent attention, and finally lets herself relax against him, letting the thrill of him being in her arms outweigh her concern.

She had missed him. Clearly he had missed her, too, and she didn’t know how often she would get this, if this hug was a one-off and he’d go back to being his normal self once he gave her the chance to get on his nerves again, so she was going to savor it.

“More importantly,” he continues, then pauses to cough in a way that has her worry spiking again, “you’re out… you’re finally out.” He pulls back a little, and frees her from his grip, raising his arms to cup her face in his—

Hands.

She turns her head for him instead of making him do it as he takes his turn to examine her, grinning widely through her tears him to show him that she was fine, that she was unharmed and whole and so very glad to see him again.

“I’m out!” she echoes cheerfully, and she feels his thumbs on her cheeks, swiping at tears that haven’t fallen yet. There’s a tension in his hands that resonates against her skin as he holds her close to him, but his shaking begins to subside, and there’s a warmth that begins to bloom in her chest that matches the overwhelming heat of him. He was her best friend, and while she knows words have never been his strong suit, the confirmation that he cares as deeply for her as she does for him is nice.

There’s a solemnity that she glimpses in his expression though, a seriousness she wants to banish in light of such a happy occasion, and she laughs again, breathlessly.

“Hey, hey!” she chides, leaning closer, trying to meet his eyes. “No more of this gloomy stuff. We should celebra—“ He moves fast.

She had forgotten how fast he was, when he wanted to be, and she barely gets the rest of the word out before he can muffle it with his—

Lips.

Her eyes widen reflexively, but it takes her brain a moment to catch up, to realize what’s happening. 

Lucifer is… he’s… kissing her?

It’s over before she can process it. Her breath leaves her all at once again, the moment he pulls back. But his hands fall away from her face and he drops his head back to the crook of her neck, slumping against her in exhaustion. If he knows that he’s shocked the living daylights out of her, he doesn’t show it.

“Sure,” he mumbles into her skin, as her mind still reels, her heart still races, her lips still tingle, “we can celebrate.”

She’s still processing how to be in her own body again, and the sudden tumble of conflicting emotions makes her feel like she’s breaking apart. Surely… surely this couldn’t be her Lucifer? Surely he didn’t know what he was doing? Surely he couldn't know what that meant?

But she has no other explanation, and as she lets her arms fall limply back around him, she can’t deny that it certainly feels like Lucifer. As she tries to sort through all the what if’s and the but’s, she can’t deny that it hadn’t felt… wrong.

For the first time in her life, she doesn’t know what to say, but the weight in her arms is hard to ignore, even in the middle of a crisis. She looks down at the top of his head, feeling all the new heat in her cheeks, and there’s a part of her that claws its way through the mess, the fiercely protective part of her, that wonders what, exactly, had happened while she had been gone.

She wonders at the scars she’d felt on his back, at the change in his behavior, and beneath the stark, flustered shock, Natalie begins to burn.

#THIS KILLS THE MAN #natan

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surprise kiss

#satan and me #Satan and Me fanwork #natan #noodle art #thisiskindagross #thisiskindagross-fanwork

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mi reina

#THAT FINALE THO....... #im obsessed with her new look. damn. #also bees #lore olympus #persephone #lore olympus persephone #persephone lore olympus #lo persephone #persephone lo #lore olympus spoilers #lore olympus webtoon #webtoon lore olympus #lore olympus fanart #noodle art

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#SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP #I’m!!!!!!!!!!! #i had a sneaking suspicion after reading orange’s tweets but #it’s REAL ITS CANON #don’t mind me just going feral #after years away from the fandom #i know there’s some other mf in there too but idk this feels like nat’s genuine reaction so #that’s what I’m going to choose to believe 😭

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(will i ever get tired of drawing kisses and cuddles? probably not.)

heyy @astarisms i was your backup secret satan! so of course i had to draw you some natan ;) hope you had a good holidays!!

#noodle art #satan and me #satanandmegiftexchange2017 #thisiskindagross-fanwork #natan #drawing this was #good stress relief

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Why not start the year off with some cute guys in dresses, hot girls in suits, and Raphael as a male model?

@ayusaurus  ;)

#super cool! #i love gabe's metatron's and zad's #satan and me

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happy new year, ya big marshmallow.

heya @lifeisahipster!!! i was your secret satan ;)

#satanandmegiftexchange2017 #noodle art #satan and me #thisiskindagross-fanwork #satan and me fanwork #natan #natalie #satan #they for sure stayed up for the countdown and to watch the fireworks #well #luce pretended to fall asleep #but nat wasn't fooled #guess which bitch posted this right at 12:00am

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decided to redo this picture that i drew of ipos and sheila because…..yike…… it’s cool to see how much i’ve progressed with art over the past year though!!!

#this is so PRETTY #you've improved so much even though your art's always been beautiful!!!!! #satan and me