#joey babbles

[sandflakedraws]

hi i'd just like you to know that your illustration for ABoT of reigen meeting mogami, looking composed on the surface, but arrayed around him are renditions of him experiencing every single stage of grief plus all the animorph transitions between them has had such an impact that both me and my partner reference That Art Specifically whenever we're trying to invoke that particular vibe, i have legitimately lost count of the number of times we've said "[character] is in Ten Thousand Screaming Reigens about it" by now and i'm sure we will be continuing to use it long into the future XD your art is fantastic and i hope you have a good day

[the ten thousand screaming reigens]

8D !! I AM BEYOND DELIGHTED TO LEARN THIS.

WHAT AN ABSOLUTE TREASURE !!!

[peachdearest]

i will. do a double upload tmrw for the agere board challenge <3 i got a covid booster today and i feel exhaaausted

[oldfashionedmorphine]

mondays have become my new wednesdays (for wips) since i work on wednesday instead of monday now lol…so with that said, here’s a wip for my byler + henderhop 10 things i hate about you au :)

it’s much longer than i would usually share but i worked a lot on these scenes the past two days and i wish i could start posting this story already, but unfortunately i keep writing everything out of order and there’s a lot that still needs work for the first chapter 🥲 but for now, please enjoy my two favorite schemers; dustin and lucas <3

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“Dude, you’ll never guess what happened!”

“What?”

Dustin looks around at the bustling hallway. “On second thought—not here, too many ears,” he says, then he leads Lucas into the nearest bathroom. And Lucas sighs at him when he checks under the stalls to make sure the coast is clear first. “Okay, so get this—she didn’t say no!”

“Huh?”

“I asked Jane out and she didn’t say no.”

“Wait—she actually said yes?”

“Well, no—she still isn’t allowed to date, just like you said—but stay with me a moment, ‘cause here’s the kicker—her dad just changed the rules! She told me she can date once her brother does. Can you believe it?! All we have to do is find someone for him and then it’s a done deal!”

“Uh…we?”

“Yeah, well, I thought since I don’t exactly know enough people around here that maybe you’d have a better idea of who’d be up for such a challenge. ‘Cause Jane said Will’s kind of a—”

“Dick?”

“Yup,” he says, nodding. “So?”

“So, what?”

“Do you know someone who might be interested in dating a difficult guy?”

“Uh…yeah, so here’s the thing…Will’s—”

“Gay? Yeah, I know—Jane told me that already.”

“Right, but that’s the problem—I don’t know of any other gay guys in school. He’s kinda the only one.”

“Oh—shit. That sucks."

“Sorry.”

“No, no—it’s fine. Like every other problem there’s always a solution. We just have to think outside the box.”

“Uh-huh.” Lucas checks his watch. “Well, we only got five more minutes until class starts, so maybe we should—”

“Hold on, I just need a sec—it’ll come to me…” Dustin taps a finger on his bottom lip as he starts to pace back and forth while Lucas folds his arms and leans against the wall. Think, dammit—if no one else in this school is gay, and finding someone outside of town would be too much of a logistical nightmare to try and arrange, then how could we get this to work? It’s not like we can force someone to be gay…but maybe—maybe someone could just pretend—yes! That’s it! He snaps his fingers. “I got it! What if—what if we find a guy and we convince him to pretend he’s interested in Will?”

Lucas furrows his brow. “What?”

“Think about it—we don’t need them to actually be gay, they just need to pretend they are.”

“And how would you convince someone to do that?”

“Easy—with money. Everyone has a price, right?”

“I don’t know about that—would you fake being gay for money?”

“I’m not a potential suitor, so my own personal answer to that question is completely irrelevant to the point I’m making.”

“In other words; no?”

“What?! I never said that! All I’m trying to say is that there’s gotta be one guy in this school willing to date Will for a couple bucks!”

“Well,” Lucas shrugs, “I guess…potentially there is at least one guy I can think of who’d maybe be up for it if the money’s good enough—I mean, I don’t know him that well, I’ve just heard some stuff, so no guarantees—but I definitely don’t have enough money to convince anyone of anything.”

“Me either…” Dustin hums, then he snaps his fingers again. “Which means we’re also gonna need someone to help finance the operation—someone rich, but also stupid enough to believe it's all their idea. Know anyone like that?”

“Actually…yeah.” Lucas grins. “You remember Troy, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, the other day after practice, I overheard him in the locker room talking with some of the guys…about Jane.”

“Oh yeah? What’d he say?”

“They were kinda ragging on him a little about how he’s never had a girlfriend and he mentioned that she was the only girl in school he was interested in and how much it sucked she can’t date anyone. So…it’ll probably be pretty easy to convince him to try and pay a guy to date Will if he truly thinks it’ll give him a chance with her.”

“Okay—yeah. We can work with that,” Dustin says. “Think you can get him on board?”

“I’ll talk to him during lunch, but we gotta get to class before—” the bell rings, “—and we’re late.”

“Shit. Sorry.”

“Man, you owe me a soda.”

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Halfway through lunchtime, they get the ball rolling on their ploy with Troy.

Lucas hangs back for a couple minutes while Dustin gets into place. He slides into a seat at a table adjacent to Troy and his friends as nonchalantly as possible—Lucas told him the plan would work best if he didn’t hover, so the compromise was for him to sit within earshot while pretending to study his chemistry textbook. So far they hadn’t noticed him. He gives Lucas a thumbs up from across the cafeteria, then he watches as Lucas signals back before he moves to approache Troy’s table.

“Aye yo, Troy,” Lucas says with a casual upward nod.

Troy looks up at Lucas, seeming mildly annoyed at the intrusion. “Sinclair,” he replies.

“Got a sec?”

“For now. What’s up?”

Lucas takes a seat in one of the empty chairs. “So, uh…couldn’t help but overhear you talking the other day,” he says, then lowers his voice to a whisper and Dustin can barely hear him, “about Jane Hopper.”

He huffs. “Yeah, what about her?”

“I just…I had a thought—figured it couldn’t hurt to run it by you, you know, just to see if it’s something you’d be interested in.”

Troy shares a quick look with one of his friends—James something, from what Dustin can remember—then he looks back at Lucas, shrugging a shoulder. “Shoot.”

“Okay, so, basically, the situation seems to be that you wanna get with Jane, but her dad won’t let her date anyone until her brother starts dating, yet the odds of that ever happening are practically zero, since you’ve got two major factors working against you when it comes to Will Byers; obviously, everyone knows he’s gay, so the—”

“Are you planning on telling me something I don’t already know anytime soon, Sinclair?”

“Dude, let me finish.”

“Then spit it out already.”

“Hire someone. Pay a guy to take him out—ideally someone not afraid of a little challenge since he’s a bit of a headcase.”

Troy frowns, and when it seems as if a cat had got his tongue, his friend James speaks up, “Got anyone in mind?”

Lucas scans the cafeteria, then he points to the guy he told him about earlier—Mike Wheeler. “Him.”

“Frogface?” James says, laughing as he nudges Troy in the arm.

“Yup. He’s the one you want.”

“Okay, but why him?” Troy asks, brow still furrowed.

“Well, I don’t know what you’ve heard, but the word is that his parents cut him off after he got sent to juvie during sophomore year, so he’s always strapped for cash now—my friend Greg said he was even bragging to some guys in his English class about how he sold part of his liver on the black market to buy a new bass guitar last summer. So I highly doubt he’d say no if you make it worth his while. Plus, he’s clearly done way worse shit than having to date someone like Will Byers—just seems like a solid investment to me.”

“Right,” Troy says—he doesn’t seem convinced or all that interested. “If you say so.”

“Hey—all I’m saying is it can’t hurt to see if he’s willing. You’ve really got nothing to lose if he says no, but everything to gain if he says yes. He gets paid, you get laid—just sayin’.”

Troy’s face turns the slightest shade of pink. He glances around the table at his friends, then looks back at Lucas, nodding. “I’ll consider it…but why the hell are you even telling me this anyway? What’s in it for you?”

“Simple. You get Coach to let me start for finals. I’m tired of being kept on the bench until the last five minutes of the game in the hopes I’ll score him a Hail Mary. Because it’s complete bullshit. You know full well we wouldn’t even need a Hail Mary if he gave me more time on the court, but for some strange reason Coach doesn’t see it that way, and we all know you’re the only one who can change his mind—seeing as he’s your dad and all.”

“Fine. But I swear, Sinclair, you better not choke if—”

Lucas snorts, then he gets up from the table. “Trust me, I won’t…anyway, I’ll catch you ladies later at practice.” He starts to walk away and nods at Dustin, signaling him to follow him, and then they both head toward the cafeteria exit.

“Are we sure we can trust him though?” Dustin asks once they’re in the hallway.

“Man, I wouldn’t trust Troy any farther than you could throw him…but if he can’t convince Mike to take out Will, then it won’t even matter anyway. Right?”

“True…”

tagging some of my fans: @boahey @total-serene560 @magentamee @greenfiend @foodiewithdahoodie @smalltownwheeler @stranger-things-yapper

[teenagefeeling]

joey and rachel should have ended up together i will die on that hill forever

[livethrushit]

when i first watched friends i was 13 years-old and far younger than the characters in the show. i'm now re-watching as someone older than ALL the characters is WILDDDDD. my tldr thoughts on the characters/plots from my 13 y.o pov & my pov now

monica 13: bossy (derogatory), uptight 33: endearing as fuck, doing her best, holding the world together for the group, bossy (lovingly, adoringly)

rachel 13: effortlessly chic, beautiful, so cool 33: effortlessly chic, beautiful, ABSOLUTELY ROMANTICALLY UNHINGED

phoebe 13: fascinatingly weird, aspirational, cool clothes 33: fascinating, aspirational, cool clothes, Gets It, the most self-confident and assured person

ross 13: nerdy and interesting, a romantic, underrated, cute 33: WHINY, unreasonable *a lot* of the time, very funny season 3 onward, also super romantically unhinged.

chandler 13: favorite character, hysterical, A Fun Guy 33: fun and awkward, biting, cynical

joey 13: intimidating, too flirty 33: a beautiful himbo, absolute ally, sweet angel bby, good dresser

rachel x ross: rachel deserved better

monica x chandler: still a great pairing and i'm glad it happened

phoebe x mike: still my otp of the show

joey x no one: keep my toxic fuckboy free!!! the ladies of new york deserve peace

[cheekycritters]

joey being able to guess my new crush Immediately has broken me (i have a new crush by the way and it might be my worst one yet).

[doodle17]

Joey Drew is irredeemable and deserved everything he got in Dark Revival

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[goldfades]

a bengal welcome | JOE BURROW⁹ [009]

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MASTERLIST

⟢ ┈ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1.3k

⟢ ┈ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | bengals meeting hayes for the first time!

⟢ ┈ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | nothing but fluff!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄, one hand steady on the wheel, the other resting lazily on the console between you. Hayes was securely strapped into his car seat in the back, his tiny fists waving in the air like he was orchestrating a symphony.

"You sure we’ve got everything?" Joe asked, glancing at you as you double-checked the baby bag for the third time.

"Diapers, wipes, formula, bottles, extra clothes, his favorite blanket," you listed off, zipping the bag shut with a decisive tug. "Yep, I think we’re good. Unless Hayes has something catastrophic planned, but let’s pray he doesn’t."

Joe chuckled under his breath. “He’s my kid. Odds aren’t great.”

You shot him a playful glare, leaning back in your seat. “Well, let’s hope he takes after me in the ‘not causing chaos’ department.”

The spring sun streamed through the windows, the light dancing over Joe’s profile. He wore a casual hoodie and a cap pulled low, but the little flickers of excitement in his eyes gave him away. Despite his laid-back demeanor, you knew he was looking forward to this.

It wasn’t just any gathering—it was the first time Joe’s teammates would be meeting Hayes, and Ja’Marr had insisted on hosting a little welcome-baby party at his place. You could already picture the chaos waiting for you there, with half the Bengals ready to turn a simple gathering into an impromptu celebration.

“I bet Ja’Marr has some wild decorations,” you said, watching the scenery pass outside.

“Guaranteed,” Joe replied with a smirk. “He texted me a picture of a balloon arch at like 2 a.m. last night.”

You laughed, imagining Ja’Marr staying up late to perfect the setup. “Well, at least he’s taking his duties as ‘honorary uncle’ seriously.”

The drive passed quickly, and before you knew it, Joe was pulling into Ja’Marr’s driveway, which was lined with cars and a few oversized SUVs that you recognized as belonging to other players. Sure enough, there was a massive balloon arch at the entrance, spelling out Welcome Baby Hayes! in bold, glittering letters.

“Subtle,” Joe muttered, grinning as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

You glanced back at Hayes, who was wide-eyed and babbling nonsense to his stuffed tiger. “Alright, baby boy,” you said softly. “Let’s go meet Dad’s other family.”

Joe grabbed the baby bag while you carefully lifted Hayes out of his car seat, holding him close as the two of you walked up to the door. The second you stepped inside, the noise hit—a chorus of cheers and shouts greeting you like a wave.

“There he is!”

“Joey B and Baby B!”

“Look at this little guy!”

The Bengals were in full force, a mix of giant smiles, loud voices, and open arms. Ja’Marr was the first to approach, grinning ear to ear as he took in the sight of Hayes.

“Man, he’s even smaller than I thought,” Ja’Marr said, bending down slightly to get a better look. “What’s up, little guy? I’m your Uncle Ja’Marr. You’re gonna hear a lot about me.”

Hayes blinked at him, his tiny face scrunching up like he wasn’t sure how to feel about the towering man in front of him.

“Give him some space, Chase,” Tee Higgins joked, nudging Ja’Marr aside. “You’re probably scaring the poor kid.”

“Scaring him?” Ja’Marr shot back, feigning offense. “I’m the most likable guy in the room.”

You laughed, adjusting Hayes in your arms as Joe stepped in beside you, offering nods and grins to his teammates. “He’s already used to noise, trust me,” you said.

As the party got underway, the team took turns fawning over Hayes. Sam Hubbard tried to cradle him like a football, earning a sharp “don’t even think about it” from you, while Evan McPherson made Hayes giggle with a silly face. Even the usually stoic players softened around your baby, their towering frames and booming voices taking on a gentle edge.

“He’s got your baby blues,” Tyler Boyd remarked to Joe, who had settled next to you on the couch, looking proud and a little overwhelmed by all the attention.

“Yeah,” Joe said, glancing at Hayes with a faint smile. “He’s a good mix of both of us, though.”

You smiled, leaning into Joe’s side as Hayes cooed and wiggled in your lap. It was chaos, sure, but the good kind—the kind that made you feel surrounded by love and warmth.

The party buzzed on, filled with warm chatter and soft laughter, but Joe’s focus never wavered. Hayes had become the star of the show, passed around like a delicate treasure as each of Joe’s teammates clamored for a turn to hold him.

“Alright, my turn,” Tee Higgins declared, holding out his arms.

You glanced at Joe, who was standing just a few steps away, his shoulders tense as if Hayes might suddenly sprout wings and fly out of someone’s grip.

Tee chuckled. “Relax, man. I’ve got nieces and nephews. I know what I’m doing.”

Joe hesitated, his jaw tightening before he finally nodded. “Just… make sure his head’s supported.”

“Got it, Dad,” Tee replied with a teasing grin. He carefully scooped Hayes out of your arms, holding him securely. “See? No problem.”

Joe crossed his arms, his eyes glued to Hayes like a hawk watching its prey. His lips pressed into a thin line every time Hayes wiggled or let out a tiny noise.

“You’re gonna burn a hole into Tee’s face if you keep staring like that,” you whispered to Joe, nudging him lightly.

“He’s fine,” Joe muttered, though his feet shifted as if he were ready to lunge at any moment.

Ja’Marr sidled up beside him, clapping him on the back. “Man, you’ve gotta chill. Hayes is cool. Tee’s not gonna drop him.”

“Yeah, I know,” Joe replied quickly. But his body language said otherwise, every muscle taut as he watched Tee sway gently with Hayes, making goofy faces that earned a few soft coos from the baby.

As the night went on, each teammate took their turn. Evan, with his steady kicker’s hands, rocked Hayes expertly, drawing a rare smile from Joe. Even the defensive linemen, whose hands were more accustomed to crushing quarterbacks than cradling babies, handled Hayes with surprising gentleness.

Sam leaned down to whisper something to Hayes, his voice soft but gruff. “Alright, little guy. In a few years, we’ll get you in pads, yeah?”

“Over my dead body,” Joe shot back, his voice sharp enough to draw a laugh from the room.

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched Joe. His protectiveness wasn’t new, but seeing it in action with Hayes added a new layer to the man you already loved. There was something endearing about the way he hovered, his eyes darting from one set of hands to the next, his whole demeanor a mixture of pride and quiet panic.

Finally, Ja’Marr got his turn, holding Hayes with a confidence that rivaled Joe’s own. “See? This is how you do it,” he said, rocking Hayes like a natural.

Joe didn’t respond, but his eyes stayed locked on Hayes, his lips twitching every time the baby shifted.

“Alright, alright,” Ja’Marr teased, handing Hayes back to you. “Before Joey B has a heart attack.”

Joe exhaled audibly as Hayes was safely returned to your arms. He stepped closer, his hand brushing against Hayes’s back as if to reassure himself.

“He was fine, you know,” you said softly, smiling up at him.

“I know,” Joe murmured, his hand lingering. “But he’s… I just don’t like being too far from him.”

Your heart softened at his words, and you leaned into his side, letting Hayes settle comfortably between you.

“Welcome to fatherhood,” you said with a grin.

Joe finally relaxed, his arm draping over your shoulders as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “Yeah,” he said quietly, his gaze still on Hayes. “I think I’m getting the hang of it.”

[burreauxsworld]

Can we get dad Joe where he has five boys all mini him and wife is pregnant with baby girl����

This is such a vastly different thing for me to write because I imagine Joe being the biggest girl dad but I’m gonna give it a shot!

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The Burrow household is nothing short of chaos. A controlled chaos though. The kind of chaos that brings a smile to your face as you watch your four rambunctious little boys run around. You and your husband, Joe, have 4 little boys and a little girl on the way.

There’s Jackson and Joseph Jr, the twins and the two oldest at 7 years old. Then there’s Dylan, who’s 5. Lastly, Colby, who’s 3. All of them are carbon copies of your husband. With their big ocean blue eyes and curly dirty blonde hair.

Jackson, like Joe, is big into football. The two of them throw the ball back and forth for hours. Joseph on the other hand, is more of a mama’s boy. Just like his father before him. Whenever you went, little Joey went. Whenever Joe went, Jackson wasn’t far behind. The two little ones, however, could go either way. Sometimes they wanted you, sometimes they wanted Joe. It just depended on the day.

Today, it was the latter. You leaned against the door frame of the sliding glass doors leading to your backyard, watching as your husband and four boys played a game of football. Well, Colby attempted to play, but he mostly just stumbled around the yard messing with whatever random toys he could find.

A smile graced your lips as you watched your husband show his boys how to throw the perfect spiral. You laid a gentle hand on your baby bump, glancing down.

“Be prepared. This is your life” you mumble, looking back up at your boys. “Mama,” Colby babbles, while he stumbles toward you. “Mommy’s home!” Dylan tells, capturing the attention of his brothers and father. “And she brought dinner, because she doesn’t feel like cooking” you tell them, as little arms wrap around your lower half.

“Alright boys, careful. Don’t be too rough” Joe reminds them, planting a kiss on your forehead while the boys ran toward the kitchen table.

“How’s baby Gracie?” He asks with a smile. “Very active today. I think she might be the bengals newest kicker” you joke and he beams with pride. One thing Joe couldn’t wait for, was the arrival of his little girl.

[deadghosy]

Hi! I hope you're doing great!

So I saw the headcannons of reader as Catnap and Dogday and I fell in love with the way you write! So I was wondering if you could do a headcannon about the reader being bendy from bendy and the ink machine?

Like the reader can draw and bring ink creatures to help around the hotel, maybe draw some decorations for the hotel? Sometimes going full on ink demon form to protect it or just pick up their friends on their back to make them feel taller

And the reader was actually an animator at joey drew studios and died, I think that would be pretty cool!

P.s I would love if the reader was wearing the same suit bendy wore in bendy and the dark revival

HAZBIN HOTEL X BENDY!READER

Prompt: a cute “little” demon becomes a resident who helps with the designs around the hotel!

Starting off. You definitely appeared as baby bendy 😘 with ya cute ass red bow or white bow. What ever you want the bow color as you showed up to the door trying to seem professional as Charlie gushes at your cuteness and lets you in.

The picture of baby bendy in the car, yeah you have that as you literally fuckin' zoom in the hallways drinking apple juice like a bad ass kid….bendy!Reader and chibi!Reader both doing races to make sinners poor😭 lil evil asses….

I imagine Angel dust and Alastor ganging up on you as a team to insult you by your height until you grow up to ink demon from with a roar.

“HOLY SHIT-” “Oh my.” They both said as you they were blew off by the power of your roar. So you felt happy seeing them shocked to see that part of you as Charlie didn’t see it and had commented how adorable you are with your suit.

Shit you are a devil in an angel’s suit‼️

You still wore the suit you had in when you met Audrey…man you miss her. But you are getting taken care of by Charlie and her friends here. Plus her father.

You help design the banners around the place! And even your small ink minions help as well.

I can imagine bendy! Reader being like “fuck it.” Because they can’t reach for the cereal and turn into normal height looking bendy and just starts to act as if it’s normal. While in the background, the crew has pure confusion on their face. Like, “what the fuck? You can be taller?”

“Yeah! Pretty neat right?” “..Im out of here…” husk says walking away as niffty goes up to you excited to talk to you about your height.

You ran over alastor’s foot once….you never speeded over 120 mph in your whole life seeing Alastor chase after you.

I imagine you going to normal height as you are just chilling with your small or long tail swinging and husk gets curious as he picks it up with his paw. “So…this ya tail right here?” You nodded reading the new paper. “So you’re a sinner demon?” “I ain’t nothin'” you said with a smirk as you disappeared in ink.

No one knows what exactly what you are. You don’t have the basic looks to look like a sinner or a hell born. So it’s kinda confusing to other.

You’re obviously a human who died to the ink as you use to animate bendy…so you’re bendy?? Does that make since because whatever you died by is your demon form….hopefully that made sense..

You once went full ink demon mode because a sinner tried to attack at you and husk while just running errands for the hotel. You transformed getting taller with the ink covering your face as you growl and slashes at them with a giant gloved hand covered in ink. And after that husk respected you more.

“Bendy/reader, can you help me make a cute star design?” Vaggie asked as Charlie was trying to make a star gazing banner. You nodded with your cartoony smile and pulls out a marker and started to draw on the air. The star in the air becomes to life as vaggie’s eyes widen.

“Uhm…oh wow. Thanks?” Vaggie says as she walks away with question marks visible while you just smile.

Y’know those dubbed comics where bendy has an accent? I feel like that’s cannon because you and Angel would be babbling about which part of city you guys were from.

I can see sir Pentious and you doing crafts as you made him an ink cartoon flower as he made you a bracelet bead with your name on it.

Lucifer will definitely play violin as you tap dance. Just a wholesome ass moment fr 💗🦆

You one time had fat nuggets in your doom buggy as you guys had shades just chilling around the hotel like bad asses✨

You miss your original family when you were alive and working. But everytime you open your eyes, you are greeted by the sweet comfort of your new family in the hazbin hotel.

You one time made an ink sculpture of your family and you tried to hold your smile but it faltered as you cry at how you missed your family as the ink sculpture melted due to your emotions.

Alastor appeared in your room seeing you sad little state as he comforted you. He had taken a liking to you ever since you joined the crew.

I can see you being childish because of your shortness so you use it to your advantage. YOU AND ALASTOR MAKE YOUR INK DEMONS FIGHT LIKE POKÉMON 😭😭

lol imagine bendy!reader making a whole like of fake ass tarrot cards to fuck with people as you have that smirk on your face.

“You’re gonna get run over toots…watch your back..” “what. The. Fuck-”

They got ran over by a mysterious person and a car….who knew who it was…it was you, you little bastard.

When the hotel has a talent and show day or night, you remembered how you animated bendy to do ballet and tap dancing. So with your information, that’s what you did. Yeah some sinners laughed..but some aplaude as they found it cute and so did your friends

You making ink blob bracelets for your friends as you can make them solid is a goal for real.

Headcannon on how you would try to make ink sculptures, but failing as you huff in anger and smash it with a full ink demon hand as the rest of your body is fine.

Headcannon of you just accidentally leaving ink footprints as you took off your shoes once 😭 niffty doesn’t complain as she likes to clean tho

I can see Lucifer picking your small body up happy for you to be so small as he has started in his eyes. And you are like annoyed at how the cast picks you up like a baby.

LMAO THAT WALMART MEME STOPPP😭😭 LUCIFER PUTS YOU UP TO THE DAMN WALMART CAMERA HAVING ALASTOR ALSO PICK LUCI UP 😭😭

I imagine you and Alastor having either a “bad ass son x calm father” troupe or a “non-biological sibling” troupe as you two get quite along

Your little ass doom buggy is such a weapon when needing to take a troubled guest in the hotel….YOU RAN THEM OVER?! 😨 ALL PEOPLE SEE IS A SMALL ASS INK DEMON HAVING A GUEST SCREAMING AS THEY GET RUNNED OVER TO THE DOOR-

So when the angels came for the battle, you were sure damn ready as you suffocated them in ink and control them into killing their own.

After seeing your full demon form, you definitely had been seen in a different light. They don’t see you as the cute baby bendy they seen you before.

Nah nah. They see you as a grown ass person as you are not in the baby bendy phase but more like the fanart type shit looks. With your charm, you definitely bring in some customers. 

HOPED YOU GUYS LIKED THIS AS THIS IS ALL I COULD COME UP WITH 🦆💗 MWAH

[sandflakedraws]

May we see another mad Hickory?

got another mad hickory (+ bonus haunted)

some sad hickory

some glad hickory too

and some uh. some some

[peachdearest]

grumbl grumbl...trying to make personal board n picsart crashed :( had to redo it all mrmrgnng

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, power imbalance, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your relationship with your boss takes an unpredictable turn.

Characters: Nick Fowler

Note: Wednesday already, my dudes.

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"Sir, I have to go to her," you yank your arm, trying to escape Nick's grasp.

"What do you think I'm doing?" He hisses as he drags you up the metal stairs. His other hand fishes around in his pocket. 

Your heels catch and you stumble up behind him. He doesn't relent. He's taking the stairs two at a time as you struggle to keep upright. Your heart is racing, your head spinning, as Joey's cries stick in your ears.

"Hansen, yeah, Fowler," he holds his phone to his cheek. "Yeah, shut up, I don't got time for that. Hey, hey, you owe me so listen. I need you to send someone out for me. Right now. Shit," he stops at the top of the stairs by a heavy metal door. 

He faces you as his hand falls from your wrist. He slides out a card and taps it on the pad next to the frame. The lock beeps. He pushes down the handle and nods you through.

"Hey, sweetheart," he follows you out into the night air, "what's the bastard's name?"

"Uh," you spin as the air whips around you and hug yourself. "Barber. Andy Barber. He's--"

"Got that. Barber." He says into the phone, then follows with the exact city where Joey is studying. You falter as he hangs up.

"Nick, sir," you near him, "how do you know where she is?"

"It's part of my job," he dials out as he speaks flatly. "We don't got time for this."

"I-- I know," you babble. Your chest twists as your hands shake around your own phone. The line was muffled minutes ago.

"Yeah, need to go. Get someone up here," He demands into the phone. He shakes his head and puts his phone away.

Your teeth chatter as you stand on the roof tarmac, arms curled around you as you gnash your teeth against the altitude. Your eyes wander to the aircraft in the painted circles. You gulp.

"It's cold," Nick says and startles you as he drapes his jacket over your shoulders.

"Oh, uh, thanks," you glance at him and pick at your sleeve.

"I got someone headed her way. A whole squad, alright?"

Your brow knits as you eye him warily.

"I know people," he steps closer and stretches his arm over your shoulders. "Trust me when I say the creep isn't going to get away with it. I'll even let you have a go before I dislocate his jaw."

"Nick," you scold.

"Don't tell me you don't wanna hit the guy. Even you," he growls.

You touch his cuff as his hand hangs off your shoulder, "I don't like violence."

"Hm, always the peacekeeper," he chides 

You're silent. Impatient. You chew your lip, forgetting the gloss painted over it.

"So... is that what happened? The old man was... attacked?" He asks.

You flinch, "what?"

"Your husband. That's who you went to see today--"

"It's not...important right now."

"You never mentioned. Just like the kid." He sniffs.

"It's my life," you shift and draw away from his arm. You sigh, "cancer. It just ate away at him. That's it. Nothing spectacular."

He sucks his teeth, "I'm sorry, sweetheart."

"No need for that. He's at peace. Let's not wake him."

He exhales. The door swings open and cracks the brittle tension.

"About time," Nick snips. "Come on."

You turn as a man in aerial gear marches across the roof. Nick beckons to you. You follow him to a helicopter near the edge.

He helps you in first. He climbs up behind you and checks that you're strapped in before putting a large headset over your ears. His hands linger on them as his eyes meet yours. He nods before he drops into the seat next to you.

The pilot flicks switches and you brace the edge of the seat. You've never been in one of these things. You push against the back rest and clench your jaw.

"You hear me?" Nick's voice sounds in the headset.

You peek over and nod, gulping tightly. He tilts his head, "won't be long." He reaches over and peels your grip from the seat. He holds your hand in his. "Help's already there. Waiting on us."

Your eyes glisten as the propeller spins and the whole compartment quakes. You frown and look ahead. All you can do is trust him. All you can do is hope that Joey's okay.

Why didn't you answer earlier? Why were you so concerned with yourself? It's your fault. All your fault. 

You turn your hand and clasp onto Nick's without thinking. You squeeze and hang your head. You just want her to be safe. That's what you promised.

🔷

The quick car ride isn't fast enough. You don't even bother with your seat belt. As the car brakes before the building with the sign Barber and Associates, you're already opening the door. You search around the building. There aren't any cop cars...

You trip over the curb as Nick calls your name. He catches you before you can crash to your knees. You huff and pull away from him, lifting each foot to shed your heels. You clamour across the sidewalk as he follows.

He opens the door for you and you sprint through. You can't focus as you search for the floor number on the sign. He finds it first. "Third."

You flit onward and slam your fingers into the elevator button. He stands beside you calmly, "she's fine."

"No, she needs me, Nick," you hiss as the doors open and you hurry inside. "You said you had people on their way. Where are the cops?"

"I didn't say they were cops," he hits the three button before you can. He grips your arm firmly, "I'm telling you to calm down. Your daughter doesn't need you like that."

You blanch and look at him, then at your reflection in the doors. He's right. Joey doesn't need you panicking. You take a deep breath and steady yourself.

The doors open and you stride out. Men in black stand right outside the open door with the golden letters etched in the wood. Nick keeps pace with you and approaches.

"Hansen?" He asks.

"Sent us," one of the men confirms. Nick nods and struts through the door. You trail after him.

You peer around him, your chest pounding, and you see Joey drinking from a bottle of water as she sits on a leather chair. More men stand near another door, this one shut. 

You rush to her with arms open, dropping your shoes behind you. "Josephine."

She squeezes the bottle and quickly puts it aside. She stands to meet you as you scoop her into a hug and lock her in as tight as you can. She embraces you just a desperately.

"Baby, are you okay?" You rasp. "Please, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

You rock her and she gently pulls back to look you in the face. Her eyes are glossy. She nods.

"They... stopped him." She peers over your shoulder at the men. "How..." she flicks her lashes and looks at you, "mom, who are they?"

You keep one arm around her and turn around to face Nick. He watches placidly. He bows his chin slightly.

"His friends. My boss," you gesture to him. "I'm so sorry," you turn to her again, "I was at a work thing and I--"

"A work thing?" She eyes you up and down and squints, "wow, mom," her eyes bulge, "you look hot."

You could laugh if you weren't still terrified. You shake your head. "Joey, really, you're okay?"

"Yeah," she exhales, "yeah, I was scared but... when they got here..."

Nick sidles past and speaks lowly with one of the men near the other door. He glances back and clears his throat, "excuse me, Josephine," he says, "do you mind if I borrow your mother for a minute?"

"Sure, uh," she looks slightly distressed as he waits by the door. "I'll... be here."

You caress her arm and leave her reluctantly. You near Nick, "she prefers Joey."

He hums but says nothing. One of the men reaches to open the door for him. He ushers you in ahead of him. You squeal as he snaps the door shut behind you.

A man sits behind the desk, his nose bloodied, a cut on the ridge. You gasp as Nick puts his hand on your back. "What's the matter? He's a fucking creep."

"Nick!" You cover your mouth as the man's wrists are cuffed to the arm rests. It's him. Barber. The man you heard.

"Wasn't us," the only other man in the room comments from behind the lawyer. "He was bloody when we showed up."

Your lips part and you look at Nick. He snickers, "your girl did all that."

"I..." you shake your head and drop your arms. "She used to box with her dad but... that's only exercise."

"Seems like he taught her something," Nick smirks.

"Oh my god," you utter and look at Barber. "You can't... what's going to happen?"

"Well, he's going to be a good boy and pay out her internship, write her a good review, and we're going to keep this little incident to ourselves," Nick walks up to the desk, "aren't we?"

He bends over to glare and Barber nods weakly.

"And if you wanna get a few licks in, I can give you two the room," Nick suggests.

"No, I told you," you murmur. "No violence."

He sniffs, unimpressed but backs up. He spins and approaches you again.

"Go. Spend the night with your daughter. Hell, spend the day. I'll send you a ticket back to town." He says.

"Sir?" You say.

"Look, you've taken care of me more times than I can count. She needs that right now. She needs that soft touch," he tucks his hands in his pockets as he faces you. "I can survive until you get back."

You nod as your skin speckles in relief. You can't help yourself as you throw your arms around him. You're just so happy that your baby is okay. He did that for you. You hug him snugly. He runs his hand up your back.

"Alright," he nudges you away with a chuckle. "Go, before I change my mind."

"Thank you, sir," you clasp your hands together, "thank you! I owe you."

His lips slant and his eyes drift down for just a moment. "I'll get you a room. I'll send the details."

"Sir," you put your hands over your chest. His cheek ticks. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

"Mm, don't thank me yet," he tuts. "You did cause quite the scene at my work party."

You deflate just slightly, "yeah, I'm... I'm sorry."

He nods to the door. You try to smile then turn. You hurry out of the room. Joey has your shoes in her hands as she waits.

"Baby," you latch onto her arm. "Let's get out of here."

"Mom," she leans into you. "I was so scared."

"I know, hun, I know," you usher her out of the room of dangerous men. Goosebumps rise on your skin as you're not entirely certain Nick won't do more than he says. You shake off the thought. "I'm here. I'll always be here for you."

[teenagefeeling]

phoebe and mike would have been so much fun if he was just introduced like, a season or two earlier. that storyline always felt so rushed and awkward but i also really love the idea of phoebe getting to have the "normal and boring" relationship. plus i do think they did a good job of making mike match her freak while also being a total normie i just don't feel like we see enough of him for any of it to feel realistic or earned

[zeroseuniverse]

Step Up

Word Count: 1K Summary:You swallowed, trying to keep your voice light. “You would’ve figured it out.” “Maybe. But it wouldn’t have been this good. She wouldn’t be this happy.” He finally looked up at you, his brown eyes warm and steady. “I wouldn’t be this happy.” Pairing: Single dad Johnny X Bestfriend Reader

Taglist: @sh0dor1 @tinyelfperson @zaycie @lezleeferguson-120

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Johnny never asked you to step up — but you did anyway.

When his ex walked out on him and their two-year-old daughter, the whole world crashed down on him. You were just his best friend — the one he’d known since high school, the one who teased him relentlessly but always had his back. And when he called you in the middle of the night, barely holding it together, you didn’t even hesitate.

That’s how you ended up here, three years later, in his kitchen flipping pancakes while his five-year-old daughter Lily sat on the counter babbling about her favorite princess. She was in full princess gear — tiara, wand, sparkly shoes — and her tiny feet swung happily as you listened like it was the most important thing in the world.

“...and then I told Joey that you can’t just marry someone without knowing if they like puppies, because what if they don’t? What if they don’t like ice cream either?”

“Exactly,” you agreed seriously, flipping the pancake with a flourish. “Those are the real deal-breakers.”

Johnny stumbled into the kitchen, hair still messy from sleep, watching the two of you with a look you couldn’t quite name. You knew you’d kind of become the unofficial other parent — the one who handled school drop-offs when he worked late, who kissed scraped knees, who showed up to every dance recital and soccer game. But you didn’t think too hard about it because it was just... natural.

“Morning,” he mumbled, eyes flicking between the two of you. “You’re enabling her princess phase.”

“Enabling? I’m nurturing,” you shot back, fixing the tiara when it slid off Lily’s head. “Besides, she’s got good taste. You should be proud.”

Lily beamed, and Johnny just shook his head, amused. But his eyes softened when they landed on you.

Later that day, after Lily was down for her nap, you were both on the couch — you scrolling on your phone while he dozed off, his head resting on your shoulder like it belonged there. You should’ve been used to this by now — the easy affection, the way his presence felt so much like home.

“You know,” he murmured without opening his eyes, “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

You swallowed, trying to keep your voice light. “You would’ve figured it out.”

“Maybe. But it wouldn’t have been this good. She wouldn’t be this happy.” He finally looked up at you, his brown eyes warm and steady. “I wouldn’t be this happy.”

Your heart skipped — but you pushed it down, like always. Because this was Johnny, your best friend, and you didn’t want to mess up the family you’d somehow built together.

But when his fingers brushed yours and stayed there, his touch gentle and hesitant, you started to wonder if maybe he felt the same way.

The next day, Lily decided she wanted a tea party — a very official one, complete with stuffed animal guests and a very particular seating arrangement. Johnny was squished between a unicorn and a teddy bear, wearing a plastic tiara Lily had insisted on. You were across from him, holding a tiny plastic teacup while Lily poured imaginary tea with the seriousness of a royal hostess.

“Would you like some sugar, Daddy?” she asked sweetly.

“Please,” Johnny said, playing along.

“And you?” She turned to you, her big eyes wide.

“Oh, I take my tea with extra giggles,” you said, wiggling your fingers at her.

Lily burst into laughter, and Johnny smiled — that soft, private smile he only ever gave when he was watching the two of you together.

Later, when the tea party was over and you were helping Johnny clean up the aftermath of plush toys and plastic dishes, he looked over at you. “You really are amazing with her, you know.”

“She’s easy to love,” you said, brushing it off.

Johnny’s gaze softened. “So are you.”

Your breath caught. “Johnny—”

Before you could finish, Lily’s voice called from the other room. “Daddy! The unicorn fell down!”

Johnny smiled — that soft, affectionate look still lingering. “We’ll talk later,” he promised.

And for the first time, you really, really hoped you would.

That weekend, Johnny suggested a beach day, and Lily was practically vibrating with excitement. You packed sandwiches and snacks, Johnny handled the beach toys, and the three of you set off. The sun was shining, the waves were perfect, and Lily immediately made it her mission to bury Johnny in the sand.

“Hold still, Daddy! You’re gonna ruin it!” she scolded, her tiny hands patting the mound of sand she’d piled on his legs.

“I’m pretty sure I can’t feel my feet anymore,” Johnny called out to you, but the grin on his face said he didn’t mind one bit.

You laughed from where you were spreading sunscreen on your arms. “This is what you signed up for, sir. No backing out now.”

Lily finished her masterpiece — a very sandy, very patient Johnny — and then ran off to collect seashells. You plopped down next to Johnny’s sandy form, brushing a bit of hair out of his eyes.

“You okay there, Sandman?” you teased.

“Never better.” His voice softened, and when you looked up, his eyes were already on you. “Days like this… they’re my favorite. Because of you.”

Your heart did that stupid skipping thing it always did when he got like this — warm and sincere and looking at you like you hung the moon. But before you could respond, Lily’s triumphant cry interrupted.

“I found the prettiest shell! Look!”

Later, after a long day of sandcastles, swimming, and chasing Lily through the waves, you were all exhausted and sprawled out on a blanket as the sun dipped low in the sky. Lily was fast asleep, her head on Johnny’s chest.

Johnny looked over at you, his voice soft. “You make everything better. For both of us.”

“Johnny…”

He shifted closer, brushing a damp strand of hair behind your ear. “I think I’ve been in love with you for a while now. I just didn’t want to mess up what we have.”

Your breath caught. “Me too.”

And right there, under the sunset with Lily’s soft breathing between you, Johnny took your hand — and didn’t let go.

[bidokja]

they didn't even reskin the joey of the series like this is literally just copy paste joey wheeler

either i'm going crazy or i just encountered a yaoi that's puppyshipping with the serial numbers filed off