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sorry y'all for being inactive on this account, I was in my alt and forgot to log in to check this one and now I have a kit if request aaa...

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Ty for tagging

@jalicecookie :3

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒: 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ "𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 + 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒," 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑔 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒.

thanks @ghosts-and-blue-sweaters and @cbuttonduo for the tag!! <3

wow i’m obsessed with this and i feel it’s fairly accurate!!

tags (no pressure): @thewildballyntynesgrow @bronzetomatoes @cloverstellar @clingyduoapologist @seeking-elsewhither @thoughts-of-caly

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ty for the tag <33 idk if you meant account aesthetic or not but I did my general aesthetic

Tagging @jalicecookie :3

hiii𓂃describe your personality with a moodboard, then tag your moots to pass the game 🌟

@we1rd-girl @coraxoxo @cigarettefawn @elsalvy @elli-dearest @agirlinteruppted @g1rlarch1ves @gnsnroses @carm3n-carm3n @bellamoooon @vi0letsgarden @444prilsbae @mqrmaidmotel @jclolz22 @faiszt

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OMG SORRY I'M JUST SEEING THIS NOW BUT AAA I LOVE THIS SM ^_^

Why are you so underrated this deserves a lot more notes 😭

Babysitting & Carrot Cake

A Christmas Gift for @chronoghoul - as i remember in one of your comments you said, you like Harley in the Mother role, in this version she is simply the babysitter (against her will of course ^^) - Enjoy the Holidays <3 :-)

Triggerwarning: Mention of bad Parenting, gun use, death, crazyness, kidnapping and manipulation.

Picture by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

"Jervis? Do you have any idea how early it is? Mistah J and I caused fear and terror in Gotham last night and you know what they say, women need their beauty sleep!" - Harley Quinn stood grumbling at her apartment door and looked at the Mad Hatter more annoyed than friendly.

Why was Jervis ringing her doorbell so early in the morning? Was it another one of those strange meetings , of all the important villains from Gotham?

Or did the tea lover , just get the house number wrong? How did Jervis even know her address?

"Forgive me for disturbing you at such an early hour, Miss Quinn - but I had no other choice. The March Bunny told me , that Scarecrow was unavailable and I need to know that my little dormouse in their safe hands. You know, I recently got a foster son and he is attached to me, but I don't want to put him in danger… come to me, Arlo - don't be shy - be a good boy for Miss Harley, OK? In the meantime, I'll look for my Alice" - Jervis picked up a little Boy from the floor, pressed him into the hands of the surprised Harley Quinn and then disappeared.

"That was crazy. Okay - I'm trying to reach Scarecrow, but first I have to eat breakfast. What about you, Arlo? Was that your name?" - Harley murmured and looked at the child in her arms, who couldn't have been older than 3 years.

The clown princess didn't get an answer, just a few big green eyes that first stared at Harley and , then looked in the direction where Jervis had disappeared to.

"Yes, I think breakfast is what we both need - I hope you're house trained, kiddo" - with these words, Harley Quinn entered her apartment again and closed the front door. The girl put her down on the floor and then ran into the kitchen. It wasn't too long before the little blonde followed her like a lost puppy.

"I wouldn't have thought that Jervis had a foster son - or did you run into him? Where did I write down Crane's phone number again? Ah here - so you can talk too or do I have to use sign language at you, hm? Ah hey Crane, this is Harley - Jervis was just here and brought me a boy - you'd be busy….huh? Of course I know he's hallucinating and psychotic - but we're all a little crazy. What do you mean by 'you still have to finish an experiment?' - But I finally have a few days off! Urgh - okay but I'll charge a babysitter extra and I can't guarantee whether the kid dies or gets hurt" - Harley ended the call and rolled her blue eyes in annoyance.

Crane didn't have time at the moment and was in an important experiment.

And she should please keep an eye on Jervis' little appendage until Crane is finished and comes to pick him up.

Harley had a few days off and actually , wanted to take the time to relax, do her nails and sleep in.

Playing babysitter didn't fit into her plan.

And the fact that this specimen didn't want to talk to her didn't make things any better.

Arlo had followed her into the kitchen and climbed onto the chair - but he still hadn't said a word.

Maybe he was mute? Harley shrugged and put a piece of toast with strawberry jam in front of the boy and herself before she opened the daily newspaper and started reading.

It was much too early - but she and Mistah J were in the headlines - how gratifying.

"Daddy! There" - the boys shy voice rang out after a few minutes and Harley looked over the edge of the newspaper and , saw that Arlo, was pointing to one of the photos.

Her blue eyes scanned the text, that could be read next to Jervis' photo. It was about a kidnapped businesswoman and the insane former technician , who had kidnapped her and tortured her to death.

The businesswoman's Son - Dylan is still missing.

"You call him Daddy? That's cute…somehow," - giggled Harley as she pushed the newspaper towards the toddler , so that he could take a closer look at the photo.

The former psychologist watched the child's reaction.

He kept pointing at the photo and his sad green eyes, began to shine happily.

Did he really see Jervis Tetch - the Mad Hatter - as his father?

Was he perhaps even the missing boy of the murdered businesswoman?

"Where's Daddy gone? Lo-Lo wanna to go to Daddy?" Arlo said a few moments later to Harley, the older blonde wanted to avoid having a crying child in her apartment.

Didn't Jervis say he liked carrot cake?

"Oh Jervis will be back soon - in the meantime we can do our nails, braid our hair and then we'll go into town. Unfortunately I don't have any carrot cake here - and for your luck arlo....or Lo-Lo is that a nickname you gave yourself? Perfect!....Anyways... a baker still owes me something," grinned Harley.

When she was more awake after another cup of coffee of course.

She liked children, and since Arlo now seemed to be more communicative, it was much more fun , to do all these fun things and then drive into town.

The toddler also seemed to like this suggestion, because Arlo nodded eagerly and in agreement.

"Wanna, carrot cake. The March Bunny lies a lot… but likes carrot cake - Lo-Lo likes carrot cake too" Arlo announced and clapped his little hands once, to show his agreement with the idea.

Grinning, Harley cleared the table and a few minutes later the two persons, were sitting on the couch in the living room, where Harley first painted Arlos fingernails in red and green tones and braided his blonde hair into a ponytail.

It had been a long time, since she had done these 'girl things' with anyone. But it was fun.

Shortly before Harley, was about to leave the apartment with the child in her arms, her cell phone rang and Crane answered.

"Your experiment went quickly. If Mistah J is tinkering with his laughing gas, it can take so many days. Arlo and I want to go out for carrot cake. Do you know the old bakery near the harbor? Come to the back entrance. See ya later",- Harley ended the conversation and then left the apartment complex with Arlo.

At least she could spend her days off as she wanted and there was no set time of day for cake. But Harley was so ready for giving it a try.

Fifteen minutes later, the two had arrived at an old little bakery, the toddler was sitting in a high chair near one of the tables, because he was small and Harley was threatening the employees with her gun.

The bakery was closed, the windows locked and the baker, who owed Harley a favor, made a fresh carrot cake for the…unannounced guests out of fear of the clown princess, while the employees hid behind the counter in fear and discussed whether they should call the police.

"Oh no! Don't even think about calling the cops - Gordon has better things to do and I'm here on a private matter today - take your hands off the phone or the bullet will go through your finger!" - Harley shouted at the woman who was about to reach for the phone.

"Really - you should have a bit more control over your employees" - the baker was advised, as she placed the cake on the table and Harley stopped playing with her gun for a moment.

"Y…that's the favor paid, y…yes, Miss Quinn?" - came the anxious reply from the baker.

"When I leave this shop, yes - and now leave us alone, don't call the police or stupid annoying Batsy!" - Harley threatened and the staff withdrew.

Harley giggled again and then turned her attention to Arlo, who was looking at the carrot cake in front of him with wide eyes.

"For Arlo? Lot´s lots carrot cake?" the toddler asked in surprise and Harley nodded amusedly.

"Sure - enjoy your cake tiny pumpkin!" - Harley beamed and watched amused as the blonde boy began to eat the cake, or at least one of the pieces of it.

Harley wondered why he was so small, when she guessed the boy looked like 3 years old. Very strange.

"You told me that the March Bunny sometimes lies. What kind of mean things does he say?" - Harley inquired as she had also taken a piece of the carrot cake.

"March Rabbit lies a lot… says Daddy mean and evil… but Daddy loves Lo-Lo and protects Lo-Lo", - said Arlo and began to pick up the crumbs , that had fallen from the plate onto the high chair with his hand and eat them.

"Daddy said carrot cake.....magical powers"- whispered Arlo and beamed mysteriously at Harley.

"Really? Uh, I like magical powers - what can a carrot cake do? What magical abilities does it have?" - Harley asked, amused.

"Daddy says carrot cake....makes evil monsters go by by", Arlo said, then went back to picking up the crumbs on the table.

Something about the toddler's gloomy tone set off an alarm bell in the former psychologist's mind. Evil monsters?

"He must have been too influenced by the hallucinations. He usually brings Arlo to me earlier when he feels things are getting worse. I hope the little one didn't cause you any trouble, Harley" - Crane's voice suddenly rang out behind Harley.

"Oh no, not at all - we had so much fun. But tell me, Crane, what's the truth about this Carrot Cake and the evil Monsters? Jervis said the little boy is his foster son? Did he actually lure one of these alice women into bed?" - Harley asked as Jonathan leaned against the table.

His gaze went from Arlo, who was completely occupied with the cake, to the clown princess.

"The Boy in the high chair is the kidnapped Dylan. But according to Jervis, he was treated terribly by his mother. Left alone, deprived of food…physical punishments….he did to her mother what Jervis does to 'his Alice' - when she turns out to be a fake. He found the boy hiding in a box….he must have followed him and the businesswoman - Dylan asked him if his mommy could not hurt him anymore. Jervis decided to take Dylan with him, changed his name to Arlo and since then , the boy has seen him as his father. The physical damage is the result of violence - so I can confirm his theory on this om point," - Jonathan explained calmly and now the toddler recognized him too and spoke happily of his 'Uncle Jona' and immediately offered the psychologist , some of the squashed piece of carrot cake.

Jonathan, however, declined with a few thankful words.

It now made sense why the child was so small that it fit perfectly in the high chair, expressed itself so childishly and seemed so attached to Jervis.

If Jervis had actually saved the boy from a dark place - that was an honorable thing and showed once again , that villains could also have a heart.

"Poor thing. Oh, I have a wonderful idea - the next time we meet, Arlo, you can meet my hyenas Bud and Lou. They only eat people when I tell them to - so much blood and so many screams of agony," Harley said happly , and Jonathan realized , that now was the time to go.

"I…may call you up on that offer. Come on Arlo - we're going home," said Jonathan and lifted the toddler out of the high chair.

As he left the cafe with Arlo in his arms, Arlo waved goodbye to his new friend Harley and then laid his little head sleepy on Jonathan's shoulder.

Harley watched the duo for a moment, then grabbed her gun and, laughing hysterically, shot the employee , who had the phone in her hand.

This time Harley didn't miss and the bullet went right through the other woman's hand.

The phone landed on the floor and the woman's scream echoed in the cafe.

"Wow, this carrot cake really seems to have magical powers - the bullet must have pierced the bone of the finger - that's really funny", laughed Harley and strolled around the counter, to the cash register - to steal the money and then disappear from the bakery.

She left behind only chaos, a bleeding saleswoman and a half eaten carrot cake.

THE END

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This is a christmas card

The present opens at 25.12 🎄🎁

I'm just seeing this now because I've been inactive but ty <33

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Y'all I'm sorry for not doing your requests I've been busy on ao3 working in my series so yeah, I'll probably post request later, ao3 is the same user as my Tumblr if you're curious

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HELP LOOK WHAT I JUST FOUND

Oh god

The memories... *oliversbf era*... They're coming back😨

Okay but srsly now, this post specific is very cute and I kinda wanna write it again😭😭

BUT UM. HOW DID I FOUND THIS I JUST WANTED TO FIND MY OTHER BLOG AAUHRVRHRR

OMG I REMEMBER THAT AAA

IF YOU WANNA WRITE FOR THEM YOU SHOULD AAA !! 💙

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Pookie pookie

Guess who I'm writing for again

AAA I'M DEFINITELY SENDING REQUESTS JUST YOU WAIT 🙏🙏

I'm so happy you're writing for them again aaa :3

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This was so sweet as ^_^ I love shu sm

NOW I'LL ALWAYS BE HERE — with Shuhua

001 description — short scenario of shuhua with a reader who doesn't eat a lot

002 tags — implied fem!reader, use of unnie, maknae!reader, very self indulgent tbh, can be read as platonic or romantic (it doesn't matter)

003 comments — wow, me? Eating little? Nah bro I eat the walls 🤜 (I'm very bad at eating especially lunch or healthy food oh god)

004 tagging — @hannamoon143

“yn-nieee, have you eaten yet?” - Shuhua yelled from across the room, walking up to you with a playful angry face.

“Ah, not yet unnie, sorry.” - your voice came out a bit less excited than you intended.

Even if you did try to go along with her playing, you just, didn't had the energy in yourself to do so. And Shuhua noticed that.

“yn, is everything alright? You've been eating very little lately.”

“I'm fine unnie, just not hungry I guess.”

She watched your face, clearly not saying something. Not wanting to force you to talk, she gently placed a hand on your thigh, catching your attention.

“yn, if there's anything bothering you, you can talk to me. I promise not to judge.”

You only looked away, not sure if wanting to talk about the issue or not.

Noticing this, Shuhua quickly walked away, coming back with a small bag of food and placing it in front of you.

“Can you eat just a little? I don't want you to get sick or faint when practicing with us.”

Without much option, you slowly opened the bag, eating a few small bites of food before looking at Shuhua again.

“I'm full.”

“Already? But you barely ate anything.” - she wasn't trying to sound harsh, she was genuinely worried.

Trying to think of something to say as you didn't speak, Shuhua had an idea.

“How about this. We'll eat together every day, and each day I want you to eat a tiny bit more than the last one.”

She looked into your eyes, hoping you accepted.

“Alright, we can do that.”

Shuhua couldn't hide her smile, pulling you to a hug as she gave you a playful bump on your back.

“You better eat more yn-nie! If you faint during our shows I won't let you come to my dorm in the middle of the night anymore for cuddles.”

Feeling better, you finally decided to play along with her.

“Ahh, not the cuddles! I promise to eat more unnie.”

୨୧ 𝅄 please consider roblogging for support!

©𝗬𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗘 — don't copy, translate, feed to ai or post my works in other platforms.

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ONE THING STAYS THE SAME, RISES THE MOON — with yn

001 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 — a little scenario of yn meeting the traveler for the first time.

002 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌 — lan yan!reader, female!reader, lumine traveler, very short, written in third person, use of yn

003 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 — guys guys guys hear me out on this au- lan yan yn. I might write other things with this but I also want to write smth for kokomi which I'll post as soon as I finish it. I also wanted to know if I should just write this as a little au and silly scenarios or with some kind of lore or x reader thing. Anyways, enjoy!

Lumine was getting a bit tired from how much she was walking, but nothing that she haven't done already.

Talking with Paimon, she suddenly went silent, hearing a distant melody in between the trees of the mountain. With careful steps, she approached a figure, sitting on a rock, with a little bird nearby.

As if feeling her presence, the girl turned her head to look at the traveler, a gentle smile appearing on her face.

“Hello. Are you lost?”

“No, I was looking for someone, actually.”

The girl, hearing this, chuckles at Lumine's words, motioning for her to come closer.

“You came looking for me?”

“Are you yn?”

“Why, yes. And I assume you need me to fix something for you?”

The girl, now with a name - yn - didn't looked frustrated or anything, surprisingly, even a bit happy to help.

“Yes, actually,” Lumine handed her a small basket, some parts being broken “I need this to gather some materials for today. Can you finish it before night?”

Yn looked at the object, analyzing it, and then nodded.

“I think I can. Come back before sunset and it'll probably be done by then.”

“Thank you! Paimon will bring you something in return.” the little flying girl said, to which Lumine looked at her curiously.

“Since when were you this friendly Paimon?”

“Hey! Can't Paimon thank her for helping us?”

All of them laughed, before saying their goodbyes.

-

Looking at the sun, it was right to assume that it was going set very soon. So, Lumine and Paimon went back to the mountains.

After a long walk, they finally spotted the girl, still humming something as she watched the sky.

“Oh, you're here! I managed to finish your basket.”

Lumine was given the object, putting it in her inventory pocket, a small smile on her lips.

“Thank you. Here, we got this for you.” The girl waved her hands in a dismissive way, smiling at Lumine.

“Ah, no need! Don't worry about it.”

“Are you sure? It's a thanks for fixing the basket.”

“I told you, no need to worry about it.”

Not wanting to insist too much, the woman nodded, ready to go back to Liyue Port again.

“Goodbye!” the girl exclaimed, already going to another part of the mountain.

Paimon looked back, yelling a quick “Bye bye!” before continuing with Lumine.

Maybe they'll find the girl again sometime.

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©𝗬𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗘 — don't copy, translate, feed to ai or post my works in other platforms.

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Reading ur hazbin hotel works made me get obsessed with it again what😦

No way 😭 I'm honored that my work had that much impact on you like its genuinely mind blowing 💙💙

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Got bored so I tried digital art

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OS Req if you write for Helluva Boss? The Trial from the newest episode with the male godchild of vassago ? Calling him after the meeting and asking if stolas is okay? Angst and Hurt? Characters that would be cool for godchild to interact Vassago, Ozzie and Bee?

Unfortunately I don't write for helluva boss I'm sorry ^_^"

I used to watch it but I stopped because it wasn't really my thing, I don't know much about the characters and plot to write for it

My sincerest apologies 💙

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Might change my theme idk

Still Fischl themed but different

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The Person from the to vague request - sorry my fault should have read your pinned post.

So next try - could you wirte a oneshot with the setting Hazbin Hotel Parent with clingy teen scenario whos not letting parent finish business call and need their attention? The Characters please Vox, Valentino, Vaggie and Husk?

╭﹒⊹⋆﹒ @ 𝖈𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑 2024.

୨ ,, various parent!characters with a clingy gn!teen reader .ᐟ

𖦹 ｡° note : dw about it ^_^, it's just important for me to know that stuff when it comes to writing so I can write what u ask for correctly! Sorry this took so long and it's short I lost motivation because my life has been really bad these couple of days, sorry for venting idk just felt the need to get it off my chest, sorry for yapping sm 𖥔 ݁ ˖.°. ⭑

﹒｡ꔫ﹒wc : ~1k+

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭

Vaggie

Vaggie didn’t look like a “morning person” in the traditional sense—her silver hair was always immaculate, her clothes perfectly pressed—but the exhaustion in her eyes said otherwise. Especially when the morning was already spiraling into chaos.

You leaned against the edge of her desk, your face tilted with the universal stubbornness of a teenager craving attention.

“No, Y/N, I can't pause this right now," Vaggie said, holding her phone precariously between her shoulder and ear. "This is about the hotel’s licensing—important stuff, okay?”

“But you’ve been talking to boring people for an hour!” you whined, arms folding dramatically. “And I made pancakes!”

She arched an eyebrow, though the sharp edge in her tone softened slightly. “First of all, pancakes don’t come out of a microwave, sweetheart. Second of all—”

“License? More like yawn-sense,” you muttered under your breath, slinking closer.

Vaggie inhaled sharply and snapped her fingers in your direction, pointing toward the couch like a general directing their troops. “Go. Sit. Now.”

But the crack in her commanding presence betrayed her. You could see it—the faintest twitch of her lips, the way her single magenta eye flicked to yours. You grinned, realizing you’d already won.

The woman on the other line must’ve said something, because Vaggie suddenly blinked, shaking herself back to focus. “Uh, sorry, could you repeat that? My—uh, my dependent won’t leave me alone.”

You flopped dramatically onto the couch, giggling into the pillow as Vaggie mouthed the word “dependent” at you, eyes wide with mock disbelief.

Vox

The sharp, digitized click of Vox’s keyboard filled the room, punctuated by his occasional exasperated sigh. His neon face flickered, blue static chasing red lines down his jaw as he droned into a Bluetooth headset.

“Yes, we’ll have the product ready by Thursday. No, Thursday, Gerald, not ‘whenever you feel like it,’” he snapped, the screen on his chest glitching briefly.

You, perched behind him in the oversized gaming chair he never let anyone touch, let out an exaggerated yawn.

“Hey, uh, parental figure or whatever?”

Vox swiveled his chair slightly, the glowing squares of his eyes narrowing. “Y/N, unless this is about the house burning down, you’ve got thirty seconds before I put you on mute like Gerald here.”

“You said we’d watch that horror movie together. The one with the chainsaws and the singing demon guy? Remember?”

“I also said later. Now, go bother Valentino or someone who doesn’t have an empire to run.”

You slid off the chair and hovered at his side instead, smirking as his fingers faltered on the keyboard. “But I don’t want to bother them. I want to bother you.”

“Why,” he hissed through gritted teeth, “is this my life.”

The headset beeped, signaling the start of another call. Vox shoved a hand toward you, blocking your path as you reached for his glowing keyboard. “Y/N, if you touch that, I swear—”

“—you’ll stop me?” you asked, feigning innocence. “Wow, Dad. Didn’t realize you cared so much.”

Vox groaned audibly, his screen glitching into a bright red ERROR message as he slammed the keyboard shut.

“Congratulations,” he muttered. “You’ve officially driven me to the brink of insanity. Let’s watch your stupid movie.”

Husk

Husk had spent the better part of his afterlife trying not to care about anyone or anything. It had worked, too—until you came along.

The tabby demon sat hunched over at the hotel bar, a cigarette smoldering in one paw as he squinted at the tablet screen in front of him. “Yeah, Al, I’ll fix the inventory. And no, I’m not adding that overpriced tequila you like. This ain’t a luxury resort.”

You climbed onto the barstool next to him, chin propped in your hands as you stared at him like a puppy waiting for a treat.

“What now?” Husk grumbled, ears twitching.

“I’m bored,” you declared, as if that was an acceptable excuse to derail his entire day.

“Then go bother someone else,” he shot back, not even looking up.

“But you’re my favorite. Plus, you’re funny when you’re grumpy.”

Husk froze mid-sentence, the cigarette drooping slightly from his mouth. “Funny? Kid, I’m not trying to be funny—I’m trying to get work done so your precious hotel doesn’t run outta booze.”

“Well, you’ve been on that thing forever,” you countered. “C’mon, Husk, one game of cards. Just one! You like cards!”

He set the tablet down with a long, drawn-out sigh, turning to give you the kind of tired look that only a veteran bartender could muster. “One game. If you let me finish after.”

“Deal!” you said, grinning as you grabbed the deck he kept stashed under the counter.

As you shuffled the cards, Husk muttered under his breath, “What kinda demon kid needs this much attention?”

Valentino

Valentino lounged in his studio, phone pressed to his ear while his free hand gestured wildly to no one in particular. “Listen, babe, I don’t care how you get the merchandise there, just make it happen. I’ve got a brand to maintain, capisce?”

You leaned against the doorway, your arms folded as you watched him rant. Valentino might’ve been suave, but he had a way of filling a room with noise—and you’d decided it was time to make some noise of your own.

“Val!” you called, your voice cutting through his.

He turned, his sunglasses sliding halfway down his nose. “Hold on, I got a pest to deal with,” he muttered into the phone before tossing it onto the nearest table.

“What is it this time, Y/N? You need another allowance? More glamor shots for your socials?”

“No, I just need you. You’ve been on calls all day!”

Valentino blinked, a rare moment of genuine surprise softening his usual smirk. “What, you miss me or somethin’? Cute, kid, but Daddy’s gotta pay the bills.”

“Can’t the bills wait?” you argued, your tone halfway between a whine and a plea.

“Not unless you’re planning to take over my empire,” Valentino teased, leaning down to ruffle your hair.

You swatted his hand away, glaring up at him. “Well, maybe I would if you actually taught me stuff instead of ignoring me.”

Valentino’s smirk faltered—just a fraction—and he straightened, snapping his fingers. “Alright, you got me. You want my attention? Fine. Let’s go blow some cash downtown. Call it ‘bonding.’”

“Really?”

“Yeah, yeah, just don’t make me regret it.”

You grinned, practically dragging him toward the door. For all his flair, Valentino could never quite say no to you.

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Working on the ui, the screen looks empty because I haven't yet added everything lol

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Logo created, working on scripting ui however I will probably record a video of that and post it later because it's dark rn but idk

Proud of it even though it's not the most professional (the star isn't random it's there because I mapped out an area in the game called stardust village, the game will have a lot of star decor)

I spent my weekend playing roblox animal rp games to relive my childhood and ik how to script so im tempted to make my own but the problem is idk how to do 3d models or use blender, also im too poor to hire anyone unless they want to do work for free (which is highly unlikely), my friends don't even have access to roblox studio or know how to model so ermmm 😞😞😞😞

Like I wanna do this so bad I wish I had blender experience im so mad 💔💔💔💔 if anyone for some reason wants to help me make models and develop, and I mean like ur dedicated and don't quit after a week then feel free to message (you'll be credited for ur work and if the game makes any Robux you will be paid)