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[garbageangie]

hey tumblr, i’ve been taking a little break from my usual lurking to take care of some mental health stuff! i’m starting to feel better and and feeling more ready to come back into the fandom space. lots is happening in my life right now so i’m not going to be as active as i would like to be. but i’m excited to jump back into old projects soon and keep on pushing!

some other things i have been working on have been finally moving out of my parents house and opening an etsy shop. i hope with the move i can devote more time to fandom especially! stay hydrated and don’t work to hard

💕 Angie

[garbageangie]

this is amazing 🥲🥰 i’ve haven’t been as active lately and only lurk at like 3am for like 20 minutes and i am so THANKFUL this MASTERPIECE was at the top of my dash 💜

thank you for all your writing, you are such a powerhouse! i love you stuff, keep up the amazing work 😘❤️🥺

p.s. anon, dear god, that request, *chefs kiss*

YES REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

okay. This is SFW, and is fluffy. A blind fem MC and Satan. Like there's no brail in the devildom, so he reads to her, yeah? she can hear how happy he is when reading and touches his face wanting to know what face he's making, so she's feeling his smile all while he's leaning into her touch and they just go from reading to feeling each others faces.

MY FUCKING HEART I CAN'T--- Also I dont know much about being blind (other than my usual blindness because i wear contacts/glasses lol) or brail so forgive me if this is wrong. I also kept this GN because no genitals are mentioned or anything

You're My Adventure (SATAN X BLIND!GN!READER)

From the moment he saw you, he knew. Now, your eyes may not have been necessarily glazed over like you’d see on some people, but they never seemed to focus in on one thing. As a matter of fact, you just seemed to turn your head in whatever general direction noise was coming from. It was a dead giveaway, to Satan at least, that you were either fully, or partially blind. At first, that just made you an easy target. Easy for pranks, easy for bullying, easy for anything Satan decided to come up with and do. It was funny at first, too, except that you were still so nice to him and at some point, that irked him. He wanted you to be mad or even sad, showing him anything other than kindness would have worked, but this way you actually looked cute and worst of all, you made him feel bad about everything he has done to you. It’s gotten to a point where he hated if anyone messed with you and it really bothered him. Now, just because he became your protector or whatever, doesn’t mean he’s going to help you out…. Or so he told himself.

“Satan, what does that say?” He watched you rub your hand over a sign hanging on the library’s door. It’s just the open sign, nothing special, but to him it was almost funny. He chuckled softly, taking your hand from the sign. “It’s just an open sign. Nothing important.” He took you to the library, or, well, you insisted on coming because the house was getting boring, which is understandable. At first, he dreaded just walking with you and stuff; you’d constantly hold onto his hand and use him as some type of guide dog, but as much as he wanted to despise it, he soon found some sort of comfort in it. If you were holding onto him, you were safe, and for some reason, that mattered to him a lot. “Come. I’m done here, let’s go home.” You followed him so easily, so willingly, and it would be so easy to just use that against you, but he won’t. Not again. You’re too nice for that and most importantly, you’re too nice to him for that. 

Once back home, he was just going to drop you back off by your room and get started on his reading, but you stopped abruptly once you made it up the stairs, feeling around over his chest and along his other arm, where he was holding the books. To say Satan was flushed the minute your hands rubbed over his chest was an understatement, but what’s he supposed to do? Were you just trying to find the books and try to rub over the title so you could read it? “Will you read to me?” No, apparently not. “Read to you?” He thought about it for a moment. Everyone deserved knowledge and it actually made him kind of happy that you asked. “Of course. Come.” He took your hand again, carefully leading you to his room instead. You took note of it, smelling his scent all around the area, and of course, how much more… masculine it felt, and even a little bit cold.   

“Careful.” He knows his room is the least organized of all; there’s books everywhere. So, he carefully placed his hands on your hips, guiding you around the room and onto the bed. “It’s my bed… I only have one chair, unless you would rather take that? I have a small reading area up this winding staircase, but you’d have to crawl and it’s messy up there.” You smiled softly into the direction of where you presumed he was, scooting back on the bed until you were up against the headboard, “it’s fine. Come.” You patted the space beside him and then reached out for the books which you knew were still in his hand. Satan was confused for a moment before handing them to you, watching you run your fingers over the cover carefully as he sat down beside you. You felt the bed shift and smiled softly, hoping he was a little closer; you found comfort in him. 

“This one please… I like the way the letters feel against my fingers. I can’t really make them out, but I think it will be a good read.” Funny of you to say. He laughed softly at that, placing the other books down before opening that one, “Alright… I haven’t read this one yet, so it’ll be an experience for both of us.” he liked that. Or, well, he liked the idea of it; an experience for you both. It made him feel a little bit closer. He opened the book, smiling softly as he began to read, feeling you shift a bit until your head was on his shoulder. His voice was soothing, dynamic, and made you feel like you were actually in the story. It almost made you see the things he spoke of, or, well, at least what you thought they would look like. Certain parts made you laugh, others made you mildly anxious, but through it all, you felt a sense of comfort. Satan was taking his time with each phrase, pouring all of his emotion into each word he pronounced and you knew that this is truly what he enjoyed; to read. To learn. To educate. He’d make a good teacher is what you thought to yourself. 

Slowly, you lifted up off his shoulder to turn a bit. Satan stopped reading, turning to look at you, only to find you smiling. “Is something wrong? Did I go too fast?” But you didn’t show anything. Instead, you reached your hands out, once again feeling along his chest and up his shoulders, along his neck, and onto his face. Your fingers carefully danced over the skin, trying to find all of his features and ingrain them into your memory. “W-What…. What are you doing?” He was confused and slightly embarrassed by your actions, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop you, either. “No… everything’s fine… It’s just… you sounded really happy there and I… I wanted to see what that feels like… I wanted to feel your smile.” Your words had him redder than Lucifer’s eyes, but they also made him smile. He could feel his heart beat heavily in his chest because that was such a cute, and in a way, romantic thing to say. His head turned into your touch, his lips instinctively parting when your thumb brushed over them and turning back into a smile. 

“You like it when I’m happy…” it was less of a question and more of a statement and you found yourself nodding, smiling as well. Your hands moved up over his nose and he found himself giggling when you poked his eye on accident, “sorry!” He watched your smile drop for a moment, worry evident in your face but he just leaned into your hand before taking it into his, “don’t apologize… it’s fine.” he moved your hand a bit to place a soft kiss against it before letting go of it so you could continue your exploration. “You’re handsome…” it was something more mumbled under your breath than a compliment that he was meant to hear, but he still took it to heart and once again, his cheeks were flaming hot. 

“And you’re beautiful…” he reached his own hands out now, cupping your face gently and noticing you tense up a bit, to which he tenderly caressed his thumbs over your cheeks. “It’s okay…” you nodded, finding yourself lean into his touch as well, your soft smile returning. Satan moved closer, pulling you closer as he did so as well, until his forehead met yours, “I know you can’t see me… but I can see you and if this were the last moment I could see anything, I would want it to be just like this…” 

[garbageangie]

here is a MizukoXMasamune WIP this is low key by far the toughest lil doodle i’ve done in a long ass time. but i’m happy with it so far! still lots of work to do 🥰

[garbageangie]

this was perfect!!! thank you 💕🥰🥺

i hope you are having a good day!!!

for spicy saturday 😏 can ya get anything with Knuckle?? thank youuu 😍🥰

Okay doke but since you were so vague it has to be hcs my dear im sorryyyyy 💖

Knuckle:

- Very overly happy and eager to please but not in a puppy dog type of way (though its easy to see him like that) hes grown, knows how to use his dick and just wants to make sure youre feeling good too!

- The type to go extra hard if you give, over the top reactions, if you squirt or if you go dumb for his dick. It boosts his ego and again, lets him know you feel good.

- When its not just a fuck, hes very sensual, whispering in your ear about how well youre taking him and how much he loves/needs you whilst thrusting just right to make you see stars.

- Knuckle doesnt have very many kinks but hes not opposed to being pegged, sensory deprivation or maybe a little bit of bondage.

- He is very secure within his masculinity so honestly? Hes willing to try a lot of things in the bedroom provided you research it together and move through the kinkier things with him slowly.

[garbageangie]

They are talking about a second Krystallnacht, let us be clear about this. For the week of J20, be careful, support your locals, and be armed and ready to dip.

[garbageangie]

this is how im trying to be

he doesn’t look like he should be named after a small mushroom

[garbageangie]

ahhhhh thank you so much 🥰💕😍

i hope your writers block has gotten better!!!

im so sorry about the writers block 😭 but i see you’re looking for some headcanon request, can you write a cute/sleepy or perhaps nsfw morning with Knuckle, Shoot, and Kite? thank you 💕🥰

Sure thing! 18+ under the cut.

Knuckle

- Knuckle is one of those people who likes to claim he gets up at 6 am to work out, but in reality, he is a total sucker for sleeping in till noon on a day off. All the better if you’re in bed with him.

- He prefers to sleep with an arm around you, your back to his chest, and this tends to result in you waking up with his cock hard and sturdy against your ass. The first few times, he’s embarrassed, but after a while together, he just grins and presses you back into the mattress, kissing you slow and deep.

- In the mornings, with grogginess still overtaking him, he’s much more likely to show some restraint and take you pretty slow and steady. Expect multiple rounds, too, before either of you have the chance to get out of bed to clean up.

Shoot

- Tries extra hard to get up early to make you breakfast and look presentable for you. However, maybe one day it catches up to him, and you end up kissing him awake with your lips on his cheek.

- Shoot is very shy about you seeing him like this - not showered, his hair not done up - but he can’t deny he loves the way your mouth slowly makes its way to his. You’ll crawl up onto his lap, straddling him, your hands finding their way into his long auburn hair.

- Morning sex is pretty out of the ordinary for Shoot, and it’s often initiated by you alone. As embarrassed as he is for you to see him coming undone like this, he does love the opportunity to shower together in the aftermath.

Kite

- I don’t headcanon Kite to have a particularly high libido, but he doesn’t care where or when it happens if you want it. He puts just as much passion and fervour into sex as he does with anything else, and he’s more than happy to oblige if you wake up feeling especially amorous.

- His favourite thing to do is crawl under the bedsheets and nip at your thighs before he eats you out. If it’s penetrative sex you want, though, he loves the chance to pound into you from behind, your face against the pillows or the mattress.

- Kite, while fairly brusque and blunt, is very good at aftercare - he’s eager to get you breakfast and coffee, and he’s happy to shower or bathe with you after morning sex.

[garbageangie]

AHHHHHH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH 💕 thank youuuu again for all that you do! Love your work friend 😁☺️

literally cannot wait to draw something for this 🥰

Fireworks in Oshu

For @garbageangie winner of the tumblr follower appreciation fic 

Ikemen Sengogu- Masamune/OC NYE Fluff

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 She missed seeing the birds fly south for the winter; the low honking in a bright blue autumn sky. The v formation and steady flap of wings as groups would pass over the golden fields of her farm. She even missed seeing their black and white forms dotting the rolling hills around her home as they foraged the fallow fields after the first snow.

     I’m a long way from home, Mizuko thought wryly, chewing on the stem of her unlit kiseru.

Keep reading

[garbageangie]

Solomon’s made me a little stressed considering my own 2C/3A curls 😂 but i can’t lie, it feels so good when someone plays with my hair!! anyway i felt a little inspired, so i wrote a little something to go with Solomon’s featuring my OC Myra.

thank you @astaroth1357 for all your amazing writing and inspiration 🥰💕

Myra’s head snapped around giving Solomon a death glare. With an exasperated sigh Myra whined “Nooo, stoppp, the more you touch it, the frizzer it’s gonna get, we have talked about this a million times!!” Solomon chuckled slightly leaning over Myra’s small frame so he could half look at her before glancing at the demons all around before turning his gaze back to Myra with smirk on his face “You said it yourself, you are deep conditioning tonight, and anyway I am only finger curling like you showed me”. Myra let out a sigh of defeat and stopped her protesting. She wasn’t going to admit it in front of the everyone that it felt good, even if it meant that she would look like a mess later. Myra had always been so guarded with her curly hair, never letting any of the brothers play with it, even Mammon and Asmo. She let Solomon keep playing while they stood there and talked, walking to the outside of their group so they could have a slightly more private conversation. As more time passed Myra’s curls became a little more shiny, but definitely a little bit more wild and voluminous. Myra didn’t mind Solomons flirting either. The attention was nice after being summoned back to Devildom to replace their current exchange student, then getting ditched by every single on of the demon brothers around every turn. But this time she didn’t have to hide her half vampiric heritage and she was going to make the most of it. She knew of Solomon’s had some feelings for her, Myra would never take it further then flirting. She knew Lucifer was right about him, Solomon in all of his softness as of late still had ulterior motive‘s and that is something Myra’s instincts would never let her forget. Myra kept flirting back with Solomon until she could feel one of the demon brothers jealous glare land on the pair. Before Myra walked away to head back to the house of lamination with the brothers, and her so called “friend” that Satan decided he wanted to be his girlfriend. She grabbed Solomon by the front of his uniform yanked him down and planted a kiss on his cheek. They both knew what they were trying to do, make the demons jealous.

Small Relationship Habits of the (Un)Dateables

Because I actually thought of something for them for once (I'm improving!!)

Diavolo

Hear me out: piggyback rides. They once asked him for a boost to reach something on a ridiculously high shelf and he found out he really likes feeling their weight on his back.

Barbatos

Unable to hold them as much as he'd like due to work, but he constantly carries around a small keepsake from them in one of his pockets. He'll hold/run his fingers over it when he misses them throughout the day.

Simeon

Is damn near obsessed with their cheeks. He'll cup them with his palms, stroke them with his thumbs, tap them, poke them, smoosh them, it doesn't matter. He loves it, even if they get a little annoyed.

Solomon

Plays with their head/hair. If it's curly, he'll make the curls spring. If it's bodied, he'll fluff it all the time. If it's straight, he'll run his fingers through it. If they have super short/no hair... well he'll just run his fingers over their scalp. Man doesn't care. (He WILL mess up whatever hairstyle they have going on though with a smug-ass smirk - sorry, not sorry.)

[garbageangie]

here is a lil Belphie and Myra(my oc) WIP. i am not super far in Obey Me but i know what goes down. i have a feeling after i read it in the game, i’m not going to be a big Belphie fan but regardless here’s a cute doodle while i don’t hate him.

[garbageangie]

not me realizing that my ikemen sengoku oc’s story shares many parallels with stardew valley’s mc

[garbageangie]

this was a great read. “Laziness Does Not Exist” by Devon Price

[garbageangie]

okay i’m back again with a little drabble, so i would like to preface this by saying, i’m not much of a writer, but it is still fun, so here we are!

*MENTIONS SWEARING, BLOOD AND INJURY, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED*

this is after Mizuko gets away from the ronin chasing her, while on the run she does encounter the Oda forces, and the Takada & Usugi forces, but very briefly. i would assume that with all that sort of chaos some of them are likely to get involved? i am writing sort of in a different au but anyway this is basically a draft, for fun, idk what i’m doing!

It felt like I was running forever, I could feel my blood soaked leggings peel off my skin every time I took a step forward. The adrenaline must be wearing off, every movement made me want to scream. One of the men shot me... What kind of gun was that even? It looks like some sort of weird sawed off shotgun maybe?

The further I got from the town the bustling marketplace, and the chaos of being chased transformed to the sounds of nature. I could hear the forest breath, the breeze, the animals and creatures around me. My legs started to slow, they both ached for completely different reasons, my lungs screaming at me to stop. I had to, my whole body was shaking, shocked right? This had to be a shock. I slid down the tree to my right and threw my bag on the ground. I closed my eyes trying to calm down, breathing deeply, trying to focus, to feel what is around me like Obaachan taught me. But I just couldn’t calm down, my mind would not allow the silence I needed to figure out what the absolute hell was going on.

As soon as I stopped moving is when the real pain set in. The adrenaline was gone, there was nothing left to numb the seriousness of the situation I was in. With trembling hands I started inspecting my wounds, I couldn't keep my small cries quiet, it just hurt too much. I had a few cuts and scrapes but the gun shot wound... my thigh was throbbing, there’s no way I can take my pants off to look at it. It just hurt too much to move like that. I carefully ran my hand along the back of my thigh, then again, and again. But with no avail there was no exit wound. I started to panic. I looked around me, it felt like everything was closing in around me, I'm in the woods, and men in period clothing tried to kill me. I was not safe here.

I yanked my backpack toward me pulling the zippers open. I need to figure out what I had. I started to rip the contents out, extra clothing, electronics, and a water bottle. I shoved my hand to the bottom of the bag. I had so much random shit with me because of the move. I pulled out some of my extra clothes, some scissors. I fisted my hair into a bun then got to work carefully cutting my leggings so I could get better access to the wound. As carefully as I could I poured some of the water I had on my thigh to wash some of the blood away. Before I could get much further I saw it. The bullet. It wasn't too deep thankfully, and it clearly didn't hit anything serious because I most likely would have been dead. With a fleeting moment of determination, I pulled out a glass bottle out of my backpack, three quarters full. I flicked the bottle open and took a swig, with my throat burning, I then grabbed a charging cable and tied it tightly around my thigh right above the wound. Out of a smaller bag I pulled out a sharp pair of tweezers, the bullet seemed small enough where I could bend the tweezers so they could grab on to the bullet. I grabbed the vodka and dumped some in on the wound, I yelped. It burned more then I expected, I couldn't stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks.

[garbageangie]

UMM I HAVE BEEN GIFTED??? this literally never happens???

nothing for Satan, but regardless, heck yea!

[garbageangie]

thanks for the tag @ineedmyemotionalsupportdemon ☺️🥰🥺 this is super cute!!

i sadly don’t really talk to a lot of people on here, i lurk hehehe so i don’t know who to tag

also i’m looking to submit applications to people who are accepting new internet friends, hit me up 😂😂

Sooooo I just found a really cute picrew!

Tagging: @aizawasluckylady @unicornsatemytakoyaki @lemon-vase12 @a-chaotic-dumbass @itsluna-life @ashykins @artist-jotun @shortnessangel @garbageangie @motherlyvomit @the-art-wolf13 and anyone else who sees this (was just tagging who I interact with most and who I've seen lately interacting with my posts ❤️)

[garbageangie]

*smile turns into a smirk*

why do i feel like your giving me a hard time??

*leaving his hand on my left, leaning into him slightly lays right elbow on his shoulder and plays with the hair at the nape of his neck*

*takes Satan’s book, put a book mark in it*

*bends over and puts it on a stack on the floor*

*sits in Satan’s lap, smirks*

*Satan cocks an eyebrow at you, clearing his throat while giving you a dubious look.*

Can I help you?

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for 1.5k followers, it's helldown week for the brothers! send in any asks or roleplays for the magic-less demons! <3

[garbageangie]

*a small smile appearing as he pulled me, then looking up at him through my eye lashes, not maintaining eye contact consistently, a soft blush remaining*

i’m really happy you like it. there truly is nothing like losing yourself in a story for the first time, i hope you can always have an opportunity to feel that...

*turning my hands over in my own lap, with a quickening heartbeat*

you don’t have to do anything special for me

*takes Satan’s book, put a book mark in it*

*bends over and puts it on a stack on the floor*

*sits in Satan’s lap, smirks*

*Satan cocks an eyebrow at you, clearing his throat while giving you a dubious look.*

Can I help you?

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for 1.5k followers, it's helldown week for the brothers! send in any asks or roleplays for the magic-less demons! <3