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[yuikomorii]

// I like how it’s literally canon that Yui looks like a girl, but her personality is quite the opposite. Loud, talkative, cheerful and energetic girl who’s not very good at girl stuff. Cute~!

Laito: Hmm... I've been thinking for a while, but Bitch-chan's girlishness is pretty low, huh... Oh, it’s done!

Yui: Am I not girly enough…? :’<

[perotovar]

i love making gifs

[yandere-sins]

I got some hateful replies on some of my stories the last few days and they've been really discouraging even if I delete them and try to move on. So, I want to appeal to y'all's maturity to stop commenting your shitty opinions on things. Not everything needs to be said out loud and "freedom of speech" doesn't cut it as an argument to post every thought. Nobody wants to hear that you dislike something/were stupid enough to consume things you didn't like even though they have warnings and were tagged. It has no impact and you don't feel better sharing these things either.

If you have nothing nice or constructive to say, cut your losses and move on.

Of course that doesn't count for actual crimes and actual awful things, by all means, shame those criminals. But yelling about how awful you think that in a story you read e.g. two brothers fuck the same person (and not even each other) or e.g. how you think some characters shouldn't be portrayed as yandere because they are too wholesome (character in question is a murderer and not an uwu baby) does nothing for anyone. The artist doesn't feel better, people reading the comment don't feel better, and you as the commenter also don't feel better.

I implore you once again that if you don't like something, don't look/read it and live your best life away from it. It actually is that easy.

[barclaysangel]

Breaking the Dollhouse/Final Family AU

The family finally started to find some of Nica's old stuff, but it's basically all in random boxes. Nica finds her old phone and immediately gets Rachel to call it. XD

https://www.instagram.com/reel/Cz45cEiO7bk/?igsh=ODhxdmx2cmJldGhw

They both just start laughing their asses off over the fact that half of Nica’s old phone is still working XD

[pannabanana]

hello beautiful people. how are you doing today?

[twst-drabbles]

How janitor yuu meet the fairies

Let's seeee, I don't imagine it to be too large a fanfare, the way the Janitor meets the faeries. Little pixies work all over the college, so it was only a matter of time for the pixies to take notice of the Janitor as they go about cleaning up the place and cleaning it good. The little faeries were being their curious selves and spying on the Janitor. The Janitor absolutely knew they were there, but just pretended to ignore them because they had work to do and they were going to do it right. After some time, they started leaving little sugary treats in little nooks and crannies. Nothing too big, and then that leads to the faeries going out of their way to do little things for Janitor right back. Just a cute pattern of the Janitor doing a nice thing and the pixies doing a nice thing back.

And then, one day, Janitor just started tapping a beat, whistling while they work being in a good mood, and the faeries started to do a little folk song to that beat. Eventually, it just escalated into a full on party of which the Janitor was guest to. Got to witness all their little songs and dances while they continued to clean the place up. It was a very, very fun time for everyone.

Afterwards, the Janitor began to study the pixie language on top of all their other self-study subjects. Wouldn't it be nice to actually know what the lyrics to their folk songs contain? The faeries also stopped hiding away from the Janitor as often. In fact, it's a little weird to not see someone trailing behind them, over their shoulder, or on their head. And it's almost disturbing to see the Janitor not have at least some light dusting of gold dust.

Soooo yeah, it's basically a cute disney-esque meeting

[tf2weirdos]

[flapdoodlez]

prints I recently drew for the Team Fortress 2 voice cast :D you can get em signed by the voice actors here

[lorenzonuti]

Tolerance threshold.

[midnight-hotel]

Missing (Alastor x Reader)

My first fic in 4+ years, please go easy on me. This story occurs during and after the final episode of season one. Enjoy and feel free to give feedback!

Coughs racked your body as you struggled to take in a breath of dust polluted air. Pain shot through your undoubtedly broken ribs and back with every cough, blood splattering across your bottom lip and tongue, amplifying the smell of iron in the air. Wrapping an arm around yourself, you stared up at the executioner who was quickly approaching with their broken spear. 

‘Shit- I might actually die here…’ 

They lunged, ready to plunge their holy weapon through your skull. You tried, with all your might, to push off the wall and away from death’s path, failing to notice that it wouldn’t have come to begin with. The next time you looked back at the angel, they were on the ground, covered in their alarmingly golden blood, several holes littering their body. 

Looking around, alarmed, you realised that you had been saved, but by who? Your eyes briefly met with Angel Dust’s, and in that moment, you knew your saviour. With no time to show your gratitude, you spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground and stood, grabbing the angel’s broken weapon to take as your own. If Alastor’s shield could fail, then there was no way you could take a moment to stop and breathe, everyone needed you to keep fighting, as much as you needed them to as well. You could only hope they were all okay. 

It seemed like there was no end to the onslaught of angels. They just kept coming out of that damned doorway into heaven. You were growing tired, injuries burning and only getting worse, but stopping now would only lead to your death and possibly the death of others. Stabbing another Angel through the chest, you kicked their body away, stealing their intact spear to replace the broken one you had left in the corpse. That’s when you heard more commotion from behind and then an irritatingly familiar voice. Turning, you understood why everything had kicked up a gear.

Adam was still alive? But that could only mean…

“Alastor!” His name tore up your throat as you quickly looked up towards the roof of the hotel. Shit- he couldn’t be… but would he have really allowed Adam to get away and rejoin the fight? 

Dropping the spear in your hands, you ran for the hotel, barging in through the doors and rushing up the stairs. You needed to get to him. He couldn’t be dead. 

Third floor.

The whole building began to shake as you reached the third floor. Looking down the stairwell, just barely able to see through the dust, you could make out Dazzle and… was that Vaggie? You contemplated jumping down to help- Dazzle was clearly not about to get up but… you needed to get to Alastor. Vaggie would be fine. So, you continued running up the stairs- cursing yourself for not being in better shape.

Sixth Floor.

The building shook again. ‘Shit- I don’t know if I’m going to make it up there.’ It sounded like the fight had made it to the top of the hotel already. Based on the rubble constantly falling overhead and how the place was quickly falling apart.

Seventh Floor. 

There was a bright light- a flash really- and you think you heard screaming? Fuck it, there had been non stop screaming for the past hour, what was one more? Your vision had hardly cleared from the flashbang when the whole building started to come down. Dropping to the ground, you tucked yourself into a corner, hoping that there was enough structural strength in that section of the building to prevent you from being crushed. The last thing you could recall was the feeling of something falling on top.

Who knows how much time had passed before you were being pulled from the rubble. There was too much going on- too many people talking at once, too many people hovering… you reached out, swatting away the faces that were too close. 

“Alastor… where’s Alastor?” you croaked, trying to push yourself up into a seated position. Your beaten body screamed at you- begging for you to just lay there and rest, but you needed to know if he was okay- needed to know where he was. 

Multiple hands helped you up, but you took no notice of who it was. From who you could see, the makeshift army hadn’t lost too many numbers but everyone was about as fucked up as you were. 

“We… don’t know…” You turned your head to Charlie who looked as if she had been crying. Of course she had… out of everyone, losing anyone would have hit her the hardest. Your heart sank. No one had seen him? Looking around at the others- even Husk shook his head, almost looking worried, before he spoke up. 

“He’s not dead. Not yet anyway. That asshole’s probably hiding away somewhere, butt hurt that he lost to an angel,” he grunted out, subconsciously bringing a hand to his throat. Of course Husk would know if Alastor was gone… he’s bound to him after all. 

“He could be buried under there though- we need to search. He could be dying in there,” You tried to argue, standing only to stumble back into what used to be the hotel. 

Angel Dust grabbed you by the wrist to stop you, pulling you back. “Easy there Doll Face. We’ll find him or he’ll show up. You’re in no state to go digging through what’s left right now.”

It wasn’t fair. How could everyone walk away from the disaster that was once their home while there were still people missing?

That was three weeks ago. As you laid in bed, in a room provided by Lucifer himself to those who had nowhere else to go, you stared up at the ceiling, thinking the last few weeks over. Everyone’s injuries had been healing pretty well, though yours were a tad worse since you had the building come down on top of you. There was a lot of talk about rebuilding the hotel. Plans had been drawn up and Charlie and Lucifer had teamed up to clear the rubble from the original hotel so that everyone could start building fresh when the time was right. 

There was also a lot of talk on what to do about the lost lives. Memorials were being planned out, names of the fallen cannibals taken down in order to properly remember those who sacrificed themselves for the cause, a painting for Pentious and even a statue of some kind. You hadn’t really been listening to that part. You hadn’t listened to much at all really, either constantly lost in thought or bed bound by your injuries. You were getting pretty sick of not being present, physically and mentally.

As you closed your eyes to sleep, something inside the room moved. Eyes snapping back open, you quickly looked to where you saw the movement, just barely catching the tail end of a shadow disappearing from outside your door. Climbing out of bed, you pulled a robe over your bandaged body and quickly exited the room, looking around for whatever it was that you had just seen. There was no one in sight. All the other occupied rooms in the hallway had their doors closed and lights off, so you doubted it was one of them. Right as you were about to head back into the room, you saw it again, rushing around a corner.

Quickly you ran after it, hoping that by the time you reached the corner, it wouldn’t have disappeared. Injuries, mostly healed but still tender, began to ache from the sudden strain as you tried to keep up with the shadow that passed through another door. 

Before you could open it and continue your pursuit, you had to stop and catch your breath. Healing ribs ached and your once punctured lung protested with every deep breath taken. Sucking in one more deep breath, you pushed yourself to open the door, leading out into the courtyard. Pretty big place for just one person to be living in most of the time, but this is the home of the king of hell himself, so you supposed it was fitting.

Subconsciously holding your ribs, you looked around for the shadowy figure again, but in the dark, there was no way you would be able to see it so easily. Without really realising it, you had walked further into the courtyard, admiring the garden in the small amount of light that was available. ‘Lots of roses… surprised there isn’t an apple tree or something.’

“They are quite beautiful aren’t they?” A voice suddenly spoke up, making you jump. Whipping around, wincing as your bruises and stitches stretched, you eyed off the culprit.

“Of course, I much prefer Nerium over roses.”

“Alastor…” Standing before you was the man who had made this last week a living hell. Did he not realise how much sleep you had lost, not knowing if he was okay? How worried you had been? 

“Only because they’re toxic you freak…” you retorted softly, not even sure if he had heard it as you slowly approached him.

“I had a feeling it was your shadow I had seen… You’re the only sonofabitch I know who can do that.”

Stopping just short of the man, you stared up at him with tired eyes. He looked down at you, that stupid grin on his face, like it always was. 

“Now Darling, must you use such language during our happy reunion? Aren’t you happy to see me?” He mocked, before you weakly punched him in the chest.

You hadn’t even realised it but you had started crying sometime after seeing him standing there. “You asshole… Don’t you know how fucking worried I was about you? Where have you been?” You hit him again, hardly bothering him by the looks of it, as he hardly flinched with every hit. He was a lot stronger than you were… but you supposed you didn’t really want to hurt him.

“Why couldn’t you have at least told us you were okay? Why didn’t you show yourself? I was scared you were dying under the hotel or something- after losing Pentious- I don’t know what we would have done if we found you dead as well.”

A hand dropped onto the top of your head, silencing you and you stopped hitting him, dropping your arms and instead, falling forward to rest your head on his chest.

“I apologise for causing you such grief my dear. I must be honest, I had some loose ends I needed to tie off before I could return. If I had been able to inform you of my whereabouts, I would have,” Alastor remarked, a familiar, almost comforting radio static coating every word. 

“Everything is okay now though isn’t it? We’re all alive and we can start rebuilding the hotel much faster now that I’m back! Though I must say, I am honoured that you care so much!”

You shut your eyes, concentrating on the hand that was gently petting your head before pulling back. “You’re a liar. You got hurt. You can fool everyone else as much as you want Al… but you can’t fool me that easily. I’ve known you far too long for that. You got hurt and you should have come to me. Hell, I was coming after you- to help you and I got crushed because of it!” You didn’t mean to raise your voice, or blame him for the building falling on top of you, it just happened. You wiped your tears away with the back of your hand and watched as his gaze softened a little while his smile remained. 

“You said it yourself (Y/N), you’ve known me too long, to think I didn’t get away. But, if it’s all the same, I apologise. I truly never meant to frighten you.” Alastor cupped your cheek, gently guiding you to meet his red gaze. “I promise, from now on, I will assure you I am okay before running anymore of my long term errands. Okay?”

Anyone could tell he was still hiding things from you, but what more could you do? You knew him well, but you didn’t think anyone truly knew what was going on inside of Alastors mind other than Alastor himself. 

“Okay…”

“Wonderful Darling. Come now, I do believe we should be getting you back to bed. Those wounds aren’t going to finish healing if you keep running around like a headless chicken.” Spinning you around, he set a hand onto your lower back and started heading you back to your room so that you could get some rest. Typical Alastor… always quick to disturb and dismiss… but at least he was okay. You felt like, as long as he was okay, maybe you could be okay as well.

[yuikomorii]

// Look what you did to him, Rejet.

[perotovar]

me when i realize i'm gonna be 29 in two days

[barclaysangel]

Breaking the Dollhouse/Final Family AU

Why can I imagine this happening the first time the kids take Grant and Henry to explore the woods by the cabin? XD

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C3hjTrThpe8/?igsh=MWZoMWZsZHBibHo0dA==

I’m dyingggg omgggg!

I just remembered that Jackson is going to be in some bicyclist movie so the moment I saw the guy on the bike fall, I immediately imagined that that was Grant basically just eating the dirt XD

[yandere-sins]

Yan-Poll #6

Your yan has been acting strange for a while now.

Well, they were always strange but they became irretable and barely even look at you anymore. Now they constantly lock you into the bedroom and sometimes don‘t even bring you food or water for over a day. It‘s been almost a week of this weird torture where they seem to try to avoid you even though they kidnapped you in the first place! So you decide to be bold.

The next time the yan seems to remember you exist, you grab onto their leg and force them to stay; demanding to know what is going on! But all they do is stutter and grow bright red, trying desperately to get away from you again.

You hold onto them firmly until they suddenly snap. Before you know it, you are pinned to the floor the yan hovering above you, breathing heavily when they reveal the truth to you: They are in a heat/rut.

You didn‘t know human could have something like that, but it turns out shifters live secretly amongst your kind. It‘s a lot to take in but through gritted teeth the yan reveals even more: They don‘t know how long this situation will continue. Against all odds they wanted to save you from the agony of mating with them, where they‘ll lose total control and act like a beast or worse.

However, denying their heat/rut results in them sleeping a lot and being too busy taking care of themselves so that their thoughts are - regrettably - not on you. They’ll keep sleeping and trying to soothe themselves without your help, the heat/rut only increasing the longer they are denied. You’ll be an afterthought as they battle their feelings.

They hate it, but they know that if you give them the go, they would not be able to turn back anymore to the restraints they put on themselves. It might sound like fun at first, but by the time they are done with you, you yan assures you that you might never be the same mentally and physically again. Waiting it out might take a whole month and as adorable as your rebellios nature is, they will not permit you to take care of yourself, lest they might attack you or lose themselves, seeing you around the home in their delirium.

You think about what you‘ll do, feeling the crushing weight on your wrists increasing as the yan pressures you to decide quickly.

(Reasoning and discussions welcome! ♥)

[bad-traffic-smp-ideas]

Hey. Why are there rumors of new life series. What are they doing. What is happening over there. Hello ?