#idk what I’m ducking doing

[foxgloveinspace]

I’ve been tired since three pm, I legit fell completely asleep on the way home from shopping, I’ve been so tired I’m cold and shaky since like four pm. Going to be only about 40 min before my normal bed time is a miracle at this point.

[orgh]

low effort meme incoming

[sherbetyy]

what if when duck said he “always knew he deserved to be dead” he also (maybe unknowingly) meant he excepts how their world works. like we all know he loves living in that hell hole of a home and love love loves when things go orderly and as planned. and he’s ALWAYS fucking dying so he’s sorta like . “hey. if this world wants to kill me sometimes that’s okay.” duck will just randomly out of nowhere says things like he knows too much about whats going on, but he just doesn’t care bc he believes it’s normal. and if he has any awareness of this thing specifically , i don’t think he minds as long as he gets to come back. because that’s always what happens and he’s okay with that. maybe he just thinks that that place knows what’s best for him, so he deserves what he gets. even if it means making him hurt from time to time

[chaosduckies]

Day 1 of trying hiding from my Mutuals (I’m a borrower for context)

I would be a TERRIBLE borrower if I was on my own. I’d freak out from anything or just be intimidated by anything big, and worst of all I couldn’t borrow anything without leaving a trace. I would always leave some kind of trail, also I’m afraid of heights-

Mutuals are welcome to reply! Just know know I will be making this into a tiny series. This is mainly for interactions because why the heck not :D (Procrastinating on editing the upcoming chapter haha-)

Excuse the background I barely know how to draw, let alone do backgrounds TwT

[giddlygoat]

always get back up - chapter one | 1,823 words

in which drake comes to realize just how vital launchpad is to gosalyn’s life - and his own.

“well- UHK! maybe you could- EEK! hurry up a bit!” drake croaked, squirming away from flying droplets of searing acid flung from the bulbous, splattering bubbles below him. 

launchpad embodied the spirit of a flying bullet as he scurried towards the control panel suspended in the catwalks of the decrepit warehouse, scanning the vast array of colorful buttons and levers at his disposal - and in a very grim literal sense; darkwing’s disposal. 

“u-uh, i dunno which one to push, deedubyah!” launchpad called over his shoulder, relentless flashes of hot and cold panic accompanying a steadily speeding heartbeat. 

“just push the-“

“LEAVE HER!” megavolt’s shrill yell crackled not unlike the electricity popping at the tip of his menacing new toy. launchpad jumped, preparing himself for anything. “get away from her, you- you-“ megavolt snarled in frustration, unable to think of a word to describe the giant in his rage. launchpad wasn’t exactly sure who ‘she’ was, but he had bigger fish to fry. by the looks of it, he would be walking out of this fight smelling like a barbecue. 

“where did you even come from?” the villain huffed, clearly exasperated. launchpad furrowed his brow. “i’ve been here the whole time, just like always.” he shrugged. megavolt groaned. “wh- whatever, just MOVE! all i care about now is- is- is pulling your plug!” 

even from his deadly duck shish-kebob decent into certain doom, darkwing cringed at the delivery of that awful pun. 

launchpad flexed and curled his fists nervously, mentally planning how best to take down megavolt. his panic was starting to get the best of him. come on, LP, think- what would darkwing do? 

he cracked his neck. “so, are you one o’ those misunderstood genius types,” launchpad spread his stance, preparing himself to spring when the time was right. “or is this some kinda power trip?” 

megavolt raised his oversized taser at the slightest movement, clutching it tightly. if launchpad didn’t know better, he’d say the poor zap was shaking. 

“either way, looks like you need to find a better outlet, pal.” the almost taunting smile on launchpad’s face drove a furious shriek out of megavolt, who fired a careless jolt of surging light at launchpad’s feet. unfortunately for him, launchpad leapt out of the way last second. even more unfortunately for him, his precious control panel absorbed the shock, and it wasn’t long before smoke began streaming from between the rattling plates. 

“wh- no! NOOO!” megavolt dropped his taser gun, rushing over to the fried machine. launchpad looked between the sputtering rat and the gun slowly. 

“LAUNCHPAD!” darkwing screamed, blasting the giant back into the moment. he was scooping up the discarded weapon before he knew what he was doing, and in his haste he accidentally pulled the trigger. a stray crackle of lightning splashed the ceiling, shattering several light tubes. 

“YOU! you did this!” megavolt heaved, clawing at the air in his general direction with very clear murderous intent. 

“heh, i gotta run.” launchpad excused himself from megavolt’s immediate vicinity with an urgency. he diverted all of his focus to drake, who was now only mere feet above the surface of the roiling vat of battery acid nipping at him eagerly. even with the machine fried, the masked mallard’s decent never once flinched. launchpad ground his teeth as he raced around a maze of catwalks, parking himself directly above drake’s precarious position. 

“hang on, deedubyah!” 

drake could hear the fear in launchpad’s voice. he had been threatened by a dozen vats of deadly substances before, but never this close to his life. he curled his knees up as high as he could and bit down the searing speckles of pain slowly swallowing him. this was going to leave freckles in his feathers for sure. 

a panic like a crashing tide washed over launchpad as he realized it was now or never. no time left to weigh the risks or formulate a plan. he fired a bolt of electricity at the mechanism powering the chain hoist. 

what he failed to consider was- 

“EUCK-!” darkwing croaked and sputtered as crackling electricity singed his feathers, his skeleton flashing for a split second before his twitching limbs fall slack. 

his feet just inches above the acid but- but staying put. launchpad was already descending the stairs and rushing to the chain hoist, which he considered briefly before deciding to simply turn in its entirety 90° to the left. darkwing blinked slowly as he drudged back into consciousness, groaning in honor of the impressive variety of pains nagging him. 

suddenly he wasn’t constricted by bruising chains, and he fell into something big and soft. 

launchpad scanned his crumpled napkin of a partner from head to toe, grimacing. “don’t worry, deedubyah, i’ll get ya back home before ya know it.” as far as darkwing was concerned, he was exhausted, safe in launchpad’s arms, and there was nothing left to do. he gave back in to unconsciousness with stupid ease. 

“what? no! how did you-?” 

launchpad looked up in the catwalks, making eye contact with an incredulous megavolt. “uh-oh.” the pilot decided to bolt, for lack of a better word. 

“wait! come back here!” megavolt’s boots clattered noisily on the catwalk floor. “do you have any idea how expensive it is to procure this much battery acid?!” launchpad was already out of the warehouse, eyes zipping around until they landed on the thunderquack. bingo! 

“launchpad, did you leave something on the stove?” darkwing mumbled. launchpad chuckled nervously as he chucked his fried friend into the passenger seat. “i think you’re right, aheh, i’ll take care of that right away.” he decided not to suggest that darkwing himself was the source of the burning smell. 

and just like that, they were in the air. 

the blood rushing in launchpad’s ears eventually gave way to the hum of the jet, which helped to calm his wracking nerves. they made it out safe. drake is going to be okay. launchpad let himself breathe again. 

…

by the time they reached the house, drake was ebbing back into consciousness - not without a constant hand on his head and an ‘ouch’ on his tongue, though. 

“dad?” gosalyn scurried out the front door only moments after they landed, spotting launchpad climbing out of the cockpit. “dad!” she zoomed up to join them the moment she saw a flash of purple. “careful, gos. he’s pretty banged up.” launchpad set him gently on the driveway, supporting his arms so his knees wouldn’t give out. gosalyn gasped. “what happened?” 

“no, no, just a minor - wheeze - shock, is all. don’t you worry.” drake’s words slurred a bit as he was ushered through the door. he squinted when the bright overhead light stung him. “i just need to lie down,” he assured, which launchpad couldn’t disagree with in the slightest. 

the couch welcomed him with open arms, and launchpad made sure he was as comfortable as possible with pillows tucked under his head. 

“megavolt tried to drown him in battery acid,” launchpad began to explain. gosalyn gasped in horror. “oh, dad! i’m so sorry, i’ll never give you trouble again! just come back to me!” she knelt at his side, sobbing hysterically. 

“woah, g-gos! he ain’t dyin’!” launchpad insisted, kneeling down next to gosalyn and patting her head. “but… i thought you said megavolt dipped him in acid? he looks pretty burnt to me,” 

speaking of, launchpad’s face kind of burned. “aheh, that was, uh, me. i sorta accidentally electrocuted him when i was savin’ him.” 

“what?” gosalyn’s tone suddenly went disbelieving, her whole attitude turning on its head in an instant. “get over it, dad! a little electrocution is nothing.” she waved him off as some sort of drama queen and lost all interest immediately. “i’m gonna go get a snack.” 

both launchpad and drake watched her leave in total astonishment. “h-hey! is that any way to speak to your- ouch-“ he shrunk back into the pillows, finding that jabbing a pointed finger at her was too much too soon. 

“i’ll uh, go talk to her. you just stay here. and don’t move,” launchpad raised a finger and gave drake a stern look before he could argue. 

watching his sidekick lumber into the hall and out of sight, drake felt a strange soberness wash over him. it always took a while for his body to emerge from danger mode, but here in the safety of his own home, he allowed himself to loosen up just a little - and reflect on what exactly had just happened. 

holy shit, drake really would have died without launchpad. 

“hey, watch the language!” launchpad scolded, wagging a finger. 

“sorry,” gosalyn muttered. “but when you put it like that, it’s kind of terrifying! i just-“ she wrung her hands, looking at any of the four walls not made of feathers. “he’s always getting into bad situations, sure, but from the sounds of it, he would’ve-“ 

“hey,” launchpad’s tone was miles softer than before as he knelt down to her level. “your dad is real tough, alright? and for all the times he lets his ego drive, he never once takes his eyes off the road. he’s gonna be okay.” 

the wet look in gosalyn’s eyes made launchpad’s monster of a heart break. she wiped her face on her sleeve, sniffling. “i can’t be the only one who worries about…” when her pouting lip began to quiver again, launchpad pulled her into a hug. there was no hesitation in her tiny arms clinging to his sides, however majorly incomplete her embrace ended up being. the feeling of her small body against his made his heart swell with a swirl of bittersweet emotions; concern being nearly as prominent as pride. 

he hugged her tight, careful not to squeeze her lights out. soft, muffled sobs etched a terrible memory into launchpad’s skull, and with it came an unshakable resolution. he would do any and everything in his power to make sure gosalyn never has to cry like that again. 

“launchpad, i know you said not to-“ drake stopped with his hand on the doorframe, mouth open. 

suddenly gos was emerging from launchpad’s embrace, hastily wiping away the wetness in her eyes. “hey dad, glad to see you’re feeling better! i’ve got a high score to beat, see ya!” she practically zoomed past drake, who spun to watch her stamp up the stairs. “oh- okay, have-“ her door slammed. “…fun.” 

launchpad was standing again when drake looked back. the pitch black window behind him and dim yellow ceiling light casting a halo on his back reminded drake of just how imposing he was. instinctively, he swallowed. 

“i told you to stay put.” launchpad sighed. “what is it with you and running off?” 

something nervous and monumental took up residence in drake’s curling stomach as a hundred repressed anxieties nagged at his heart. “well, you know me - ” a false lightness in his tone, “i always get back up.” 

[mumblesplash]

getting better at drawing when you’re not trying for realism is kinda funny bc it’s like wow now my art looks even MORE like the exact midpoint between old-school disney and late 2010s anime. i didn’t think it was possible and yet i’ve done it again. inspiring

[escapismnotfound]

First impressions

[fluffypotatey]

i fucking hate horse race journalism

[harmonizewithechoes]

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[passiveagreeable]

So my roommate just came home with craft supplies, and in explaining to me her plans, she said “and, you probably haven’t read fanfiction, but…” and I just. Yeah, so when I asked her why that is, she said that she thinks I think I’m above fanfiction. Not sure how I feel about this attack.

[buysomecheese]

Fellas, tell me-

Is it very ESTJ, 6w5, 269 tritype of me to kin Upside Down & Inside Out (OK Go), Humpty Dumpty (AJR), Belonger (Maxton Waller), It’s Called: Freefall (Rainbow Kitten Surprise), Northern Attitude (Noah Kahan), All’s Well That Ends (Rainbow Kitten Surprise), Upside Down (Jack Johnson), I Won’t Let You Down (OK Go), Real Men (Mitski),? Is it?

[chaosduckies]

If you gimme a ref and colors needed I can definitely draw at least one of your ocs...you shall not know who I am until it is drawn and sent...

O.o

Okay mysterious anon…

I’m too lazy to draw the other refs- (It’s an excuse I just don’t feel like drawing four other refs TwT) Disclaimer: Ryker is actually 200 ft compared to Nathan and if you want eye color Ryker’s is a dark brown while Nathan's is more of a hazel :D

You don’t have to do both anon! It’s already kind enough of you to offer drawing one of my oc’s TwT But I am excited to to see what you come up with! But here’s a better picture of Ryker because I don’t like the one in the ref (I should redo everyones tbh-)

Thank you for the ask anon!

[undyinglantern]

You know, I do have exactly one aunt who I remember would explicitly choose not to shave and like. As a kid I always found that a bit strange but I never particularly thought it was gross or anything either

[marbles-and-more]

I have so much to say right now and it is due to the fact that I have a101 degree fever

Thankyou all for being in the internet it’s great

[bettysupremacy]

idk if you write for finnick.. but could you write something where it’s the beginning of the quarter quell and he can’t find her? Just pure panic as he runs around the cornucopia?

I’ve never written for him before but I love him! idk how I feel about this but I hope truly that u like it.

Icy hot terror is all Finnick feels when the timer hits one. Loud and disorienting, the bang ripples against the water in vibrations that rumble under his feet.

Where are you?

The sun blares disgustingly into his eyes and skin, an obvious manipulation of the gamemakers sick amusement, but he ignores it, plunging into the only water he’s ever dreaded to tread. You’re not in sight. He’d told you to stay away, to swim, to run as far away from the cornucopia as you could. Don’t risk it, he’d shaken your shoulders, listen to me I’ll find you.

The water is warm and gross against his skin. It’s not as refreshing as the district four that he’s familiar with. It’s hot and fake. He comes up gasping for air, letting the terror settle into his bones as he pushes against the current of a manipulated riptide. Katniss climbs the stone so he does too; pushing his feet deeper into the ground with every step he takes. His breathing is labored, jagged as he runs. He can’t find you, but he will. He can’t find you, but he can find a weapon.

The cornucopia glistens in the sun, never lacking the weaponry he’d expected from it. Bows, arrows, knives, he eyes a backpack stuffed with supplies. Could he lug it with him? Probably not. He diverts his eyes to the trident beside him. Perched in its stand, it gleams in artificial sun as the grip molds to his fingers. He squeezes the deadly lifeline.

The sound of metal on metal scrapes behind him. Katniss. He turns quick, flashing the bangle around his wrist tauntingly. “Good thing we’re allies, right?”

She breathes hard in front of him, eyebrows pulling as she pauses in bated confusion. The weapon doesn’t lower. “Where did you get that?”

“Where do you think?” He gravels, quick enough to be considered panicked. “Duck.”

She listens, dropping to the floor hard enough to sting the weeping palms she balances on. The sick squelch of his trident in the fallen tribute is covered by her hands tight over her ears as she waits for the boom. The gong sounds, and then a scream. An unmistakable scream. It settles in his stomach and throat thickly, sweating his already wet hands. You didn’t listen.

“Finnick!” The voice screams. Sobs. “Finnick! Finnick!”

The sound is nightmare-ish. Something the gamemakers could never manipulate that accurately, and deep down he knows it’s the sound you’ll wake him up from if you ever gets out of this arena alive.

“I’m coming!” His feet hit hard against the gravel as he sprints. His breathing dries his throat quick. “I’ve got you!”

“Finnick!”

“I’m coming-“

The moment skids to a halt as he finds you. Trapped in the arms of a larger, broader tribute, you struggle for air as he headlocks you. He considers doing something rash, but Katniss behind you shakes her head. Like she can see it in his eyes. It’s a slow, quiet moment, hunter quiet as she stalks closer. Finnick eyes her wary to give her away.

“We can talk about this.” Finnick rationalizes slowly. “It’s the beginning of the game.”

“So?” His arm tightens around your neck. Your squeak breaks Finnicks heart.

“Finnick.” You strain.

“Give the viewers what they want.” Finn pleads. “A show. You can’t kill her so quick.”

“I don’t see a bargain being made.”

A bargain? It’s the first ten minutes and he stands next to a gleaming cornucopia filled with sharp armory. He could get something better than a simple metal trident. Throwing knives, poison, a machete. Finnick suspects the victor is doing what he pleaded. Giving the audience a show.

“Take my trident!” He nearly crashes, cool demeanor dropping as he watches you tap the man’s arm in panic, your air slowly constricting. “Give me her.”

It sickens Katniss; the ability to kill someone for views. To feed into the capitals agenda. This is a necessary kill, she reasons, this isn’t for her own survival. This isn’t a selfish homicide; this is Rue in the net, Prim on the stage. This is the girl she could save. Katniss’ fingers loosen, letting the elaborate metal fly from her grip. It hits the nameless career in the back. Her target.

The moment slows in Finnicks eyes. Katniss stands far, arms hanging limply at her sides. She stares at him, grateful for the thankfulness in his eyes that eases her burdened chest.

“Y/N.” He gasps as the man falls hard on you. He runs, helping you from under the heavy weight. “I’ve got you now.”

“Finn.” You weep, hands in his as he lifts you. You stumble, crashing into him hard. He hears a sob in his tribute suit. “I’m sorry.”

“I told you to listen to me.” He doesn’t anger, but this feels close to it as he grips you tightly. “I told you to run.”

You heave, greedy for fresh air, but your lungs are infiltrated by the heady scent of salt water. His hand calms the coughs that rake through your chest, guilty for his scolding. It’s a quiet moment in the calamity of the bloodbath, a stolen moment that he can’t afford to prolong another second.

“Cmon,” He eyes you, hands cupping your face, then falling as he looks up to Katniss. “Let’s go find Peeta.”

[deadghosy]

Can u write more of hc enderman reader? like one of the resident of the hotel spilled water on them bc enderman hate water and it hurts them, like how would the others react to seeing enderman reader get hurt by water😅

ENDERMAN! READER GETTING HURT

prompt: reader accidentally gets splashed by water. No one knew what could harm you until now.

CHARLIE

Charlie had told you a pipe busted in the bathroom as you nodded sighing with a slight croak teleporting. Leaving a bit of purple pixels behind as Charlie.

I’m not gonna lie, you didn’t know the pipe bust was so ugly. You scrunched your face up as you grabbed your tool box and opened it so you could grab your wrench and other needed.

As you worked in the damn pipe, the pipe fully combusted as water spills all over your body making your eyes widen. A huge screech erupts from your mouth as you spazzed out teleporting from the water as the water in your skin sizzles. You grip your arm and mostly body as Charlie runs to the room to see you panicking with glowing purple eyes.

“[READER]?!” Charlie yells shocked and concerned for you as she sees your skin practically boiling. She rushes to you and grabs a towel to dry you off as you screech having your jaw unhinged as you look away from her.

After she dried you off, you had to change clothes and stop working for 2 days as you had bandages on your arms mostly.

You still looked badass it’s just you had a frown like pout as Charlie apologizes a million times about how she didn’t know you could get harmed by water like that. But you calmed her down saying she didn’t know

And now every water duty was now alastor’s duty.

VAGGIE

I feel like vaggie would try to give you water not knowing it could harm you.

Idk how to explain this but she felt your head as you don’t feel well and she wanted you to drink water to cool down your heat from your body.

So what did she do? She grabbed you some water hoping you would take it but you didn’t want to as you shook your head no.

VAGGIE got tired of you “being stubborn” as she shoved the water in your face like she pushed the glass of water to your chest making the water spill onto your lap as you screech teleporting with a spazz.

You were teleporting left and right as vaggie then noticed your lap bubbling as you screeched with an unhinged jaw. Vaggie cover her shocked with her hand as you teleported away at least.

Vaggie then goes to Charlie as she tells her girlfriend what happened with you and how you let out a piercing screech that broke her heart.

She left terrible to harming you, but Charlie comforted her and was saying how she can fix this

Charlie takes vaggie to the kitchen as sir Pentious was there making something for the egg boiz who are hungry. She tells Vaggie, “how about making some cookies? I remember seeing them happy at some cookies.” And Vaggie nodded a bit

Few minutes later, vaggie had grabbed the cookies with a smile face on it. The smile faces were kinda ugly but they had effort as she walks to your room and knock on it. You open the door having your blindfold on as you stare intensely at her.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know that water could harm you like that…I was being a pushy bitch wasn’t I?” She says awkwardly as you stand over her. It was a weird silence until she heard a deep chuckle

You laughed with a croak and nodded, taking the cookie. And everything went well after that

LUCIFER

For Lucifer, I feel like he would try to get you inside his duck boat because he just appreciates it as much as he appreciates you.

It all started one day when you were in the workshop with Lucifer as was making a captain and sailor boy duck when he remembered the duck boat you built for him.

“ENDY!” You jolted looking at your hyperactive friend as you stopped working on a box. Lucifer’s smile shows off his teeth as he had a pose that says “I HAVE AN IDEA!🤓☝🏾” Lucifer grabbed you by your broad shoulders and got close to your face.

“We should do a boat ride..like, like AN AMAZING ONE!” Lucifer was excited to hang out with you since you are his first friend that’s similar. You looks side to side as if you were in a cartoon and nodded for Lucifer to continue. He told you how cute and fun it would be to be in a boat ride with you as he just wants to hang out.

So imagine Lucifer picking up a 6’5 tall person who has a neutral face while the other has a gremlin happy face. He literally had a sailor hat on with a fit excited as he gets in the boat that’s ready to be sailed in the water. He waits for you as you just stand there shaking your head no.

“No.” You said flatly as Lucifer just sits there like. “What….” Lucifer was shocked as he raised a brow confused

It’s so cartoony as Lucifer is trying to drag you in the boat while you screech with an angry face “>:(“ LOL A SHORT ASS MAN AND A TALLER ONE FIGHTING😭🦆

Although Lucifer is stronger than you since you are quite just a creature and he is the king of hell. He pulls you but too hard as you fell in the water screeching in pain as your mouth unhinged. You literally start tweaking as you twitch before teleporting out the water and shaking.

Lucifer’s eyes widen as he immediately runs to see your body bubbling as you grip the ground in pain as you screech in pain still. Lucifer actually gets concerned as he uses his hand that has fire in it to warm you quickly as you are in pain.

After you dried off…it was an awkward moment as Lucifer had a sorry look, like a puppy that had just been kicked as he looks down ashamed at how you got hurt because of him. You looked at him through your blind fold and wrap your arm around his smaller figure close to yours.

His eyes widen as he feels your slight cold body as he still looks down. “I’m sorry for hurting you…”

“I’m okay..thanks to you.” You said as you teleported both of you and Lucifer back to the hotel so you can heal.

ALASTOR

You were walking with Alastor for a stroll when a sinner had poured out water from their window.

Alastor had asked you to do a stroll with him as you were working all day fixing things around the building. You didn’t want to at first but Alastor assured you he wanted you to be by him as he literally grabbed you by your lanky yet muscular arm and dragged you along the streets of pentagram city.

“Tell me my fellow specimen, do you like jazz?” He says as he smiles at you waiting for your answer. You thought about it as you remembered a person named “Steve” playing jazz once….it was quite catchy. So you nodded as Alastor nods with a hum.

As you guys walk a sinner had seen you by the radio demon and wanted to be a asshat as they grabbed some water and aimed steady seeing you and Alastor close to the window.

With the sinner having the balls to pour water, they poured it on you. Missing Alastor completely as he jolts shocked to see you covered in water. Immediately when the water hit your skin, you screech loudly gaining attention as a static ring in the sinner’s ears as your eyes glow purple.

You teleport and start to take blocks and piece of the house angrily as you were in pain. But the pain was so much in your skin you passed out before you could harm the sinner.

Alastor’s shadow catches your body with a frown as it takes you to the hotel while Alastor had worry in his eyes with his smile still there.

Alastor looks up at the sinner’s window with radio dials for eyes as the sinner cowardly hid from the sight of the radio demon but Alastor smiles sinisterly and walked ahead.

Alastor had hoped you were in your room regaining your strength.

It was the next day as you woke up feeling better as purple pixels surround your body as you see Alastor in your room watch tv. You sigh grabbing your working clothes ready to iron them and go in with your day.

You just stood there as the person’s house was on fire and on the news next day while you were ironing your clothes. Literally your face was like “:0” as Alastor sips his tea with a evil smile.

ANGEL DUST

I feel like for Angel, he would bring you to a club because you told him you never been to a club before. And some asshole poured water on you thinking you are ignoring them because they liked you.

You were walking to your room as your hair was disheveled from working as you were tired, accidentally bumping into angel who was on his phone. “Hey watch where you’re goin'…” you grumbled at him as you kept walking only for angel to grab your wrist concerned as you would usually screech when he pissed you off or even annoy you.

“Hey…somethin wrong buddy?” Angel says as you turn to face him. He sees your tired form and he puts his hand on your cheek. No fever. “Hmmm…” angel hums as you stand there not wanting to deal with his bullshit as you almost teleported away.

“Wait. How about you hang out with me? Maybe you could see what’s fun other than slavin' away and being tired all day babe.” You thought about it but then nod as you followed after the spider demon who smiles grabbing your hand.

As you guys go to a club Angel is dancing has he has a shot in his hand while you just stand there awkwardly staring at your formal friend who seemed to be having the time of his life. Angel sees you not dancing and pouts grabbing your hands and making you have a dance with him as you have your hands on his waist as you let out a soft croak confused

Angel and you had fun as you smiled for once and Angel smiled seeing you happy. You guys were thirsty so Angel had asked if you wanted anything. You paused and said probably [anything but water] and Angel nodded and left.

As Angel left, you start to think about how you didn’t feel icky and less motivated tonight as you had fun with Angel dust. It felt like you needed this. You need fun. And this is the best night of your life.

A female sinner had been staring at you from afar, liking your dark handsome body as she licks her lips and goes over to you. “Heyyy~” the demon says as she tries to look seductive to you. You didn’t even hear the lady as you couldn’t even hear shit from the blasting music.

The demon lady got mad a few seconds later, not hearing you say anything back and assuming you are just being a rude person not wanting to be talked to.

“JERK!” The female demon throws the water in your making you back away as it splashes you on your face. You screech gaining Angel’s attention as he sees the female sinner snickering walking away as he runs to you concerned seeing your face bubbling.

Angel panicked either comforting the damn bitch, or comforting you. He sucked in his breath and ran after the bitch who poured water on you…..

You can imagine how the fight went as the next thing that happened was Angel grumbling helping you stand up as he enters the club again. “Up you go bud…” Angel says as he walks limping a bit by your body mass against his.

You guys get back home safely as angel patches up your face a bit and lays you on your bed as you groan. Purple pixels surround your body as a static sound softly vibrates around the room. Angel sighs tired realizing how much he partied with you.

Later that night, Angel was beside your sleeping body as it heals with purple pixels surrounding your face. Angel sighs with slight concern as he snuggles against your body. Using your arm as his pillow.

HUSK

Kinda like Angel’s, a person spilled water on you because they a hater fr and they can’t help but be jealous 🤓🦆.

So what I have in mind is that there are residents in the hotel after the battle with the Angels, and like so you being the handyman you are. You were trying to fix the shower for a resident who had a drug problem.

Like you were just sitting at the bar when you get a notification from room 102 that there is an error with the shower head. You said bye to husk as he nodded staring at you with dilated eyes before his eyes went back to slits as he cleans glasses.

As you rolled up your sleeves ready to get down and dirty for your job, you had an uneasy feelings seeing how you heard pacing steps back and forth. You knocked on the door for it to only open to see a sinner who seems to be slightly uncomfortable.

They let you in as their head twitched a bit as you just stand there with a broken English sound, “hello.” You walked into the bathroom and started to see the shower head. It looked a bit sideways as you walked around the bathroom.

The sinner gets more nervous as you sit your tool box on the sink. Almost by their medicine bottle which made them tweak out at you.

The drug addict started to yell at you, accusing of you spying on them as they grip their hair and push you out of their bathroom. They even threw the pill bottle at you as you were just shocked seeing them spazz out at you like a bipolar disorder.

Husk must’ve heard some sounds of the yelling and you letting a Enderman sound as the cat demon grumble going up stairs concerned got you.

The next thing husk sees, was you getting thrown with water as his eyes widen with yours as you screech out loud holding your bubbling arm you used to cover your face.

Husk immediately rushed to you as he tries to dry it off only for you to let out soft groans in pain. Husk turns to the sinner angrily as a slight cat growl erupts from his throat seeing you hurt.

“Get the fuck out of here before I shove my foot up your ass…” Husk says as it seemed like he wasn’t joking as he pulled out his cards and gripped his fists.

The sinner jolted as they ran off with a scoff glaring at you and leaving the hotel for good.

After the sinner left for good, husk grabs an aid kit that’s in every room of the hotel and wraps your arm as you sigh confused by what you could’ve done to the person…..“Am I ugly?” You asked husk who scoffed

“You’re anything but that pal…cmon get up. You still got a place to chill at.” Husk says helping you up as you both go to the bar to chill.

PENTIOUS

He was trying to show you a weapon he that had water in it…

Like one day you were fixing a clock because you wanted to know the time, but Pentious wanted your attention as he grabbed your waist and took you to his room to show you his new weapon he was gushing over about.

You didn’t understand what was happening as you let out a slight croak with your face being like “😐”

As you got dragged to his room his egg boiz surrounded you liking your tall frame as Frank climbed to your head. You patted the pure egg as sir Pentious slithers through his room and runs through it to find the weapon.

Pentious explained how the egg boiz wanted a bigger water gun, so he gave them one. You could tell he was confused between real gun and a toy water gun as you stood there and nodded with a thumbs up.

He pulled out the gun which seemed to be some type of ray gun, but in a colorful summer way as you just tap it not knowing what else to think of it as frank hops off your back.

“Issssn’t it pretty?” Pentious says happily as he spins the ray around. “With my brains I didn’t think of anything else bu-”

Before he could even say anything else, he knocked into the button that activates the ray having the water hit you in the middle of your chest as your eyes widen at the burning sensation.

“SCREEEECHHH” you let out a painful scream as Pentious’s eyes widen with his egg boiz as they surround you worried about you.

Pentious sees you holding your chest as he unbuttoned your shirt to see a painful bubbling spot of where the water weapon had hit you.

He gasped as he immediately got up and yelled for Charlie to come help you as the egg boiz kept you company

Tbh I can imagine a funny moment after this of Enderman! Reader sitting up still having a blank face having wrapping around their chest as pentious sniffles with teary puppy eyes.

“It’s okay…..” you said in a quiet broke English voice as it was raspy as well. You patted his head as your chest had the wrapping bandage on it. Sir Pentious wraps his tail around your waist as he snuggles up to you

NIFFTY

She was dust cleaning and accidentally knocked a cup of water on you. Like you were basically relaxing after a hard day of working.

You was by the bar and so was she dusting away with her wide smile. She said hi to you as you nodded acknowledging her presence as you just sat relaxing.

As you sat there, she accidentally knocked over a glass of water or so and it splashed all over your hand which made you jolt with a screeech. Husk looks over to see you hissing at the burn your skin got as she get an aid kit for you. This made husk not phased a little as nifty moves away from you ashamed that she harmed you.

After husk had fixed your hand a bit, you had to go to your room to recover as it is was build by you to help you heal better. It is filled with some blocks where you are from so you could heal better.

As you stayed in your room, nifty sniffled sad that you left to your room thinking you were mad at her

She went to Charlie or Alastor and asked for advice as she didn’t know what to do next as she couldn’t just walk in on you trying to heal.

So she went to both and they both gave her a different response, “Maybe you should apologize and give them a get better card?” “Hmm…I’m not good at these kinda things.”

So nifty got to work as you slept off the pain in your hand as you didn’t know what was happening down stairs.

At the end of the day, nifty made you a get better card as you picked it up with your bandaged hand with a soft gaze of your purple eyes. You let out a soft Enderman croak as you pinned it to your wall