#it prolly just made shit worse

[mrspark7777777]

I have no idea what they were fucking thinking on this day but umm.... 👀

This edit is everything 😂😂😂

[end-orfino]

people should show their first drawings/animatics/writings more often. I won't do it but you guys definitely should

[dutybcrne]

Think abt Huffman & Kaeya having a Jean-Mikasa moment when they first met

[bladeofthestars]

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[vitaminkyeom]

[20:17]

PAIRING || Seungcheol x Female Reader

GENRES || Angst, Arranged Marriage AU, Fluff (if you squint prolly)

WARNINGS || none except that cheol got what he deserved lol

WORD COUNT || 1.8k

A/N || since all of you asked for pt. 2 of [20:37] here it is! can be read as a stand alone too tho. i hope you all like it!

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seungcheol shut the laptop close, groaning as he stretched on his chair. rubbing his eyes, he looked at the small clock on his desk, the tiredness hitting him harder when he saw how late it was. slowly getting up, he made his way to the living room to check on the house one last time before he finally collapsed onto the bed. it was raining heavily outside and the last thing he needed along with his strained marriage was a flooded house due to some half open balcony or window.

but as soon as he stepped into the living room, he felt himself freeze when he realised something was missing. seungcheol looked around the house, wondering what was bothering him-

oh, y/n. 

where were you? 

now that he thought about it, he hadn’t even heard you come into the house in the first place. where were you? quickly walking to the key hook near the dining table, he checked for your key in case you had quietly come in and had already gone to bed.

no keys.

shit. where were you? where could you be? it was raining cats and dogs outside so there was no way you could have gone out, right? besides this time at night wasn’t even safe…

seungcheol felt an odd uncomfortable feeling stir in the pit of his stomach, but he ignored it and instead knocked on your bedroom door.

no response.

even though the lights not being on was a clear sign that you weren’t in your room, a small part of him hoped that you were just asleep.

“y/n?” he asked.

no response again. 

pushing the door open, seungcheol walked in and flicked the lights on. then he pressed his ears against your bathroom door, hoping to hear the sound of running water at least or better still, your voice singing in the shower.

over the past two months he had been living with you, seungcheol had learnt that you were an avid bathroom singer, and nothing could block your vocals, not even the fact that the two of you were in separate bedrooms.

it had always annoyed him, to be honest. he was used to having quieter mornings, where he had a simple breakfast of a boiled egg and coffee, before rushing off to his office. that was until you came into his life, destroying his peace with your early morning shower concerts and the clattering of utensils as you made a proper breakfast.

and you wouldn’t leave him either. always bugging him that eggs and coffee weren’t enough, that it was unhealthy and that he had to eat more, always forcing him to eat ‘at least a bit of’ whatever you had cooked. 

and to make matters worse, you were a great cook. such a good cook that since the last few weeks he would actually wake up hungry, the smell of your cooking wafting into his bedroom to wake him up like an alarm clock.

and he hated it at all. he hated your singing, your cooking, you always checking up on him and you being sweet and caring and nice to him no matter how rude he was. he hated this marriage, he hated how his parents had forced him to this deal, and the only way for him to let out his frustration was by hating on you.

you who was equally stuck like him. you who was at least making some efforts to make this marriage work.

and he had thrown all of that out of the window two days ago.

as silence greeted him back instead of your voice no matter how hard he pressed his ears against the door, seungcheol felt dread rise up his throat.

why was he so childish? why was he so immature? he was so determined to hate you, so determined to block out all your efforts that he had ended up making you cry, he had ended up hurting you.

and even then, he had just told you that you were just tired, as if it was your fault in the first place.

taking in a deep breath, he rushed to the balcony, throwing open the doors with a small hope that you were sitting there, fuming and ignoring him to teach him a lesson.

“oh, y/n-” he stopped himself when he saw it was empty, just filled with water from the rain pouring outside.

panic seized him as he ran back to the house, calling your name like a little child who had lost his mother.

“y/n? y/n!” he yelled, pulling out his phone to call you.

just as he was about to dial your number, seungcheol heard the front door unlock. as he turned towards the door, a completely drenched you stepped in, looking thoroughly tired and exhausted.

in record speed he was by your side, aggressively wrapping his arms around you as he pulled you into a hug. you were so cold, and so wet, that it made him squeeze you even more harder.

“seung- what are you-”

“where were you?” he muttered, feeling his voice quiver as relief flooded him. there were so many things he wanted to ask you, like ask you why you were out so late or if you had dinner yet all he could manage was this simple question.

“first get off me!” you said, trying to push him off, but that just made him tighten his grip on you even more. there was no way he was moving from this spot. “seungcheol, you’ll catch a cold!”

“i don’t care.” he said, feeling the wetness of your clothes seeping into his. you weren’t hugging him back, but he knew he didn’t even deserve it. at least you weren’t pushing him back anymore. “where were you?” he whispered again.

“i was at my office?” you answered dryly, causing him to finally look at you. he frowned at you, not buying your answer even one bit.

“then why are you wet from the rain? where’s your car?”

“my tire got punctured. and because it was late, i wasn’t getting any taxi. so i had to walk back home.”

“why didn’t you call me?” as soon as the question left his lips he felt stupid. he didn’t even have to look at you narrowing your eyes at him to know how dumb his question was. how could he even say that when he was the one who had blocked off all contacts first? 

“well, you know the answer to that. now get out of my way. i’m cold, my head hurts and i need a shower-”

“your head hurts?” he asked, feeling panic seize him again. oh god, oh god, you were sick? if you ended up with a cold or fever it would all be his fault. “wait, let me prepare you hot water-”

“you don’t have to do anything.” you said with a smile, though he wasn’t sure if you were sarcastic or not. you were so sweet that he had a hard time now understanding when you were truly mad at him. you shrugged off your coat and was about to walk off with it but he grabbed it from you, causing you to look at him in surprise.

“i’ll, uh, put it in the washing machine.” he said meekly. you blinked at him before slowly nodding and then walking back to your bedroom. 

“did you have dinner?” he asked once again, just as you were about to step into the bathroom. this time, he saw your hand clench on the doorknob, as you turned to him to give him a glare. 

“doesn’t matter.”

“no, it does. you’re having a headache and i-”

“i said,” you snapped, “it doesn’t matter. just put that coat to the washing machine and go back to sleep. you don’t need to care about me, seungcheol-”

“cheol.” he stopped you, his voice strained. he could finally feel how horrible he was with you and a small part of him was breaking thinking of how he had managed to say those things to you.

that caught you off guard. “what?” you asked, unsure about what he was referring to.

slowly, he walked over to you and when he was right in front of you, he fell to his knees.

“what are-” you began as your hands automatically moved to lift him up but he caught them in his instead, looking up to meet your angry eyes with his tearful ones. 

“cheol.” he repeated again. “that’s what you used to call me since the day we met.” he gave your hand a little squeeze as your mouth fell slightly open, drinking in your expression.

god, you were beautiful.

how had he not noticed it? he had always known you were pretty but right now as he looked up at you, he realised you were beautiful.

how blind was he to never notice it? how cruel was he to walk over your kindness? and how damned would he be to treat you this way when you clearly deserved so much more better things?

maybe it was the thought of losing you for a few seconds that had finally opened his eyes. 

“i’m so sorry.” he began in a whisper as you continued staring back at him. tears pricked his eyes but he didn’t even bother blinking them away. “i’m so, so sorry y/n. i know i don’t deserve you or your forgiveness but i’m so sorry. i’m so sorry for being this selfish and blaming everything on you. i’m so sorry for making you feel this way when you deserve the world. i’m so sorry you ended up with a jerk like me-”

“seungcheol. cheol.” you cut him off, freeing one of your hands as you gently cupped his cheek. he found himself leaning into your touch, which was warm despite that your entire body was still cold. he felt your thumb brush against his cheek, wiping off a tear as he closed his eyes.

he truly didn’t deserve an angel like you.

“you hurt me, you know.” he heard you say and he opened his eyes to look back at you. you looked so pained right now that he could almost hear his own heart shatter. “i- i tried so hard, and you just-”

“i’m sorry.” he whispered, bringing your hand wrapped in his to his lips. gently brushing them against your skin, he continued. “i- i promise. i’ll work equally hard and make this work. i’ll make sure that this works.”

you sniffled slightly as you smiled back at him softly. 

“thank you.” you whispered and he nodded. “thank you so much. it means a lot to me.”

“now go have a shower quickly.” he said, letting your hand go finally. “or else you’ll catch a cold. and by that time i’ll order pork tonkatsu and some other stuff from your favourite restaurant. is that okay?” 

you looked at him in surprise.

“how do you know i like pork tonkatsu from that place?”

“you know we share the same wifi right?”

“oh, so you’re those kind of guys who secretly observes and then takes care, huh?” you joked, to which he found himself rolling his eyes.

“yeah, yeah, sure. i’ll be whatever type of guy you want me to be, baby.”

A/N: Please do tell me what you think about this story!! I worked really hard on it and I would love to know everyone’s thoughts on it~ Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

© 𝐆𝐘𝐔-𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

[exhaslo]

Okay hear me out… but like enemies-to-lovers Miguel that leads to hate/angry sex??!? 😳🫣 like with Brat!Reader omggg? They could prolly be competing in something and also fight for dominance in bed ><

Lol, I can totally see this! Especially if it's a Black Cat Reader variant.

Warning: Smut, Minors DNI, angry sex, cussing

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Once again, you were being a menace to society. As the official 2099 Black Cat, you took it upon yourself to do as much stealing as you can. You had a goal in mind and a person to annoy. A particular Spider to drive crazy.

You had been at it for months. At first it was harmless flirting, but when the big, fancy Spiderman refused to cave, you became a brat. You just existed to annoy him every given chance you got. He refused to see you as a woman, so you refused to see him as a man.

It got to the point where the two of you saw each other as mortal enemies. Always getting in each other's way and annoying the shit out of one another. Despite all of that, you still loved to bother the living shit out of Spiderman. You wanted to see him crack under pressure because of you.

"Awe, looks like the Spider came to play." You teased.

Your eyes glanced at his large back, furrowing your brows as he ignored you. You grunted lowly and approached him, whipping your hair in his face.

"What a beautiful night to commit a crime~"

"Can you just...not?" Oh, he sounded pissed off.

"What's wrong, Spidey? Cat's got your tongue?" You chuckled lowly.

"I'm not in the mood. Just behave and go home."

"Gee, who would do such a thing?"

"Why can't you just listen for once?" Spiderman said with a low groan. You raised a brow, inching closer to him, "Stop testing me."

"Fiiiine. I'll leave you alone, but I will go steal some jewels."

You said with a wide grin before dashing off. You swore you heard Spiderman cuss. Now that brought a smile to your face. You were making him crack. Although, you were slightly curious as to why he was so angry. You weren't the cause of it, but hopefully you could make it worse.

Landing right on your next target location, you let out a cheer. This was going to be a big score for you. All of these precious jewels were going to sell so nicely for you to get the things you actually wanted. Just the thought of the money in your hands sent shivers down your spine!

Clawing your way inside, you hummed happily as you easily stole your new jewels. Not a single alarm went off as usual. Stepping out of the building, you gasped as you felt yourself being pulled violently.

"Wha-"

"I thought I told you to go home." Spiderman hissed lowly. You could hear the venom in his tone,

"I just was! You didn't catch me in time so these are mine to keep!" You spat back.

Spiderman just gave you a glare as he snatched the jewels out of your hands and threw them inside the building. You gasped as the alarm went off. Hissing, you went to scratch Spiderman, but he caught your wrists.

"Stop being such a brat."

"Make me."

You never thought things would turn out this way. Right as you snapped towards Spiderman, he up and kissed you. You gripped his hands, kissing him back, still trying to free yourself. You felt your body being pressed against a wall as Spiderman held you in place.

"That made you shut up." He hissed lowly. You caught your breathe,

"Who wouldn't it?" You huffed and squirmed slightly, "Are you going to let me go?"

"Are you going to go home?"

"I will if you take me there."

There was that frustrating flirting again. Honestly, you thought you'd never do it again. Spiderman took you up on that offer and the two of you bickered and argued the whole way there. Once you were home, you went to cuss out Spiderman once more for throwing your jewels away, but he stopped you mid sentence with another forceful kiss.

You grumbled and dragged him inside your apartment, wanting to teach him a lesson. His hands were all over your and you were all over him. Clothes were thrown on the floor and your bodies were pressed up against each other. His mask was still on and so was yours, but your lips kept meeting each other.

"Going...to give...you a reason...to stop...being so...annoying." Spiderman said in between kisses.

"As if."

With a grunt, you watched as Spiderman took your panties off. His hand started to rub your clit and poke your cunt. You shivered, but refused to give in. Your hands trailed down his chest, reaching for his cock as he started to finger you.

"Still not...mhm...going to tell me your name, Spidey?"

"Maybe if you behave."

You flung your head back as he started to pump his fingers into you at a fast pace. You moaned loudly, surprised by how good he was. His fingers were so thick too, you could only imagine the size of his dick. Just the thought made you squeeze against his fingers.

"Now that's what I want to hear." Spiderman huffed.

You arched your back, moaning as you cam against his hand. Panting softly, you grumbled towards his satisfied look. Not wanting to be defeated, you pulled him onto the bed and crawled onto his lap. A smirk against your lips as you stroked his dick,

"Two can play at this game."

"Kitty wants to play?" Spiderman grumbled lowly as he tried to take control.

You huffed, trying to argue with him. He easily flipped you over, pressing your face against your bed sheets. He thrusted his dick inside you, causing you to moan loudly and squirm under him. He held your hips tightly, slapping himself into you.

"I told you to behave. Why do you always have to be so fucking annoying, huh? I'm always having to clean up your messes!"

"N-No one asked you...mhm~ too!" You whined, feeling his dick hit that sweet spot.

"I wonder if you'll fucking behave now?" He grunted lowly as your pussy squeezed his dick more, "Call me Miguel. I want to hear you cry my name out when you cum."

"M-Mig-" You gripped the bed sheets, not wanting to play his game.

You gasped as he slapped your ass and raised your hips slightly higher. His dick now pounding that sweet spot each time. Your body trembled as you came hard. His name rolling off your lips as he kept thrusting into you.

"For once you listen. Good girl," Miguel spat.

You whined as he pulled out and cummed against your folds. You weren't happy with this. Trying to use whatever strength you had left, you pushed Miguel onto the bed and sat on his dick. Another moan escaped your lips as you bounced against him, smirking slightly,

"A-As if...I'll let you...mhm~ w-win...t-this." You whimpered, feeling so full. Miguel held your hips as he helped you,

"What's wrong, (Y/N)? Can't handle my dick? I thought cats were flexible?"

You shivered as he said your name. The bastard knew this whole time?! You tried to complain, but your words were coming out as gibberish. Your mind was fogging up. All you could think about was him fucking you. He was so rough. His thrusts were so fast. If this was what angry sex felt like, you sure as shit wanted more of it.

"Is this all it takes to shut you up? I'll have to do this more often," Miguel groaned as you slowed down.

"S'much~ M-Mig..." You whimpered.

Miguel hummed as you cam against his dick once more. Right when he was going to chase his high, he huffed as you wrapped your legs around him. Your stubborn ass. Unable to stop, Miguel moaned lowly as he unloaded inside of you.

"There, happy?"

"Of course not!"

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"Yes! Yes!" You cried out as Miguel held your hips, fucking you against an alleyway.

You had gotten caught trying to steal yet again. Dear ol' Spiderman had to come around and teach you a lesson, again. You swore you weren't losing your touch. It was just...You liked these harsh lessons he always gave you.

Miguel always had to bully your cunt, making sure your pussy remembered the shape of his dick. He always made sure his marks were all over you. Miguel was possessive and so were you. The scratch marks on his back were proof of that.

"My kitty's getting sloppy. You didn't even argue this time when I caught you." Miguel whispered in your ear. You tighten around him,

"C-Can't argue when you don't listen."

"Oh, I don't listen?" Miguel fasten his pace, giving your rough and deep thrusts, "I thought I told you to wear those panties I like so much? Where are they?"

"In the wash! Ah~ You ruined the last ones, c-covering them in...in so much...mhm~"

"Tsk, tsk. Arguing again. I suppose I need to ruin this pair too." Miguel said with a soft sigh.

Your vison blurred as you cam against his dick. You tried to hold onto the wall, but you felt your limbs grow weak. Miguel was still pounding your abused cunt, filling it over and over again. You had forgotten when this small hatred turned into ongoing lust.

The only thing you did know was that both you and Miguel kept wanting each other. No matter how much you annoyed the shit out of him, Miguel was always there to shut you up. Sometimes you got lucky and were the one to shut him up.

Either way, you were going to steal again tomorrow. You had a lesson to learn after all.

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Hope you enjoyed!!

[green-alien-turdz]

Hi, I know its been a minute n I don't really like that there is like one or two posts between this n my last 'i'm still alive' post. I'm sorry. I wanted to say thank you to everyone in general, but also the mfs who said some nice ass shit to me. Sorry I said some concernin ass shit n just dipped, that was pretty fucked. I never really had people care like all the people on here, so I ain't too used to havin to be more careful with the shit I do n say.

Thank you to everyone for the kind words, concern, n care. Comin back to see all of it made my fuckin heart melt. I know I'm just some dumbass postin south park shit on tumblr, but you guys are genuinely the most amazin mfs I've ever encountered. To the people who were in my inbox askin if I was still alive, I sincerely apologize for causin any stress or concern, it's not my intention. You guys are the sweetest people, and I'm sorry for doin that. I should prolly stop bein as vocal about bein so fucked, but I also like to be honest n I like sharin this shit bcuz I know mfs be goin through the same shit n bein alone in it feels fuckin awful majority of the time.

I am not well. I am doin very bad actually. There's a chance imma be forcefully medicated in the near future. Which is weird bcuz I used to always want that, I wanted to be fixed, but now I'm not sure for like a TON of reasons. One, ion wanna be changed (in a sense). If the meds take away or dull core aspects of myself, I will lose it further than I have already. Two, my parents raised me to never trust doctors or medicine, etc. Even though I do think modern medicine is a great thing, I still have my fears bcuz of how I was raised. Three, I fear the fuck outta what I will do. I know they warn that adjustment periods n shit like that can make things worse- but I literally cannot get any worse. If I do, I know I will not come out alive. Which bleeds into reason four, which is that I know, at some point, I would try n overdose. Handin me such a quick n thoughtless way to just end it is like the worst fuckin thing they could do. But whatever. Ion even know when it's gonna happen, all I know is that ion got a choice. Like, I'm pretty sure it's a situation that, if I don't comply, imma be locked tf up.

Uhh minor update shit- my cat came back home after almost a month of bein fuckin somewhere. She came back skinny, dirty, n sick, but she is slowly recoverin n I've never been more thankful. ED is still kickin my ass, but I'm forcin myself to at least have a fuckin soup I made bcuz I can't get shit done at work if I keep faintin or gettin injured. I have little to no time to do shitfuck, but still do random shit periodically before or after work. I actually redid my dresser n made some stupid ass video about the handles that I might post to youtube if I quit bein a pussy about it.

I haven't been drawin my fanart as of late- but I do want to. Imma focus on doin the requests I have bcuz I wanna give back the best I can. You guys stick with me through thick n thin. I thank you all so much. I'm sorry I'm always MIA. So my posts for a little bit are gonna be the requests n answerin all of my inbox. Ion know how long it'll take, but hopefully it won't get borin. I genuinely love makin things. I love drawin the shit I do n people findin some sort of connection to their lives or themselves. I just want people to feel less alone, less ugly, less whatever the fuck you feel. Each n every one of ya is fuckin amazin, so please don't forget it.

Imma stfu now. But I hope you guys have a good rest of your day or night or eternity. I'll be back to postin shortly, thank you for stickin with this shit show

[supertrxshwrites]

Cowboy sheriff AU

Jason Todd & The Outlaws

* Jason is sheriff and everyone loves him but the reader.

* Reader thinks he’s a sloppy, careless, drunk who only flashes the badge to get what he wants

*he frequents the saloon the reader bartends at and the second they see that red bandana stumble through the swinging doors they know their night is going to get worse

* he always winds up the crowd which always ends in a bar fight which he conveniently leaves before it gets really bad

* his little posse also irks the reader A LOT

*roy is Sheriff Todd’s right hand man and deputy which meant he also had a badge of sorts

* and the woman her name was Kori she didn’t talk much but every once in a while the reader would catch her tussling with some drunk that made a remark. Breaking a table, putting a hole through the wall or causing any other damage in the process

* Anytime a real crime or disturbance was happening the sheriff would take care of it, but in his own special way

* it rubs the reader the wrong way

*every once in a while they run into each other in town. Whether they are leaving the bank or locking up the saloon and he makes a point to say something just to get under their skin

“howdy, nice day we’re havin’”. He says with a mischievous grin as he follows the reader walking side by side at they carry some groceries

“ oh god not today..” they breathe out picking up their pace

“Woah woah woah now hold yer horses I’m not here to give you any trouble sweetheart” he says standing in front of the reader with a shit eating grin plastered on his face

“ what do you want.” They say flatly

Jason taps the small metal badge

They sigh with an eye roll.

“What do you want, Sheriff”

“You roll em any harder, doll they’ll fall right out” he says with a smirk

“Cmere lemme help you with that” he says taking the bag helping you carry it home. Yeah the sheriff could be an immature asshole but he could also be a gentleman

* when the reader isn’t working at the saloon they make food for the men that work in the mines all day.

*sheriff and his cronies take advantage of that and try to get free food

( I’m prolly gonna add more but if anyone has any other HC’s for Cowboy!Jason feel free to comment or inbox mee)

[weebsinstash]

I wanna be best buds with Lucifer. All my brain cells r now fixated on the short munchkin dressed like a haunted puppet with depression who CLEARLY needs a new passion project in his life.

Depressed Dad is clearly in need of something or someONE to kick him out of his depression funk. Y/N could be just the ESA he needs. The hell equivalent of those little marimo moss balls parents buy for kids who are too irresponsible to remember to feed fish.

What I'm saying is, the platonic yandere potential is off the charts. We go to Valentino to get hungover and fucked, but we go to Luci for a hangover cure and a comfy couch to crash on.

Honestly I was thinking of something, like

Lucifer just wants to assume everyone down there is the worst, but imagine he comes to the Hotel to see Charlie and Reader is there as a guest and, SOMETHING happens

Like I was imagining it would be really cute if Lucifer's first visit to the Hotel went significantly worse and Charlie and him are arguing and Reader is the one who tries to help them make amends. Constantly fighting the feminine urge to put musicals in these fucking fics or posts but you wind up singing a tune about how WAIT, please don't go, the two of them have to make up, and clearly he's a good person and an even better dad because CHARLIE is like rhe nicest sweetest bestest person you've ever met

and then after you're done Charlie is like BAWLING like when Angel forgave her, just grabbing you and her Dad, "this is the first time they've saaaaang, they've been too shy and they did it for US, that's so beautiful!!!" just like HARD CRYING and you're basically like Honorary Child 2 at that point

I can just. mmm, imagine if you knew Val first and then befriended the Morningstars. Valentino tries to force you to do something one day and you're just like, picking up your phone, staring Val dead in the face as you text someone. FIVE MINUTES LATER, there's a knock to the door of the set, and you rush to open it, and everyone starts losing their fucking MIIIINDS as LUCIFER HIMSELF walks in

You give Valentino a grin that would have made a demon proud as if to say "fucking try me bitch" before turning back to Lucifer, "heeeeeey short king! I'm sorry for messaging out of the blue but I missed you! Hey, i think my friend Mr Valentino was about to like, give me a job or something?"

Lucifer's just all, "oh, you mean like working the lights or, helping mop the floors cause, I don't think that suits a young lady/man/whatever like yourself!"

Like can you imagine Val was having you read some AWFUL like NAAAAASTY script before Luci came in and it's still in his hand and you point at it, "hey isn't that it right there?" And Valentino and potentially even Vox have to SCRAMBLE, "No no not at all, this is, uh, my laundromat receipt!" *shoves the entire booklet into a nearby shark demon's mouth

Lucifer is standing there being, kinda judgy like he was with Charlie's hotel but otherwise being friendly and YOURE the one being the "silent" menace. Valentino is GRINDING his teeth, "soooo, Mr Morningstar, sir, big fan, excellent work, uh, what can we do for you?" And you're just slinging an arm around THE DEVIL "oh, me and him were gonna go grab lunch and I was maybe gonna crash at his daughter's new place where Mr Lucifer here is gonna be visiting all the time. You don't mind right?" and Vox has to step in and answer "yeah, sure no problem!!!" because Valentino is about to devolve into nothing but furious squeaking

This is an idea I'm prolly gonna wind up using for a platonic Husker thing but, Reader having an abusive childhood and Lucifer becomes aware that YOUR dad was a mean piece of shit, definitely down in Hell too or previously exterminated, and Lucifer just finds you like DRUNK IN THE GUTTER, "I'm a looooooser just like my dad". Like. Yandad Luci here is probably the type where he sees you having ONE bad hangover and he's concrete convinced you're a hardcore alcoholic and need rehab STAT. Which may be true but what I'm saying is is that, he sees you at your weakest ONCE and he's suddenly like "Oh no, duckling! cmon, let, uh, let ... Daaaaaad help you? 🥺" and you find out his idea of help is like. Extremely well intentioned but horribly well executed as he's over here, "you know what helps MY depression? Inventing things in my workshop" and you look around to 4000 versions of the same rubber duck and you're like "s so.... is it working" and he just emphatically declares "No! :D but I think it's getting a little better with you here!" and your fate is fucking sealed and wait until Lilith moseys on back into town and finds the "savior" of her goofy little husband and best bud of her daughter and now you've got every Morningstar on your side in totally The Most Normal Ways Possible :)

[savstan1]

this is inspired by @/horsegirlwarcrimes (tumblr) fic ‘What I Need Right Now Is Some Good Advice’ which for all my fellow sqh truthers i IMPLORE you to read it’s so good they give each character such a distinct voice/personality it’s worth it soooo bad.

anyways thanks to THEM my sqh brain rot has gotten worse and i made a sqh in like 2 hours. sketchy kinda but i like it and it makes me giggle. idk when my next sqh will be because april is a busy month academically and i want to pass sooooo bad even tho my attitude doesn’t represent that. anyways stay strong sqh lovers

(that ugly baby is supposed to be lbh. i love when babies come out looking like its their first day on earth and then they just get cuter the longer they’re here like awwww. lbh would’ve been an UGLY baby i feel it. prolly a cute asf toddler that constantly got into shit tho)

[greenunoreversecard]

Idk if you do requests but Could you possibly do a ninjago Cole x Baker reader

And maybe they meet in R bakery and it's just pure fluff <3

A/N: mix of two requests. Also this is prolly shit as it is almost 5am, I haven't slept.

This is a small lil drabble to feedz the peoplez

Layered Cakes and frosting Mistakes

I never thought I'd end up being in a long term relationship with one of the infamous ninja.

Yet here we are, our one year anniversary.

Cole has been nothing but a romantic since the beginning, when he first walked into my bakery. I remember how he tripped over his shoes when he first entered, the welcome mat having been misplaced and catching the tip of his boot. I remember how I giggled lightly, still trying to keep a professional facade. The entire time I took his order- which I ended up catering a party for him and his ninja buddies- he was staring at me, starstruck. I remember how he stumbled over his words, lightly twirling the string of his hoodie between his fingers. Which I now know is more of a nervous stim than anything. I remember riding my number on the back of the receipt I had handed him, his lopsided smiled and slightly nervous demeanor charming me. I know now that he was nervous because of me, but it was still so endearing to see. His slightly flushed face and dazed look as he ordered.

I had never considered myself attractive, but he always made me feel like the most stunning person in the world.

It's after hours in my bakery now, and Cole comes in through the back door. I'd given him a key a while back, after an incident where I got so caught up in work I forgot about a date.

He greets me, pecking my forehead, then my nose, and finally landing a kiss on my lips. I smile into it, giddy in a way I can't explain.

"Hello, darling" he says, breathing slightly erratic. One can only assume if he was fighting someone or ran here. I snicker at the thought of him bolting away from his friends, just to see me.

Simple little me.

"hello, baby" I say back, pecking his lips a few more times. "Ready to bake?" I ask eyebrow raised, seeing as he is a well-known klutz in the kitchen. But he insisted on helping bake the cake for our anniversary.

His grin widens, eyes sparkling.

"I'm always ready!" His hand slide around my waist, head resting on my shoulder. "What's our first step?"

"first, mister-" I wiggle out of his grasp, before putting a finger on his chest. Finally getting a good look at the grime that's accumulated on him throughout the day "I want you to go clean up and then get on apron"

He chuckles lightly, but does is requested. We both scrub up putting on aprons. I had taken mine off because I had started doing paperwork. I had the ingredients lined on the counter and I quickly lead him over after he's ready. Excitedly explaining what type of cake we're making and how we make it, the entire time he's staring at me, and eventually I realized that the look in his eyes isn't that of someone who's keenly listening, rather, it's the look of someone who's distracted, his eyes are sparkling again and they're soft with affection.

"and-.." I trail off, before smirking. "You're not even listening, are you?"

"Hm?" His gaze raises from my lips.

I chuckle, but can't find it in me to be upset with him.

"just do exactly what I tell you, okay?"

"of course, I won't mess this up!"

..

He did indeed mess it up. There's flour everywhere, and for some reason I can feel at least a handful of salt in my apron pocket.

Not even 15 minutes in, he couldn't resist throwing a bit of flour and it dissolved from there. My sides hurt from all the laughing and his hair has become lightly dusted and white as I had shaped it up into a mohawk with a floury-watery mixture. (He encouraged it, wanted to see if we could get it to stick)

My kitchen is in a worse state than we are, various white powders staining every counter top.

But he just looks too happy to be mad at. He has a wide gummy smile, eyes crinkling at the corners, and you can tell he's having the time of his life.

I probably look similar to him, I haven't stopped smiling since he entered the room, and covered in just as much flour as he is.

I don't think I would have imagined a better way to spend my one year anniversary then making a giant mess with the person I love the most.

[pumpkinsy0]

Can we get some more hcs for the post anon and you made about Soda and Curly being brought together but also pushed away by them helping pony (I hope you know what I'm talking about idk how to explain it 😭)

YEA I DO NO WORRIES I GOT THIS

•OK SO, to b clear, mainly what i mean by “brought together but also pushed away from each other bc of their relationship w pony” i mean that they both agree that pony needs help or something like that, they can just never agree on how

•to add on, they both have parts of their character that they can relate to when it comes to each other, theyre both middle children who r pretty much glossed over in the public eye and arent seen as 3 dimensional as their siblings and they COULD form a friendship generally speaking from that, but how they interact w pony throws each other way tf off (hope this made sense)

•when pony gets hurt, curly and soda kinda act the same way, for example, both go to their older brothers for help

•but the thing is, the other feels like the others brother wont help, curly feels like darry wont do jack shit and just lets it continue, soda feels like tim would just make things worse for pony bc that would make him a target

•they both quite literally have the equivalent of spidey senses when it comes to pony being in trouble

•idk how to summarize this one, but curly feels like soda babys pony way too much and soda feels like curly makes pony grow up too fast

•if pony rolls up to one of em w something he got from the other, they both have the same reaction and its like “why did he give u that, u shouldnt have that, get rid of it”, they KNOW the other is trying to help (at least to some degree) but honestly they see them as more of a nuisance

•ngl part of the reason y they dont agree on how to take care of pony is prolly bc they dont realize that pony acts like differently w em, or if they did, they feel like how pony acts around them is the “true” pony

•they wont say it but they do commend each other for fighting for pony or at least trying to protect pony, once soda patched curly up after fighting to protect pony, thats like the nicest they ever were to each other

•they both look out for pony during a rumble, chances r they wouldve tag teamed that soc that kicked pony in the head if curly was there, never wouldve brought it up that they did that ever again tho

•if they were in like a place where they gotta stay on high alert, they’d both agree that pony should stay behind them in case anything popped up, but they r lowkey just pushing pony to them, its lowkey a game of tug of war

[weaselbeaselpants]

If I were a cartoon review youtuber, some of my videos would definitely be:

Underrated Animated films you should see vol. 1 - ongoing

Complete look at Skunk Fu! and all it's episodes

What's ACTUALLY wrong with Illumination films (spoiler: it's not the designs). And that video would probably have a sequel ironically unironically accusing Chris Meladandri of being a White Walker who rips out movies' souls.

Disturbing Animated Film Iceberg.

A calming, sweet short retrospective on The World of Peter Rabbit and Friends.

Killing off the idea of "endgame". Tho, tbf, I'm definitely going to be writing that thesis statement down someday. I guess in video format it'd be a big "did this series REALLY fall off cuz the creator catered to fans?" breakdown of a few shows.

A video about 9. Because of course I'd make something about 9.

Politically heavy (but not horror) animated films.

An essay explaining the difference between what I want to see in a story vs what's actually good in a story; and likewise the difference between what I personally do/don't find offensive and what's objectively offensive as a viewer.

The dichotomy and standards between different talking animal films.

A review about Mary and Max and why I like it but it's okay if other autists don't. which would be a broader video about how to listen to the opinions of demographics and minorities and not to treat any one as a hivemind.

Movies that I dislike but aren't actually bad.

Movies I love that aren't really all that good.

A deeper dive on my take that Steven Universe was always deeply flawed but having an otherwise working ending; where Star vs was a well-written show that utterly biffed it on the ending.

The Swan Princess is secret conservative propaganda.

The 31 dumbest things in Oogies Revenge.

Zero's Journey is the only good TNBC continuation.

13 Horror animated Feature Films. For Halloween, of course...

My issue with Dreamworks' stans and why I dislike How to Train You Dragon 2.

My issues with Anti v Proshipping. Def would be a multi part series explaining why I think most of the problem is just people really aggresively bulling one another -AND THEN, getting into heinous fandom shit that no one talks about and the ethics of children online and freedom of expression.

Prolly then would make an exclusive (cuz it's dirty) review abt the rights of r34 and adult artists and what they had to/have to put up with both from peers and websites banning explicit material.

What absolutely doesn't work about Pocahontas and Anastasia.

I'd do a series called "Spitball Re-haul" wherein I go through a revisioned show's premise and then explain all the reasons for the changes. I'd make:

How I'd rewrite The Owl House season 3.

How I'd rewrite Star vs the Forces of Evil "Cleaved".

How I'd rewrite Strange Magic.

How I'd rewrite Raya and the Last Dragon.

How I'd rewrite Seasons 4-8 of Friendship is Magic.

My tinfoil hat video on Disney trying to profit so much off of fans is hurting their bases.

Mapping out and analyzing different types of crossover fiction, their merits and their issues with story-keeping.

Mythological and cultural animated films.

and finally, for when I'd muster up the strength:

an HBomberGuy-type callout/deepdive into MysteriousMrEnter and Lily Orchard and how they've made cartoon reviews worse.

[viivzn]

i have arrived in your inbox yet again to help your masterlist expand

platonic uzi + best friend! reader who are literally inseparable from each other and would kill for the other

pls she’s so girlboss i love her /p i want to be her friend so bad 💔

headcanons pls!!! 🎉

🦑⠀⊹⠀DUOS TILL DEATH

pairs. platonic·bestfriend!f!reader + uzi - M.D

req by. wither !! (omg hi again mwa)

type. headcanons.

a/n. ILYSM FOR MAKING UR REQUEST A LITTLE SPECIFIC MWAMWKAMWMA XOXOXX,, also this islike kinda my first time writing platonic requests hopefully this won't turn cliche or shit i'd cry and i'd prolly receive hate eugh. proofread !!

you guys are literally entangled or impossible to be separated from each other.

she likes weapons, so are you.

do people really think THEY can break you two apart after being friends for years? hell no; you two know each other that much, you guys would even kill for each other, there's no way you guys would isolate or winnow apart.

you'd even stay at her room occasionally, due to having no robot parents.

yet, you would still argue at some times. even if the subject is stupid, that doesn't make you guys segregate however. that's foul.

meeting those..., drones who kill worker drones ─ made you take advantage of being defensive to your bestfriend. who wouldn't? that's just excruciating to experience, even if it means almost getting killed by a murder drone named N.

uzi however, told you to be calm about it, reassuring that he wouldn't hurt you two.

although that still didn't cease from you ─ eyeing the male murder drone.

who would blame you though? they kill and drink oil from the majority of your beings, alias worker drones like you.

nevertheless, time by time you get more comfortable hanging around with that guy, and another drone named V. and as expected, you didn't let your guard down from being defensive about uzi. like i said once, you two are impossible to be separated from each other.

you duos' talk shit about people by the way. robots like you don't get too numb or boring. boring is just a boring word. entertainment and enjoyment would mostly best describe you two.

you do envy her, in a good way ─ for having the absolute solver. yet at the same time you didn't want it, your gut tells you it'll be worse.

and yeah, your gut did jinx the future.

you would always be by her side nowadays,, ever since she found out she had the infection too. even if she told you she wants to be alone, she liked your comfort and presence, until the camping trip occurred randomly.

oh uhh, let's say,, she bit your arm and devoured it afterwards!:3

haha traumatized, and no right arm. skill issue!!

but uh, you had your ways, you repaired it eventually though you mainly used it for shooting or attacking threats, after accidentally inventing an arm that changes some kinds of weapons to your satisfaction.

likes, comments, reblogs are always appreciated<3

[braisedhoney]

me: oh. feels like i’m finally calming down and am able to not think only about tsp every waking hour of my life. i mean it's still there, but i can breathe! that’s nice… i wonder what i should do with my ti—

arthur fucking morgan dropping all his shit into my brain like a new tenant: evenin’ ‘captain’.

me: CHRIST

me: okay. okay this… makes sense. cowboy bullshit that’s fine. i guess. hi? am i at least able to draw you?

arthur: ‘prolly not. got a funny lookin’ art style.

me: ...

blondie (not actually blond) from a movie franchise made in 1966: it gets worse. just in case you were wondering.

me: i miss rango. can we go back to that.

[helli-phy]

a/n:

hi hi hi!!! 🙊

this is my first actual fic. usually I write lil one shots.

I prolly won’t finish this one (I mean I think it’s only gonna be 5 chapters max.)

so um anyways

sweet dreams

onewaybroadcast (delulu vox x alastor)

chapter 1

Vox had what some would likely call a mild obsession.

A mild obsession with Alastor.

His rival.

His fucking rival.

The worst part was that Alastor didn’t even pay attention to Vox.

That just made the obsession worse.

2:35 AM

Vox had been locked in his room since he found out that the Radio Demon had come back after a brief seven years. He had thought, during Alastor’s absence, that he could get over it. But no. As soon as Vox had seen Alastor’s stupid shit-eating grin, he relapsed back into his old feelings.

Feelings.

Vox wasn’t even sure what feelings they were.

He just wanted Alastor to pay attention to him! He just wanted attention. Just attention. Attention. That’s all. Not affection, Vox kept telling himself. Just attention. I just want attention.

Of course, Valentino and Velvette had both tried to drag Vox out of his room, unsuccessfully. He refused to budge. He was lucky he was a sinner rather than a human, or he would’ve died of dehydration at this point.

Vox had even tried to drag himself out of bed, but couldn’t find the energy. He simply groaned and rolled over. Half his pillows were shredded and on the floor. A few of the many TV screens that blanketed Vox’s walls had been smashed. Thousands of dollars of keyboards, mouses, and computer parts scattered the floor, irreparably damaged. Vox himself had fallen into disarray. His eyes were manic, as was the cyan smile covering his screen. His coat hung loosely around his elbows, his upper body freezing and his arms sweating. He’d been having almost continuous panic attacks for the last week. If he hadn’t had a TV for a head, he probably would’ve been sobbing uncontrollably.

6:35 AM

Vox tried to breath. To calm down. Somehow, after a moment, it worked. He slowly sat up, the blanket that previously hugged him sliding off of his shoulders. He sighed. “It’s not even a big deal. It’s just.. Alastor. Just another demon. Pull yourself together, Vox.” He mumbled to himself under his breath. He fumbled, pulling off his coat and tossing it off of his bed, cringing as the unpleasant cold bled down onto his arms now as well. He precariously slid off his bed, trying not to step on any broken electronics or pillow stuffing. Vox continued tiptoeing around the mess, stumbling to his door and cracking it open. The scent of smoke hit his nostrils almost instantly and he gagged. “Fucking Val…” he mumbled.

He stepped out into the hallway, walking towards the stairwell before changing his mind and pivoting into the elevator. He pressed the button for the ground floor, wanting to get out of the V Tower and get a breath of fresh air. The elevator ride seemed to take an excruciatingly long time. Vox was left with his own thoughts again, accompanied only by the creaking of the elevator. When he finally heard the little thump of the bottom of the elevator hitting the ground floor, he hurried out the door. He made it halfway through the lounge before he heard Valentino’s annoying bitch-ass whiney voice.

“Hey, Voxy, darling~! You finally dragged that lazy ass of yours out of bed, mm~?” Vox sighed quietly in annoyance, turning to Val and hoping he couldn’t tell that the smile on Vox’s screen was very forced. Valentino thankfully didn’t seem to notice, or at least he didn’t care. He wrapped his bottom set of arms around Vox’s waist, much to Vox’s dismay and discomfort. He had to restrain himself from gagging as the stench of Valentino’s pheromone smoke invaded his nostrils. Val continued, unperturbed.

“Why don’t we go for a drink? Just you and me, yeah?” Valentino’s eyes narrow with a smirk. Vox had to hold himself back, as to not lash out and hit the cocky moth whore. Instead, he opts for a simple sigh to regain his composure as he slides out of Val’s arms, distancing himself and the freaky porn insect.

“I appreciate the offer, Val, but I don’t think alcohol is quite what I’m craving right now.”

Valentino snarled, blowing more smoke into Vox’s face. “Suit yourself. But I’ll be waiting until you change your mind, cariño.”

As Valentino pivoted out of the room, Vox let out a not-so-secret sigh of relief, realising his mistake as Valentino’s figure tensed slightly. Thankfully, he didn’t turn back. Vox stood in the lounge, alone with his thoughts again. At least Valentino’s little disturbance had gotten Vox’s mind off of Alast-

Vox groaned in annoyance as he remembered why he was even so worked up in the first place. Alastor.

He stepped out of the large double doors to the Vs Tower, breathing a sigh of relief as he felt Hell’s warm wind blowing against his skin. A familiar feeling, a grounding sensation after so long locked up in his room. In hindsight, maybe having a temper tantrum and flipping out and breaking his room in half wasn’t the brightest idea. Of course, it wasn’t a money issue, just a slight inconvenience, since now he’d probably have to call up an assistant to clean up the mess.

Vox started trotting happily along the sidewalk, no clear destination in mind as he hummed a quiet tune to himself, some jazz song he had heard a while back. He paused and scowled. Of course it was jazz. Why did everything have to remind him of the stupid Radio Demon? “Fucking hell,” he mumbled in frustration as he continued to walk along hell’s narrow streets. “Next time I see that fucking dipshit’s stupid yellow grin I’m going to-“

“Going to what, my dear?”

Vox whipped around at the sound of that stupid staticky voice. His eyes were wide, his cyan teeth barred in frustration.

“Alastor.” He said curtly, looking away uncomfortably as the cannibal demon stared straight at Vox’s eyes.

“Good to see you, old friend.” Alastor tilted his head to the side, his grin a mix of intrigue and mockery.

“Don’t start that shit with me, you-”Vox growls, being interrupted yet again by the Radio Demon.

“Ah-ah-ah, dear. It’s not very nice to start screaming at someone in the street.” Alastor somehow manages to smile wider, delighted as Vox lets out a clearly irritated sigh.

“You’re the one who came looking for me.” Vox snarled.

“Me looking for you? Hah! You’ve grown quite the sense of humour, my dear. I wasn’t looking for you. I was simply going on a walk when I spotted you. I assume you were doing the same, yes?” Alastor pats an increasingly agitated Vox on the head. They both try to ignore how Vox’s breath hitches slightly at the simplest touch of Alastor’s hand.

“I- w-well.. um…” Vox blinks awkwardly, his eyes wandering up and down Alastor’s body. He blushes, trying and failing miserably to act casual. He hated the fact that Alastor could break him like this with a simple pat on the head. “I was.. yes. Walking.” He cleared his throat, suddenly hyper-aware of how stupid he probably looked. He wished he hadn’t left his coat in his room. He looked so fucking indecent compared to Alastor’s constantly formal attire. His stupid red suit and radio cane and black pants and those dress shoes. God, those dress shoes. The stupid deer hooves printed on the bottom were so fucking stupid, Vox loved hated every part of it. He loved hated every part of Alastor. And those eyes, the fucking EYES-

Alastor laughed quietly, interrupted Vox’s train of thought.

“Well, my dear, I’m glad to see you aren’t still salty about the last time we had a disagreement.” Alastor pointedly looked at his clawed fingers. Vox exhaled in relief and another feeling he refused to acknowledge as the Radio Demon looked away from Vox’s flustered expression. He scoffed.

Part of Vox wanted to run away.

The other part, well… no such luck.

“The last time-? Oh- um…” Vox interrupted his own train of thought, his face flushing slightly as he remembered the time Alastor had almost beat him. “W-well… it was, um, seven.. years. Seven years ago. It’s been seven years.” Vox almost choked on his words after he realised how long it’s been. Seven years and I still haven’t got over this fucker? He cleared his throat, trying to clear his mind as well.

“Hm.” Alastor’s grin dropped slightly as he realised Vox was clearly not being affected by this interaction enough. At least, by Alastor’s standards. Vox felt like an idiot. He felt like a psychotic high school girl with a crush. “Well,” Alastor continued. “I suppose it was silly of me to think you’d still hold a grudge after all these years.”

Vox smirked, somewhat regaining his casual and smug demeanour. “What, you want me to hate you, Bambi?” He watched in amusement as Alastor’s ears flitted back in discomfort.

“Of course not, my dear. I believe it’s quite nice to not be hindered by a silly incident like that.” Alastor laughed. Vox expression darkened slightly. Silly incident? He thought. I almost died!

Vox simply responded with a monotone “I suppose.” Alastor’s ears slid back up to their usual erect position and he turned to go.

“Well, good talk, my dear.”

Vox wanted to call out, beg Alastor to stay, as he watched the deer’s twink-like frame saunter off into the hellish horizon. Instead, he simply sighed and watched until Alastor’s figure receded out of his line of sight. “God damn it,” Vox mumbled. “You know what? Fuck this.”

chapter 2!!!!