#lemme know if you want something else! :

[peachyuus-arc]

hand it over. i know you have it. - any muse

“Get out of my way.” Ruby pushed past him with a small grunt. How many times would human men get in her way before she finally accomplished what she came here to do? “It’s my book. I wrote it. I bound it. I bled for it. Why the Hell should I give it to you?”

[rosewiltd-moved]

❛   ▌┊𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 :   zero  ( @ohfiendangelical​ ) .    

        𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒, but it certainly hadn’t been this. Gelati d’Alberto was a popular ice cream shop for students residing in the Quartier Latin district and had been a frequent stop of her own when she’d lived here in the city. Boasting some of the best ice cream in the whole of Paris, it was easy to see why it could attract a crowd. 

        She was sitting at a table outside the shop, enjoying a cup of hazelnut ice cream when it happened. Like something out of a dream, or perhaps a nightmare, she saw him approaching. He was as handsome as she remembered and it made her stomach turn a little to even think it. Zero. 

        What was he doing here? 

        Some part of her wanted to be mad at him, as if he had conspired against her to show up in her home city abroad merely to torment her. But there was no possible way he could have known she’d be here. Not unless he’d been following her every move — and she was hardly egotistical enough to think she’d left such a deep impression on him. For whatever reason, God had seen fit to pit them together again. On reflex, she lifted a hand to brush her fingers over the cross necklace; except it was no longer there. She hadn’t worn it since she’d ripped it off in a tearful fit and thrown it at Zero’s feet. Corinne swallowed back the sudden wave of guilt and locked eyes with him as he approached the shop.

        ❝  Hello, Zero.  ❞

[thunderc1an]

a kittypet ventures into the old wild cat territory

[todayisafridaynight]

rate the outfit

[banditsregina]

(16) Hannah Waddingham Christmas Icons Free to use anywhere but pls credit!!

More under the cut~

[jazzzzzzhands]

i loved my dolly so much that i drew her!!

i changed her hair and skin tone because i can! She loves Wally!! Just like me!

[deliciousfear]

"Hel-lo!"

IT calls out to them in a sing-song kind of voice. From where the clown was sitting higher up on a broken down bus stop. Lifting a gloved hand to give a little wave, a wide smile pulled over painted red lips.

@born-in-otherworld // Closed.

[hazbinhazbinhazbinreblog]

(The gal who made the High School/Humen au here. Back to tell you more content cause you’re pretty awesome, and becoming one of my favorite bloggers. Also, just know me as Gal)

Heres what grades or what subject they teach everyone is:

Charlie: Sophomore

Vaggie: Sophomore

Angle: Sophomore

Sir Pentious: Freshmen

Nifty: Freshmen

Husk: Junior

Alastor: Junior

Vox: Junior

Velvet: Freshmen

Valentino: Senior

Rosie: Home Ec. Teacher

Carmilla: Chem. Science Teacher (I don’t know why but I thought it fit)

Carmilla Daughters: Seniors

Zestial: Math Teacher

(I know the 3 other Dealy sins we seen so far are only seen in Helluva boss but since the two shows are in the same universe and Lucifer definitely knows the other sins I thought I add them)

Asmodeus: Vice Principal

Mammon: Economics teacher (he’s everyones least favorite teacher)

Beelzabub: Event Planner

Lucifer: Principal

Thank you friend 🫶 and the lovely anons do most of the work and creative ideas here, I just host a place to discuss and give "Yes ands-" once in a while

Carmilla as a chem teacher does make so much sense though, if any teacher were going to create weapons it would be chem, I love all of this

[papa-evershed]

Martin Evershed’s Dad Moments™ || requested by: anon

[grandpiratecrew]

A heart of gold (Or maybe Pyrite-Closed starter)

@frozcnlight

Mimi quietly held her wrist as her little charm shook some. She watched the girl in front of her closely and sighed. "Hey, you com'ere." She said after a moment grabbing her and pulling her to a less crowded spot. "Are you perhaps missing something? Your wallet perhaps?" She asked, she had watched the other get pick pocketed. And while Mimi was a thief herself, she preferred to see the ultra rich get their shit stolen.

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

only hot girls get emotional about the relationship between jesus and judas every night

[navysealt4t]

HI BLUE im appearing with. This. um. i concepted a fic and its set in the same universe as asomatous and i think i just. i need to write more in this world. its so fun. also this is the (draft of the) beginning note (since i can have a secondary summary for a oneshot)

The quiet drone of a music box, wound to the point of near-breaking. A butcher-bird's cry, blood staining thorns as it learns it must feed. Eat or be eaten, that's how the story always goes. The prey unwilling, and the predator starving. You were never a hunter to begin with. You were hungry, and with no options left, you began to hunt. This hunt won't go pretty, it won't end with you getting your fill. Instead, thunder will draw you in, drench your feathers, ground you until you learn you are not the hunter. You're the hunted.

its both based on this song (but also the whole dysphoria album) and the fact that the main character (zam) is being written as adjacent to a shrike. or a butcher-bird. they're the same thing :3

(song is shrike by crywolf if the embed is broken vhfdjnkm)

OUGHHH YUMMY ????? “You were hungry, and with no options left, you began to hunt.” is SO so good especially with the last line “You’re the hunted” SO SO GOOD.

hmmm perhaps i shall share a little snippy snip too :3

“Are you alright, Jay?” Gill asked, softly. His brow was furrowed, lips downturned with concern. Concern she didn’t deserve, didn’t need. Though the small healing he received at the BLOCK helped, his face was still littered with cuts and bruises. His chest had been bandaged by now, it was one the the first things they did when they got away, but the new blood seeping into his clothes meant he needed a change. Jay did that. Jay just– just shot him like it was nothing, like she had no control over herself. She did that to him, she hurt him. She could have killed him.  Discipline. “Jay?” Another heavy, calloused hand on hers, the wet rag, healing. Healing, that’s what she was doing.  She shook her head and wrung the rag again, harder.  “I’m alright, Gill,” 

tee hee ^_^ these guy make me so ill i mean. looks at my url. navyseal <3

[miidnighters]

@redemnation | liked for a starter

Barty is not a cook - as true as the sky is blue and grass is green. Leave that to Gale (and thank the Gods for him, else he'd starve). He is, however, a silent champion of brewing coffee, even over their makeshift fires.

He's sat there now, prodding the little saucepan when he hears the approach - glancing up at the tiefling. "You want some?"

[luriddaze]

CLOSED for @carp3diems // based on THIS.

"you're putting on a fantastic show, babe. i was starting to think you actually hated me." reid stated with an amused grin, his arms wrapping around their frame to pull them closer to his chest.

[quietlyblooms]

a possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim .

kiss & tell | oooh @ofurizen wants chiyo soooo bad ≖‿≖

" 'm sorry i didn't listen. "

the words are tired and spoken between rasped breaths as chiyo holsters her pistols. her arms and legs feel like jello -- a side effect of nearly meeting her end at the gruesome hands of a hulking demon. but there isn't a drop of concern for herself in the pools of brown gazing at v. it's all for him. she'd watched as the creature trampled over shadow, barreling towards the man with such ferocity, and as griffon snatched v out of harm's way, chiyo fired without a second thought. her onslaught drew the demon's attention to her, as she wished, but she didn't have an avian companion to save her from being squashed.

she didn't need one. a well-placed bullet ( read: lucky shot ) sent the demon tumbling to the ground, giving nightmare enough time to manifest and v to finish the job. and thank god.

as v's hair turns from white to black again, chiyo worries she's made him angry. at the very least, she expects to be reprimanded after her reckless display. she's only human. a fragile thing like her shouldn't take risks that aren't in her favor, particularly when she was told to stay back.

green eyes finally meet her own, and chiyo shifts uncomfortably beneath the intensity of v's stare. the need to justify her actions rises in her chest, forces words out that aren't as careful as they typically might be. she cares too deeply to hide it very well anymore. " but that thing wasn't gonna give you a break. i couldn't just stand there. what if you got hurt? " the distance between them is rapidly closing with v's long strides. like she always has, chiyo stands her ground and does not move, brow furrowing and mouth twisting into a frown.

but it is not an argument that v wants. he enters her space not to intimidate her but to pull her closer, eliciting a gasp as his gloved hand grasps her jaw and arm wraps around her. he wants her. the realization winds chiyo, steals the breath from her lungs seconds before v has the chance to, and it's almost embarrassing how easily she melts and molds into his touch then, how readily she stands on her tiptoes so that he doesn't have to bend down quite so far. if he wants her, he'll have her.

his kiss is a hungry, greedy thing, and chiyo is nothing but willing to feed it. he need not tilt her head for a better angle because she does it for him, presses closer without the encouragement of a tighter embrace, though she does relish in it. he need not be insistent for she wants him, too; he must understand that when she is so eager to surrender to his touch. take what you want, her body sighs. one hand slides up tattooed skin to rest delicately at the base of v's throat while the other tangles itself in dark strands and doesn't let go. her mind grows fuzzy, unable to think clearly even as their lips part for air, and chiyo meets v's gaze with half-lidded eyes. she feels the rise and fall of his chest, wonders if his heart beats as fast as hers does.

yours. all yours, her eyes seem to say as she takes hold of the hand that held her jaw and turns her head to press a kiss to his thumb, tilt her face into his palm. a smile tugs at her mouth, bashful and teasing all at once.

" maybe i'm not so sorry. "

[stick-by-me]

They slay comically (clown joke).

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