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arvandus · 3 months

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A Cup of Affection (Part 1)

Pairing: Barbatos x f!reader

Content warnings: cisfem!reader; short-coded reader (or tall Barbatos, you pick!); reader's hair is able to be tucked behind the ear/brushed aside, but no further description provided; a lil’ steamy toward the end but no actual smut (that’ll be in part 2 *evil laugh*); reader loves sweets/sweet drinks; not proofread (watch me edit spelling/grammar errors later after this has been reblogged....)

**MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT FOLLOW OR INTERACT**

(divider credit goes to @benkeibear)

It was the worst thing he could have ever heard uttered from your lips.

“I think I’d actually prefer coffee today, if that’s okay.”

Barbatos stared at you dumfounded as if you’d grown a second head. You flustered under his gaze, your fingers fidgeting and eyes dropping.

“I mean, if it’s not too much trouble,” you stuttered. Your next words came out in a rush. “Don’t get me wrong, I love your tea! It’s just... I used to drink it all the time back home, and I’m feel a little nostalgic for it.”

Ah, you were so cute when you got flustered... Barbatos could feel his resolve fracture just the slightest, and he tightened his mental control, like sealing a crack in a teacup.

Diavolo laughed. “There’s no need to worry. Barbatos’s coffee is just as divine as his tea. I’m sure it’ll be no trouble at all. Besides, he just went to the market yesterday and restocked the kitchens. Isn’t that right?”

Diavolo looked at him expectantly, innocence in his eyes, and yet Barbatos knew better. The corners of Barbatos’s mouth quirked just the slightest in stiff acknowledgement as he made mental notes to increase the young lord’s workload for the next day or two....

“Yes, young master. Although, had I known the coffee would be offered to guests, I would have purchased more of a selection.”

“I’m sure whatever you have is fine, Barbatos. I’m not very picky...” you reply encouragingly with a warm smile.

Barbatos stared at you for a moment and returned the expression with more warmth than he’d given the young prince. “You’re very gracious, Y/N.”

Diavolo clapped his hands together excitedly. “Lovely! With all of this talk of coffee, I believe I’d like one as well. It’s been some time since I’ve enjoyed a cup.”

How quickly one’s control over a situation can shift...

The butler bowed low. “Of course, my lord. I will prepare it immediately.” He straightened his stiff spine and stared at you, although he kept his gaze at the space between your eyes so as not to give away the heat he’d undoubtedly feel when looking directly into your dark pupils. “Is it safe to assume you enjoy your coffee like you enjoy your tea?”

You giggled, the sound of it making Barbatos’s skin tingle. “You mean more sugar and cream than coffee? Yes, please.”

Great. Just great.

Barbatos’s smile remained firm, yet he could feel its fakeness in the way the muscles at the corner of his mouth cramped. He hoped you couldn’t see it.

With a bow he retreated. As soon as he was out of your line of sight, his mask vanished, transforming from smile to frown.

You wanted coffee.

There was only one, large, glaring problem. The only coffee in the entire castle was Hell Coffee.

It was Diavolo’s favorite, his enjoyment of the acidic, bitter taste a constant, warm reminder of Barbatos’s fatherly affection. He only requested it when he required reassurance after a particularly difficult day, when Barbatos’s honest feedback and praise on a job well done weren’t enough. Barbatos had no need for any other type of coffee, especially since he himself was renowned for his teas and cakes. No one ever, in their right mind, would request coffee when offered Barbatos’s tea.

With each step, the calm butler began to lose more and more of his composure until he nearly slammed the door open upon his entry to the kitchen.

The three Little Ds in the room startled at his entrance. One stirred a large, steaming stock pot, one washed the dishes, and the other was chopping vegetables.

Little D Two, who stirred the pot, saluted him. “Hi, boss!”

Barbatos glared. “Out.”

The Little Ds wasted no time in rushing through the door. But before Number Two could make it, Barbatos’s sharp tone caught him.

“Not you, Number Two. You stay.”

Number Two began to visibly shake, his small hand scratching at his head. “A-Are you sure, boss? You look like you wanna be alone...”

Barbatos did not have to repeat himself; instead, he pinned the Little D with a stern look.

The Little D began to return to the center of the kitchen where Barbatos stood.

“Close the door,” Barbatos ordered. Little D obeyed and then returned to his side.

Barbatos put his hands on the kitchen island and stared down at its wooden, weathered surface.

“She wants coffee,” he muttered.

“What was that boss? I couldn’t hear ya...” Number Two replied, inching closer.

“I said she wants coffee.” Barbatos repeated as he looked up, his brow furrowed in frustration.

“Who does?” Number Two asked.

Barbatos clenched his jaw for a moment before averting his gaze and answering. “Solomon’s apprentice.”

He’d hoped referring to you by your title would ease the wildness of his pulse, give him the much-needed distance between his head and his heart.

It did not.

Number Two perked up. “Well, that’s no big deal! We have coffee, don’t we?” He began shuffling through the cupboards. “Where is it, where is it. Ah, here it is!” He held it up in victory and placed it in front of Barbatos.

Barbatos glared daggers at it.

Why would anyone ever invent such a thing, anyway?

Hell indeed...

“We can’t use this,” he muttered.

“What?? Sure we can! It’s Hell Coffee, we make it all the-Ohhh.”

Number Two grew very still and Barbatos’s jaw clenched.

The silence stretched an uncomfortable length of time as Number Two fidgeted. Finally, he drifted in front of the butler, hovering above the busy countertop.

“So, you, uhhh-”

“Shut up,” Barbatos ordered through clenched teeth. “Not another word.”

But Number Two didn’t know the meaning of the word. “I mean,” he continued, “it can’t be that bad, right?? Some people like it bitter...”

“Well she doesn’t. You do recall how she takes her tea, do you not?”

Two fidgeted some more, his nervousness worsening. “Ah, right. Good point. But how bitter can it get, really?”

“I’d prefer not to find out,” Barbatos replied. “No, this will not do. There must be another way.”

“Can’t we just drown it out with cream and sugar?” Number Two asked as he began rummaging through the fridge.

“The purpose of Hell Coffee is to communicate fondness, Number Two. The magic of that cannot be undone so easily.”

‘There wouldn’t be enough sugar and cream in the entire Devildom to drown out that bitterness...’ Barbatos thought.

Panic curled his fingers into fists, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. Time was wasting. He had to return to you soon or you and the young master begin to grow suspicious.

But then, Barbatos had an idea. “Tell me, Number Two. What are your feelings towards the apprentice?”

“Huh? My feelings? I mean, she’s nice and she helps me out once in a while...” The Little D answered distractedly as he continued to rummage through ingredients.

“Perfect,” Barbatos replied. “You will make it, then.”

There was a loud thump as Number Two hit his head on the inside of the fridge. He popped out, his little black hand lifting his hat to rub a sore spot. “Me?!”

“Yes.”

“I can’t make Hell Coffee!”

“Why not?”

“I’ve never done it before!”

“It’s not difficult.”

“But what if it comes out awful? I don’t even think Hell Coffee is supposed to work on Little Ds!”

“All the better reason for you to be the one to make it. Come now. Diavolo requested a cup as well. I shall make the first, and then I will guide you through the steps so you may make the second.”

----

Diavolo talked, but you were having difficulty focusing on his words as you felt the minutes tick by.

Perhaps you’d made a mistake...

In all honesty, you weren’t sure what to expect. All you knew was that Hell Coffee was the only coffee available in the castle, a little nugget of knowledge that Lucifer had given to you when he’d told the story of Diavolo attempting to make him the coffee himself.

As soon as you learned that little tidbit of info, your mind immediately went to Barbatos. Sweet, handsome Barbatos. Barbatos who’s presence made your skin hum, who’s soft smile and deep chuckle made your gut twist in the most lovely way. Barbatos who’s eyes seemed to read you like a book every time you looked into them, and yet gave away nothing short of amusement in return.

He was such a tea enthusiast that you’d never questioned the lack of coffee on his elegant and detailed menu. But now the thought of Barbatos making you Hell Coffee wouldn’t leave your mind.

After all, how else were you supposed to find out how he felt about you? Ask him? Like a normal person?? Definitely not; the very idea was laughable. You’d rather take his rejection through small sips of coffee rather than hear the words uttered from his mouth.

Because that’s what you were certain would happen. The acidity would be mild, the beverage more sugar than coffee. It wasn’t like the royal butler harbored any feelings for you, right? Sure, there was respect and friendship, but that was it.

So then why.... why were you so nervous? Why did hope flutter in your chest like a trapped bird?

Silly.

Anxiety twisted deep in your stomach, crushing your appetite and making your small desserts taste like ash.

But a moment later, he appeared, an ornate silver tray in his steady gloved hands, with two delicate teacups of steaming dark liquid. He set the tray down and began to prepare them to yours and Diavolo’s liking. The close proximity made the delicious scent tickle your nose, and you inhaled and let out a happy sigh.

Barbatos was unmoved, his eyes kept to the teacups as he handed Diavolo his beverage first, and then yours.

Diavolo thanked him with a happy smile and took the first sip and winced. “Ah, as bitter as ever Barbatos. Glad to know you haven’t tired of me yet.”

“An impossibility, young master,” he replied smoothly.

You watched the exchange as you carefully brought the beverage to your lips and sipped.

Your heart sank instantly, the sweet tang clinging to your tongue. It crushed your hope, silenced the unspoken confessions and washed them away to a place where they’d be left to slowly die.

“And how do you like yours?” Barbatos inquired, his neutral smile hiding any emotions worth noticing.

Or, as you’d just now discovered, where none lurked.

He respected you it seemed, had some basic level of fondness since the coffee still tasted of coffee, of course. But it lacked the sharp, bitter bite that you’d hoped for, the one you’d experienced whenever one of the brothers made you coffee at the house.

You forced a small smile even as you felt your disappointment coalesce in your throat like a stone. “It’s delicious. Thank you, Barbatos.”

Barbatos gave a polite nod and his posture eased ever so slightly. His satisfaction of your reaction to your bland, sugary cup only drove the painful truth home further, a nail into your heart.

Barbatos didn’t love you.

----

Diavolo stared at the empty teacups in thought as Barbatos began clearing the table. “She seemed... disappointed, didn’t she?”

Barbatos glanced at him and then averted his eyes. “Did she?”

“She certainly left quickly enough after the coffee.”

“I’m sure she simply has many errands to run,” Barbatos replied. “The brothers and Solomon keep her nearly as busy as me.”

Diavolo stared at him for a long moment, then let out a gentle hum.

Barbatos graced his unspoken need for further attention with a lengthy side-eye. “Yes, young master?”

Diavolo’s mouth quirked up slightly at the corner. “Nothing... I just... I was certain that her cup would have been more bitter.”

Barbatos straightened up, the tray of now used dishes in his hand, his own mouth quirking up in return. “I’m sorry to disappoint.”

Diavolor raised a challenging eyebrow at him. “You do know I can tell when someone is lying to me, Barbatos. Even you.”

Barbatos’s smirk vanished as quickly as it came, his walls up instantly. “I have not forgotten, my lord. As such, perhaps you should cease pursuing this topic.”

“Have it your way...” Diavolo muttered.

Barbatos bowed. “If you’ll excuse me...”

He turned towards the castle, his eyes downcast on the half-drank cup of coffee you’d left behind. As he began to walk back, Diavolo’s quiet voice followed him.

“You’re making a mistake.”

----

Diavolo’s words lingered in Barbatos’s mind following him into the next day, and the day after that. It haunted him endlessly, making its appearance at the most inopportune times. While balancing the budget, monitoring Lord Diavolo’s progress on his pile of paperwork, while running errands... he was far too busy to be so, so.... distracted.

Barbatos whole-heartedly disagreed with the young prince’s assessment. In fact, in all honesty, Barbatos hardly ever made any mistakes at all, at least not anymore. He was far too careful for such reckless behavior. Which was why Barbatos had a million and one reasons not to confess his feelings to you. Between Devildom politics, his duties, and your mortality just to name a few, the cons far outweighed the pros... or so he tried to tell himself.

Even so, he couldn’t deny how you watched him when you thought he wasn’t looking, or the way your smile brightened in his presence... or the way you always managed to find a reason to cross paths with him at least a couple times a week...

Barbatos shook his head to himself. No. Best not to go there...

And yet...

‘You’re making a mistake.’

----

The truth of those words didn’t fully solidify until he ran into you at the market a couple of weeks later. Barbatos had already noticed how he seemed to be crossing paths with you less than usual. He already suspected you were avoiding him, putting distance between your heart and him. He’d accepted it, a consequence of his own choices.

That is, until he saw the look in your eyes; the way you couldn’t quite hide the hurt fast enough behind your smile, the way your lips curled in artificial joy at seeing him. Your words were brief and cordial, but he could tell you were eager to disentangle from his presence.

He’d watched your retreating back with his breath lodged like spikes in his lungs, the longing to grab your wrist and pull you back to him making his fingers twitch.

Barbatos had hoped that preventing an impromptu confession with cursed coffee would have allowed him to keep you at arm’s length, to keep his affections for you separate from yours.

But this felt less like separation and every bit like entanglement. You weren’t just drifting farther away from him like two separate objects with nothing but empty space between. It felt more like ripping, a tearing of intertangled roots. It was painful and left an ache in his chest where your presence had made a home.

Perhaps the young lord was right....

----

Even so, Barbatos was as stubborn as he was prideful. He filled himself with distractions to ease the pain, waiting for time to work its magic and ease the empty longing for both of you.

Another two weeks passed before Diavolo took matters into his own hands.

The prince entered the kitchen to see every single surface filled with extravagant desserts and warm breads. Little D’s were at every counter and stove, while Barbatos stood at the island in the center with a piping bag in his hand, his brow furrowed in concentration.

“Are we having a celebration?” Diavolo asked jovially.

“No, young master,” Barbatos replied.

“Then what is the reason for the feast?”

“I have been making modifications to my recipes to perfect my menu.”

“You mean the menu you’ve already perfected three times this week?” Diavolo crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with one particular sorcerer’s apprentice, would it?”

Barbatos’s hand flexed on the piping bag and a large glob shot out onto the cake he was decorating. He glanced briefly at Diavolo. “Of course not.”

“Then I’m guessing that it’s just a coincidence that you’ve chosen her favorite color as your decorating inspiration....”

Barbatos blanched and his eyes looked up from his work to take in the state of the kitchen.

Damn it, he was right... cupcakes, cakes, tarts, danishes, marbled bread, muffins... everything he’d made was somehow tied back to you. Colors, flavors, textures... it was as if he’d gotten lost in his thoughts and his hands had written out apologies in the form of desserts rather than letters.

“Perhaps we should talk about this...” Diavolo suggested. His amber eyes took in the exhausted Little D’s. “Okay, break time everyone!”

A roar of cheers erupted throughout the kitchen, and a swarm of dark little bodies vacated the space in record time.

“Young master, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t override my authority within the kitchen,” Barbatos chided as he eyed all of the unfinished work.

“My dear friend, work them any harder, and they’ll all go on strike, and then where will we be?” Diavolo closed the door behind him and made himself comfortable against the island, a pastry in his hand. Barbatos returned to piping the decoration onto the cake that was nearly complete. “You should talk to her, Barbatos.”

Barbatos froze and finally let out a heavy sigh in defeat as he set the piping bag down. He braced his hands against the weathered edge of the counter. “I cannot.”

“Why not?”

“It is not so simple.”

“Isn’t it?”

Barbatos chuckled. “I sometimes envy your youthful, reckless optimism...”

“You’ve been sulking ever since that day with the hell coffee.”

Barbatos scoffed and straightened his spine in reproach. “I do not sulk.”

“Like a teenager with a broken heart ,” Diavolo pressed with an arrogant tilt of his chin and mischief in his smile.

Barbatos narrowed his eyes. “If you have enough time to watch me so closely, then perhaps you can explain to me why you’re still so behind on your work.”

“Maybe I’m too distracted watching you clean the castle top to bottom and baking enough sweets to satiate even Beel’s bottomless gut.”

His words got under the butler’s skin and so he started straightening up the space, gathering crumbs of dough and flour into piles, wiping up blotches of icing from the wood grain. “It is work that must be done my lord, nothing more nothing less.” Then he muttered, “A teenager? Really? You do realize I’m far older than you.”

“Yes, and how many of those years have you been alone?”

“I am not alone, young master. I have you, I have the Little Ds...”

“You know what I mean. When was the last time you fell in love?”

Barbatos froze, his vision blurring. He blinked and it refocused.

Yes... how long had it been?

“Look,” Diavolo said, “all I’m saying is that perhaps this is one area that you’re a little bit... rusty in.”

Barbatos was silent for a long moment, before giving a soft sigh and turning to lean against the counter the same as Diavolo. “My lack of a love life isn’t the issue. I can’t afford to jeopardize your position as prince by allowing myself to become emotionally involved with a human. And not just any human, but Solomon’s apprentice. Many demons still haven’t forgotten how he’d singlehandedly opposed the Devildom centuries ago. I am your most trusted confidant, and as such I must err on the side of caution in all of my dealings.”

Diavolo’s eyes widened. “Is that why you’ve been doing this?”

“I am your butler first and foremost, young master. You will always be my top priority.”

Diavolo blew air out of his cheeks and leaned his head back to stare at the intricate ceiling. “I see. I appreciate the concern, friend. However, I believe, in this instance, it’s important that you put a little more faith in me to be able to keep the nobles in line. Regardless of their opinions, I am the law of this land, and my position is final. Besides, she’s already intricately tied up in Devildom affairs considering she has pacts with all of the brothers.”

“All the more reason to be cautious,” Barbatos replied.

“Screw that,” Diavolo scoffed.

Barbatos gasped. “My lord!”

“After all you’ve done for me, what kind of a prince would I be if I let the fear of the masses take away your chance at happiness?” Diavolo said firmly. “You deserve to be happy too, Barbatos. Now please, for the love of my father, get out of this damn kitchen and go apologize to her.”

Barbatos stared at the prince with wide eyes, before bowing low. “Yes, young master.”

Before Barbatos crossed the threshold, Diavolo called out with a chuckle in his voice. “You should ask her for coffee when you get there...”

Barbatos gave a soft laugh. He had a feeling he wouldn’t have to.

----

For all of the inspiration and reassurance Diavolo had provided, Barbatos could feel his resolve slip more and more the closer he got to the front door of the House of Lamentation.

Would you turn him away? Run away to your room and allow the brothers to host him instead? What if you weren’t even home? What if you were with Solomon?

A sharp stab of jealousy reared its head and he forced it back down.

That certainly wouldn’t do him any good, now would it?

He walked up the steps and rang the doorbell as he held his breath.

A silent prayer of gratitude and dread echoed through his mind as you answered the door. You froze when you saw him, eyes wide, your breath caught in your chest.

“Barbatos,” you said dumbly. “What are you doing here?”

You clamped your mouth shut as you realized how rude you sounded, and all Barbatos could think about was how cute you were...

“I...” he started, and then froze. He couldn’t say the real reason for his arrival, not on the doorstep where anyone could hear. “I came to inspect the House of Lamentation for any infestations.”

Your shoulder slumped slightly in disappointment. “Oh. Okay, come in.”

He bowed graciously. “Thank you.”

As he stepped into the large foyer, you fidgeted nervously. He stared the gesture and fought the blush that threatened to creep across his pale cheeks. “Where are the brothers?” he asked.

“They aren’t here right now. Diavolo called them to a student council meeting.”

Barbatos’s eyes widened. “Oh. I see...”

He wasn’t sure whether he should thank him or punish him...

He stared down at you as his heart pounded wildly. “So you are by yourself then?”

“For a little bit,” you replied with a small smile. “I must admit the quiet is nice once in a while...”

Barbatos’s own lips curled gently. “Then I promise I’ll be brief.”

“W-would you like some tea?” you asked expectantly.

Barbatos hesitated, Diavolo’s words once again coming alive in his mind.

Ask her for coffee.

But Barbatos forced the suggestion aside.

“Yes, tea would be lovely.”

“Okay, I’ll be right back. Make yourself comfortable.” You retreated toward the kitchen, and Barbatos sat in a nearby chair.

----

Tea, tea, tea.....

You opened the cannister that sat on the counter and stared at it with wide eyes and an open mouth.

Empty.

No, that can’t be right... you always had tea.

With your brow furrowed, you rummaged through the lower pantry.

Nothing. Not a single tea bag.

No, no, no....

Dread started from your toes and crept up like invisible fingers brushing against sensitive skin.

You had hoped to make this as painless as possible; give Barbatos his tea, allow him to do his inspection, and then send him on his way. But already things were going awry.

You hummed to yourself with a furrowed brow as you dug out any and all drink options. Water, milk, juice, soda... none of those seemed suitable for Barbatos.

You went back to the cupboards, moving items around as you searched. Your hand wrapped around a familiar bag and you pulled it out with trepidation.

Coffee.

You stared at the bag of Hell Coffee with narrowed eyes as if it was the reason for the lack of tea within the kitchen.

No. Absolutely fucking not. You’d already made that mistake once before and you’d regretted it ever since.

Panic filled your veins and you fought back the burning sensation in your eyes.

There had to be something....

Your eyes spotted the upper cabinet that was so often out of your reach. It often housed excess demonus when Lucifer’s own cabinets were full in his office.

Maybe... just maybe....

Who knows, maybe Lucifer had received some tea as a gift from Barbatos and put it up with the rest of the demonus?

You grabbed the stool that had become your best friend within the Devildom-sized kitchen and stepped up.

----

Barbatos sat and fiddled with his clothing, adjusting the uniform repeatedly. It felt awfully tight today, the house feeling particularly warm.

The minutes ticked by, time stretched, and Barbatos grew more and more restless. He checked the time. The tall grandfather clock chimed its gong.

Finally, Barbatos got tired of waiting. Perhaps you’d run out the back door, leaving him alone in the house...

He chuckled to himself. You would never....

He stood up and made his way to the kitchen. When he pushed through the double doors, he froze as he stared at the sight before him.

The kitchen was chaos, cupboards open and various contents spread out on the counter.

And you, you were on a stool, precariously balanced, as the upper half of your body vanished inside a high cabinet.

“No, no, this can’t be happening...” you muttered, unaware of Barbatos’s presence. He could hear the anxiety laced in your tone, the tension tight around your vocal chords. You were desperately searching for something.

It was almost comical, watching you stand on your tippy-toes, and it’d been so long since Barbatos saw you up close, that he paused to cherish the view. His eyes followed the curves and lines of your body, his lips slightly parted.

That is, until you started to wobble...

You could feel the balance shift, felt the scrape of the wood beneath your feet give way to nothing.

That split second of panic, of knowing you were falling, was interrupted by strong hands and lean arms wrapping around your waist, catching your weight against a firm, tall body.

The impact of your body against Barbatos’s forced his own back against the closed lower cupboard, but he held firm, keeping your feet from touching the floor. Your arms were around his neck instantly, survival instinct forcing you against him as if he were a tree.

Time felt frozen for a moment as your heart pounded with adrenaline.

You knew immediately who’d caught you. After all, there was only one other person in the house with you.

Not to mention you could smell the scent of sugar clinging to his uniform, could smell the tea on his breath as his own heart pounded beneath yours.

You were torn between embarrassment and desire, your eyes closed as you clung to him. But then you remembered the hell coffee from weeks ago, recalled that neutral smile he’d worn when you drank it, and your heart broke all over again.

Slowly you loosened your hold around his neck and pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes.

“I... thank you.”

His green eyes stared back, his skin flushed, although you were sure it was due to the haste in which he had to have moved to catch you. Barbatos held you for a moment longer than he needed to before slowly setting you down on unsteady legs.

“You’re welcome,” he replied. Then his eyes looked up past your head at the kitchen behind you. “Might I inquire as to what’s happening?”

You opened your mouth hoping to find a believable lie there, but there was none. Only simple truth came forth, clumsy and blunt. “We don’t have any tea.”

“Oh...” Barbatos looked down at you. “So you’ve decided to reorganize your kitchen.”

The emotion pounding in your chest finally gained enough strength to work their way up your throat and brim your eyes with tears.

“I... I only have coffee. And, and water, and juice, and soda, and...”

Barbatos watched the panic overtake you and he took your hand in his, his thumb gently rubbing across the back of your hand.

“Coffee will be fine.”

What he had hoped would assuage your fear only seemed to heighten it, causing the tears to finally break loose, running wet tracks down your cheeks. You refused to look at him, instead focusing on the details of his uniform.

“B-but... I only have Hell Coffee....”

Realization dawned on Barbatos’s face, and then his expression softened. “I see... then let us make some.”

He began to step to the side to go around you but you clutched his hand tightly, halting his retreat. “No, you don’t understand. It’s...” Barbatos waited patiently as you found your words. Finally, your voice came through soft and timid. “It’s going to be too bitter.”

A soft smile spread across his lips. “I think in this case I am willing to make an exception.”

Confusion furrowed your brow as he led you over to the counter with your fingers intertwined. “I... I don’t understand.... I thought...”

“Y/N, I have a confession to make... and an apology as well.”

A few minutes later and the sound of laughter is filling the kitchen with the scent of coffee in rich in the air.

“So you really bullied Number Two into making it??” you laughed.

Barbatos gave you a reproachful look. “Bullying is a strong term, Y/N... but yes, I suppose I did.”

“Well now I know how Two feels about me, I guess...”

“And you know how I feel about you, too,” Barbatos replied with a small smile.

“Wellll,” you hummed, “Yes, but...” you stared at the two cups of fresh coffee sitting in front of each of you. “I still want to try it...”

It was Barbatos’s suggestion to make each other’s cup, to assuage any lingering doubts.

“Then let us proceed,” he replied.

With your eyes locked you both picked up your cups and took a tentative sip.

Sharp, deep bitterness greeted your tongue and your face soured. Barbatos’s cup seemed to be no better, as he attempted to stifle a cough.

“Oh...” he mustered. “Oh goodness, that’s...”

“Truly awful,” you replied with a chuckle. “In the best way, of course.”

“It really is, isn’t it?” he laughed. He took another sip and you watched in amusement as his winced.

You sipped yours again as well, and forced it down with your eyes squeezed shut.

“Do... do we have to finish the whole thing?” you asked.

“It’s customary to do so... not finishing it implies you’re unwilling to fully accept the other person’s affections.”

You frowned into your cup with a pout. “Silly Devildom customs...” you forced another sip. “Blegh.”

Barbatos grinned, his cheeks warm as he watched you. “Perhaps, however...” he said, “we can call a truce.”

“Don’t toy with my emotions, Barbatos,” you teased.

His expression sobered from one of amusement to calm affection. “I promise, never again.”

Your skin felt hot and you averted your eyes down into your cup. His hand came forward, and you felt him tuck your hair behind your ear.

“I am truly sorry for deceiving you,” he said softly. “It was a poor decision and one I’ll always regret.”

Your gaze returned to lock with his, and suddenly you’re keenly aware of his close proximity and of the emptiness of the large house.

Barbatos’s hand lingered gently on your jawline, his fingers tucked behind your ear. His eyes flickered to your lips before returning to your eyes again.

Then he closed the distance and kissed you, his lips soft and tender against yours. You melted into it, melted into him, your fingers twining into the jacket of his uniform.

He pulled away slightly and you stared at each other. Then he kissed you again, his lips firmer, more confident. His hand went from your jaw to your waist, pulling you close against him as your arms wound around his neck. The desire written into his touch, his lips, emboldened you to open your mouth slightly and swipe your tongue against his lips. Barbatos’s lips curled into a smirk against yours, a deep chuckle vibrating in his chest. He acquiesced to your silent plea and opened his mouth, his tongue meeting yours.

Your body awakened at the warmth and taste of him, the acrid coffee still sharp on his tongue. You pressed yourself harder against him, and his body pivoted until you were pinned between himself and the counter, your coffee cups long since forgotten and growing cold while your body grew hotter.

Finally, Barbatos broke the kiss, his forehead pressed against yours as his hands tightened on your hips. “You’re going to make me behave improperly if you continue to torture me so.”

He was taller than you, much taller; you barely came up to his shoulder. It made the buckle of his belt press against your stomach.

And below that...

Heat pooled in your core, desire heavy in your gaze.

“Oh no, not improper,” you teased, your hands on his hips in return as you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

Barbatos chuckled as he cupped your cheek. “What a troublemaker... however,” - he forced his body to separate from yours - “I would like to perhaps court you before repurposing your kitchen.”

You pouted your lip in disappointment, and Barbatos stared at the gesture with flushed cheeks. His thumb came up and brushed against your protruding lower lip. “Don’t do that,” he chided.

You grinned and playfully nibbled at his thumb, trapping it between your teeth. His eyes darkened. He leaned in to kiss you again, but your words halted his approach just as his lips started to brush yours.

“How about dessert?” you asked against his mouth. “Our coffee was so bitter, we deserve something sweet.”

Barbatos froze and gave a frustrated chuckle. “Is this how it’s going to be from now on?”

You grinned. “Maybe...”

“Hmm,” he hummed. Then he leaned closer to you until his lips brushed your ear. “Sounds like fun...”

Your legs felt like jelly, your heart pounding so fiercely you were sure it was going to jump from your chest into his.

But then Barbatos pulled away, putting distance between you. “Fortunately for you, I happen to have a wide variety of desserts waiting in the kitchen at the castle. So,” he extended his hand to and bowed, “if you’ll accompany me...”

You smiled and took his hand. “I’d be happy to.”

“Wonderful. Let us take a shortcut.”

Barbatos opened a doorway out of thin air, and with your hand linked with his, guided you through.

Part 2 (link coming soon!)

#barbatos x reader #barbatos x mc #barbatos x y/n #barbatos #barbatos obey me #obey me barbatos #om barbatos #barbatos om #obey me #obey me nightbringer

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carryonafi · 2 months

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games we play.

ashton irwin x reader; SMUT!!🔞

a/n: hiii 😋 there’s a ton of really cool stuff coming up!! but for now here’s this little college oneshot that i wrote sort of on a whim. it’s a short little thing, but possible part 2??

enjoy!!

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It was hard to focus on the lecture when all you could see in your peripheral vision was the impatient shuffling and sounds of fabric against each other. He cleared his throat, adjusted his pants, twirled his pen, tapped his fingers on the desk — Jesus, what was his problem?

Your head whips in his direction to finally look at him, shrugging your shoulders in an exaggerated, animated way to get his attention. You mouth those exact words to him, “What’s your problem?”. Oh, that boy. His cheeks were flushed a light shade of pink, his pupils were dark and blown out which hid the forestry green of his irises. Ashton wanted something from you.

He reached into his pocket, slipping his phone out and began furiously tapping the screen. Instinctively, you reached for your own — but not before rolling your eyes and giving a faux sigh of annoyance. Before you could even type in your passcode, your phone vibrated in your hands.

“i need you.”

“like, right now.”

A few days ago, you had met Ashton at a party and he insisted on giving you his number. The way you two met would be a story for another time, but it didn’t leave much imagination to how he suddenly became attached to you. He blew up your phone every night with one text after another, each vibration making you wonder why you had ever agreed to do anything with him in the first place — but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. Something about having this guy, notorious for having countless girls on his arm 24/7 made you feel pride. Ashton was texting you, asking you to hook up on his lonely nights when he didn’t want to keep his hands to himself.

However, your eyes scanned the texts with caution, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you thought and… maybe it was on purpose just to make that visibly uncomfortable boy driven even further into his teenage mind.

“… and?”

You replied quickly, seeing him jump out of the corner of your eye, to which you smiled and immediately drew yourself back into watching the text bubble.

“you should meet me in the bathroom.”

You could see him, biting his nails and tugging on the collar of his shirt as he waited for your reply. You wanted to tease him a bit more, but he looked so antsy and you couldn’t deny that you wanted this too.

“fine, go. i’ll be there in 5”

It was like a switch went off, his chair was roughly pushed out as he tripped and struggled to push it back in towards the desk. You bit back a smile, shutting off your phone and keeping your eyes on the professor at the front of the room while others around you two looked at Ashton struggling to stay quiet. You didn’t give him a glance, instead, you listened to the sound of his footsteps as he moved among the aisles and exited the room.

A minute or two went by, you checked the time, then your surroundings before moving out of your seat much nicer than Ashton did a few moments prior and exited the room yourself. You would be lying if you said your heart was beating at a regular speed, that was the only thing you could hear accompanied by the sounds of your boots on the floor as you made your way through the halls.

“You know what my favorite thing about this is?” You heard a voice from your left, startling you and causing your heart to beat even faster.

“Jesus Christ, what’s wrong with you?” You whisper-yell, my eyebrows furrowing as Ashton gestured with two fingers for you to come closer.

“I don’t think there’s that much ‘wrong’ with me.” He whispered back, a cheeky grin on his face as you approached. You didn’t have to be this quiet… but the pressure of trying to make minimal noise made this much, much more arousing. “Anyway, I was going to say I love how considerate this place is, y’know? The family bathrooms with one stall?”

“Yeah, very considerate.” You mumble, taking a few steps into the bathroom and closing the door behind yourself. Ashton locked it, the sound ringing in your ears. Nothing could have prepared you for the moment that he cupped your face and pressed his lips to yours, hastily walking you backwards so his back was pressed to the tile and you were standing in front of him. It was always like a competition with him, trying to see who could make out with the other faster, who could bite the other’s lip first, who could shed their clothing the fastest — but you needed to be quick.

“Want you to suck me off.” Ashton sighed against your lips, his hands tracing the curve of your neck, down your shoulders and over your sides… each feathery touch of his fingertips sent shivers down your spine.

Despite your need, you pulled away from his endless string of kisses and looked him in the eyes. There it was again, the sparkle in his eyes and the swollen pink of his lips which gave you that one last push to give him what he asked for.

“That's all you want?” You tease, your eyes trained on the way his tongue darted out over his bottom lip before he sucked in a sharp inhale.

“No.” The reply accompanied a smile. “But I don’t think we have much time.”

“Hm… this might have to continue after class, won’t it?” Ashton was thinking the same, you could see it in the way he blinked and swiftly nodded his head. His floppy hair fell into his eyes, removing one hand from your hip to push it to the side to get a clear view of you in front of him.

“You’ll actually let me come over this time, right?” His lip stuck out slightly, showing your boring eyes a pout. “Please, baby?”

Ashton could make you melt, you gave him a sigh just like you did before and nodded. Without you saying a word, he was already smiling like an idiot. Then with one last sweet peck to his pouty lips you slowly dropped to your knees. One first to brace your impact then the other, your skirt was short enough to not cover your knees and you could feel the cold tile beneath your skin. You could hear Ashton, pulling in a shaky breath with your lips inches from his clothed erection. This drove you crazy, but hell, it would be a while before you admitted that.

“Come on… stop teasin’.” He whined above you, soft edges to each word he spoke. You couldn’t deny him any longer, your own eagerness halting any further rational or creative thought. Ashton just looked so good, and this vulnerability he was showing set a fire burning within your abdomen.

Your hands slowly wandered up his thighs, playfully struggling with the stubborn button and tugging down his zipper in one swift move. Ashton bit back a sound of relief from the pressure being released, he replaced that sound with a soft sigh. It was obvious he was holding it in.

“You’re so tense.” You mumble, fingertips creeping up towards the hem of his jeans and catching the fabric of his boxers. Your plan was to remove them both at once, but these pants were tight… how the hell did he wear these? “Didn’t even know you could get like this.. so pent up.”

“Jus’—“ Ashton hissed, getting visibly impatient. His words came just before you tugged his jeans down to give you more than enough access. The sound that slipped past his lips once you wrapped a hand around his dick sent another chill down your spine, the way his eyelids fluttered and his head fell back against the wall. Ashton was a sight. You wanted more, you wanted more than anything to see him come undone within minutes then having to go back to class with non-stop thoughts of you on your knees making him dizzy.

Your eyes stayed trained on his face, not breaking the hold you had on him as you leaned forward and let the tip gently brush across your lips.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He pleaded, unable to take his own eyes off of you despite how badly he wanted to lean back against the wall again.

You wanted to say so much, but that wanton look on his face stopped you. Ashton looked too good to resist, and you weren’t one to deny him his pleasure anymore.

You slowly took him in your mouth, watching his lips part again and those wide green eyes gradually blinking and flickering closed. Ashton made so many… expressions, ones that urged you to take more of him in your mouth so you could see the other faces he could make.

“Shit…” He mused, hips pushing off of the tile wall as he rested a hand atop your head to guide himself further down your throat. His eyes lit up like a genius. “Wanna fuck your mouth, can I do that, please?”

That’s definitely not what you expected to come out of his mouth, but with your own quite occupied, you hummed an affirmative response around him and he caught the hint. Ashton bit down on that swollen bottom lip of his, letting out another groan that sounded more like a cocky laugh of satisfaction from deep in his chest. “Too fuckin’ good to me.”

Everything moved a bit quickly, but he was still quite gentle. His hand held your hair tightly, the sting just enough to bring you to whine but not enough to cause awful pain. Ashton acted all “bad boy”-ish, like he didn’t care who he was fucking or how, as long as he got to cum— but oh he cared. Even as you whined his grip loosened to a more comfortable position.

His hips lazily rolled to feel the drag of your tongue against the underside of his cock, that warm, inviting feeling of your mouth engulfing him completely as he cautiously analyzed your face. These soft, pleasurable sounds would make themselves known in the echo of the bathroom over those minutes. Through labored and uneven breathing he used you to his disposal, the thought making you squeeze your legs together.

You swallowed around him and hollowed your cheeks, but that’s what made him lose control. He sucks in another breath, muttering a few curses as he pleads with you to repeat that action without any words. Ashton was getting close, how his hips stuttered and lost the slow, steady rhythm they had just a few moments ago.

“Fuck, fuck— yeah, just’a bit longer, baby.” He said in this obscene tone of voice which dripped from every syllable. His hand held you tighter again. “Fuckin’ look at you, god…” With one final moan which sent vibrations coursing throughout his nerves, that was the last thing he needed as he reached his orgasm without a second thought.

Ashton caught his breath, his chest rising and falling under the force of his rough exhales. Another idea crossed his mind.

“Fuckin’ hell— can you swallow? Want you to show me.” He breathed, and it left you no choice but to deal with the taste and obey. You stuck out your tongue coated in his cum long enough for him to see, then retracting and doing just as you were told. Swallowing him down, then opening your mouth again to show Ashton that every last drop was gone. He nodded in approval, taking his eyes off of you just for a moment to straighten himself up and zip up his jeans.

“What do I get in return?” You asked playfully, expecting him to have a dumb response already on the tip of his tongue. But he hesitated.

“You’ll see if you let me come over.” There it was, he wet his lips and flashed a bit of a smile. You returned it, rolling your eyes as you straightened out your own outfit. “Wanna let me get under that skirt, maybe?”

“Quit talking, go back to class. I’ll wait a few minutes.” You looked over at the mirror, running your fingers through your hair as you followed Ashton’s movements in the reflection. His eyes tracing over your frame, lingering a bit too long on your skirt.

“No one cares, you know? Just come back with me.” He pressed, catching your eyes in the mirror. Once he realized that you weren’t budging, it was his turn to roll his eyes and sigh. “I’ll see you.” Ashton mumbled, a hint of amusement still laced in his voice that urged you to smile as you waved him off. This would continue, the game you were playing wasn’t over.

#5 seconds of summer #5sos fanfic #ashton irwin #calum hood #luke hemmings #michael clifford #5sos one shot #5sos smut #5sos x reader #ashton irwin x reader

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ddmmyuta · 1 year

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lee taeyong’s ideal type

before you read: some nsfw parts, fluff, deep stuff, swearing

lee taeyong, bu bu, neomu neo chicken, korea’s senpai… he’s a man of many things. I think taeyong is quite a complex person when it comes to love. one minute he’s talking about how he is all shy and cute around you, but the next minute he’s talking about ramming you like there is no tomorrow! anyways… here are my thoughts on lee taeyong and what he wants in a future relationship…

★Personality:

someone who is: caring, emotional, mature, soft, sensitive, socially dominant, pure

I think taeyong wants a partner who truly cares for him and his emotions cause he does the same for you. he doesn’t want someone who can’t get in touch with their emotions and confront their internal or external issues. he seems to enjoy being taken care of and also caring for someone, and I think he values that quality in a significant other as well. he tends to think more innocently and closed off at certain points, therefore I think he’d appreciate a mature partner who can give him perspective and help him understand things he can’t. someone who is sympathetic and sweet towards others always gets him weak in the knees. introverted or extroverted, he likes someone who can dominate social situations, wether it’s at work or just hanging out, he likes someone who communicates easily and enjoys social interaction, but he doesn’t mind staying at home with you. he’s definitely into people who are pure, people who haven’t experienced everything they’ve wanted to experience cause I think he’d love to teach you stuff and experience new things with you as well.

let’s go head first into the horny pool: he pretends to be a top but really he is a bottom, so a partner who can do both (a switch basically) is his favorite. you are his muse… a new NCT horny song? babes it’s for you! he loves someone who is confident when it comes to the sideway salsa, not necessarily someone super experienced, just confident.

★Physical:

someone who is/has: long-ish hair, shorter than him, soft features (like a puppy face), pretty thighs

homeboy loves shorter girls, like his ego just thrives off of it. I’m not saying his partner has to be a fucking elf, I’m just saying that he prefers to look down than up at his lover. he might like short hair, but I think he likes longer hair more (imo), he would just love to play with it and even tie it or braid it for you. I think someone with a soft-ish appearance and innocent like aura attracts him. puppy eyes, pupils as big as the earth, chubby cheeks, plump lips… he would die for that. I really think bubu is a thigh guy… boobs? meh! ass? meh! THIGHS? SIGN HIM UP! (for clarity I’m not saying thick thighs or skinny thighs, all thighs are hot no matter the cellulite, scars or fat on them).

once again, let’s dive deeper into the horny pool: he loves it when you sit on his lap and he sees your thighs spread out… like her gets super hot at that simple little thing. he is a body worshipper, so I feel like he would love everything about you… BUT YOUR THIGHS IS HIS FAVORITE! He would love to look into your eyes as you are topping him like the queen/king you are.

anyways… hope y’all enjoyed that. remember that this is all delulu and fictional but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be horny! embrace the slutty side of you, trust me it’s life changing! love you!

#nct taeyong #taeyong #nct smut #nct127 #nct 127 #taeyong smut #taeyong scenarios #taeyong fanfic #taeyong fluff #taeyong packs #taeyong angst #nct x reader

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adobe-outdesign · 20 days

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Stealthy color for the Neopets review?

Stealthy was introduced post-customization, and while the idea of dressing your pet up in ninja clothes isn't anything new, the actual execution of the colour proved to be pretty neat. In addition to the clothes, Stealthy pets also have a dark blue base with bright blue pupil-less eyes. This looks great and helps to justify this as a paint brush colour instead of just a bunch of clothing sets.

The big issue that stealthy tends to have, at least in my opinion, is that a lot of Stealthy pets Aren't. Overly busy and detailed accents, amour, overly-bright palettes, and more are some things that tend to bog down the lesser Stealthy pets. The only one I think works despite having this attributes is the Stealthy Xweetok, which is based on Noh theater—otherwise, the colour tends to work best with minimal, subtle accent colours, a dark palette, and fairly practical clothing.

Favorite Species:

Hissi: There's nothing particularly special about this design, but I think it really captures the vibe of Stealthy perfectly. The hooded cloak works perfectly with the Hissi's body type, and the clothes are simple and practical. My only nitpick is that the subtle brown elements probably should've just been black, as the extra color doesn't add much to the design.

Mynci: I talked about the Stealthy Mynci already in my Mynci review so I won't go into too much detail here, but I like this design a lot. It's simple, it's practical, the gold and green palette works well with the blue base, and the gilded areas matching the shape of the Mynci's nose is a really nice touch.

Peophin: The Stealthy Peophin gets away from the ninja aesthetic a lot more than some pets, but I like it and I wanted to include it as an example of different ways the colour can be applied while stil looking good. In this case, the Stealthy Peophin has a lot of metallic gold accents against a black base, with netting across the body in patches and a tie around the muzzle that feels fitting for a horse. The whole design makes a surprising amount of practical sense for something that lives in the water.

Least Favorite Species:

Acara: This is what I was talking about when I said Stealthy pets tend to get too busy for their own good. The Stealthy Acara is really a mess, with a confusing mix of gold, green, and red accents all tossed together haphazardly, a snakeskin-like texture on parts of the outfit for no discernible reason, almost random placement of the gold accents, and a mask that leaves giant gaps around the eyes and reveals the mouth, which looks out of place. On the plus side... uh, at least the base colour looks fine?

Chomby: Yes I'm cheating and including two species instead of one, only because there are so many Stealthy designs that are a mess. In this case, the Chomby just has everything going on. Metal accents, random charms (complete with clipping error on the back spines), stitches, an incoherent colour palette with purple, green, orange, and pink accents all at once, and an overall look that could be spotted a mile away. All of the random doodads are part of the shirt and hat too, so you can't remove them in customization. Like the Acara, the base colour is nice, but that's it.

#neopets #neotag #hissi #mynci #peophin #neopet reviews

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candyhoiic · 2 months

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Here’s my contribution to sinner! Adam because I just think he’s neat 👉👈

Anyways as one of my favorite characters of course I made his design with suffering in mind uwu /hj /lh

The reason why his collar and bracelets/cuffs are on even without his clothes is because he literally can't take them off, and honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if the 'accessories' are actually fused with his skin. It's a part of his divine punishment as a physical means of constantly reminding him of how much he's a slave to his own desires and anger. It can also be interpreted as a physical manifestation of him being a prisoner to hell now tehehe

Actually, now that I think about it, the spikes we can see on his collar and cuffs most definitely go out both ways, so he has spikes piercing into his skin at all times.

His "hood" is actually apart of him too basically like a cobra's hood ^^ I did this since I like the idea of a sinner's appearance being somewhat determined by how they died, and while Lucifer didn't deliver the final blow, he definitely played a major role in getting him there. So, that's why I gave Adam some snake-like attributes (i.e the hood, split tongue, and scales) the very creature associated with the devil himself!

Plus, with the hood, he kind gives off grim reaper vibes, which is fitting since he was technically hell's very own grim reaper along with the rest of his exorcist.

He also has some goat attributes ie the horns, hooves, ears, tail (not that I actually drew it lmao sorry), and sideway pupils for his hood eyes because of their connection with the devil and well that's the first creature that comes to my mind that has horns tbh.

His face and horns are meant to mock his exterminator mask because I'm a sucker for that trope. Just imagine how pissed off he was to find out he couldn't take off his 'mask'

I gave him piercings bc their hot /hj I mean they are but let's be honest canon Adam should have definitely had piercings because they fit his vibe so well.

He also has a nicked eyebrow because he so would. He's just that type of cringe /j

As for the rest of his outfit? I don't really know what to say I just wanted to give him rock n' roll vibes while also capturing that fact that he is in fact an old man no matter how young he might look.

Also, for anyone wondering the belt was absolutely necessary. There was no way I wasn't going to add it when the thought first came to me. It just says something about his ego.

I did my best to make Adam somewhat out of shape, but I don't have really any experience with different body types so some of it might look off, but I did my best.

The headshot in the corner was a very quick drawing of what his full demon form may look like. If I ever actually give it a full design don't be surprised if it changes significantly because I definitely have some thoughts about it but I'm just too tired to actually pour the energy into drawing it rn oops

However, I did have enough energy to draw what I imagine his wings to be like. And of course, I could pass up on another chance to give him a mocking reminder of how far he's fallen. He kept his wings technically but there next to useless as he can't actually fly with them. And honestly, they're not actually all that durable as one can imagine since well their just bone.

So, it's a big weak spot for him but luckily, he can detract them into his skin. Although the process is painful, and he has to let them out every now and then or it'll feel like his back is on fire. They also glow making it hard to hide them when they're out.

The marking/tattoo/brand on his back is a cross with his A over it. I like to think it symbolizes how he put himself before God which is a big no, no. It can also be interpreted as a nod to how he was basically acting like he was God himself by passing on divine judgement and punishment onto others for things he himself was guilty of.

Anyways the red glowing exes over the symbol are simply to show off the killing blows Nifty delivered to him.

Last but not least, I made him caked up and I won't apologize for that either.

Anyways byeee! Thanks for reading my rambles about my sinner! Adam design. Hope you enjoyed!~

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel brainrot #sinner adam #fallen adam #rambles #ramblings #hazbin hotel thoughts #hazbin hotel fanart #my art #my design #I love (to torture) adam #hazbin hotel rambling #hazbin hotel headcanon

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The Good, The Bad, and The Alternative: a homestuck fanfiction. Chapter 34, an excerpt:

"Well, that sounds better than no plan, I suppose," Kanaya agreed. "We'll take a table far enough away that you don't feel like we're hovering."

"And we'll keep an eye out for you going mister cool guy mode if you flub too many open and honest type behaviors," Vriska added.

"Goddamnit, you were eavesdropping." Dave sighed, swinging his legs up so he could sit on the counter sideways, able to see both of them. "Was there any part of this convo that actually stayed private?"

"I could lie if it makes you feel better," Vriska said, shoving her hand in her jeans pocket. She pulled out a crumbled fifty-dollar bill. "Is this enough to cover these clothes? Walmart shirts are fine for casual wear, but if I look super schlubby, I'll stand out more."

"Hmm, I think that works out to just enough," Kanaya lied, taking the proffered fifty. She grabbed the security magnet remover from behind the counter. "Dave, can you help her get the tags off?"

"Nah, she's being hella shady." He refused the proffered tool. "Vriska, you're not gonna go gossiping to John about my tragicomic ass behavior, are you?"

"Depends," she replied, idly fiddling with the magnet on her tank top. Casually, she added, "how sure are we that Jade isn't a succubus?"

Kanaya sputtered. "What?"

"Seconded. What?" Dave chimed in.

"Wellllllll, the logic seems pretty obvious to me." Vriska cleared her throat, flicking the security tag onto the counter, which she'd apparently worked free without the magnet remover. She looked up at Kanaya, addressing her directly. "So, picture this. John and I are making cupcakes, right? John's in this cute ruffled apron with flowers on it. Some banter ensues- Dave calls him a housewife, John threatens to withhold the goods if he doesn't quit the jokes, and next thing I know, Dave is literally begging on his knees, hands clasped like a groveling peasant as he praises John's skills."

Dave groaned in embarrassment. "I swear it sounded better in my head as I was doing it."

"Psh, I bet." Vriska waggled her eyebrows. "So. He crawls in close, like just barely out of dick-sucking range, and then they just stare at each other, leaving me smelling way too much information about the direction their thoughts were wandering. John's dad was in the room and the dude totally forgot, his pupils were blown like he was on ecstasy. Absolutely atrocious, he's lucky humans can't smell or see that kind of detail from the other side of the room."

"Dude, no, he was just staring at my antics. He's straight." Dave shook his head.

"Do you need me to spell out exactly what I was smelling?" Vriska asked incredulously, whipping her head around to stare at Dave. "Maybe he's just so fucking drawn in by your cool guy shtick that he thinks you're the straight one, so he isn't talking flirty or whatever. But the body keeps the score on that kind of stuff, and he can't hide the reactions happening underneath the skin."

"But what does that have to do with Jade?" Kanaya asked, trying to draw Vriska's intensity back in her direction.

"Oh, just that John's first favorite subject was Dave, pre-party. They did that whole rap thing against Tavros and Gamzee, I thought they were two, maybe three drinks away from a successful maneuver on the dance floor. But then Jade shows up, and suddenly John is-" Vriska crossed her pointer and middle finger. "Like this with her for the rest of the party, even though Dave nearly got his brain melted. It was fucking weird . Then he doesn't even stop by to say hi to us, not one, but two days in a row, because he's too busy in the morning getting ready to hang out with Jade? Makes me think, maybe she's pulling some heavy seduction magic."

For a moment, the trio were silent, absorbing Vriska's words.

"Are you a conspiracy theorist? Genuinely asking," Dave said, crossing his arms.

Do you think Vriska is blowing things out of proportion? Read on to find out!

The Good, The Bad, and The Alternative (449733 words) by Madam_Melon_Meow, sarcasticcelery Chapters: 34/? Fandom: Homestuck Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Nepeta Leijon/Equius Zahhak, Sollux Captor/Aradia Megido, Eridan Ampora & Feferi Peixes, Kanaya Maryam & Dave Strider, Rose Lalonde & Rose's Mom | Beta Roxy Lalonde, Dave's Bro | Beta Dirk Strider & Dave Strider, Beta Kids & Beta Trolls, Jade Harley & Rose's Mom | Beta Roxy Lalonde, Dad Egbert & John Egbert, Kanaya Maryam/Vriska Serket, Eridan Ampora/Dave Strider Characters: John Egbert, Rose Lalonde, Dave Strider, Jade Harley, Becquerel (Homestuck), Kanaya Maryam, Vriska Serket, Karkat Vantas, Terezi Pyrope, Aradia Megido, Tavros Nitram, Sollux Captor, Gamzee Makara, Eridan Ampora, Feferi Peixes, Nepeta Leijon, Equius Zahhak, Virgin Mother Grub (Homestuck), Vriska's Lusus, Gl'bgolyb (Homestuck), Dad Egbert, Rose's Mom | Beta Roxy Lalonde, Dave's Bro | Beta Dirk Strider, Aurthour (Homestuck), The Condesce (Homestuck), Serenity (Homestuck) Additional Tags: inspired by Kim Harrison’s The Hollows, Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy, Humanstuck, Alternate Universe - No Sburb Session, Human Lusii (Homestuck), Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse, Demigods, Vampires, multi POV: all beta trolls & humans, The Horrorterrors (Homestuck), Non-Abusive Dave's Bro | Beta Dirk Strider, Long Lost/Secret Relatives, Violence, Magic, Aged-Up Character(s), the kids and trolls range between 16 and 20, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Vriska Serket has PTSD, Memory Loss, Scars, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Plot Twists, Unreliable Narrator, Rose Lalonde and Dave Strider Are Not Related, Skaianet Laboratories, beta guardians are not alpha kids and troll parents are not ancestors, monsterstuck, Break Up, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Ship Tags Will Update As They Become Relevant, Good Person Gamzee Makara, Suicide Attempt by Proxy, Dissociation, Victim Blaming, Abusive Parents, sexually active teenagers, Underage Drinking Series: Part 1 of Monsterstuck: Suburban Catastrophe Summary: Three years ago, on John Egbert's birthday, the world ended. Three years ago, Jade Harley and Vriska Serket vanished alongside billions of others. Three years ago, the apocalypse arrived, transforming everything and revealing much that was hidden to those who remained. Three years ago, the meteors (mostly!) missed Houston, and that's where John's headed today. In Houston, Rose Lalonde searches for washed-up traces of magic, warily overseen by Kanaya and her old friend Dave. In Texas, the newly dubbed "alternatives" maintain a newfound alliance with the humans they saved--and a wary truce with the Hunter forces that once kept all these creatures of fable and fairytale a secret from the world of man. And here, in Houston, the world is about to change once again. An urban fantasy monsterstuck AU featuring the beta kids, beta trolls, and their guardians. Updates every other Saturday!

#dave strider #kanaya maryam #vriska serket #karkat vantas #eridan ampora #terezi pyrope #pepsicola #eridave #monsterstuck #in control

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punsmaster69 · 7 months

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19/OCT/20XX

at some ungodly hour, i woke up on the couch, papyrus sitting beside me.

i tried to get to the kitchen and snag something from the fridge without waking him, but he hopped up the second i set foot in the kitchen.

"...'sup, paps. sorry to wake you."

"HOW ARE YOU FEELING?"

"i'm good. pretty hungry, though."

"I'M GOING TO TAKE IT THAT YOUR LACK OF PUPILS IS.. NOT INTENTIONAL."

"...what?"

"they're gone?"

closed, open.

open, closed.

"nothing?"

"THEY'RE STILL GONE."

"..literally knocked my lights out, huh? weird."

"CAN YOU SEE ALRIGHT?"

"vision's the same."

in the light of the fridge, i could see him anxiously fidgeting.

"i feel fine, so you should go back to sleep."

"just gonna eat and then.."

"..well. can't say i'm very tired anymore, so i guess i'll just hang out. watch tv or something."

"I.."

"I'M NOT TIRED, EITHER!"

"..SO, I'LL ALSO JUST HAVE TO 'HANG OUT' ."

"ok. you want me to grab you anything while i'm here?"

he shook his head.

paps quietly observed me the whole time, but i don't know what for.

kept opening his phone, typing to someone.

"who else is up at this hour to be responding to you?"

"ALPHYS HAS YET TO FALL ASLEEP."

"wanna see if she wants to hang out too? that way we can all be nighttime losers together."

"..EXCLUDING THE LOSERS PART, A SLEEPLESS SLEEPOVER SOUNDS HELPFUL!"

"helpful?"

"FUN. I MEANT FUN."

——

"heya."

"Hey-"

"EEK!!"

"Wh-why are your eyes off?!"

"dunno. woke up with 'em stuck."

"HELLO ALPHYS!"

"Hi, Papyrus."

they exchanged a series of looks whose meanings were lost on me.

"..so whenever you're done with the staring contest, there's blankets here for you, alphys.

"Oh- um, yeah. S-sorry. Thanks, Sans."

——

"ARE THERE REALLY BEINGS UP THERE IN THE SKY??"

"This is show is (very) fake, Papyrus."

"REALLY?"

"what, you don't believe in aliens?"

"I do! What I 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 believe is that they'd visit Earth to draw circles in farmland and steal cows."

"WHY WOULD THEY NEED SO MANY?"

"Exactly!"

"Totally ridiculous."

"maybe they wanna make their own farm."

"But why the crop circles?"

"i'm not one to judge someone's artistic medium."

"What meaning do those hold??"

"PERHAPS THEY ARE SUGGESTING THAT LIFE IS BUT A CIRCLE THAT LOOPS ENDLESSLY."

"........."

"that's crazy talk."

"YEAH, YOU'RE RIGHT."

"CIRCLES ARE PROBABLY JUST THEIR FAVORITE SHAPE!"

"I guess that could be true."

"Still, weird place for it."

"maybe they buried treasure."

"THAT'S CRAZY TALK, TOO!!"

"All of this is crazy to begin with."

"true."

——

tori called me, hearing from papyrus that i was awake now.

we got off-topic quickly.

"i think my shirt has a hole in it."

"Would you like for me to lend you another one?"

"...i'll just sew it at some point."

"Hehe, okay. If you say so."

"What a shame, I was looking forward to finding the most embarrassing thing in my closet for you."

"the previous time was intentional?"

"..No! I do not know why you would ever think that."

"i feel less bad about that skeleton-hand shirt, now."

"What a shame it is for you, that I like it so much."

"I have been wearing it to bed as pajamas, since it is not quite appropriate for my little ones to see."

"probably for the best."

if flowey saw it.. my cause of death might suddenly change from 'unknown illness' to 'botany accident'.

"You are sounding a lot less drained today."

"Are you feeling better now?"

"yeah, way better."

"I am glad to hear that."

"Is your eye feeling better, as well?"

"they, uh, don't hurt, anymore...?"

"But, something is different?"

"....."

"nah. they're all good."

"Sans..."

"...."

"If they are 'all good' as you say, you would not mind turning on your camera, would you?"

i stared at the enable camera button on my phone.

it stared back.

"i'm.."

"naked."

"totally bones out-"

"Sans."

"ribs in the open air-"

"𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘴."

"You mentioned your shirt a mere moment ago."

"So unless simply talking to me over the phone was enough to make you strip..."

"Please show me your eyes."

damn it.

"...Please, uncover the camera."

"it's not covered. must be broken."

".........."

the disappointment was loud. i slid my finger off the camera.

"it-"

"this doesn't hurt, at all."

"my sight still works, and-"

"Does that not hinder your ability to express emotion?"

"like i did much of that."

"Sans, a monster's ability to express themselves is one of the most important things they could lose."

"they'll come back. i'll survive without 'em for a while."

"Have you tried doing it manually?"

"like...?"

"Can you use magic to return your pupils?"

"i-"

"Please, just try."

"....ok."

𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸,

....

𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸.

"......"

"anything?"

"Yes!"

"..huh."

had a slight ache in my skull before, but it felt like it got a little better all of a sudden.

"Without your pupils, you have quite the threatening energy about you."

"oh. ..yeah."

"It is nice to see your expressions again!"

"...."

"guess i'll keep doing this, then."

"There is nothing else I should be concerned about, is there?"

"that's it."

"It is easier to tell whether you are being truthful or not!"

"nevermind. i'm turning 'em off."

"Do not!"

"don't need an automatic lie detector on my face."

"It is so nice to see you look my way."

"..if you turned on your camera, i'd have more to look at."

".....Then, give me just a moment."

after about a minute, she returned.

"I apologize. I had to find some pants."

"n-"

"no worries."

tori turned on her camera.

i waited in anticipation as it loaded.

her fur was slightly ruffled, which she also said sorry for.

"I hope you do not mind too much."

"not- not at all. it's cu-"

"uh, looks. looks good."

"You are also looking good, for a skeleton sitting in bed right now."

"thanks. guess that's why they call it beauty sleep."

"It must be!"

——

she stared at me intently, as if trying to memorize my features.

"you're not gonna forget me that quickly, right?"

"Forgetting you would not be easy. I simply wish to have your image as fresh as possible in my mind."

"..You cannot stare back!"

"why not?"

"I am appreciating your candid face."

"...it's hard to stay that way when you're looking at me like that."

tori leaned even closer to the phone.

i covered the camera.

"Awww."

"I suppose I should go back to sleep now, anyway."

"Good night, Sans."

"goodnight, tori."

"....."

"I care for you very much. Please be safe."

"i ..care for you, too."

i stared at the blank phone screen for a while, replaying the call in my mind.

my soul felt like it was gonna jump out of my chest.

eventually gathering myself, i reentered the living room to join papyrus and alphys.

#journal #undertale #sans #papyrus #alphys #toriel #toriel dreemurr #soriel #sans x toriel #toriel x sans #sans and papyrus #papyrus and sans #papyrus and alphys #sans and alphys

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powpowexplosion · 5 months

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a bit different from my usual content but i've been trying out making character edits so i made redesigns/headcanons of some of the demon slayer hashira !! :D

i'll put any changes i made under the cut but lmk if you like it or want to see any characters done first cause its really fun to do >:]

tomioka giyuu

i actually didn't do a ton of changes for him ! i like his design a lot but after seeing fanarts of him with a tan/curly hair/freckles i think it altered my dna a tiny bit so i included it :"] also gave him white pupils, red eyeliner (? is it eyeliner?? some kinda makeup i think) along the bottom corners of his eyes and added a fish-scale pattern onto the red side of his haori!! get it. fish scale. water hashira. yeah. i feel like it adds kinda foreshadowing too if u think about who he got it from (iykyk)

2. kanroji mitsuri

as much as i love love love mitsuri i feel like her design didn't do her a ton of justice !!! i really wanted to lean in to her pink color scheme since she's the love hashira so thats why i changed her haori color (and added sakura blossom patterns) but i also made her skirt a little longer/made the unbuttoned part of her uniform a heart shape (theres no way girlie isn't uncomfortable fighting in that), added a gradient/changed the blue on her socks, gave her more moles/heart pupils, made her hair into one big braid tied w/ a ribbon and with flowers woven into it !! also she has a more rosy skin tone now cause i feel like it works better with her palette. + i made her a lil chunky ^__^

3. shinazugawa sanemi

honestly he's one of my favorite designs so didn't change him a ton but i added a cloud pattern to his haori (it might have been too cropped to be one ??) and added more length to the hem, its just tucked under his belt :D also i edited his smile a little for a bit more spook factor (although i also think if he was smiling not-evily that it would make him look sweeter too so . depends on the circumstance??) i also added different types of scar tissue on his arms/face/chest because the way all of his scars were very harsh and jagged and the same color was kinda jarring imo even if im sure it was to make it easier on the animators which is totally cool !! however i did try to add variation :D

4. kocho shinobu

live laugh love shinobu!! i didn't change her a lot either but it was honestly a missed opportunity to not make her haori in the shape of butterfly wings so i edited it with that idea in mind to the best of my ability!! also i got rid of the shine in her eyes because i feel like cloudy eyes suits her character more... also added gold butterfly decals to her belt and changed the pink parts of her outfit to match her color scheme !! i think pink is more mitsuri's thing so i wanted to give her more purples :D also changed the gradient to just the underside of her hair being purple !! i like primarily dark hair on her more to be honest !!

anyways that's it! enjoy :D

#demon slayer #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #sanemi shinazugawa #giyuu tomioka #shinobu kocho #mitsuri kanroji #idk what else to tag this #fanart #?#sure why not

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kbondoxxxxav · 10 months

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Both for Kaito and Shuuji, 11/16/18/20/23 (pick any number you want for either of them!)

Yes my favorite divorced couple 💗

11. What’s the first thing you think about when thinking about the character?

Kaito - his design is super neat, his unbleached roots, his 🚫 eyes, piercing, black shirt, boots, etc—his partner is so cool too like damn that’s a hell of an evolution line, he’s The Cool Guy™ but he’s also the biggest loser lol

Shuuji - He’s overhated and he deserves better and after rewatching the playthrough again, he’s not even that bad like i don’t know i used to get annoyed with him like others too but after knowing more about him, he really is just traumatized kid being thrown to strange situation of course he would lost a lil bit of his sanity

16. A childhood headcanon

Kaito - I like to think he took some martial art lesson, i read a fanfic mentioned he took judo so it would be nice!

Shuuji - He’s the type of the kid their parents forced to go to Kumon even they didn’t want to lol, also i want to think every time he wanted to play with his older brother, their parents always stopped him with some excuse like “Your older brother is busy studying”

18. How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc)

Kaito - He’s just loud noisy kid, i just liked to think he used to be friendlier but not social butterfly either, so maybe he had a handful of friends to play with, and he always took care of Miu and fought every kid who mess with her (and also i liked to think Miu used to admire him until—well until that incident)

Shuuji - He seemed to be obedient kid who didn’t cause any trouble, or it’s just how he raised by his parents after all. I just think Shuuji might be a little bit more difficult to be disciplined than his brother at first until his dad started comparing him and he stopped rebelling and just did what his father wanted

20. A weird headcanon

Kaito - he’s quite infamous in school, i just think he’s that type of shonen protag delinquent who always had beef with the school gangsters, and maybe some of those gangs actually were interested to make Kaito join their gang coz he was strong but he was just like “nah i don’t have time for this bullshit i need to pick up my little sister from school bye assholes!!” and then he left

Shuuji - Shuuji once helped tutoring Saki and Minoru and they asked to play some songs, Minoru commented how boring Shuuji’s playlist was and started playing current pop songs on Shuuji’s account. Shuuji ended up listening to those pop songs secretly but he won’t admit to anyone ever he actually enjoyed listening to Doja Cat

23. Future headcanon

Kaito - So i don’t know why that Kaito having a band is pretty popular hc (maybe because he’s yamato expy etc etc) but i do like it and i will go along with it too hehe, i actually headcanon him to move to the city since high school, he started this band he met online so he left to the city to be serious on it, he wasn’t the type to continue college but not because he’s stupid or anything, but even if he continued going to college he would work first taking some part time jobs and performing in some gigs with his band for some years, and it would be funny if he took some major that was unexpected for him to take

Shuuji - i just like to think he worked with Prof Akiharu as his assistant, pupil, etc i don’t know something like that i’m sorry haha, his dad wasn’t really happy with it because yeah when his dad was satisfied anyway? I just think his dad didn’t want to do with him anymore since well, he’s already an adult anyway, he would just think Shuuji as a failure, but Shuuji already made peace with that issue, as long as he’s happy with what he’s doing now, it’s all that matter. Also i wanted to think Shuuji and his brother actually started communicating more and had better relationship

#character ask game #digimon survive #whoa it ends up quite long

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theclosetedskeleton · 8 months

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please infodump about your damn skippy oc please i beg

YAHSHANXNABX YAYAYAYAY

okay here we go

I dont have an uhh actual name for the oc (yet), ill try to think about one soon. Anyways

He's (obv referring to my damn skippy oc) energetic and constantly moving around the place. Damn skippy oc try to sit still in one place (failed INSTANTLY).

+ "Naturally curious (Good example for this idea would be the song "rainwater") and lives in their daydreams" kinda person. (When robots attack) (ik theres the line 'how i wish this was just a dream' in when robots attack, but I imagine the scenario wasnt a "daydream" he has and moreso of an actual dream that feels real.)

[going back to the last part, I imagine the entire damn skippy album is just the oc going on these silly tangents abt their life + daydreams (maybe minus "ode to crayola", as I already have a diff oc for that song alone)]

Pronouns - He/they (Was originally gonna go with he/him but i like the concept of "he/they DS oc better)

Physical features !!!

DS has these swirls in their eyes, like the back of the album cover. Confession - Every now and then i think the pinkish color makes him look high but then i add the blue and im like "nuh uh" HWKAN 😭

They also have these star pupils, I added the idea when i first designed the oc back in jan-feb time period. Btw these features arent like contact lenses those are his actual eyes :3 I imagine my DS oc to be like... 80% human and the 20% is uhhh I dont know that answer

Along with this, theres like this ink or whatever that seeps from his eyes. Theyre not tears or anything, no matter what they do to remove the ink it just comes back eventually, but the ink only gets down to a certain point to where it just stops flowing.

small features !!! he wears a lot of stickers on their face, mainly because the stickers are really cool

LOTS of kandi bracelets/wrist bands/spiked bracelets. There probably was a time where he was a scene kid, and they still take inspiration from that 2000s/2010s scene time period.

[side note!!! this doesnt relate with my oc 100% but

on the topic of the kandi bracelets part, DS makes a lot of kandi bracelets for HTTJB (another oc based on a LD album) (The hip to the javabean oc isnt my oc, its @shrimpmcbites 's). Occasionally DS will just give HTTJB a new kandi bracelet for no apparent reason. ]

LOTS OF COLOR !!!!!!!! DS constantly wears so many things dealing with color and bright things, like as if those saturated bright colorful photos were a person.

DS IS TRANS!!!!!! trans ftm to be specific. fuck making all my characters different.... i WILL project on every one of them

(on a specific note, DS hasnt gotten any sort of medical transition like HRT or top/bottom surgery)

Projecting on my oc once more !!!! but fuck i dont care - DS is aroace and queerplatonic !!!! + DS is also in a qpr W/HTTJB because me and @shrimpmcbites said so muahaha (we are both projecting...)

(Geeks is love is abt them !!!!! the line "I don't think they'll ever get the groovy standards that we set for love" fits oh so perfectly with the fact the DS and HTTJB oc's are in a qpr)

Okay now for a bit of silly facts

Favorite drink - Tea !!! of any kind !!!! or maybe koolaid or the type of water drinks where you pour the syrup of a flavor in water and you get juice if yk what im talking abt

Favorite food - I imagine DS to really like smores. especially the ones with too much extra stuff and too many marshmellows and chocolate

Favorite type of music - anything DS can dance to. or just move around to. He doesn't really like sad songs.

Favorite color -Probably all of them but mainly the really saturated BRIGHT colors

Hobbies -

Dancing (not really good at it, + is not a professional, they just do it bc he NEEDS a way to channel all of the internal energy they have.),

Reading (only comic/graphic novels, anything else and he just loses attention)

KANDI - They has SO. MANY. KANDI. STUFF. AT HOME. probably even a few pieces of kandi clothing because of all of the extra time they have on his hands.

Video games - Esp those really retro ones, but he'll play almost any video game that goes in their hands

HOLY SHIT THIS POST IS SO LONG. idk what else to add but if anyone reads this till the end and has any input about the oc send me an ask about it because my DS oc (and @shrimpmcbites 's HTTJB oc) has been CLAWING at my brain and i need people to talk to me about them

#closet rambles again on tumblr #oc info #Damn skippy #Lemon demon #Lemon demon oc

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mlimby · 2 years

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JJBA Character Model Studies/Analysis (only Part 5)

Hi, this post is just me praising the art direction in the “Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure” fighting games “Eyes of Heaven” and “All Star Battle”. Don’t know if this has been done before but I’ve been thinking about this so much.

One thing I love about the character design in these games is that they avoid same-face-syndrome. Each character is given unique facial features AND retains their part’s art style “quirk”, I guess you could call it, that anime/manga sometimes struggles with (due to the nature of the genre.) This is the closest to canon appearance descriptors that we are going to get that are not the basic things like height, hair color, eye color, etc. I’m talking like face shapes and whatnot.

Since the Part 5 cast are my favorites, I’m going to be using them as my examples. Yes, I am starved of Part 5 content.

Each image I use is going to be from a GTA 3 mod page (which I will source at the end of this post cause don’t you want to play as them in GTA?) since it’s the clearest and most consistent set of close up images I could find lol.

Giorno:

Round, hooded(?), soulful, watery, wet beast eyes (his iris and pupils take up most of the space in his eyes)

Winner of wettest most watery eyes on the team

Very angled, blocked in eyebrows

Heart shaped face (widest at the forehead with pointy chin) very much emphasized by his cornet hair

Square jaw

Big ole rounded ears that stick out (Second biggest ears on team)

Slightly wider nose relative to the width of his mouth but overall balanced facial features

The way his suit is modeled gives him kind of a blocky appearance and make his limbs look shorter

Short fingers

In all, they gave him a very rounded/blunt appearance

I don’t believe in kibbe typing but, Soft Natural

Bucciarati:

Horizontally long, almond shaped eyes with visible double eyelid (smaller iris and pupils leave most of the white showing)

Has the second driest eyes on the team (only behind Mista)

Super thin, straight eyebrows that are more filled in towards the front (probably drew them on)

Thinner, oval face shape I think (pulls off the blunt bangs and bob cut very well good for him!)

Has a wider mouth and super full lips

Thin and long nose (emphasizing longer mid face makes him look more mature)

He got small bones

Well tailored suit (compared to Giorno’s somewhat ill fitted modified school uniform)

Long, slender fingers

Sleek, modern, and sharp impression

Probably Dramatic Classic lol

Fugo

Round/almond shaped eyes with visible double eyelid (smaller iris and pupils with most of the white showing)

Very long, angled, eyebrows but not as fat as Giorno’s

I’d like to say he has an oblong face shape plus IMAX forehead (sorry)

More v shaped jaw most similar to Bucciarati

Similar facial feature placement to Bucciarati but has a slightly more rounded nose tip and a not as pinched nose bridge

Big ole hands and fingers

Lanky teenage boy archetype

Very rectangular but slightly more blunt than sharp

Flamboyant Natural or straight up Dramatic probably

Narancia

Big round eyes with visible double eye lid but his iris and pupil still leave a lot of white showing (biggest eyes on team)

Big ears like huge ears (biggest ears on team)

Really thick and noticeable bottom lashes

Second place for most watery eyes on the team (I’d describe them as more sparkly and alert than watery I suppose)

Thin but angled eyebrows

Oval face shape but no sharp or hard edges just round (retains the most facial baby fat)

V shaped/rounded jaw but not as defined

Lips similar in proportion to Giorno’s but with a more defined cupid’s bow

Shorter limbs

Smaller hands with smaller fingers

He’s not short! He’s compact!

He’s like a small rock to me just all muscle but thin

Like how monkeys have super compact muscles that make their limbs appear thin but they’re actually super strong and can do unspeakable damage

Flamboyant Gamine

I’ll add more of the team in a later reblog of this post or a separate one I don’t know.

Image Sources: (all by Alessandar212)

#jojo’s bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo part 5 #jjba #jjba part 5 #giorno giovanna #vento aureo #golden wind #bruno bucciarati #pannacotta fugo #narancia ghirga #mlramble #jjba analysis #wall of text #text post #personal

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unwilling-souls-if · 2 years

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Wings related asks come back to haunt you again, dear author! ಠ‿ಠ Little scenario, somewhat spicy a little bit???

MC (very gently ofc!) nibbles flirtingly on the feather of ROs wing/their own wing, while batting eyelashes innocently fjhdgdj. Reactions?

My favorite type of asks <3 I love the idea of MC forgetting that Crescent's wings nerves don’t work and just getting a mouthful of feathers while Crescent stands there, not feeling anything 🧍‍♂️

I don't know if this can be considered suggestive, but it's under the read more just in case! I assumed relationship-stage. I may also have sprinkled some angst powder on Xander. A tiny amount :)

Xander: His wings are a touchy subject, so if MC were nibbling on them, Xander would be uncomfortable as his thoughts would pester him the whole time. "Don't they think it's repulsive?" "Are they not disgusted by me?" He can't look MC in the eyes, even if they tried to be playful. He just wishes he could cut his wings with some scissors and forget about them. Forever. Not even his lover could make him love this part of himself.

Charlotte: If MC was nibbling on their own feathers while looking up at her through their lashes, you better believe Charlotte is compbusting. Her skin heats up, and a faint blush covers her face as her mouth parts slightly open. She'd laugh and pretend to be scandalized. "God, MC, have you got no shame?" she giggles, covering her face with her hand and peeking through her fingers.

Dione: The woman raises a brow, standing still for a moment and allowing MC to do their thing. The second she catches the gleam in their eyes, her wings flutter out of reach and her finger trails along their neck. "Have you forgotten who's in control, little dove?" Dione whispers, mouth near MC's ear. Her nail bites into the skin of their shoulder as she lowers herself to plant a kiss at the junctiun between their skin and wings.

Perceval: Xyr wings are the most sensitive out of the bunch, so the moment MC's breath warms the feathers, Perceval can't help but sigh with contentment. Xe can't help the shivers running down xyr back and to xyr fingertips. When MC tries to back up with a teasing smirk, Perceval's wings wrap around them to keep them close and xe brings xyr hand to their head. Xyr pupils are dilated and pleading as xe asks: "Could you keep doing that, please? It felt so good."

Crescent: If MC does anything flirtingly around Crescent, it's a contest about to begin. Oh, MC is softly nibbling their own wings while fluttering their eyelashes? Crescent is about to demonstrate why their mouth is best. And hold eye contact during it. They want MC to drown in the deep purple of their irises and pleasure. To have them desperate for them. And Crescent always get what they want— one way or another.

#winnnngs asks are back in #ro:xander #ro:perceval #ro:dione #ro:charlotte #ro:crescent

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Crumbled Papers

A (Hetalia) Japan x Male! Reader

Chapter 5

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As the next few days had passed, Y/N had been exploring more parts of the house.

Most days involved Japan just coming in to see if he needed anything, or to say good night or good morning. Japan was polite enough to make him breakfast and dinner, so he usually felt relieved.

Japan had owned a lot of things for his house; an onsen in the back, a plethora of Sakura Trees all around his house, and a totally beautiful view. He was basically any Ghibli fans dream man.

Y/N still felt a bit odd in his presence though.

While he wasn't rude or anything, it still felt a little strange to be around someone he had barely ever talked to in his life before. It was a little weird to have a man of such a status living with him.

Y/N sat comfortably in front of the open door, as sunlight treaded in beautifully, it's rays embracing all that it touched.

In its warm grasp, Y/N sat still and was deep in thought.

Hellfire still surrounded him, even in such a calm moment like this. He didn't know how he would ever put it out.

Y/Ns breathing felt shaky as he thought about the fire again, the roaring and gruesome flames that almost consumed him whole as he narrowly escaped from his collapsing house.

And he swallowed his fears back up. The fire became more intense as he took out his phone, and went to YouTube.

A song. Maybe that would calm him down.

His trembling fingers typed desperately against the keyboard on the search bar, his lips were quivering and salty tears barely stayed sealed behind his eyes.

The song he was wanting to play had shown up on the search suggestions, and he immediately clicked.

He tapped on the video, and luckily, no ads played. The familiar guitar intro sounded, and he felt his breathing still shaking.

It was his favorite song in the whole world; "Thats Alright, Mama". While it did soothe him in the harshest of times, it would usually take a minute or two to fully calm him down.

His heart slowly stopped pounding as he took a deep breath in, and another breath out.

He repeated this, making his heartbeat more stable. A sense of relief started to overcome him as the grand, smooth voice of Elvis Presley blessed him.

"Pardon me, but," Japan's voice suddenly showed up from behind him, causing him to flinch slightly; "what are you ristening to?" He asked, looking down at him curiously.

Those cold, pupil-less eyes of simbersite glared down at him once more.

"Um-- uh.. its-- its uh, called Thats Alright, Mama. Its um-- a very good song! Hehe.." Nervously laughed the once trembling Y/N.

Japan replied with a calm, less shaky voice; "Mm.. werr, if it's arright with you.. may I sit down here?"

Y/N slightly widened his eyes, but immediately replied to his question with a fast; "Um-- yeah, yeah! Sure!"

Japan's face was devoid of emotion as he quietly stepped to the empty spot next to Y/N, and slowly sat down, crossing his legs and playing his hands on his lap.

The song that Y/N was playing still played silently, as the sun reflected onto them both.

A strange feeling inside Y/Ns chest appeared, and a bead of sweat dripped down his face.

He didn't know why, but anytime Japan walked in on him doing something, this is just the feeling he got. It only ever seemed to go away when he went away. So Y/N silently prayed he would get bored and leave.

The song finished, Y/N felt less hellfire now, yet it still remained present.

So Y/N went to go play another song, but as he did, Japan spoke once more; "I wonder.. is that song you prayed part of your curture?"

"Huh? Oh-- um, it ain't a song from my country-- but uh, it sounds really similar to some of the songs in mine, heheh." Y/N said back, typing in the name of another song.

Japan quietly hummed in response, and sat in silence again.

"How Do You Think I Feel" by Jimmie Rodgers Snow began to play, and the hellfire began to fade a little bit more again.

Y/N lifted up their legs, and wrapped their arms around it in an attempt to soothe themselves twice as more.

"You seem to rike more upbeat songs, don't you, Y/N-kun?" Said Japan, making Y/N avert his eyes softly as wind gently blew against his body.

"Um, yeah, I suppose.. it reminds me of my culture after all, heh." Said Y/N, practically burying his face inside his legs.

"Hmm. If it's arright, I'd rike to hear your curtures music after this one is over. If it sounds rike this, then I'd rove to here some more." Japan politely said, staring into the endless skies of Yellow Topaz and baby blue.

"R-- Really?.. Um, okay.." Said Y/N in response. He hadn't ever heard someone say they were interested in his culture before. So, he didn't know what else he could say.

Inhaling, he decided to suggest something as well.

"Maybe I could play some of your music too, if you don't mind.. I, um.. think it's catchy as well. So.. yeah, heh."

Y/N looked down at his lap as red overtook his face, Japan only made a slightly shocked look in response to his suggestion.

"Rea-- rearry? A-- Arigato, i didn't know you were interested in it as werr.."

"Well, you do tend to make a lot of good songs, especially the rock ones.. I might just be saying that cuz I like rock-music, but still."

"Mmm.. werr, after this, may I rook up the song?"

"S-- Sure, pal."

The song continued on, and then finished after a few minutes. Y/N readjusted his position to be more comfortable, and Japan slowly looked over to them.

"Eto-- that was a rearry good song, but-- may I rook up my song now?" He asked.

"Uhh, yeah.. yeah, man. I like your music anyway."

Japan took Y/Ns phone slowly, and went to the search bar.

He typed in something that Y/N couldn't see directly, and tapped on what he could only assume to be a video of some sort.

A familiar instrumental then began to play.

"Flyday Chinatown" by Yasuha began to play, and Y/N slowly bobbed their head and body to the rhythm of the song.

"Heh, hey, I know this one.. its pretty damn catchy, I'd have to admit." Y/N said, a warm smile appearing on their face.

"Oh, rearry? I figured you probabry wourdnt know this one."

"Well, course I know! I make sure to keep up with every country in the best way I can, even if that means listening to their recent hits for hours on end.. can't imagine feeling embarrassed if they referenced something to their culture I didn't know."

"I see, werr.. your efforts to understand my curture do amaze me, Y/N-kun. I'm armost a rittle impressed.."

Y/N sat still, unsure of what to say, and then fixed up his posture.

"Well, who can't be? I'm naturally great after all." He said with a boasting, charming grin on his face. Japan didn't say anything, but then let out a small, barely heard giggle.

Y/N's lips slightly parted, he didn't expect for him to laugh of all things. He seemed like a pretty serious guy. Yet, he couldn't help but laugh right after him.

Birds chirped in the Sakura Trees, and cicadas chirped as well, letting out a beautiful chorus of nature. Y/N didn't realize, but the hellfire that consumed them was but a tiny flame as of now.

#hetalia #hetalia x reader #aph japan #aph japan x reader

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