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[brandogenius]

gonna take thursday - monday to write up and post some requests as fics / one shorts!! been doing a lot of hcs and blurbs lately so i may spice it up a bit!! i do be zzzz mimimimi rn so i can write up some stuff

but take this schedule of what bigger stuff are in my notes right now that needs to be posted! (in no order)

- jo x drunk reader - one shot

- enemies to lovers part 2

- younger artist au part 3

- phoebe x reader st patrick’s day one shot

-julien x singer reader - one shot

- lucy x julien fic

- phoebe x reader - christmas one shot

- naomi x reader - going on vacation together

other requests will be done overtime !! / hcs / blurbs etc!! sorry for the delays! on holidays on friday which means more time to write 💪💪👏👏

[ohdeerfully]

Man, I just need some more sleepy Alastor x reader. Honestly, I don’t know what the plot would be or whatever but I am a literal magnet when it comes to sleepy characters😋😋

Lazy Morning

Alastor x Reader (fluff)

TW: none!

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You stretched your arms up and out as you woke up, eyes flickering open at the bright red of Hell’s sky filtering through the curtains of your room. You let your eyes close again for a moment, sighing and going limp under your covers again. You had a long night, and just… a few more minutes…

Your consciousness started slipping again, and you felt so comfortable under your fluffy duvet…

Knock, knock knock

Your eyes cracked open and you couldn’t stop the groan that escaped your lips. You knew exactly who knocked on your door, because he had a particular way of doing so every time. You weren’t upset that he was here, but you were upset that he was rousing you from your comfortable bed.

“Let yourself in,” You called, unintentionally sharp. You tugged the blanket around your face tighter, staring at the door as it opened softly.

Alastor peeked the top half of his body in, looked at you, laughed lightly, and fully entered the room. 

“My dearest,” He said through a gentle grin. His head tilted to the side, as if he was confused to see you laying there. “It’s… rather late in the morning! Don’t waste your eternity lying in bed!”

You simply hummed in response, and you didn’t move an inch. He stepped forwards towards your bed, looming over you. You had trouble seeing his face in the long shadows cast by the violently bright morning beaming through your curtains. But, you could tell there was a disapproving look in his features. He hated unproductivity. 

“Could you close the curtains tighter,” You pleaded, ignoring his earlier comment. You were growing irritated at the light, and shoved your face into the pillow.

Alastor ‘tsked’ and walked towards the curtains. His sharp fingers dug into the fabric… before he sharply pulled them apart, blasting light into your room.

You shouted wordlessly at him, though an intelligible ‘you dick’ was heard in your otherwise mindless yells. Alastor only cackled at you, dramatically wiping a fake tear from his eye—the sound of a laugh track on his cane joined him. He was cut off when a pillow hit him square in the face.

“Fucking close them!” You practically screamed. Your voice cracked, still dripping with sleep. You were squinting in the light to the point your eyes might as well be shut.

Alastor obeyed with a hum, a pleased look in his eyes at his own antics. The room was swamped in darkness. The demon walked towards your bed again, his eyes slightly glowing in the darkness. You watched him as he watched you.

“Now, when do you plan on not being so lazy?” There was a hint of a tease in his voice. “It’s a wonderful day in Hell.”

You slid your arms out from the blanket and reached towards him. He looked at your arms strangely. You rolled your eyes at his cluelessness.

“I’ll get up if you stay with me for a few minutes.”

Alastor thought for a moment before gingerly setting himself down on the bed near you. “I’m not going to babysit you,” He began. “Just b-” You cut him off with a whine. His eyes narrowed at you.

“Get closer,” You demanded, your arms still outstretched. Alastor wasn’t the biggest fan of your childish attitude, but he bit back a comment and scooted a couple inches forward. You lifted yourself up slightly and slid your hands behind his back, tugging him forward.

With anybody else, Alastor would have probably yanked off an arm, or something. His heart held a strangely soft spot for you, though, and he was able to fight off his instincts to let himself get dragged by your hands. He caught himself from falling completely forward, his hands placed flat on either side of your head.

You smiled up at him, a sleepy look still affecting your eyes. He felt his chest squeeze while he looked down at you. It took him a while to get used to the strange, alien emotions you made him feel in the months after he confessed to “feeling a strange way about you”, but he was starting to become more acquainted with them. He clenched his jaw, his smile becoming low and watery as his eyes watched your hand drag a light finger down his cheek.

“You curse me,” His voice was low and intimate, and it lacked the sound of radio frequency. His face inched closer to yours as he spoke. “I feel so weak near you.” He kept the fact that he hated it to himself.

You gave him a lazy, lopsided grin. “I consider myself more like a hex, really.” This made Alastor smile a bit wider. He pressed his face into your neck, and you laughed lightly at the sensation of his hair tickling your skin. He inhaled sharply before sighing, settling his body next to you.

What a change in mood, You thought to yourself as Alastor snaked an arm under your head. You saw a tired look in his eyes, something that he would tend to hide in his day to day. You knew he didn’t sleep much. 

“It’s been a few minutes,” Alastor commented. His voice had a twinge of exhaustion in it, likely brought on by laying down. It was no surprise that sleep would jump on him like a rabid animal since he kept himself awake for seemingly days on end.

“Just a few more,” You pleaded. You pressed your face into his chest, and felt it rumble slightly when he hummed an ‘okay’ in response to your request. You curled your arm around his torso.

You don’t know when you fell asleep, but you know you did when you crack open your eyes and your body feels heavy, still waking up. You lift yourself, but stop when you feel the weight of Alastor’s arm around you. You smile when you look down and see a soft, sleepy smile on his lips and a relaxed look on his features.

You slip yourself from his grip, and his eyes crack open. His eyebrows furrow for a moment, and you watch as he stifles a yawn.

You wordlessly blinks his eyes open and looks at you.

“Ready to get up?” You ask him, leaning over to stare directly down at him.

He closes his eyes in response again and sighs, simultaneously lifting an arm to lightly wrap around your waist.

You watch him for a few seconds, before looking up and around your room. Your eyes settle on your curtains, an ominous glow of light emanating from the edges. A sinister smile peaks your lips, and you weigh the pros and cons.

It was a brief thought, though, because when you looked back down at Alastor all evil intent left your body. This guy never slept, you shouldn’t interrupt this just to get back at him.

Plus, how endearing he looked, so vulnerable underneath you. The Radio Demon, sleeping, guards lowered, trusting you. You leaned down and pressed a careful kiss against his forehead before lying back down. He was quick to swamp you with his arms once again, and you suddenly wondered if it’d be so bad to sleep the day away.

[suntails]

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[enden-k]

stuff n sketches

[bevdinbitez]

ok last post before i sleep. very messy doodle of tha bloodsucking boyfriends

[glassiskies]

yes yes crowley is an optimist...but is he?? in the show i mean?

I reread like the last 100 pages of the book last week for funsies and a difference between the book and show struck me. In the book, aziraphale's bookshop burns down, crowley finds the book, sees the notes and is like: ok fuck it we ball, it's not like there's anywhere else to go is there? Which like. YEAH.

But in the show, Crowley finds the book, takes it as a souvenir, and then goes to a pub to drink himself to the end of the world. He is so valid for that, but that is not screaming optimist to me. He doesn't even look inside the book and see that there's notes until Aziraphale tells them they're there.

Another part of season 2 that struck me was at the end of Episode 3 where Crowley says "Oh, it doesn't matter. It's too late for that now, isn't it? It's always too late." Once again, definitely not screaming optimist to me. At the end of Season 2, we could argue he's being optimistic for holding on until the last second, waiting for Aziraphale to change his mind, but I honestly think he gave up as soon as Aziraphale made up his mind about going to Heaven. His confession felt resigned, like he already knew what was going to happen but he had to get it out there anyway (which is so, so heartbreaking.) I think Crowley waited outside the bookshop to force Aziraphale to face what he's leaving.

Anyway I think it's just a slight change in characterization! More of a...disaster puppy in the show if you will lmao.

[druid-boy-punk]

sowwy i dogboyed ur autistic </3

[yuppievalley]

uuugh ryan take your gay vision glasses off, min having the keys to the dumpty kingdom doesn't make him gnarly 🙄😒

[sleepyzuku]

its literally 4am im gonna snork mimimi 💤

[bepoucorp]

*gives your Joker a blue bowtie, orange button down shirt, a cleaner purple tailcoat, and a fedora* We'll call this your business suit, J-Man

too lazy to color this, but he's ready for business!

[brandogenius]

hesr me out

boygenius as minecraft mobs

listen i’m half asleep this is the type of shit i turn my phone on to tweet out 😭

whatever content this is i love it but all i can think of is phoebe as endermen

[barelysleepyy]

Oblivious!Hermann for the soul.

Bleep bloop.

For @get-shortcaked , who requested me to do this one.

[quizerini]

Im so fucken Sleep Deprived and it is Only 3 30 PM.

[xephia]

[mangostar]

anthro leaf :3

[ingoodjesst]

fingerguns pew pew......... i simply cannot stop asketchin'