#which was my halloween costume when i was a baby haha

[wraenata]

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BOO BITCH :]

Me? No! I'm scared of you all!

[isackwhy]

Hii!!! I LOVE your Isaac hcs and I was wondering if you can do some hcs on Isaac with reader who’s a BIG horror fan? I love horror movies‼️‼️

YESSS OMG

isaacwhy x horror fan! reader hc’s

isaac has no problem w horror movies from what he’s talked about

only gets paranoid when like u or tanner start summoning demons as a joke mid movie and now he’s gotta baptize the whole house

loveeeeessss hearing you ramble about your favorite horror movie or movies

loves watching the passion in your eyes and the smile

even as you describe your favorite kill from the movie

whatever new horror movie is out, you’re taking him to the theater

which he happily obliges to

usually tanner or larry joins u guys to the theater

if u have like merch and stuff form horror movies he’s thinks it’s really fascinating

(when the lights are on)

the first time he slept over your place he realized there was a bunch of eyes on him from like horror movies

he didn’t tell u at the time but he couldn’t look for too long without feeling uneasy

he finally tells u after a few months and u chuckle but every time he comes over u turn anything w eyes around for him

u like to try and spook him by wearing like a scream mask and jumping around the corner

9/10 times he screams like a child, holds his chest and then goes “haha. nice one. haha. fuck you.”

u just giggle but he accepts ur apology in the form of a kiss

he tries to scare u back but ur just too prepared for it that it never works

he’s even tried to scare u while u were in the shower

he put on one of ur masks, swung open the door and yelled

you just stared at him thru the glass of ur shower

“really?” you deadpan, water still coming from the shower and onto ur body

isaac’s shoulders fell when he realized he didn’t get u

“well. at least i have a nice view—“

“out!”

halloween time is where u thrive

ur house decor is literally mostly stuff from halloween time (me too)

isaac knows this too. obviously.

he surprised u w a trip to ur favorite store that carries halloween stuff and let u buy whatever :(

can i have an isaac pls my god

also ON halloween?

if u guys are really party ppl, u still dress up in a couples costume from ur fave horror movie (if that’s possible)

u try and scare some of the kids that come up to the tgc house door and isaac just laughs w each kid you get

“good job baby,” he high fives u

[mysticalsoot]

halloween costumes & anxiety

part 1 of 'glances of love'

➸ note; I bit the bullet. alright so context, glances of love is a fic series based off my chaos dr which is basically just a streamer dr hybrid. some details, like the dynamic between reader and Wil, readers behaviors and anxieties, experiences like this fic, are all pieces of my dr. so if it's unconventional, I'm sorry but it's my Dr, my blog, my writing. i choose to share this bc I want to and I want other people to enjoy my work. anyways! on with the reading (please don't throw stones at me, my bones are like brittle glass)

➸ pairing; male!reader x cc!wilbur, he/him

➸ summary; reader avoids going to wilbur's shows for one reason--the fans. he has no qualms against them, they just scare him. he decides to go for the second Halloween gig, dressing up as a humanized tardis as wilbur is the tenth doctor. everything goes smoothly until it's time to meet fans. Wilbur then comforts reader yay!

➸ warning; uses of babyboy including other nicknames, one use of daddy but in a sfw/jokingly sweet context! maybe swearing? mean depiction of some Lovejoy fans-- sorry! wilbur dresses up as the tenth doctor.. nerdy and dorky shit. reader has much panic and anxiety, some hints of an anxiety attack mixed with an autistic shut down (haha me-- /lh)

➸ age-rating; 15+

➸ wordcount; 3.2k

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you love wilbur, that was something you were sure of and wholeheartedly so. you supported him, mostly from the safety of your shared home. making posts online basically being his biggest cheerleader, helping him calm down from panics or spirals, smiling and cheering whenever he shows you something knew. you love him. you support him. you adore him.

but his fanbase scares you. it's nothing against them, really. maybe it's the daunting size and intensity of the group of people. maybe it's the negativity that manages to be at the forefront of your mind. whatever it is, they scare you.

you haven't been to one of Lovejoy's shows in ages, and you really hadn't planned on it. you still sort of don't yet Wil's been talking about the next big gig; the Halloween show in Brighton. he wants you to be there, wherever comfortable of course, all dressed up in a matching costume, cheering him on and right there so he can kiss you the second he steps off stage, utilizing that adrenaline to his advantage. he wants you by his side through everything, and while he'd never push you to something you don't want to do, he can't help but be a little pushy about it. he isn't mean or harmful, he just mentions it more. he talks and he talks about it, bouncing and stimming in joy at the mentions of it and the plans he has for it and how cool it's going to be. he wants you there so bad, and it's painfully clear.

"so, what do you think, baby?" he asks as he spins around in front of the TV, showing off his costume in all its glory. you made a joke a few months prior that he reminded you of David Tennant's doctor who, and he took it and ran with it. he's clad in his old converse, some of his funky socks, a pair of brown patterned pants. he tucks in the white shirt a bit more, adjusting the tie before putting the trench coat on. he smiles widely, hands in his pockets just like Ten.

you smile and nod, clapping softly, "you look lovely, darling!" you try your best to sound as excited as possible, giggling when you see him try to stick his hair upwards, but it flops down over his forehead and he sticks his lip out in a pout. "don't think your hair is made for that, bub."

you shake your head with a smile as he shrugs, striding over to you and plopping down beside you on the couch, tossing his legs up on the coffee table in front of you. he tugs you into his lap, "c'mere," and you oblige with a giggle, settling between his thighs comfortably, your legs around his waist as you rest your hands half on his chest half on his shoulders. he holds you by your lower back and hips, hands flat out on your body.

"why don't you come, just this once?" he speaks barely above a whisper as he pushes a bit of hair out of your face, a kiss placed on your opposite cheek.

you think for a moment, you need to go sometime. being on the sidelines won't cut it for much longer, and going means more time with him, less time spent alone. but that also means being near a lot of people, or being in a crowd. or meeting fans--

"yeah, why not?" you smile softly, part of you immediately regretting your words but holding up to your word anyhow.

the following week is spent in preparation, costumes, after show plans, travel, rehearsal, set list writing-- most things Wil handles alone. alot of time spent tucked away in the office in the flat, or on the phone or in the studio. but you both manage time to spend together, and to work on your costume. you both decided on a simple costume, a flowy shirt, a leather jacket, some boots and a tardis key around your neck.

a simple omage to the doctor's forever partner, the tardis. you both thought it was sweet, a nice way to say "forever?" in a rather dorky and cute way.

the day of the show snuck up on you both much quicker than expected, Wil was scrambling to leave early and you were trying to calm your nerves the moment you woke. of course you'd be home on your own for a bit, until you went to the venue a couple hours before it started. you'd help out in whatever way you could and then help wil with makeup if he decided he wanted to add some, just for a special touch.

"if you need anything from me, don't hesitate to call okay? or text. I'm right here, baby. I'll make sure you're okay." he smiles, kissing your forehead as he goes through his mental bullet points of what to remind you on.

• I'm here

• you're safe

• text me

• call me

• I love you

• goodbye/see you soon

the way he had this little pre-venue routine was sweet, and it helped calm your nerves even for a bit. it brought you peace of mind and helped settle that fire that always lit in your stomach in moments of anxiety.

he was like a natural anxiety remedy, and you loved every second of it.

"I know, I know. I'll tell you if anything's wrong. now, go have fun at soundcheck. i love you, bee," you lean up to try and reach his lips to kiss, yet you don't quite reach that height. he leans down and closes the gap for you, your lips moving in sync with one another as you sigh into the feeling. it's nice, it's warm and it buzzes your skin. he pulls back, smiling before biting his lip. he brushes some hair out of your face as he admires you.

"I love you so so much, thank you for coming tonight.." he peppers kisses all over your face, holding your head in his hand as you giggle, holding his arms gently.

you giggle, smiling sweetly as he kisses all over your face and then he kisses your nose and stops, pulling back to smile down at you.

"I love you soo much more!" you giggle, kissing one more time as you both bid one another a sweet 'see you later'. you drop down onto the couch the moment the door clicks shut. you take in a deep, shakey breath, spending the next few hours wondering and pondering on how you expect to handle being at the show.

a few hours pass and you're on the walk to the venue, it isn't far from Wil's apartment building so you manage a swift 10-minute walk, wilbur's acoustic guitar slung on your back. you managed to avoid the crowds lining up and queuing for the show, slipping into the venue through the backdoor, sighing in relief once the door was shut and locked behind you. you hurried over to the green room, holding the guitar strap on your chest and putting the guitar down in the corner. Wil walks in a moment later, hurrying up behind you and wrapping his long arms around you. he rests his chin on your shoulder and you sigh happily. turning in his grasp, you shove yourself into his chest and keep close.

"I'm glad to see you, honeybaby.." he moves to rest his chin on your head, his hand on the back of it, scratching at your scalp with his fingertips and he presses kisses onto your hair.

"'m glad too.." you mumble against his chest, hands grasping at his back, fingers pressing into the fabric of his shirt.

"how was your walk, baby?" he picks you up by your waist, placing you gently onto his lap after he finds his spot on the couch. you rest your hands on the bottom hem of his shirt. his fingers and thumbs rub at your thighs, trying to soothe you.

"good, I got to come in through the back," you shrug, leaning yourself down to press against his chest. you nestle your body between his thighs as you gently whine in content. he presses a hand against your back, as his other grazes your cheek gently.

"mm, good, baby," he smiles, kissing your nose. you both stay like that for a while, wrapped up in each other's limbs. legs tangled, arms around one another, fingers fidgeting with each other's. your head is nestled on his shoulder and his head on top of yours. it's sweet and it's warm, and your anxiety slips away with every breath of his you hear. every tingle of your skin at his touch.

"I have to go soon, hun," he whispers against the shell of your ear, placing a kiss there as he rubs your upper arm. you whine at him, hiding your face in his chest, head tucked under his chin. he giggles at you, kisses placed on your hair before he gently pulls you back.

"I have a show to play, baby boy," he smirks, kissing your forehead. he's so.. sweet, you think, kind and gentle and you love his touch and affection.

"how much longer?" you hold a gentle pout on your lips, playing with the hem of his shirt.

"mm.." he pauses in thought, not actually thinking but pretending to, only to make you laugh, "five minutes? is that good for you, baby?"

you nod, resting back on his chest as you rest your legs on either side of his thighs, cuddling close to him and letting your eyes rest. wilbur draws shapes on your back with his finger tips. his other hand plays with your hair, twirling strands around his fingers before letting go and massaging your scalp. you let out soft, contented sighs with every touch, simply taking in every feeling and savoring it.

the five minutes pass and he's putting you back to stand, hugging you and kissing you as you help hype him up. he runs on stage and you head into the crowd. you thought it might help your anxiety, to be around everyone. you easily slip into the crowd, finding a spot off to the side and clapping and screaming with the crowd.

you blend in easily, getting drawn into the music and enjoying it just as anyone else. you eye wilbur lovingly, watching him bounce around and perform in his costume. he looks so silly to you, adorable and lovely. you smile so widely and he glances over to you every once and a while, a smile and a wink thrown in your direction.

the show moves along smoothly, he talks in between songs when he's tuning his guitar. he's careful not to point you out, but he talks about you. gushing over his boyfriend, how sweet you are and how you're the reason he has a costume this year. he smiles so wide, and his eyes sparkle. he really loves you.

once the show ends, they go out to the back, and you slip back through the backstage door. the crowd finds their way out to the back, ready to meet the guys and your heart starts to pound at the idea. you fully plan on going out with Wil, wanting to be beside him despite your fears. surely it'll be fine? no one will bother you and all in all, he'll be there so you'll be okay.

he meets you in the hall outside of the green room, picking you up by your waist and spinning you around before kissing all over your face. you giggle, humming and grabbing at his shirt.

"hi, baby-" he coos, pulling back and resting his forehead on yours.

"hi, wilbee.." you let your words fade, sighing and shutting your eyes. he rubs your cheeks with his thumbs as he looks down into your eyes.

"ready, lovey?" he smiles, pulling back and dipping his head to meet your eyes.

you nod and he puts out his hand for you. you wrap your hand around his finger, not bothering with holding his whole hand as he leads you outside through the backdoor. you keep your hold on him, hiding in his side or behind him. you're sure to hold onto him, so you don't lose him somewhere in the crowd. there isn't a barricade outside like there sometimes is, so fans crowd around and cluster up in his (and your) personal space. you stay quiet about it, keeping your fast breathing and spinning mind under wraps. wilbur tells a few people to back up just a bit, for safetys sake as he speaks with a few fans. he lets you keep that hold on him, only letting go when he takes photos.

your mind wanders until a few voices catch you. they're simple whispers, ones that surround you and come from behind you. you don't turn around to see the source of the voices but you hear what they say as clear as day.

"does he really have to bring his boyfriend everywhere?"

"we're here to see Lovejoy, not wilbur's lost puppy."

they laugh together, and wilbur doesn't even hear, and you don't bother to speak up either. you try your best to zone out, to pull those voices out of your mind and crush them, but they seem to consume you.

"everyone knows he's probably just a gold digger. someone like him can only be a gold digger."

"wilbur's too old for him anyways. we all know wil would be happier with someone older."

you lean your head on wilbur's side, whining softly as your brain spins and drowns in fear and anxiety. he doesn't stop his conversation for a bit, not until you grab onto his shirt and tug it slightly. your head is tilted back and your eyes are sad as they look up at him.

he pulls you aside gently, crouching just barely so your eyes are at the same level. he holds your face, kissing your lips once before pulling back to smile at you.

"what's wrong, baby? do you need to leave?" he asks in a gentle tone, you shake your head gently. you know you aren't convincing but if you can be just enough, maybe he'll go back out again. maybe you won't ruin the night.

"no, no, I'm okay. just tired. um.. let's go back? i don't want anyone to be upset." you hold a soft, yet fake, smile on your lips. wilbur frowns, not believing your facade for a second but taking it knowing how stubborn you are. you grab onto his belt loop this time, following him back over into the crowd of fans.

he continues going about interactions, signing things and talking amongst everyone, he takes photos and he hugs people.

you tune yourself out of what he's busy with, not wanting to be bothersome. but as always, you regret that decision.

more people start talking about you.

it's driving you crazy.

"such a pitiful guy, his boyfriend protecting him- Jesus, wilbur deserves someone better."

tears start to prick at your eyes due to the words thrown at you. you bite your lip and let go of wils jeans, walking away and wiping tears from your cheeks with your sleeve.

you hear more comments, most are seemingly happy about your absence and you don't get a cool breath until you're back inside the venue. you decide packing up would be your best bet, putting away what wilbur brought. his laptop and charger, a book and guitar picks. you pack everything you can, letting sobs rip through your chest as tears pour down your cheeks. you're a mess and you feel it. you aren't even sure if wilbur had noticed your absence but you sort of hope he didn't. you didn't want to steal him from everyone anyways.

a few minutes pass of frantic packing and burning tears before footsteps are heard. wilbur opens the door to the green room gently, walking over to you and pulling you into his arms. he's silent, not a word needs to be spoken for you to know how okay it is. you let it out, crying into his chest as sobs ripple out and you grasp at his shirt. he rubs your back with one hand while the other pets your hair. he kisses the top of your head, shushing you sweetly.

"shh.. shh, baby it's okay. I'm here? okay, I'm here." he mumbles between kisses to your head. his fingers rub and press on your back to help ground you. eventually you're able to catch your breath, voice still shakey but at least you aren't crying. the tears have been shed and all that's left is a broken voice and stains of sorrow on your cheeks.

he holds your face, rubbing away the tear stains with his thumbs. you sigh, holding his wrists with your hands, rubbing the inside with your thumbs.

"what happened?" he asks again and you want to brush it off, but instead you spill. you tell him of all the horrible things you've seen and heard, how you feel like the only one that experiences it. you ask why you're so hated, and he doesn't have the answer. he can only see the beauty in you, he sees no reason for one to hate you or even dislike you one bit. he nods and sighs, kissing your forehead before pulling you into his lap and placing soft kisses to your neck and jaw.

"you're okay now, baby. I'm here, I won't let anyone hurt you. i promise, none of those things are true and I promise I love you, and I love you for who you are." he smiles, watching your eyes sparkle with an admiration at his words. you feel the sobs build up in your throat and you want to cry again, to sob hysterically just by hearing such sweet words.

"i mean how can someone be a gold digger if they insist on helping pay bills on an apartment they're not even on the lease for?" he chuckles, kissing your forehead as you find giggles escaping you instead at his silly words. it's true, if anything you're farther from a gold digger than anything, "they don't know you, hun, so don't let them get to you."

he kisses your forehead one more time, before pulling back and letting you tuck into his lap for a few minutes rest. he lets you lay there, rubbing your back until he has to pick you up. he does so, and you both begin to pack the van up, ready to go home as soon as possible.

he stops you by the back door, holding your hand and looking down at you, "home, my tardis?"

"home, doctor," you smile up at him and he kisses you once, twice, three times before hurrying you both to the van. he helps you in first, buckling you in before he slides in next to you.

"what was that for?" you inquire gently, his hand reaching out to you, insisting you wrap your hand around his finger and you do so, but keep your gaze on him in order to keep his attention.

"I wanted to show extra care, that's all."

you nod softly in agreement, resting your head against his shoulder as he sighs.

"g'night, baby," he kisses your temple with a sweet smile.

"goodnight, daddy.." you smile to yourself as sleep takes over and you finally feel a blanket of peace over you.

it wasn't the best experience, but at least you had wilbur along the way.

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[samiwife]

Halloween Party 𓆩♡𓆪 (Gerard Way x Reader)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

A/N: This is part 3 of the request. Again this following fanfic is going to be smut. So hopefully you like this last part. <3 Thank you so much for reading <3

TW: Pet names, oral sex, rough, and cussing

(Reader discretion is advised)

Halloween was coming up and you had no plans for that day. Your roommates were excited about a party that another friend of theirs was throwing. They begged you to come along. You accepted for the reason of beer and having something sexy to wear. You had a week to think of a costume before the party. You already had the idea in mind, you were going as an angel. You had a white dress and white heels. You just needed the halo to finish it. Which was easy to find since it was easy to find online. Finally, Halloween came around and you got all dressed up. Your roommates drove you to the party and you walked in. Music was blaring and alcohol was everywhere. One of your friends at the party tossed you a beer and you quickly drank. You only had one beer and you already felt loose.

You danced and drank more. While you danced, you accidentally stepped on someone's foot. You quickly turned around and apologized. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" You asked frantically. The guy you stepped on was tall, had dark hair, wore red eyeshadow, and was dressed like the devil. He looked so beautiful and pretty. You couldn't make up words to describe him. "It's okay, you didn't mean to, angel." He said. You stammered and blushed. Angel? Damn, that's hot. "H-haha, I see what you did there devil man," you said jokingly while hitting the side of his arm. "I'm Gerard and you are?" He said while looking you up and down. You gulped and blushed. "I'm Y/N and surprisingly not angel." You said with a smile while leaning over to him. Gerard smiles and grabs your hand.

"Well Y/N why don't we go somewhere private?" Gerard said while leading you upstairs. "Okay sure, the devil is being a little flirty." You said with a chuckle. Gerard looks back and smiles wider. "Says you, you're being a little naughty for an angel," Gerard said with a wink. You and Gerard ran to a random room where nobody was there. It was just a small bedroom. Gerard closes the door and locks it. You didn't know whose room this was or cared. You just wanted to kiss Gerard or maybe do more with him. The alcohol was really making you horny and you wanted to take care of that with Gerard. You tucked Gerard's necktie around his neck. Gerard chuckles and wraps his arms around your waist. "Angel, you want me this bad?" Gerard said in your ear, chills shot down your spine as he whispered in your ear.

"Yes sir, I want you." You said under your breath. Gerard smirks and lifts up your chin to make you look at him in his eyes. "What was that? I didn't hear you." Gerard says lowly. You gasp quietly and gulp. "I want you, sir, I want you so much." You said loudly enough to make him hear you. Gerard smirks wider and gently pushes you down to your knees. "Is that so angel? Beg for it." Gerard said lowly. You chuckled, put your hands on your knees, and looked up at him. "I want your pretty cock in my mouth sir, please let me taste you." You said in a whiney tone. Gerard looks down at you begins to unzip his pants and slides them down.

Exposing his large member, you gasped at the size. You wrap your finger around him and start to move up and down. Gerard moans quietly and looks down at you. "God angel you're so pretty when you're doing that," Gerard groans. You smile and lean closer towards him. You lick his tip and begin to swish your tongue around him. Gerard's mouth swung open and moans escaped his lips. "Just like that princess, you're doing so good." Gerard moans out. Gerard grabs a fist of your hair causing you to moan.

Gerard smirks at your moans and you begin to bob your head. Gerard arches his back from you bobbing. "Agh fuck, I'm going to come baby." Gerard moans. You slide your lips off causing a loud pop and look up. "Then come for me, my little devil man." You said while jerking him up and down. Gerard blushes at your pet name for him. After a few minutes of jerking, you open your mouth slightly to catch his release. Gerard comes, his release lands in your mouth and you lick your lips. Gerard smiles and wipes the remaining come off your lips. "You're such a good little angel for me, I'll clean you up," Gerard said while running his thumb over your plump red lips. You smile and get up and kiss him. Gerard smirks and takes your hand to the bathroom.

[kidstemplatte]

Hey! How are you? So as halloween is very close I just can't stop thinking how would dad!terzo be with his daughter during halloween time during the years, like since she was a little kid until she is now a teenager. Just some thoughts that were in my mind. Sorry for my english it's not my first language. Have a lovely day or night.

dad! terzo on halloween 🎃 🦇🕸️

hi! i’m doing well, thank you for asking! and there’s no need to apologize, your english is great! thank you so much for the request, here are some dad! terzo halloween headcanons! please enjoy! ❦

-the clergy takes halloween very seriously

-terzo makes sure the entire building is decorated for halloween even if his brothers deem it “unprofessional”

^they secretly love it though m

-they throw a halloween party every year

-of course after violetta is born it’s a little less alcohol-oriented haha that’s for the after party

-the great thing about having a baby is that you can dress them up as whatever you want on halloween and it’s adorable.

-on violetta’s first halloween she was a baby bat🥺🦇 (her nickname)

-and of course everyone thinks it’s the most precious thing EVER. (because it is.)

-when she is old enough to make her own choices, the first thing she wants to be is “papa!” which nearly makes terzo cry.

-so he does her makeup and one of the sisters makes her a custom robe and everything.

-he even lets her be “papa” for the day at the clergy and it’s so cute 😭

-violetta has a little brother🤭 so of course y’all do the addams family one year, it’s perfect.

-terzo takes them trick or treating every year ofc and always reminds them to use their manners

“now, what do we say?”

“grazie!” they say in unison

-every year during the halloween season terzo drives them through different neighborhoods and they rate the houses’ halloween decorations

-terzo doesn’t like jack o lantern carving (he doesn’t like getting his hands dirty😭) but does it every year because it makes the kids laugh because i headcanon this man cannot draw at all so his pumpkins look silly😭

-lets the kids keep the candy they have from trick or treating as long as they don’t tell mom LMAO

-one halloween when she is a little older, she begs terzo to let her watch a scary movie with him on halloween because he watches them late at night all the time and she wants to be like him.

-he warns her over and over again that she will regret it, but alas, he cannot resist his little star.

-she regrets it. 💀

-terzo ends up having to sit by her bed until she falls asleep, reassuring her that there is nobody hiding in the closet or under the bed. and that if there is, he will annihilate them.

-eventually violetta grows to enjoy scary movies and they have a tradition of having a scary movie marathon together every year.

-when violetta is older, in her teens, i can see her doing really cool costumes like a female edward scissorhands or elvira

-violetta likes doing makeup so eventually the tables turn and she ends up doing his makeup for halloween later on as opposed to when he did hers 🥺

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i’m so excited for the halloween season!!! i hope you enjoyed this!! please know if you’ve sent me a request i WILL get to it and i’m working on it atm!

♡, alice

[originemesis]

hc musings - character dive ; //

Judging from season 1, I think it's safe to assume Adam does not like be without his helmet/mask. Sure, he's dressed up for his meetings/in court/for the final battle, which is just about everywhere he pops up in the season. However, he's also briefly shown just hanging out with Lute in heaven and he's still in uniform while she isn't. This is likely their down time, and yet he's still lugging around his massive robes, fully decked out for battle like it could happen anytime when clearly they're in heaven and it can't. So why is this?

Well, when the mask actually comes off (it's forced off and smashed apart just to get to that point), Adam is just 'some dude' under the menacing, manic act he's been putting on the whole time. An act as in when he crawls out of the hole without his safeguard face, he literally just has a melt down in front of everyone where his previous 'cunty charm' and 'idgaf' attitude are gone in place of some caught on the spot, seething human looking dirt bag who's only 'gotcha' is to call the group that's put an end to his reign of terror 'losers'. Just losers (baby ~). If he's not insecure with what he is under that mask (and how could he not be when not one, but two people who were literally created to be his perfect match dumped his ass? Oof.), then he absolutely has an inferiority complex of sorts and its in his 'break-down' moment on screen where it's on full display without the glowing grin and the horns.

To scratch further at that thought- imagine how Adam, the first human/man was essentially created in God's image. He was created to be perfect by heaven's definition, and though he didn't stay that way, he got a taste for what that felt like. Literally anything he does after that point when Eve and him have to leave Eden is (unironically) 'mid' or worse.

HC wise (out of my own musings so don't mind the canon divergence here since s2 is likely uhh...twitterjokes2027-) I'm leaning into the idea that the first two human souls are weighty in the sense that they can't both be in the same after life or it'll upset whatever balance there is between heaven and hell. So at the time of their deaths, it was decided that heaven wanted Adam and so hell would have Eve by default (also she was the one they blamed most- typical fandoms @ female characters amiriteeee). This means Adam who knows he's not perfect anymore, hasn't felt so in a long time- goes to a plane of existence that exudes perfection. They have 'the brightest, the polite-est of the lot and everyone is hot'. And then there he is- just some dude who is none of those things (hates math, innately rude, and well...'just some guy' isn't exactly heaven-scale hot guyyys).

This cumulation of always realizing nothing he does is good enough (because he knows this) and yet being treated like it is because he just happened to be first leads Adam to a state that even Lucifer comments on in their battle in the form of 'oh haha, you really let yourself go-'. Which I take to mean in the sense Adam is up in heaven, holding zoom-style holographic meetings while he probably barely even leaves his room (and never without his gear on), neglecting the 'womanly' deemed things like cooking and taking care of himself, gaining struggle weight for it all, and worst of all...he's in heaven and he's essentially in a depressed state (that let's be real he'd say doesn't exist like the dwightyouignorantslut he is) and that is plastered all over his real face in the form of baggy under eyes and that gross chin stubble he got going on too. And since heaven is full of happy, not depressed- never have a hard day, and HOT people, he essentially stays covered 24/7 in public because people would definitely question why he's there and heaven really doesn't need more people questioning decisions that'll create more Lucifers.

While wearing the mask he's like a kid that won't take his Halloween costume off because it makes him feel cool, and he does get a lot more animated and forgetful of his true insides. He's almost like a school mascot in a way, using his 'angelsona' to amplify his attention-grabbing antics. Take it away and he's very likely much more identical to Lucifer in terms of the whole 'take THAT, depression!' bit. Except for Adam that just translates to him being far less animated, grumpy, electric-guitar to acoustic pipeline, passively aggressive and likely tired, being the source of all humanity and all (man needs to be sucking down that G-fuel hourly).

Additionally: Angeldust and Adam would have the same theme of 'putting on an act' (or in Adam's case- putting on a show) and not letting the real person behind the façade show through. (Though in Angel's case it's for his own protection. In Adam's case it's because man can't cope with his insecurity.) And how Husk sees through Angel's bullshit, Lute does the same with Adam.

Adam's helmet glitched out the same way that Vox's did, so it could very well be a hint that Vox and Adam may have something to do with antagonism in the next season. If Adam came back w/o his mask and this all was applicable ofc, he would definitely team up with or make a deal with Vox in order to get him to fix the helmet (assuming he can based on the idea he might know how it works when put back together since his own tv face has been shown to glitch out like Adam's did) since it would be a necessary competent to bring back the actual 'Adam' he's become after living in discomfort with the one he became after experiencing real perfection.

[ur-blxxdy-valentine]

Same! It's so fun. I just wish I was able to get blood-shot bruises. I was born watching that movie practically aorbaorjsor I loved it. I actually begged my mom to watch it and she never rejected because she loves it too. The only part that scared me as a kid was when Jerry and Denise was being lowered into the hole and under the ground. That part creeped me out, only when the lightning was blue because for some reason I absolutely loved the part with Dr Satan doing a surgery on Jerry and Earl coming out with the ax and tryna murder Denise 😭 omfg I love Law and Order. Mainly SVU tho. House Of 1000 Corpses is my comfort movie 🫶🏻 the entire Firefly Trilogy to be honest. You should definitely watch The Devil's Rejects and 3 From Hell next. They're the second and third movies! There's this one scene with Otis in The Devil's Rejects that I absolutely love 🤤 Baby is a kick ass girl. She's a bad bitch! Speaking of which, me and my mom might be going as Baby & Momma Firefly for Halloween this year 😆 and thanks haha, how did you sleep if you have yet.

— ❤️‍🔥

what!! i didn’t know there was more to the series ! i’ll add them to my list :0 I think i watched every Law and Order episode/series/whatever the fuck at this point 😭 and a baby and momma costume is so cute ahhhh im jealous !! i slept pretty alright, i have a hard time sleeping in so i woke up like a few hours later </3

[zentloper-xmas]

Season’s Greetings! I’m writing to you in a frantic state because right now it feels like I have 17 million things on my to-do list and, like the Lernaean Hydra, every time I knock one off it, two more appear in its place! @0@

I guess that begs the question: What have we been up to this past year? Well, besides a beach trip to Corpus Christi, Ren Faire in Bastrop, hike in Dripping Springs, backpacking trip to Lost Maples, enjoying time with my brother’s family and Neil’s parents over Easter, marching on the Capitol for Trans rights, Furry convention in Houston, kayaking the river in Austin, video game convention in Austin, another beach trip to Galveston, seeing the botanical gardens in San Antonio, a visit to Knott’s Scary Farm in Anaheim (CA), another camping trip in Cameron, running our spooky garage walkthrough for Halloween, another Furry convention in San Antonio during the solar eclipse, visiting Neil’s sister and her newborn in Black Hawk (CO), another Ren Faire in Houston, and loads and loads of karaoke/dancing.

The lattermost of those is informed by the fact that we found ourselves a nice little social group based in the Austin/Central Texas area that hosts numerous fun get-togethers several times a month. In fact, the kayaking you see on the enclosed photo was one of said events! It’s an LGBTQ+ group, and I don’t think we’ve ever felt quite as “at home” in Texas as we find ourselves now. Amazing what a sense of belonging will do for a person! And for a couple. In a lot of ways, the events feel like “date nights,” especially when we dress up for the occasion. We’ve become a lot closer emotionally as a result, which has been simply wonderful. <3

Another wonderful thing Neil and I have been doing is book clubbing! We’ve been reading books on various topics that interest us a chapter at a time, taking notes and convening in the evenings to discuss and share our thoughts. We’re both pretty intellectually curious individuals, and it’s additionally illuminating to explore one anothers’ viewpoints and perspectives on the topics. In particular we’ve found our noses in a lot of LGBTQ+ and adjacent books. (I hope you won’t mind if I recommend a couple at the end of this letter!)

I’ve been getting big into advocacy this year. I’m a founding member of the DEI (Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion) Group at my work, and monthly I contribute an article to the Employee Newsletter. If you haven’t gotten enough of my prattling on with this letter, feel free to give them a read:

https://www.linkedin.com/in/rick-zentler-529005147/recent-activity/articles/ Mostly they highlight important LGBTQ+ holidays and their importance to the community, to help raise awareness about marginalized and/or misunderstood groups.

I’ve gotten to get up on stage and give speeches at a couple LGBTQ+ pageants, which are judged also on an interview, costuming, and a performance (guess which of those is my fave, haha). In November I was selected as the winner! How cool is that? I’m hoping to do a lot more educational talks/panels/workshops in 2024 now that I’m an official Titleholder for Central Texas. It’s exciting to not only share my passion with others, but to be recognized for my efforts.

When we last left our intrepid heroes, they were attempting to line up surrogacy. We jointly agreed to press the pause button on that, as Neil decided to “return to school” to get his degree– quotes there because it’s all virtual and paid for by his employer! Definite win! It’s a bit of a juggling act for him to be working full-time and schooling part-time though, plus our new social commitments and time dedicated to one another… adding a newborn on top of that did not seem like the wisest plan. We’ll reassess in a couple years’ time once his degree is complete. The hope is that it will open some doors for him professionally, since well, babies are expensive (especially when you have to “rent a uterus,” LOL).

I think that just about wraps up what’s been going on on our end. Now to get wrapping presents!

We hope this year has brought you as much joy as it has us!

Rick & Neil

Book Recs:

Ace: What Asexuality Reveals about Desire, Society, and the Meaning of Sex by Angela Chen

Delusions of Gender: How Our Minds, Society, and Neurosexism Create Difference by Cordelia Fine

[yes-feratu]

i really love that one hotama doujin where alfred sikes arthur out on kissing him and hes like "who the fuck would ever kiss you loser" and then it cuts to him jerking it at home to hundreds of pictures of arthur taped to his walls and saying that he just doesnt know how to talk abt his feelings irl bc tbh I think thats the most canon interpretation of Alfred F Jones and its insane and I love it

[sparklingsin]

THE STRANGER THINGS SPOOKINKTOBER WRITING CHALLENGE!

calling all stranger things writers! i am a hosting a spookinktober (a combination of spooktober and kinktober) writing challenge for the older stranger things characters!

note: you must be 18+ to enter this challenge!

how it works

reblog this post! (sorry but better reach)

send me an ask with any prompts from the list below and a character you want to write for. you can choose how many ever prompts you like in whatever combination (e.g. one from the spooky prompts and two from kinky or only one from kinky etc.)

prompts are not tied to a person, but picking unique, unchosen prompts is encouraged. (prompts that are being used by one or more people will have an ☆ against them)

each ask counts as one fic and you can send as many asks as you like!

there is no restriction on the type of fic (fluff/smut/angst/anything)

it can be a blurb, a one shot, a series, a 23k word fic, but it has to be a reader insert!

tag me and/or use the hashtag #strangertober when posting. (also please mention what your prompts are in the fic, or link to your ask if possible) posting starts on 1st of october and the soft deadline is 31st october, of course, which is when i will be organising the fics into a giant masterlist! you can continue posting after but please try to post it asap since it is an october related challenge!

and that's it! please send me an ask/dm me any questions you may have.

happy writing! 🎃👄

prompts below the cut:

SPOOKY PROMPTS: (this is a combination of sentence starters, settings and random words you can use in the fics)

There was a howling in the distance, but it was coming closer and closer. Now, it was too late to run. ☆

"This is bad. This is very very bad." ☆

"I bet you won't manage to scare me tonight!"☆

"Haha, look! This pumpkin looks just like you!"

“Would you stop stuffing your face with candy for one moment and listen???”☆

“Well that doesn't sound good. Fucking hell.”

“Does that even count as a costume? Or lingerie?” ☆

Making out in a graveyard can lead to some very unexpected things. ☆

“This isn’t a ghost story. It’s a creature features. It’s really happening, and you’re all in it.”

“We are not doing a couple’s costume.”  ☆

Car doesn’t start

“How do you expect me to sleep after that?”

“Show me your haul.”

Falling, fruit picking, and a rain storm ☆

Playing with Ouija Boards

“You look ridiculous. I love it.”☆

“I dare you to go down there.”

“Is it just me or did it just get really cold in here?”

“You were gone…I watched you disappear.”

“Somebody’s watching us.”

"It is pretty spooky down here and it smells pretty unnatural so… Yeah. Okay. I’m coming back up." ☆

"I’m scared to close my eyes. I’m scared to open them. "

" Whatever you do, don't fall asleep."

“Can you stop breathing down my neck?” “Dude, I’m over here.” ☆

Pumpkin carving, a haunted forest, and oversized sweaters ☆

"You're holding my hand." "I just don't want to get lost in the woods at night." ☆

“Alright, well, it looks like a pit of eternal darkness so…”

Late night, consistent door knocking, and an empty front porch. ☆

"Quick, switch costumes with me." ☆

trick-or-treating shenanigans ☆

graveyard ☆

scary movie night ☆

halloween party ☆

too many shadows

cave at a beach, moonlight ☆

in a dark and deserted side hall of an infamous library ☆

halloween sleepover ☆

trapped in a haunted house

haunted house date ☆

large dog

black cat ☆

pumpkins

clowns ☆

dark clouds, an empty house ☆

three knocks, a child crying

abandoned house ☆

spook decorations

a room full of candles ☆

KINKY PROMPTS: (again, this is a mix of dialogues and specific kinks)

Shower sex ☆

"Be brave for me, baby."

Car sex ☆

" I’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know." ☆

Sixty-nining

"Show me how much you missed me." ☆

Praise kink

“Wanna join?”

Erotic photos

"Want me to serenade you while you strip?" ☆

Nipple play

"Never tease me like that again. "

“Touch me and you lose.” ☆

Breeding kink ☆

"Keep talking shit and I'll show you the other things I can do with that mouth of yours." ☆

"It's hot when you talk back." ☆

Fingering ☆

Cockwarming ☆

"If you think being in public is going to stop me, you're sorely mistaken." ☆

Thigh riding ☆

“I came so hard last night just from a picture of you." ☆

"I've never been this wet before.”

Orgy

"Did i give you permission to come?" ☆

Corruption kink ☆

“I’m hard/wet.” “Sounds like a personal problem.” ☆

Phone sex

Public sex

Semi-public sex

Voyeurism

"Be a good boy/girl and spread your legs."

Edging

"You're mine, and only mine."

Mirror sex ☆

"Please, just touch me."

Squirting

"I missed your hands so much."

Cock worship

"Don't make me stop this car, because I promise you, you'll regret it." ☆

Cosplay/costume

"I've been thinking about your fingers all this time."

Skinny dipping ☆

"Bite your lip one more time and we'll have a serious problem." ☆

Dirty talk

note: you can use other kinks etc ofc (except non/dub-con) but your fic must include atleast ONE of these prompts to be a part of this challenge.

Excited to read what everyone writes! Have fun!

tagging some mutuals for visibility (you don't have to participate but a reblog would help!!&lt;3): @sunshinehollandd @angeloddity @taylorsmylover @royalmaybank @lurkymurker @silkscream @darthkenobii @sophia-busch @magicchai

*sourced these prompts from various tumblrs and google

[slashingdisneypasta]

MultiVillains x Reader || Drabbles

Plot: Dressing up as your villain S/O and their reaction.

Includes: Barbara Kean, Candy Cane and Jane The Killer

Warnings: Nope

"Oh, hello, what's the excuse this time baby? Laundry day?" Barbara's voice alerts you to the fact that you've been caught, making you turn around and meet her as she sizes you up in something stolen from her wardrobe. Smirking, she raises her eyebrows, beautiful blues raking up and down your form. "You were just dying to try my new suit? Cutie, you're just too precious- " She walks over and gathers your hands in hers. "You know you can wear my clothes whenever you want... Honestly… it’s hot."

Barbara Kean:

You laugh, always feeling giddy when she looks at you like this, like you're a three-course meal she can’t wait to take her time devouring you- or ravaging. Encircling her hands in response, you pull her a little bit closer so there's less than a foot between the two of you. "No... its Halloween! This is my costume; I'm you!" You wink.

"Oh, haha," Her hands disconnect from yours and you're nearly disappointed before the tips of her electric blue fingernails trace up your arms until she can cup your cheeks, before inclining her head towards you. "Perfect, your likeness baby… it’s amazing. You're almost as drop... dead... gorgeous." She boops your nose, eyes sparkling as you roll your own and rest your hands on your hips, perturbed. Barbara looks you over again and gives an exasperated sigh, looking slightly perturbed herself- certainly disappointed. "Okay... fine... ugh. Maybe just as.” Her eyes light up again quickly, though, that mischievous and beautiful beam slipping across her face. “Especially with that cute pouty look."

That makes you grin again as you lean forward and peck her on the lips. Then you look down, seeing her silk pyjamas, which she's refused to change out of since the morning; And frown "Where’s your costume? You are dressing up, aren't you?"

"Oh for sure, sweetie pie. You know fashion's my middle name and in a city like this, if you don’t look at least a little sparkly, or leathery, you disappear into the background! And that, just won’t do for me."

"Oh Babs I don’t think you could ever fade into the background, even in grey sweats and a hoodie." For a moment she looks soft, glancing down and smiling to herself. Then she flicks her head back, getting hair out of her baby blues and dragging your body up against hers- hearty with that devilish sparkle she's always had, once again. "Ready to get changed into your costume then??"

"Only if you undress me, bun bun!"

You throw your head back then, laughing. "Oh my gosh, you narcissist!" Barbara just shakes her head, hooking a finger under the waist band of the glittery, blood orange skirt of hers, that you’ve borrowed. "This is totally turning you on, isn't it? Me dressed up as you? Babs!"

She rolls her eyes, tracing the pad of her thumb across the edges of your lapels as you're still overcome with giggles, tilting towards her; Shoulders shaking. "Are you gonna fuck me or not?"

"Oh, totally. Just let me... hah... just let me calm down first... hahaha.... "

“Ta-Daa!” You stand in the doorway to your bedroom, fists on your hips and grinning wildly to Cane sitting cross-legged on your bed, picking through your - once hidden, - candy stash. How she found it, you are curious but oh, not right now. As you stand there, it takes her a full second to disconnect her gaze from the M&M’s for a glance- but then she quickly double takes and glues her eyes on you, and the wait is worth it. Leaning forward, your grin just widens at her. “What d’ya think?” 

Candy Cane:

A delicate beam spreads across her face - and her smile’s always brighten her aura up immediately. You’ve never seen anything as wonderful, - as she sets the little treasure chest aside her lap on the doona. “Oh- you’re me!” She exclaims, clasping her hands together, extending her two pointer fingers after another moment of just staring, and pointing them at you with a wink. “Very clever. You’re the cutest girlfriend ever- Oh, I should dress up as you!” Your stomach is given reprieve of their butterflies at having her staring at you like that - a little bit hungry, a little bit adoring, - when she hops up and pauses with her feet pointed towards your closet; Waiting for your reaction before doing anything.

Immediately, of course, you agree. Beating her to the wardrobe, you throw it open so that you two can start combing through its contents. “Oh, you should!” 

As she excitedly starts searching for the most ‘Y/N’ outfit in your collection, you slowly begin to realise you’ve never seen her anything like any of these clothes... actually, you’ve never seen her in anything apart from this costume you’re both wearing now. You’ve never seen her brother without his, either actually. One eyebrow climbs up your forehead. 

When Cane realises you aren't following her, she pauses and looks back at you quickly- before stopping, straightening and tilting her head at you. “What’s up?” 

“I’m just realising, I’ve never seen you in normal clothes! Just this.” 

“Well, these suit me!” 

“Anything would suit you.” 

She sniggers, looking back at the clothes. There’s a Friday The 13th movie poster t-shirt in her hands, which she rubs her thumbs over. It makes you wonder... you wouldn’t be surprised if she and her brother have been hesitant to try human clothes- or much of anything human-made, actually. As a species, you’re corrupt and you changed them into what they are now... and neither of these twins are stupid, they know that they changed for the worse. They’re just really, really hurt. They were so innocent and untouched, and the human race failed them in the worst possible way. It would make sense if Cane had a grudge against human things. “I know that.” 

But these aren't just ‘human’ things. These are your things. And by the longing way she’s looking at that shirt, the fact that that makes a difference is pretty evident. 

“Come on,” You poke her sides, before delving into the shelves again. “You’ll have to try a buncha stuff before we figure out the perfect outfit! Here- try that shirt and this skirt, and uh... these stockings! Here. Go change in the bathroom. I’ll pick out another outfit for you!” 

She glances from the shirt, startled, then to you holding out the skirt and the teal stockings. “O- Okay!” She cautiously agrees, taking the offered clothes before hesitating for another moment- then turning around and rushing into the bathroom. 

“Uhh… Jane… I’m not sure this suits me like you… “You flush, looking at yourself in the mirror, calling out to her as she waits outside your room. Truthfully, you do like the dress on you. It’s just very different to anything you usually wear… and you’re not sure how to feel about it. It’s weird!

Jane The Killer:

“Nonsense!” She scoffs, barging right in to see and, immediately, a big grin slips across her black lips. This dress clings to your shape and she is living for the chance to see you in it. “Hmm, yep… I was right.”

Hiding your face as soon as her eyes sweep up your form in that satisfied way, you cry out an embarrassed ‘Janee!’, making her laugh and come forward towards you. She’s wearing a pair of your sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt- and makes it look elegant, somehow. How does this girl even qualify you to be able to talk to her. “How do I even wear this… “

“Oh, I dunno, I think you’re doing it pretty well.” She smirks, propping her arms atop your hips, linking her fingers together behind you and keeping you close to her. Acting more confident than you feel, you manage to take your hands away from your face, and pout at her. It makes her grin wider. “Sweetheart, you are just way too cute.”

You just set her with a perturbed look in response, to which she giggles, shakes her head and just returns to boldly staring at your figure- unabashed and not at all worried about how flustered you’re getting. It’s such a treat for her poor eyes, that are so tired from seeing all the pain Jeffry Fucking Woods leaves in his wake… and she’s having such a good time enjoying it.

Just standing there letting her takes all your strength, though.

After a few moments she pulls back thankfully and retrieves a black lipstick from her pocket, plucking the lid off and leaning towards your face. “Lippie?” She always gets like this when she’s teetering towards the edge of too-much emotion. Starts to use one word instead of sentences, to make it easier to sound perky and collected, and you let her. Of course. Why would you push?

Nodding, you try not to grin as Jane holds your chin in one hand and carefully, professionally spreads her trademark black lipstick across your upper and bottom lips. Then she starts filling in places she missed and using her nail to neaten it up- she doesn’t hit your teeth once. It’s kind of hypnotising and relaxing, so when she pulls away again, recaps her makeup and puts it back away in her pocket, your eyes slip closed as she appreciates the new look. “So pretty.” She breathes, hands on your hips.

She then sighs, after a second, and brings you in close again, tilting her head. There’s a soft look on her face that you find just adorable and precious and makes you warm on the inside, relaxing you even further. “Cuddles?” She asks, taking your hands in hers and angling herself towards the bed. You nod immediately, eager to hide under the covers- and better yet- snuggle with your unbelievable girlfriend. 

[nightcolorz]

Poorly describing my versions of the Gotham rogues:

Joker: “yolo” in its most dangerous form, def is writing a slow burn enemies to loves fic about him and Batman. Gay and homophobic 💯 The other rogues don’t invite him to pride celebrations anymore cause he’ll keep calling people slurs “as a joke”. Him and Edward have longterm beef, like schoolgirl levels of petty drama.

Harley Quinn: would describe herself as a “girlboss” unironically while committing heinous crimes. tweeted “clowns aren’t funny” after breaking up with Joker (ended up causing a huge scandal). The OG “I can fix him” girl. Is sort of the rogues free underground therapist (god knows they need it) cause they can’t get professional help without being sent to Arkham.

Poison Ivy: Breaking News: Cottagecore lesbian commits mass murder cause her plant wilted. She’s what republicans think environmentalists are. Would get in a fist fight with that vegan teacher cause “plants have feelings too”. Has beef with most of the male rogues, supports ‘kill all men’ without realizing it’s a joke (she prefers ‘kill all humans’ but figured she had to downgrade because the Gotham city sirens are humans technically).

Cat Woman: “OH NO! It appears I’ve gotten stuck backwards in the bank vault step-Bat 😏😏😏😏😏😏, looks like I’m not stealing any more diamonds today 😰😩”. Mad respect for Selina, she just wants diamonds and bat dick, no tragic backstory or complex motivations needed. I personally like to headcanon her as wearing a straight up cat costume (ears and a tail like a true furry) cause it’s way funnier to imagine a sophisticated rich woman dressing up as a cat to steal shit than whatever bullshit DCs up to these days. Trans catgirl supremacy 💎👍

Scarecrow: That one guy who gets angry at people because “Halloween costumes are meant to be scary 🤬😡😑😒”. Doesn’t even attempt to express emotions, is the human embodiement of this emoji: 😐. His presence is more jarring than threatening, his intimidation levels are somehow underwhelming and overwhelming at the same time. The other rogues have collectively decided that he’s asexual under no assumption other than that they don’t want to imagine Jonathan having sex. Overtime Jonathan has become basically fearless (he smokes his own fear gas like vape just to feel something). Jonathan and Harley became good friends when they both worked in Arkham, their dynamic is surprisingly wholesome.

The Riddler: Didn’t get hugged enough as a child and is now making it everyone’s problem. Would hold a bank hostage to show Batman his third grade spelling bee medal. Is the only autistic rogue that gets accommodations in Arkham because he won’t stop bugging the guards. FTM trans ofc (his names Edward Nygma for Christ's sake). He ran away from home at seventeen and faked his own death (his deadname is legally dead lmao). Uses the terms “alpha, beta, and omega male” unironically.

Two Face: “Yeah, I mean, I didn’t wanna blow up the orphanage either, but Y’know the coin said-” The other rogues talk to Harvey as if he’s constantly at his breaking point, which is half true. Harv is a stone cold mf, he’s the rock that’s holding Two Face together tbh. Edward calls Harvey and Harv Jekyll and Hyde cause he’s that original. All the rogues have at least a sneaking suspicion that Bruce Wayne is batman and use Harvey as their little primary source (being ex besties and everything), until they find out Selina and Bruce are a thing of course. No matter how much evidence he’s faced with Harvey will never accept Bruce Wayne is batmam, he’s not ready to consider that one of the only positive people in his life has been duking it out with him this whole time.

Penguin: He’s the rest of the rogues chill gay gangster uncle I don’t make the rules. The iceberg lounge is like the Batman villain equivalent of The Central Perk from friends (aka: its their default place to hangout). Oswald always makes a fuss about them not making reservations ahead of them but at this point it’s just performative. Everyone’s 99% sure Oswald and Edward fucked at some point (Edward always makes a show of flustering Oswald when he needs a loan). Ossie always takes care of the others belongings when they’re in Arkham (he has a special place in his heart for Jonathan‘s crows).

The Mad Hatter: I love Jervis lmao he just really likes Alice in Wonderland and that’s a valid ass villain motivation 👍. One of the smartest rogues but doesn’t get enough credit because of how childish he is. He dresses in kids clothes, not just because he wants to but because he’s small af and can’t fit in shit. In public while the rogues are undercover Jervis usually wears a beanie or a baseball cap (he’d get spotted instantly if he wore his usual, but on bad days Jervis can’t bear to be without a hat). Jonathan and Jervis play chess a lot together in Arkham, and frequently engage in intellectual discussion, Edward tends to be a piss baby when Jon encourages him to do the same, he’s not ready to accept the reality that Jervis can match his intelligence.

Killer Croc: Waylon has a surprising amount in common with Jonathan, they share southern solidarity. He doesn’t travel out of the sewer often so the rogues will occasionally come to visit Waylon there (Edward always makes sure to complain loudly about the smell). Will show immense affection and loyalty to anyone who treats him as human (poor guy just needs a friend ☹️).

Mr Freeze: Literally just dead inside, someone give this poor bastard a hug. Victor stands as the most awkward rogue, he‘s sorta like the odd one out. The other rogues don’t interact with him that often because he’s sort of a party pooper. He’s the straight friend on thin ice, haha get it. Mr Freeze is my sisters favorite Batman villain because she thought the ice puns were funny in Batman in Robin, little does she know I’m embarrassing myself on tumblr in her glory.

Music Meister: So many of the Gotham rogues have horrible childhood trauma and Music Meister is just like “people bullied me for being a theater kid 😩😭💔😔”. In all honesty he’s iconic, in my au universe thingy I have him join the dork squad latter on and he sticks out like a sore thumb for a bit. I feel like him and Jervis would really hit it off though (mind control buddies, ha), although Jervis would always get him to sing Alice in Wonderland songs. In Arkham they have him wear a dog collar thingy and zap him when he sings, he gets bullied for that lol. anyways I’m sure I could make more of these, but it’s 2:20 am and my mind went blank. If y’all liked this I could always put more au headcanons out (I have A LOT)

[simmonsized]

Mmmm, okay I’ve decided to bug you again. This time it’s for your Bro Strider hcs, it can be as random as you want them to be. Shoot ‘em at me bro!

(Side comment: Mom lalonde’s lack of cooking skills in TRaG kills me every time. I love her <333)

haha you're not bugging me! it's been really fun! this time I will not go on a crazy in-depth rant, because my actual deep dive on Bro Strider's personality, past, and like, general state of being would be embarrassingly long and i refuse to face the mortifying ordeal of being known THAT well like u know, half a million words of nonsense already out there and what have u

BUT i can give u some sillies and they are just. RnG specific, for fun also! (fun for me lol) For canon Bro it's a little too hard bc like.... lmfao the man has no speaking lines, so i'm extrapolating from a 2-D sprite of a version of a guy raised by a demon puppet. Whatever that says about me.

Bro (and D) are both missing a molar on the upper right side, towards the back

Bro got his truck when he was 22, before that, he would carry Dave around on the bus lol

He (like Dirk) doesn't like the crusts on his pizza, but started eating them as the parent of a picky toddler, and I guess never broke that habit, he is a parent down at the center of himself, even if he wouldn't admit it

I headcanon all the Striders as having pretty severe ADHD, just well. Because lol

He has a bunch of the same shirts and shoes because they're "efficient" not because he particularly liked any of them, and I don't think he could be considered particularly fashionable, even if popped collars were, indeed, a thing in 2009

He gets freckles in the sun, which I think he usually manages to avoid with his silly little hat

He's left handed but that's not really a headcanon so much as canon bc hussie is left handed and tends to draw all of them holding swords in their left unless the sprite is flipped haha!

Big Ol' Crush on Jake Harley when he was a kid. Compounded with time and bitterness made for a pretty fraught relationship lol

Bro (obviously) loved Jim Henson as a kid

Hand in hand with that, he's super good at voice impressions, to the point where it's more uncanny and haunting than just like, a little silly

He worked under the table at a car garage after moving into the apartment by himself, and yeah! c:

He was a little ?????? in between 18 and 20, so he started going to college, but dropped out because Dave showed up

Also I headcanon that the kids dropped on Mom and Bro's 20th birthday, due in part to my (regretful) knowledge of the Skaianet files which I don't know if anyone remembers that but like, it mentions grandpa harley picking mom and bro up in 1975

I also have a formula for figuring out the alpha guardians age which is insane but i'm right about it

Bro used to DJ (i mean he has mixing equipment but we all know the smuppets are where the money is at) but Dave was getting too old to leave alone in the car (yes he fucking left his baby in the car don't tell me he wouldn't i know him) so he had to stop

He broke his arm when he was 12 (he fell down the stairs lol)

Bro is afraid of airplanes because he doesn't like being out of control, there's nothing to do, and there are no feasible exits from said plane

He didn't start smoking until he got Dave (unrelated to Cal, but I do think that Cal's influence grew and built over time, and possibly was even more extreme because of Dave's presence, so who knows where he'd be without it)

also neither he nor Mom really know how to cook, Bro a little more than Mom because she spent most of her time drinking and pretending to be a parent without putting the work in and Bro has been on his own basically since teenhood

He and Dave have been to Disneyworld (they got kicked out)

He was really into phreaking payphones as a teenager (lookin at u geometrician)

His first Halloween costume was Sam the Eagle

:)

[fandomfluffandfuck]

I have a Halloween challenge for you:

Please bless us all with your thoughts on what awful, cringey, bad pun etc. type couples costume your main ships would wear together? (Including who wears what part would be delightful too but not totally necessary!)

🖤👻🎃💀

Ashhhh, my favorite person ever <3 Hello!

1000% no questions asked, canon Steve and Bucky are going as each other. Steve will be a little traumatized when Bucky somehow comes up with his Actual athentic WS mask and puts it on him but he gets over it the second it makes Bucky laugh rather than have a panic attack or cry or something horrible like that and just says he looks dumb and squished with it on instead. And Bucky, Bucky will be laughing a lot that night because he either a) stole the original stage Captain America uniform from the exhibit at the Smithsonian or b) found a criminally good dupe for it somewhere and Steve doesn't actually know which. Idea b is more promising though because he's not quite sure Bucky would fit into that costume with how Big he is now. Serumed up and a bit chunkier than he was even in Romania. Bucky's laughter gets even better worse when Sam sees them and clicks his tongue, looking at the silver, body safe paint on Steve's exposed arm. Turning tail only to come back with two rolls of aluminum foil and wordlessly begin wrapping him up.

gif credit to @/stephrc79

Shrinkyclinks Stucky easy, simple, fantastic: Steve will be lil Bob Ross and Bucky will be his bear, sorry I meant squirrel friend with a canvas hanging around his neck, down over his chest.

Shrunkyclunks... oh shrunkyclunks, Steve's little baby could bat his eyelashes at Steve or sass him a little and Steve will Bend. To. His. Every. Whim. So, Steve ends up in a somewhat slutty cut, horrible version of his Cap suit while Bucky hangs- literally hangs, because Steve's that strong, off of his arm in one of the chorus girls outfits. Complete with pumps, stockings, and panties. They don't make it to the private party at Stark Tower.

I'm including alpha Bucky and omega Steve because even though I don't write them often enough to have a particular world for them... I CANNOT get the idea of big, pretty omega Steve in a cheerleading costume out of my head. Like. Short but high waisted skirt. Crop top. Maybe a bow in his hair, no wig though, just a pretty little bow. Color high on his cheeks all night as he giggles and blushes his way through every interaction. Any time they sit down Bucky, dressed as a star quarterback, pulls the blonde to sit in his lap or sit with his legs over his lap.

Can you tell I have a bit of a fixation with that? ^ CE in pink, in drag... I just- I'm damned with the bisexuality and he too pretty.

gif credit: tenor.com

I think Chris and Seb would go as something silly that ends up being romantic and real simply because you can really tell they actually, genuinely love it. They genuinely are in love. They both sang that song from Grease in different interviews so... maybe there's something there? (Idk what exactly though, it's been a long time since I've seen the movie haha.) Some characters from a cherished movie, play, or other form of performing media because they do fucking Love their jobs. Or, or- if they're at a private, friends party where the group is tight knit and they can know for sure that no one will take pictures or say anything... they'd go as Steve and Bucky. Particularly WW2 Steve and Bucky, Chris going as far as to actually shave for the event because their first time meeting and interacting and falling in love will always have a special place in their hearts. And because not shaving and just breaking out the last Cap suit that was Chris' wrap gift felt too easy- even if nomad Steve has a special place in his heart.

Love you Ash

[marvelouspeterparker]

Can ya do like smut like exhibition kink with Tom and mean dom Tom x reader pls 🥺

i made this a halloween blurb––surprise! 

you didn’t really understand the reality of the whole clark kent/superman disguise until tonight. you were wearing a black cat costume, the bodysuit, the wig, the mask and all, and no one seemed to recognize you––which you were grateful for, because halloween was supposed to be a fun night and you didn’t want to spend it worrying about the paparazzi catching and exposing you. 

tom, of course, decided to be spider-man, and he even wore one of his actual suits from the movie––the stealth one to be precise, it just matched more with your costume. and how he managed to convince the studio to let him borrow it? you had no idea. but you weren’t complaining. he looked hot. and so did you.

to be completely honest you weren’t too sure who’s party this was exactly, but you saw a few familiar faces, z, harry and harrison were around somewhere so you weren’t too worried. 

so far you’d been having a great time––it was honestly comical seeing people notice you and make comments that were a little bit ironic. 

“hey dude!” one over enthusiastic guy had shouted over the music when he approached you and tom, “night monkey! haha dope man, super realistic too––” 

tom had squeezed your waist as if to say, if only he knew. but he responded, amused, “haha thanks man, appreciate it!”

you could tell tom was smiling behind the mask, since his goggles were up, you could see his eyes crinkled as he looked at the young man––but that soon changed when he kept talking. his eyes shifted to you and a smirk appeared on his face, “and i mean black cat––” he paused to look you up and down, his eyes lingering a little too long on the exposed skin of your chest. “wow i mean, you are one lucky spider,” he looked back to tom who was now less than amused, his eyes staring dead at him. 

“trust me,” his voice was clipped, “i know,” he pulled you closer to him, his fingers digging into your waist through the skin tight leather. you quickly thanked the man, not wanting to cause a scene since he was clearly drunk, and pulled tom away to get a drink. 

when you settled down with your drinks by the counter, you took a sip and stared at tom sensually over the rim of your cup, deciding to have a little fun––it was halloween after all.

he could see in your eyes that you were planning something and he warned you not to play any games tonight––you could tell he wasn’t going to be nice if you did. so of course you just had to.

just as he pulled his mask back down after downing his drink, you stepped closer to him, practically nuzzling into him like a cat. you slid one hand up behind his neck and lifted your thigh up, making tom grip your leg to steady you. you nuzzled your face into the side of his mask and giggled sinfully, “no need to be mad tommy, you know i’m all yours” you slid a hand down, biting your lip, “but tell me,” you grabbed his bulge, knowing it was sensitive since he decided to go bare tonight, “how you holding up in there?”

you barely heard him growl over the music, before he grabbed your hand and dragged you upstairs to find a vacant room. you could feel your heart racing, the wind blowing past you as he pulled you along. it wasn’t long before he found a room, quickly ushering you inside and locking the door. 

you could see him scanning the room, but what he was looking for, you had no idea. he made his way over to the window and opened the curtains, before pulling his mask off and throwing it aside. you made your way over to him and looked out the window, noticing all the people scattered in the backyard. none of them were paying attention, but if anyone were to look up, you’d be right there, getting your back blown out.

he smirked as he watched you going through all these thoughts––he’d never put you in an uncomfortable situation, he knew you liked this. he wasted no time and pulled the zipper of your costume down, exposing your breasts. he squeezed them, the almost harsh material in comparison to his soft fingertips contrasting on your skin, making your nipples pebble immediately. he tugged them harshly before grabbed your cheeks with one hand, and your throat with the other and you gasped.

“you don’t get to touch,” he completely disregarded your pout, “you don’t even get to look at me.” he turned you around and pushed you against the window. 

“why even lock the door if we’re doing this in front of the window?” you couldn’t help but ask. you felt him come up behind you and whisper in your ear and your breath hitched.

“they can watch me pound this little pussy, and see exactly who you belong to––but there’s no way in hell i’m letting anyone interrupt me while i put you in your place.” 

he slid the material down your arms and pushed it past your ass. you could hear him suck in a breath at the surprise you had for him. 

“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he muttered to himself. you shook your bare ass eagerly for him, teasing him even further. 

“thought you’d be lonely if you were the only one going commando. didn’t wanna let you have all the fun––”

he cut you off with a loud smack on your ass and you whimpered. “always have to be such a fucking tease don’t you?” he wrapped his hand around your throat from behind, “always such a. needy. slut.” 

you felt yourself shiver from his words and before you could even respond, he bent down and spread your cheeks before burying his face in you. you sighed and clutched the window sill for support, pressing your face against the cold glass. tom’s tongue quickly made it’s way through your folds, the wet slurping noises were deafening but you were way too far gone to be embarrassed. he was eagerly licking you up, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he sucked on your clit. 

at first, you were glancing out the window, worrying about whether or not people would see you, but as tom went on, you stopped caring. he was hitting all the right places in all the right ways, going straight to make you cum, instead of taking his time as usual. soon, you were ready to tip over the edge. you whined, gripping the window harder. “m’gonna cum tom––” 

without so much as a warning, he pulled away from you, his hand coming up to smack you once again when you made a sound of protest. luckily for tom, they managed to put a zip in this suit so he easily pulled himself out and immediately thrust himself inside of you. you gasped and within seconds, he was pounding into you, his fingers dug into your waist as he pulled you back to him from the force of his thrusts. 

“f–fuck tommy!”

“yeah that’s right,” he brought a hand around to squeeze at your breast before bringing it back to it’s spot on your waist, “say my name, let everyone know who you belong to.”

you whined and his thrusts got even harder and faster. your fingers were pressed up against the glass as you looked out at everyone, oblivious underneath you both. you were panting so much, you could see the condensation start to form on the window, and tom noticed as well.

“aww is my dumb little kitty being fucked so good she can’t even breathe properly?”

you moaned at his degrading words and you could tell he was smirking at the sight of you. “that’s it, just stay there and get my cock wet. that’s all your good for tonight.” 

he pressed you further into the window so your breasts were pushed up against the glass, and the cold was both refreshing and shocking against your skin, hard nipples pebbled against the glass. the fact that anyone would be able to clearly see you was both embarrassing and exhilarating. 

“christ-–”

you could tell tom was close, “you gonna cum in me baby?”

“you want me to cum in that messy pussy, darling?”

you nodded as best you could with your head against the glass. 

“aww well that’s too bad.” he pulled out, stroking himself slowly to calm himself down. “sluts don’t get what they want.”

before you could complain, he spoke up, and it was probably for the best. “on your knees, come on.” 

you turned around and lowered yourself in front of his cock, the leather bunched around your knees, restricting your movements. you looked up at him and he bit his lip, speeding up his movements. “open up.” 

you licked your lips and opened your mouth eagerly, ready to be good, hoping he’d let you cum. he slid himself into your inviting mouth and groaned at the feeling of how wet and warm you were. 

“can you taste yourself on my cock, darling?” you nodded as best you could around him, “can you taste how much of a slut you are?” you moaned and he chuckled at how desperate you sounded. 

“gonna use this pretty little mouth of yours––” he started thrusting into your mouth slowly as you bobbed your head, “and you’re gonna stay there like the cock hungry whore you are and take it.” 

you were licking, slurping and sucking his cock the way he liked, your hands on your lap, barely even acknowledging the burn you felt in your thighs as they stretched the leather. 

tom put his hands on your cheeks and looked you in the eyes as he got close again, “you gonna swallow all my cum like a good girl?” you hummed and he cursed, closing his eyes as he thrusted into your mouth, his cock throbbing as he shot his load down your throat. “f––fuck, that’s it.” he thrusted slowly a few more times before pulling out and rubbing the tip along your parted lips. “go on,” his eyes were glaring at you, daring you to defy him. 

you looked up at him innocently and swallowed it all, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out to show him and even going so far as to licking a stripe up his cock and sucking the tip until he pulled away. 

“cheeky little thing you are.”

you smirked up at him and he licked his lips, zipping himself back up again.

you didn’t even try to hide your disappointment. “aww what’s wrong?” he pouted, “you didn’t actually think i’d let you cum tonight, did you?”

you opened and closed your mouth a few times, unsure of what to say. 

he brought his thumb to your lips, his hand tilting your jaw up as he leaned down to your level to whisper in your ear. “i told you,” he bit your earlobe before pulling away to look at the desperate look in your eyes. “sluts don’t get what they want.” he tilted his head teasingly, “you know what they do get though?” he paused to look you up and down and you felt yourself shiver under his gaze. “they get punished.” 

he kissed you roughly for a few moments and grabbed his mask off the floor as you tried to catch your breath. he stepped back and crossed his arms. “now get dressed, i’d like to enjoy the rest of the party.” 

[ready-to-obeyme]

[OM!] All Demon Brothers + Undateables as Babysitters (Part 1)

Scenario: For the sake of the exchange program (probably), the entire cast is now in charge of taking care of kids ranging from infants to pre-K children at a daycare with you. Headcanons on what type of babysitter they would be + whatever cute shenanigans that may occur

Note: Baby fever!! Inspiration is the entirety of Gakuen Babysitter/School Babysitter. It is literally the cutest anime I have ever watched in my life and I highly recommend it if you want a cute feels-good, slice of life!! Some of the kids I may have based off of them, but you don’t need to watch it to understand this! :))

why do i always make my headcanons so long

Part 1 has the 7 Demon Brothers

[Part 2] has all five Undateables

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Lucifer

This was probably Diavolo’s idea so he has no choice but to go along with it, much to his dismay

He already thought humans were fragile, and now they were going to take care of the smaller, younger ones? 

His face scares 90% of the kids on his first day as a babysitter, which kind of hinders his job because every time he tries to help them clean up or change diapers, the kids start crying 

The other 10% who are not intimidated by him claim him to be the Big Bad and play fight with him all the time, and considering his attitude, he’s a pretty perfect villain in their make-belief play so he’s won their hearts IMMEDIATELY 

Generally a pretty strict baby-sitter who is listened to without having to repeat himself; his power and authority is unyielding (and also he’s just plain scary even if he doesn’t mean to be, and lowkey he likes the power he has because the kids remind him of Mammon sometimes) 

It’s honestly a big debate whether he should just give up and ask for help or power through, but if he’s just babysitting with you, pleads with you to please help him because he’s so lost and why do they scream so loud and not that he would ever admit to it, but he is a tiny bit hurt that he can’t seem to have the kids trust him

Once he’s told that he should smile more and speak more gently, he implements it with mixed results (at first), but it’s a significant improvement from the first few days

During a moment of rest, he’s sighing when a baby crawls up to him and sits in his lap without warning, and he’s a goner 

Literally has the hardest time trying to train his face not to look so pleased or happy, but his smile is so soft (and he will not hesitate to kill any of his brothers that see him like that, but for you and the undateables, he’ll just be embarrassed) 

Loves infants and how trusting they are of him despite how scary his face may seem sometimes-- the epitome of unconditional love and he’s just… very tender

Probably ends up being the respected babysitter who’s super cool to all the kids but slightly unapproachable (unless you’re a babyyyy) but eventually climbs the ranks in terms of babysitters because he vouches for them if they do need him

Mammon

The kids have decided that he is the biggest kid on the playground and now to assert dominance, they must beat him up

Which is what they do-- or as much as they can with their tiny fists and miniscule strength and the fact that Mammon is a literal demon

You just stare at Mammon as he cries on the ground, whining at how the kids ganged up on him and you’re just like…. They’re literally <4 years old. 

Despite that part, Mammon gets along with all the kids really well!! 

He talks to them as normal and calls them ‘brats’ but they all know he’s soft for them so they kind of take advantage of that? But only a little bit because they don’t like seeing Mammon cry either

You forget who comfort the other more at this point, the kids or Mammon

Mammon is the best person to call for if the kids want to play around because he’s pretty animated himself and goes along with whatever the kids want to do 

You might have to reign them in a little yourself, because you’re not quite sure Mammon really knows what’s actually dangerous for them

“Mammon, please only carry one kid at a time please, you’re scaring me”

“Huh? You know I can carry all four of them on my head--”

“Please”

Suuuper popular with the kids even though he kept complaining about them to anyone who would listen that he had to look over these tiny humans

But the moment any of the kids ask for his help or do something cute, he’s the FIRST one to go and help because ‘you need the GREAT Mammon’s help? Guess you can’t help it after all…” and he just likes the fact that he feels reliable to these kids

He might… actually save money to buy these kids Christmas gifts?? Will maybe cry if they bring little Valentine's Day candies (that their parents probably told them to give but shhh let him dream)

Leviathan

May or may not be hyperventilating as he hypes himself up to go into the daycare and meet the kids

He tried to brush it off to his brothers that they’re just kids and he doesn’t care if they like him or not because it doesn’t matter to him because he’s just an otaku-- but my god he hopes they like him 

Little does he know, the fact he lets them play on his game consoles (whether or not they actually know how to play) wins them over immediately and breaks the ice

They find him super interesting to talk to and he ends up a pretty popular babysitter because he talks to them like adults (yes, even to the babies) 

Catch him giving a bottle to a baby while talking to them in baby-voice (that he adopts not on purpose) about his favorite TSL season 

One of the biggest reasons why the kids love him is because he really listens to them even though their rants and blabbing doesn’t always make sense

When he does talk about his interests (or it slips out, as it does), the kids are genuinely interested in what he has to say and that’s when his mission to convert all of these kids to watching anime and reading manga started

“Reading manga is going to help them develop reading comprehension!!”

Probably brings his entire stash of (kid-friendly) manga-- probably the magical girl anime with Ruri-chan-- and has the kids dig in 

It does have some negative repercussions because kids aren’t exactly good at handling precious material, so things do rip and break and Levi had to excuse himself to go outside and mourn his lost

But the fire of his mission burns brighter than the sadness over what he has lost (besides, he would never bring limited edition/1st edition things outside his room so these things are replaceable) 

If Halloween rolls around, the kids will exclaim that they want to be [insert character] from TSL or another anime and Levi may shed tears of happiness right there and then

Will make it his side quest to make costumes for ALL the kids-- especially if they can’t afford their own and will encourage them to be whatever they want to be!!!

He’s literally leading an army of newly-created weebs/otakus that look up to him in the daycare and the power he has over these kids is so formidable some of his brothers are actually a little jealous HAHA

Satan

Acts casual about the whole thing and is actually casual about it

He hasn’t necessarily spent much time with kids, but he figures he’d be able to do it-- and he’d be right; considering how natural he is with people in general, I doubt kids would be much different, especially if he talks to them like adults and respects their opinions 

Is definitely the type of babysitter some of the kids end up having a little baby crush on, considering how charming and prince-like he can be with his gentle tone of voice 

Not that he’s perfect-- some kids are just brats and he does get angry at them but he only needed to snap once before the troublemakers all learned not to mess with him

Despite that, he would most likely be the ones to keep an eye on the troublemakers, because it may be a sign of a troubled home (not always, but… well, he would know best, wouldn’t he?) and he’d want to reach out to them if he can help them in any way

What he loves to do with the kids-- and you can probably guess-- is have Story Time!!

The kids are so excited to circle around him before naptime and listen to him read storybooks, doing voice overs and dramatic/animated readings; the kids are so intently listening and giggling at the funny parts

At first, he attempted to bring all his books over to the daycare, but he had to put some back when you tell him these kids are literally three and probably don’t have the reading comprehension required to read Quantum Physics-- so he provides picture books instead; anything he procured from the human world

Really encourages the kids to try their best to read and, if he has the time of day, tries to teach them basic things like the alphabet, how to spell out each words etc (you may call him…. Sensei) 

Adores their imagination too because he knows adults could hardly compare at times and he encourages them to make up their own stories and he’d help them write it down 

Uses a lot of tactic like these to encourage their education and their development-- he loves books and the impact they’ve made on him and he wants these kids to be able to experience the same things

Asmodeus

A little hesitant at first because kids can be super cute and great for pictures but… they can also be super gross and kind of mean; and he’s seen both ends of the spectrum so he’s not really sure what to expect

Then one of the kid compliments his hair clip shyly and shows their own similar hairclip and he’s sold because obviously they have the cutest kids in the world

Hair undone? He’s there

You wanna try out painting nails? Oh hun, he’s got you-- free make-overs for EVERYONE-- except maybe the infants, he doesn’t wanna ruin the natural baby smell and softness they have going for them

He wants to encourage ALL the kids to express themselves so he sometimes brings old clothes he doesn’t wear anymore so they have a fashion show/runways

ALWAYS encourages the kid to wear what they want because gender norms who???

If ANY and I mean ANY parent comes up to him and talk about him letting them wear non-gender conforming clothes he WILL go off on them because they are LITERALLY KIDS-- let them express themselves and have fun

Kinda grossed out by snot and diapers tho so you’re gonna have to help him with that; and since the universe knows that he hates getting dirty, he’s probably the brother most likely to get peed on while changing a diaper

You have to force him back into the daycare after that incident because he refuses to come out of the bathroom after changing into clean clothes 

But he is so captivating that the kids usually don’t cause trouble when he’s around, and also similarly to Levi, he talks and listens to them blabber while he’s doing their hair so it’s always pretty soothing 

Probably ends up in charge of the creativity hour and cooing over everyone’s art project, encouraging them to sprinkle as much glitter as they want, use as many colors as they want-- as long as it makes them happy! 

Beelzebub

Considering he’s the sweetest and physically the strongest, he’s actually pretty concerned about hurting them, and asks you to help him adjust to this new role so that the kids will be okay (you know he’ll be fine, but if saying yes to helping him will make him feel better, you say it)

Beel keeps to himself as a babysitter for the first few-- oh idk-- hours before some of the kids figure out how STRONG he is and he’s the best thing since sliced bread

The kids start to literally hang from him, testing how strong he really is, and are all delighted that he can hold all of them in and from his arms; he’s a little worried he’ll drop them, but since the kids are so excited about it, decides to lift them only a little high just to please them

Happily, he eventually gets used to knowing how to deal with them, and it helps that the kids are so polite to him

He’s the ultimate Big Brother figure to them, much to his surprise since he’s used to being the younger brother, and it makes him really soft inside that these kids actually look up to him and rely on him 

During free play, he has definitely carried at least six kids on his back when they play horsey and not break a sweat and throws the babies up in the air playfully (and carefully) and let them pretend they were flying

He’s their protector, making sure that they’re playing safely, even though he went a little too ham on the protection, grabbing a kid by the scruff of his collar because he was running and beel was afraid of him falling and scraping his knees

“It’s okay Beel, they can handle it--”

“Are you sure?? But they’re so tiny and fragile--” 

Changes diapers pretty handily after the first time; has definitely tried the baby formula and ate the entire bottle by accident before feeding a baby

Makes sure the kids are nice to each other, especially siblings, and that they eat; you tell the kids that if they eat their vegetables they’ll grow as strong as Beel, and that’s the FASTEST you’ve ever seen picky kids eat them in your LIFE

Belphegor

“Alright, nap time, everyone!”

“Belphie, they just arrived;;;”

Honestly just thought this entire thing was a hassle because kids in general take a lot of work and he just doesn’t want to put that sort of effort into something he didn’t sign up for

But since you’re there, he may as well try to be proficient enough to be well-liked enough to not cause a fuss and be able to babysit with you

He’s the type of babysitter who converses with the kids and pretends he doesn’t know something so the kid tries to teach him-- and honestly this give the kid a chance to be confident in their skills and also lets Belphie not do as much work to keep the conversation alive so win-win

As you can probably guess, is definitely in charge of enforcing nap time… by napping with the kids-- gotta learn by example right?

There are probably mats that the kids lie on but whenever Belphie lies in the middle of them, they all end up rolling and curling near his side; when he wakes up he’s always surrounded by a sea of kids and he’s so confused and he can’t move unless you wake up the kids for him 

The most efficient babysitter out of all of them because efficiency means less effort and time taken to change a diaper, clean up a spill, or wipe a kid’s nose 

Doesn’t understand why the kids keep wanting to interact with him but he’ll always indulge them in the end regardless of his nonchalant attitude

He actually finds a lot of them endearing when they talk about the things they like to do and about their daily life because it’s always interesting to learn about their perspective on things

When it’s creativity hour, the kids like asking him to doodle something on their paper (it can be a small chibi or caricature or just some animal) and it always makes them super happy; you watch him crack a smile as he sees the kids try to copy his drawing right next to it

If any of them are interested in stars, will gently show them the constellations in books and watch as they fascinate over them as he did before