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[theforlorne]

♡ TAN THIS IS GORGEOUS I'M ACTUALLY FERAL RIGHT NOW YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I'M GOING TO EAT THIS MANS PEEEEEZA. THE DAMN PIZZA. I'M GOING TO EAT THE PIZZA ♡

Genuinely though, said with so much love your art anytime, anywhere, I'm ready. Love you and your work so much like it was my sole purpose in life.

FINALLY. IM FREE.

[theforlorne]

@hypnoticmoth once again creating an absolute masterpiece and posting it here for all of us to see. HELLO? The way you draw these two makes me weep and sob. WEEPING AND SOBBING ♡

The floof is gorgeous, the expressions are divine, and it's PERFECT ♡

Staticmoth for the soul or something ~

[theforlorne]

SIX YEARS AGO TODAY we launched our FIRST GAME, Smile For Me! This past year, both FACE LOVE DELUXE, and our most recent big game, GREAT GOD GROVE were released... thank you all for sticking by us and our freaky games so passionately, for SO LONG! You all rock-

CHEERS!! 🌻🦷🌩️🍔

[theforlorne]

Agreed with all of @dontblockmeagainsuperstar's statements because I adore your oc! Can't wait to see if you do anything else with them because I would straight up devour it ♡

These are my oc's btw , the first one is the redesign

@dontblockmeagainsuperstar

(I took the photos from my iPad so they look a lil weird)

[theforlorne]

Let me tell you, this was not the insanity I expected to see when I came on tonight, and I'm so sorry it took me so long to respond, but I'm also wheezing at what this devolved into...

HI @dontblockmeagainsuperstar I MISSED YOU SO MUCH TOO, you can totally count it as flirting if that helps you process things because let me tell you I have no idea where I've been for the past 4 months, and I'm gonna process it as flirting with myself too.

I did a doodle of you the other day if you want to see it? Peace offering? I can bring more? I didn't mean to break your heart into that many pieces, I swear ;-;/<3

Also, hi @hyperdontiiaa! Fancy meeting you here, I'm crying that you're also part of the chaos now. Looking forward to moving into a hotel with y'all at a moment's notice-

Date, Mate, Decapitate, which order would you pick?

Chahut Maenad 🎨

NauseAxe_404 🪓

Satanick 🌹

♡ You can hide behind anon but I know exactly who you are ♡

Especially with that collection of names, wow... Okay. Let's do some mental gymnastics here because I would do anything to have this as the most fucked up polycule known to the universe.

Date - Satanick. Listen. I just - I couldn't not. I don't care if I can't fix him. I don't care if I come second to his concubine. I don't care if I have to look after an ever increasing amount of children. Someone needs to give this devil some love, and I am nominating myself. We love this fucked up, undescribed parenting type, traumatised and struggling, incredibly handsome man. Satanick is my 18+ evolution from being a Tamaki fangirl. His wife is also hot, and so is his brother.

Mate - Chahut. Would. I want this clown lady to crush me. Unless we mean mate as in friends which - yes. Yes, I was joking about the previous statement. I'd love to get high and scrapbook with her.

Decapitate - NauseAxe. He'd be okay. He could come back for another round of Date, Mate, Decapitate after healing. Something tells me he'd probably enjoy it too. Am I right, @dontblockmeagainsuperstar?

[theforlorne]

I didn't know they fitted me with a setting that let me bounce off the walls like this because my goodness, I am! This is going to be the fuel that motivates me for the next year ;-;/<3

Not only is this beautifully written, but it's so damn sweet. I've got such a soft spot for Habit too, and he is more loveable than ever in this imagine ♡♡♡

Thank you so much for fulfilling my request @silva-daemonium! It's always a pleasure to see your writing, but having something written by you is the highlight of my day!

Anyway, let me just cry in a corner over how good this is-

Imagines

Smile For Me | Dr. Boris Habit X GenderNeutral!Reader (Not Flower Kid) | Hygiene & Self Care | Mental Illness | Safe For Work

Prompt: This was requested by the @theforlorne who wanted something with self care and hygiene care.

★・・・★・・・★

You were drawn to Dr. Boris Habit from the moment he stepped into your flower shop, his luscious wavy hair and gentle smile enough to make your heart skip a beat. He in turn seemed interested in you as well, and he admitted that you reminded him of someone who changed his life for the better back in his old town. According to him, you both had a happy-go-lucky, nurturing vibe that was contagious to those around you.

After that first conversation, he opted for regular visits to your shop, his plant collection growing larger each time. You did your best to put on a large smile for him since you didn't want to ruin the positive image he had of you after such a sweet compliment, but in truth, it was a fragile facade that hid the depths of your depression. Far from being like the so-called “Flower Kid”, you were someone who could barely keep themselves together most days, and you hated to think what his impression of you would be if that truth got out.

You kept that lie going for months, until one day, you accidentally broke a flower pot in front of him due to exhaustion from a lack of quality sleep. When he asked you what was wrong as he tended to your bloody wound, your face crumpled under the weight of your deception. Everything came flowing out then. Your tears, the truth, and your worries.

To your surprise, he not only accepted the real you, but he increased his number of visits to once a week. He also started to help you around the shop despite your firm insistence that it was legally and morally questionable to accept labor from someone who wasn't on your payroll. He was persuasive, though, and he managed to get his way in the end.

His presence around the shop became so expected and normal that you didn't think twice when he offered to help you transport some heavy crates to your home. It was only when you'd awkwardly ushered him inside and apologized for the mess that you remembered how much of a disaster the place was, but he didn't judge you for it. On the contrary, he acted perfectly ignorant of the fact your living space was unpresentable, and he accepted the drinks and snacks you offered with a heartfelt thanks.

After that, you invited him over more, excited at the idea of hanging out with a new friend outside work. You even pushed yourself to tidy up a bit, though the result was still far from pristine. Regardless, you convinced yourself it was fine since you had fun each time, and similar to the first visit, Boris never made you feel bad about your situation.

Things went on like that for months, until  something shifted between you both. It was never made official since neither of you outright asked the other, but the two of you had formed something akin to a relationship. What started with deep conversations, shared meals, and D I.Y. craft nights turned into cuddle sessions, and eventually even make-out sessions.

The point came where he often spent more time at your place than his own, and it was difficult for you to maintain a hygienic appearance in front of him. When you only saw him a few times a week at work or during hangouts, you could plan ahead and force yourself to look and smell good for him, but it was hard to keep up with it on a daily basis. Not when it was difficult enough for you to roll out of bed or manage to feed yourself.

Fortunately for you, however, Boris’ love language included acts of service, and much like with everything else, he opted to help you rather than criticize you. It was a trait you genuinely adored, and you accepted his affections despite your initial embarrassment over having to be preened and groomed. After all, having a charming and patient man like him help you out of genuine love was much better than the alternative of sitting alone in your filth.

When you didn't feel like washing your hair, he'd wash it for you. His large fingers would run over your scalp as the warm water flowed over it, and he would take the time to massage every inch of your neck and head in an attempt to soothe you. It worked, and it was sometimes all you could do not to fall asleep under his gentle ministrations. 

You also struggled to care for your nails, which led him to offer you manicures and pedicures every other week. It flustered you to have someone tend to your hands and feet–especially your feet–but like with your head, he always made sure to massage away the tension in your muscles first before he started. Then when your nails were clipped and filed, he'd offer to paint them, and finally, after all the previous steps were done, he'd rub some lotion into the skin and press gentle kisses to your wrists and ankles.

The least surprising act of service of all, however, was that he'd ensure you properly cared for your teeth. What you expected to be an uncomfortable situation with your ex-dentist boyfriend staring into your mouth was actually not that awkward, and he even managed to make it feel sensual. He'd brush your teeth ever so gently, using the bristles to rub your gums and tongue, all while he dished out praise. He always liked to tell you how lovely your mouth was and how well behaved you were, which caused you to blush up a storm at the less innocent implications.

To top off all the other nice things he did, he also supplied you with items like dry hair shampoo and laundry fabric sprays to use in between his visits so that you didn't have to wait for him in order to feel clean. If he could find something to make things easier for you, or at least more appealing, he would. It didn't matter if they were only half measures since that was better than nothing, and he knew just how strenuous even the most meager of tasks could be when one needed mental rest

With each act of service, you grew to appreciate and love him more, and on the days you felt good enough, you did your best to return the favor in with things he'd enjoy. Although he rarely outright asked for anything himself, he was grateful for your effort to give as much as you took, and you mutually agreed that your relationship was probably the healthiest you'd both had in a long time. 

It was so nice, in fact, that Boris proposed to you by the two year mark, and you were married within the year that followed. By that point, he had moved into your place entirely, and you were happy to spend every day together. You couldn't help but laugh when you realized that having Boris in your life had become quite the habit, though you had to admit that it was one you cherished nonetheless. You wouldn't have traded it or him for the world.

★・・・★・・・★

I give people permission to write fanfic based on this, but I ask that they please credit me if they do so.

[theforlorne]

so many ideas in my head… not enough time to draw them. FUCKH

[theforlorne]

Regularly scheduled Eves

[theforlorne]

whatever bro i’m soooo normal

[theforlorne]

can’t do hands today. Love her tho.

[theforlorne]

▼△▼△▼△▼△Diva▼△▼△▼△▼△

[theforlorne]

the soundtrack is going to once again take over my life

GUYS, WE ARE SO BACK!!!

[theforlorne]

No More Zero Comments Project

Hi! Here's a big masterpost for everything you need to know about this project!

The No More Zero Comments (NM0C) Project is dedicated to reducing the number of fics on AO3 with no comments. This is a multifandom community effort with very few rules which you can very easily undertake alone, but hey, why not join us?

The goal is simple: find fics with no comments, read them and leave the author a comment. If you want, you can go out and find fics on your own, but we also have a handy spreadsheet full of fics for you to browse!

You can find the spreadsheet here. There are tonnes of different fandoms to choose from. It will be updated regularly with new fics, so check back as often as you like.

Do you have a fic with zero comments? You can submit it here to be added to the spreadsheet. There is no limit to how many you can submit, and no limits on what you can submit. Any fandom, any category, any rating, no matter how old it is. Yes, even explicit fics. We aren't picky around here. You can also submit other people's fics if you wish.

All I ask is, if you submit your own fics, try and comment on some too! Balance, equality, etc.

The only real rule for submissions is no AI. This blog is vehemently anti-AI and will not accept any fics that use it.

If you read a fic from the spreadsheet, please let me know here so I can remove the fic from the spreadsheet. If you see a fic on the spreadsheet that has a comment, don't fret. I'll get around to removing it soon. Admin's timezone is GMT and I'm most active in the evenings.

Have a question? Feel free to ask!

A few more bits and pieces of information under the cut!

Who runs this blog?

That'd be me, Izak, better known as @lightningzombie! I run this blog alone for now. And yes, I did put my own fics into the spreadsheet. I put it up to a vote and people said I could!

Why did you decide to do this?

Frustration with the lack of comments on my fics and the death of comment culture in general. Bewilderment when I saw a fic that had 1200 kudos and no comments. The joy that leaving 100 comments and receiving 20+ during the Febuwhump commentfest brought me. Boredom. Many reasons!

Is there a prize/competition?

Nope! No incentives whatsoever. Just the joy of fan fiction, of commenting, and community spirit.

Will you do events?

Yes, I plan to! I'm not sure what yet, though.

"I don't know how to comment!"

Yes, you do. "I like this" is a comment. "How dare you do that to [insert blorbo here]" is a comment. "<3" is a comment. "KAJSDAKSDHJ WHYYYYY????" is a comment. "I am rapidly approaching your location" is a comment. Just be kind!

How long will it take me to get a comment?

Dunno. Some people get them within minutes, some hours, some days. Depends on many things. Be patient!

I submitted something but it hasn't been added or removed

I run this blog and the spreadsheet completely alone and manually. Any submissions will be handled as and when i have time. Be patient with me, I'll get to it!

Happy commenting! <3

[theforlorne]

Showing off some of my photography on main because everyone needs to see these cute little birdies ♡

-> Photographs by @forlornephotos (12/05/2025) Canon EOS 2000D

[theforlorne]

P.s. the Easter-Bunny Duck left you a easter present that will open on Monday, 21.04.2025 🐣🐰🦆

♡ HAPPY EASTER IN MAY ♡

I just read your gift! It was the cutest thing ever, thank you so much Jalice! Your writing is always a wonderful thing to see ;-;/<3

[theforlorne]

♡ Awww gosh, thank you so much for yet another ADORABLE gift, @jalicecookie ♡

It's always super nice to read something you've written, and you write some of the cutest fics I've ever seen ;-;/<3 Not only is the duck imitation absolutely sweet as, well - sweets, but I really love the way you write the dynamic between Lucifer and Alastor here!

Thank you so much again, and I cannot wait to see what other amazing things you write ♡

Ducky Pin

A Easter Gift for my @ritualofcirice and just some Ducks, Fluff and an kind off annoyed Radio Demon, who doesent know how to deal with tiny little Toddler Daugther Premie Baby of the King of Hell <3 have a wonderful Easter my Dear Frined <3

"Whoops, careful little duckling! Daddy doesn't want you to fall, right? Daddy's always soooo worried when you or Mommy are in the hospital…taking a big step on the sidewalk, right?"

You giggle once after your father, Lucifer Morningstar, grabs your wrist to prevent you from falling.

At almost 3 years old, you discovered walking a few weeks ago, and that was one of the reasons your parents set up some baby gates and safety precautions in the royal palace.

When a former premature baby takes their first steps, it's always exciting for parents…for you, it's a whole new step toward more mobility. You like walking; it's much…faster than being carried or crawling!

"Daddah! Me walking!" - you say, giggling, trying to walk a little faster, holding the hand of the King of Hell.

"Char Char, show !" you add, stumbling again at how well Lucifer saved you from a fall and then picked you up after all.

To which you respond with a less than happy whine. Lucifer pats your head once and looks at you worriedly for any injuries from that near-fall.

"Of course we can show Char Char how great you can walk, Duckling, but don't walk too fast, otherwise your old daddy will have a heart attack, and so will your mommy. Now, now, don't get nervous, Duckling, I'll let you walk later when we get back to the ground at the hotel, yes - but you'll be a tiny bit safer in Daddy's arms, right?"

You look at your father for a moment and then try to kick the little shoes on your feet to be lowered to the ground. But Lucifer wants to protect you...to protect you from yourself and avoid hitting the ground.

But you want to develop this new ability further and, of course, proudly show your big sister Char Char what you can do! And Vaggie too! Aaaand Keekee and Razzle and Dazzle!

"Daddah! wanna walk!" - you start to whimper.

"Oh no, no tears, baby, nonononoooo....look, love, look what Daddah has here! Look ooooh!" - Lucifer tried to distract you and a few moments later held out a small Ducky bin to you.

One of his latest inventions. A pin with a little duck with a crown on its head.

"Ducky Pin!" you exclaim, fascinated, and take it with both hands.

The sadness of now being carried by your father was forgotten, and so Lucifer was able to enter the Hazbin Hotel without any problems. In the entrance hall, you were then placed back on the floor as Vaggie and Angel immediately took over Lucifer.

That was okay with you, because you really wanted to show Keekee that you could walk now! Then you'd definitely be able to play hide-and-seek with her much better...or catch with Razzle and Dazzle. But something else caught your attention, while your father, with a mixture of interest and confusion, responded to Vaggie and Angel's ideas, only half-watching you.

Because Alastor, the radio demon, entered the entrance hall.

Char Char said he's nice if you're nice to him. Vaggie said he's not a nice demon. Mommy said Alastor is a very stubborn demon, and Daddah doesn't like Alastor. You've only met Alastor a few times, and he's always had a big grin on his face and kept his distance.

But you were just about to show Alastor the Ducky Pin. So you padded the few steps toward the radio demon, who only realized too late that the preemie baby had now discovered the wonderful world of locomotion on two legs and that it would have been better for Alastor to quickly make a run for it – but too late for Alastor, so you stopped in front of him and beamed at him.

"Hi Allystar!"

Alastor's right eye twitched for a moment, his grin widened a bit before he turned his gaze down at you.

"Oh hello, little one! I see you've mastered the new form of walking - how…gratifying for you!"

You nod proudly and demonstratively stamp your right and left shoes on the ground.

"Me walk! Ooooh…gift for Allystar!"

You hold out the Ducky Pin to him, and for a moment, Alastor just looks at the pin and then into your expectant toddler eyes.

"You know… I don't like ducks, they're not my… favorite animals!"

"Ducks, Daddah's favorite animals!"

"Oh, who would have thought?"

"Daddah King!"

"Oh, I had no idea!"

"Mommy queen, Char-Char Princess! Ducky pin!"

"Hmmmmhh… oh… hmmmm"

"Allystar Ducky Pin!"

"And why should I accept a gift that doesn't have my favorite animal?"

"Ducky besties!"

There was no point in Alastor arguing with you; you wanted to give him the Ducky Pin, because he absolutely didn't want it.

"Quack…quack…quuuuaaak," you say, imitating a little duck as you start walking somewhat clumsily around Alastor.

The Radio Demon's grin widened even further. It was unclear whether he was at the end of his patience or found it amusing.

Not finding it so amusing was Lucifer, who almost had a heart attack for the second time that day when he noticed Alastor bending down to you, finally taking the Ducky Pin, and had the audacity to pat your head to stop you from making another loud quuaaaak.

"Ha…ha…haaa darling, what did Daddah tell you about the Radio Demon? Come here, come to me!" Lucifer had crouched down, and you waved Alastor by-by with both hands, taking unsteady steps toward Lucifer.

Charlie, who entered the lobby at that moment, was completely thrilled and stopped you halfway and announced the following to the entire staff present in the lobby:

"Naaaaw, my baby sister took her first steps, YAY!"

THE END

[theforlorne]

♡ This is amazing, this is amazing, this is amazing, this is amazing- ♡

My heart is beating out of my chest, and I'm about to sob at the sight of this clown's chest. This member of the Marvus nation is currently incapacitated and requires medical attention - please and thank you ;-;/<3

Hi Marvus nation how are we doing today