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Reblog this if I can ask you a whole bunch of inappropriate questions.

This could be fun

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so i caved and made a tumblr and you're gonna be seeing a lot of this guy 🕷️

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I don’t care if there was only one sneeze that was so damn cute.

RadioDust for life- screw the haters <3

[All Ears] (H/azbin H/otel) A/ngel D/ust x A/lastor [1000 Words]

Every once in a while, contrary to popular belief. Angel and Alastor actually liked to relax, a break from all the Havoc of Hell. The constant fighting and bickering, the turf wars spread from as far as the eye could see everytime you glanced out any of the Hotel windows.

Because tonight? Was-

“Movie night, Babe!” Angel chirped excitedly, bowl of popcorn in his top set of hands, remote and blankets in the other.

The lobby was deserted, tonight it would be just them. Pure quiet with nothing but each other to bask in the peace. Alastor flashing back a grin, small smile gracing his lips as he shook his head.

“You’re certainly excited for this.”

“Uh, duh. Who else am I gonna watch these shitty horror flicks with? The special effects are so bad that it’s practically a comedy.”

“Ah, of course. Nothing beats the charm of practical effects and over-acted screams.” Chuckling as Angel placed the popcorn on the table, taking a small handful for himself as they got on the couch.

Angel laid down across it, leaving no room for Alastor, who raised an eyebrow at the action. Rolling his eyes as he only received a grabby action in response. Angel signaling to cuddle.

“Very well.” Fond about it regardless. “You’re such a clingy thing, honestly.”

“Hey, you can’t be mad that I’ve missed ya’!” Alastor scoffing with a head-tilt.

“Dear you are aware I’ve been with you all day, correct? What is there to even miss?”

“The fact you ain’t in my arms. Anyway, I’m excited.” He couldn’t argue with that. The film would no doubt be awful, but the fact that they would be watching it together?

The second he even got close, Angel darted with a lean forward, multiple arms wrapping around Alastor tight enough to make unintentionally gasp, “Angel!” He huffed with amusement. 

But they got comfortable, throwing themselves into the red velvet as they snuggled into it. Blanket being draped and covering them. A sigh of comfort as Alastors head rested against Angels chest. The fluffiness of it was rather comforting. 

A flick of the television remote as the awfully bad movie began to play. The pairs attention being drawn to it. Alastors head absentmindedly snuggling closer as he focused on the pictures.

Leaning in more as his ears brushed gently with a twitch against Angel’s cheek. Angel not really minding, only pulling the blanket up over both of them further.

The film was something more modern, years and years after the pair had already departed. And as much as Alastor hated all things such as these, it was rather nice to be doing something with somebody.

And they weren’t all bad. This film was, obviously. But there had been quite a few he’d discovered he enjoyed.

Both of their attention distracted, as the protagonist got startled by a loud spark of thunder, the noise making him shift as his ear flicked harsher, brushing against Angels face.

“Hey, Radio Star. I didn’t pull you in to cuddle to get all ear-whipped” He teased, using his fingers to give Alastor’s fluffy ears a small flick.

“Well, it appears they have a mind of their own.” He shot back, a glint of mischief in his eyes as their attention diverted.

And the film continued.

Though every so often, once in a while Alastor’s ears would kept twitching– Flicking, a subtle little bout of twitching as they moved against Angel’s face. Everytime they flickered, Angel felt a light tickle, sniffling ever so slightly as it tickled his nose. But he ignored it.

Determined to get through the movie, enjoying the feeling of Alastor snuggled up against him. Shifting as he tried to stop the sensation growing.

But the more he tried to focus and devoid attention from the itching, his nose scrunched, sniffling as his breath hitched slightly. Once, twice– 

“Hh.. hhuh–!”

Angel bit his lip, fighting it back as he breathed, Alastor’s ear flicking once more against him, brushing lightly in his nose in just the wrong way-

“Hh-hHIH’kshh!”

A sudden wet sneeze, Angel jolting forward as it sprayed. The pair tensing, Alastor a slight bit startled as Angel gasped in embarrassment. Seeing the traces of wetness sprayed against Alastor’s fluffy hair.

“Oh, fuck- Aha– Sorry, babe!” Angel snorted, hand over his mouth in shock. Partially to hide the shit-eating grin. Face flushed from the unfortunate incident. A twinge of amusement but also mortified.

“I swear I did not mean to do that.” He defended with a small snicker as Alastor pushed himself up from Angels chest, blinking slowly as he felt hair.

As his hand ran through it he brought it down to look at it, fingers coming back slightly damp.

Angel snorted, a failure at stopping his laughter as Alastor looked at him, not having said anything yet. A pause and unamused glance as his partner snickered.

After a long moment,

“Well,” Narrowing his eyes slightly, No malice behind the look. “I suppose you can’t control such… Involuntary responses.” 

His smile was thin, but it didn’t disappear, “Although, I do hope this isn’t something that’s going to become a habit...”

Angel snickered, raising a hand to his chest in a mock vow, “Cross my heart,” Breathing out a small laugh. “But I’m  blaming you and your stupid deer ears for flickin’ me, that shit tickles! Anyway, they were askin’ for it. And so were you, smug bastard.”

Alastor huffed, smirk betraying him despite the situation. 

“Well, At least you got somebody entertainment out of this. Do you really need to keep laughing?” He remarked dryly, small slip of a laugh coming through as Angel glanced away with a snicker.

“Sorry- Sorry, it was a little funny.” Finally calming down as he flopped back down into the couch, Alastor following him as he snuggled back into him. 

“Alright, but please do try keep your nose in check this time, hmm?”

“Sure thing, Bambi. But only if ya’ watch the ears. Now shh, the movie’s gettin’ good.”

And for once none of it mattered. Because for tonight? it was only them.

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Does bruv carry around a bot’ol ’o holy wot-ah?

not me continuously imagining the voices of peoples OC’s in ways that they technically didn’t intend-

anyway, do you have a voice reference of sorts for Tobias? (I keep imagining him as Scottish, and that needs to be corrected lmao-)

He is actually British! Or at least that’s always how I’ve imagined him, anyway. Just a very chaste, judgmental British priest.

I have a love of many accents, but British is among my favorites. :)

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[Take Five] (H/azbin H/otel) A/ngel D/ust and A/lastor [800 Words]

Alastor and Angel were in the living room of the Hotel’s lobby, setting up what was planned to be a smooth and professional recording session. The Radio Demon adjusting his attire. A red coat what was immaculate, long and draped down to his ankles. Every button polished in a way that would shine as it hit the light just right.

A proud grin displayed across his face, filled with motive as he smiled wide and unwavering. He looked perfect for film.

And Angel… Didn’t, where he on the other hand was lounging on one of the lobby chairs. Both legs lankily hung over the side, far too long for where he was currently alay. His outfit wasn’t one that could exactly match Alastor’s.

Whilst Alastor was proper and looking charming for video, Angel Dust was wearing a long fur-lined robe, fluffy and draping over his shoulders. He had a mischievous glint in his eye as he scrolled across his phone. Biting his lip as he glanced up and down.

“Damn, ya’ lookin fine smiles.”

“Come on, Angel, focus!” His voice crackled, a slight distortional sound echoing from it as he sighed. Adjusting the camera, adjusting it so he could capture the perfect shot. “I can’t believe Charlie’s making us film a silly picture telegram.”

Angel rolled his eyes dramatically, pushing himself up as he untied his dressing gown. Underneath was an actual outfit, not one that Alastor would particularly prefer for a shooting like this, but it was passable. “Al, babe, ya’ gotta relax, yeah? We can’t all be ass stiff as your tight radio ass.”

Alastors eye twitching in annoyance, stating blankly, “I prefer to think of myself as being professional here, darling.” Sarcasm in his tone at the pet name. “I don’t even know if the blasted thing is set up right.”

“Alright, sure. I’ll look over it for you.” He purred, pink robe now fully discarded on the floor as Alastor bit back an eyeroll of his own at the discarded gown.

“Yeah, yeah. I think ya’ got it set up pretty damn well here. I’m not seeing any issues with it.” Eyes focused on the screen as he checked the camera settings. Alastor feeling a pang of pride from figuring out the troubling task.

“Okay, so just gotta say some stupid shit about the Hotel?” He frowned, Alastor nodding. “That’s boring, usually viewers love tuning in for stuff more exciting… More revealing.” He grinned, moving his hand to the strap of his shirt.

Alastor sighing with a crackle of static as he slapped at Angel’s hand, Angel giving a short bark of a laugh. “Yes, yes. You’re very charming. But let’s try to keep this one somewhat professional this time?” Snapping his fingers with a manifestation of stage lights. “Alright, I’m turning the lights on now.”

Angels eyes widening as he suddenly tensed, “Wait, hold on, Al—”

But it was too late, Alastor flipping the switch as the studio lights blazed to light, flooding the room immediately with an intense bright glow.

Angel blinking rapidly, expression shifting from surprise to something more dazed. Nose scrunching with a sharp tingling feel as he murmured,

“Wait- Hh.. Al– I- Hhih’!” Angel managed to barely squeak as he gasped.

“Hh…Eh…ih’Tshhiew!”

Sudden and echoing throughout the room as angel gasped, tilting his head back with eyes watering. Stumbling a little as he inhaled sharply with a hitch

“Hh’ihTSSHhiew!”

Alastor’s eyes widening in surprise as he watched Angel stumble breathlessly, “Oh dear.”

“Hh..Eh… HeHhkshiew!”

“Bless you–”

“Hhehkshew!” He sneezed harshly, a wince as he rubbed a gloved hand over the back of his nose harshly, attempting to relieve the itchy sensation. Breath shuddering a little with a sigh as it seemed to cease for the moment, still sniffling anyway.

Alastor blinking in surprise as he raised an eyebrow, tone mused. “Well that was certainly unexpected, are you alright?” Having some sense to turn down the lights, now a low glow. Nowhere near as harsh as a second ago.

As Angel recovered from the loss of breath he shakily sniffled as he wiped his nose a little. Eyes watery as he breathed, a sharp sniff as he huffed in annoyance despite the slight smile evident on his face.

“Y-You could have warned me,” He sniffed, nose scrunching as he rubbed at his nose again with his palm. “Sweet Lucifer that came on fast.”

“Now where would the fun be in that?” Alastor with a teasing grin gracing his expression. Humming in thought. “Though that certainly wasn’t intentional, I promise you.”

“You’re a jerk.” Angel huffed, even though he seemed amused from the embarrassing incident, Alastor pulling out a red handkerchief and hanging it to him who took it with a nod.

“Ugh, you’re impossible. I’m taking five, and keeping this.” Holding up the cloth with a small wave in the air to show him as he brought it to his nose once more, inhaling sharply.

“Hh.. Hh–HehKshh!”

Glint of amusement in his eyes as the other left. Even if they’d got no filming done, maybe a break was deserved. 

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id love to request some sneezy An/gel on set!! Maybe Val is into it and Ala/stor takes care of him when he gets home? Up to you !

[LIGHT, CAMERA, ACTION!] (H/azbin H/otel) A/ngel D/ust x A/lastor [1400 Words]

From the moment of waking up, Angel knew that this shoot was going to be hell. He’d woken up the way you never want to, congested, head pounding and sinuses clogged. He felt like shit.

Alastor had made a few remarks, subtle instances that he should just call out for the day and to not tempt fate anymore than he already was. But a contract was a contract, a minor head cold wasn’t something to write home about.

He could handle it.

But as he stood in the studio, glaring stage lights pounding in his head. He silently cursed himself for not just giving in and listening to Alastor’s suggestions.

Angel shouldn’t have come in, but as the saying goes. The show must go on.

And Valentino was making sure Angel stayed on set.

The outfit he was filming in was far too cold, most cases he’d be able to convince him to let him wear something cute and sexy. He’d kill to be wearing a robe right now. But instead, both sets of arms crossed over as he sniffled, feeling fucking freezing.

Angel giving a once over glance at the script on the table as he sighed. Nose scrunching with a slight hitch as he felt the annoying urge creeping up on him again. Rubbing his knuckled at the side of his nose to soothe the sensation, grimacing as he inhaled sharply.

“"Hh—hkshew! Hh… Eishiew!”

Sniffling, a slight scowl as he felt the way his nose subtly ran. Practically jumping out of his skin as he felt a hand on his shoulder, turning him to look at him.

“C’mon, Amorcito. You’re a pro, baby. You ready to show these fucks who’s the hottest?” Voice dripping with seduction. So sounding the same as normal.

That was Val’s wording of hurry the fuck up, the one he used when he was feeling a little nicer. Val had his moods, changes.

He knew why though, all too aware of Val’s little “kink” for seeing him like this. He was into everything, but seeing  him like that definitely did something.  Angels shoulders slumping with a sigh.

“I don’t feel good.” He grumbled, wiping his nose with his palm. Val taking his hand up as he wiped it with his robe.

“I don’t care.” He hissed, pausing with a grin. “You look adorable, chica. A few sneezes won’t ruin the scene. If anything it’ll make you look sexier, being all.” A gesturing hand wave at him, “Weak?”

“Thanks…”

As Valentino returned to the set, talking to the other co-workers Angel would be working with, Angel took a seat in his chair. Black with his name printed on the back of it, bringing his knees up towards his chest as he sighed tiredly. 

He’d definitely try do a damn good job on set, but that didn’t mean he was ecstatic about it. He tilted his head towards the modern Radio on one of the tables. Painted pink to match the sets. Eyes squinting as he rubbed tiredly at his eyes, convinced he was seeing things as he saw the old piece of technology flicker.

Not thinking about it too hard as he was called over, everyone ready to start filming. Angel sniffling as he got onto the bed. Co-worker raising an eyebrow at him, noting his sick appearance. Angel shrugging back as if to ask what was he supposed to do about it.

Angel winced as the set lights flashed on brighter. Angel feeling his chest tighten with another hitch, turning his head sharply to the side with a harsh sneeze as suddenly the lights began to flicker.

Everyone glancing up in confusion as the distorted sound of crackling rang out from the radio. All light’s in the room going fully black for a moment as the air shifted. Light’s coming back on as Angel jumped, bad with a small yelp as Alastor suddenly right next to him.

“Ah! Satan, What the fuck-” 

Everyone froze.

Alastor.

Walking away from him as Alastor glanced around the room, slight grimace twinging at the corner of his mouth as he mentally tried to erase the imagery around of half the room shirtless. 

“Well, this was certainly expected.” He muttered, not pleased with the lack of clothes on everyone.

Valentino stiffened, Vox’s enemy, Valentino’s too, purely on the fact of knowing what it meant when he was here.

“Alastor.” Val remarked, crossing his arms as he stood tall. Thinking height was an intimidator. It wasn’t. 

“Valentino! I was just tuning in to my frequencies when I heard a bit of a disturbance? A little birdie telling me–” Alastor’s gaze sliding over to Angel, smiling softening for just a second before hardening. “–That one of your stars wasn’t quite feeling up to par today.”

Val groaned, brisling as his crossed arm stance got more agitated. “He’s fine. Just a little cold. He’s working, see?”

Alastors smile never wavering, but the room felt more tense as the sound of static buzzed through the studio, “Oh, I can see that.” He purred, a twist of his cane as he moved back over to the bed. “But you’ll forgive me if I perhaps use the chance to take one of your many workers out for a few? Hell knows you’ve got plenty other’s fit for the job.”

Before Val could even protest, The light’s flickering again harshly. Angel feeling a hand on his shoulder in the dark, not jumping this time as he felt a wave of relief. That The Radio Demon’s presence alone could lift the anxiety he felt.

As much as the idea of dealing with Valentino later did bother him, he knew Alastor wouldn’t let anything happening. And he truly didn’t feel well enough to give a damn. Getting guided up shakily as he allowed himself to be guided. Sniffling as he leant on Alastor, the two leaving the studio. 

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How Alastor had thought letting Angel go to work like this was a sane idea in the slightest was beyond him, sighing with a twinge of regret for allowing it in the first place. Knowing he should’ve put his foot down from the first crunching sounding cough. 

But it was too late to fret on that now, the pair back at the Hotel. Alastor’s room for a change, his own private quarters away from prying eyes, any form of technology that would allowed certain overlords to lurk.

A proper break from everybody else.

He hummed gently, pulling the fallen blankets over Angel’s shoulders as his partner sipped at the tea he’d prepared. Hands with a subtle shake to them. But even with the congestion, Angel felt like he could finally breathe.

His head was still sore and it ached. But the warmth of the room, the lighting. Everything was just perfect. Alastor had made everything perfect— There were no glaring lights, no harsh noise of people talking.

Only comfort, quiet comfort.

As Alastor finished adjusting at the blankets, Angel blinked up at him with a soft smile, eyes drooped a little as he took another sip at the tea. 

Angel sniffled he shakily handed the cup to Alastor, the overlord putting it on the side as Angels eyes trailed to the bed. “Ya’ didn’t have to do that for me, y’know.” He said, voice low and hoarse. “Val’s just bein’ Val, I coulda handled it.”

He moved back on Alastor’s bed, an invitation for his partner to sit by him. One that was accepted as Alastor hummed, the two next to each other as Angel rested his head on him. Taking a moment to speak.

“Oh, I have no doubt you could’ve, but would you? You don’t need to suffer when I’m here, Darling.”

Angel blushed, more evident with fever as his persona faltered. Remark dying on his lips as his breath hitched with an irritating tickle, nose flaring as he brought his wrist to his nose.

“Hh–HkShh’!”

Blinking with an amused smile as he brought his hand to Angel’s hair, cold hand running down it and down his back, “Bless you, Dear.”

Angel sniffled, small groan as he leaned further into Alastor, “... Guh, I hate being sick.”

“If it’s any good to you, I do find you rather adorable when you’re like this.”

Rolling his eyes as he flopped down, head resting on Alastor’s lap as he blinked up at him tiredly, “Yeah, well, I ain’t feelin’ so adorable.” 

A small breath of a laugh as he shook his head, expecting a comment like that.

“... But Thanks, for gettin’ me outta there.” He said softly.

Alastor’s eyes glinting, a look more tender than he’d usually display. Moving his hand across Angel’s face, brushing through the odd stray loose hairs.

“Anytime, Darling.”

As Angels eyes began to close, at last he could finally relax.

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[Catch Your Death] (H/azbin H/otel) A/ngel D/ust x A/lastor [1000 Words]

Alastor glanced sideways, a small and amused expression tugging at the corner of his lips as he raised an eyebrow towards Angel, “You know, you didn’t have to come with me,” Voice smooth as he twirled his microphone in hand as they walked.

The pair currently on an outing, Alastor getting the urge to pick up something from his favorite butchers. Angel insistent that he wanted to go, trudging along side.

It was the colder parts of the year, as low of a temperature  Hell could get at the least. Instead of blazing warm the place got air could even be referred to somewhat as cold.

And with cold came sickness. Alastor’s glance turning away with a light shake of the head, bemused smile gracing his features.

The two in long coats, Alastor’s more burberry colored with Angel in a Hot pink, vibrancy as always, thick pink scarf wrapped around his neck, covering his mouth and nose. 

Angel turning his head with a harsh sharp turn to the side, a muffled sneeze into it. Turning not needed with how his face was practically covered, but doing it anyway. Sniffling with a small groan. 

Alastor’s hand resting on his back as they walked, aware of the unfortunate cold that had been plaguing him since before they’d stepped out the door.

As Angel sneezed again into the thick scarf Alastor gently  gave him a look, one that read as a reminder that they could turn back home at any time. He himself wasn’t all too bothered by the cold, he was dressed warmly for it.

Angel was too, but even he knew it probably wasn’t wise to be out here.

Angel’s expression changing with a scrunch of the nose, blinking away the blearyness from the constant sniffling. Shaking his head no as he mumbled spoke through the fabric, “What, and miss a chance to strut around with my favorite Deer? Not a chance, babe.”

His voice sounded thick with congestion, the usual sass and charm he usually displayed was almost entirely gone, muted by sickness.

Alastor’s voice crackled with a laugh, spiking as it echoed with the sound of radio static. A grin of amusement. “Well, as much as I admire your dedication, I’m starting to think maybe we should have stayed in. You’re sneezing far more than you’re breathing, My Dear.”

Angel let out another muffled sneeze into his scarf, grimacing as it was feeling more damper and less pleasant by the minute. Another small groan of frustration as he sniffled behind it, Alastor gently turning and hooking a finger between the space, pulling the scarf down so it wasn’t covering Angel’s face any longer. Angel flushing with a glance away.

“... Still, It’s gonna take more than some shivering to keep me down, besides. Who else is gonna keep you in check?” He grinned, voice wavering slightly as he sniffled louder again this time. Feeling his nose ran slightly as he hovered a hand over his face, searching his pockets and failing to hide his disappointment at them being empty. “Ugh, of course I’m outta tissues.”

Alastor paused their walking, eyes flickering over to him with an exasperated smile. and an ear twitch, “Caught in a bind, now are we?” Twirling his microphone again as he leaned on it, reaching deep into the pockets of his own coat with practiced ease, pulling out a neatly folded handkerchief, “Here, Darling.” Offering it to him, glint of amusement evident.

Unfurling it as he looked down at it. “Pink, really? I’m almost afraid to ask.” Voice teasing, but there was a fondness to it as well. Appreciating the gesture a lot more than he let on.

Bringing it up to his face, small inhale with a sharp sneeze, muffled by the sound of the frantic. Pulling it down with a sniffled, blinking with eyes a little watery, “Cute. Matches my eyes.” Glancing over to Alastor, who was looking oddly… Flustered? 

Angel paused, glancing down at it again, he looked down at it. Eyes narrowing with a small confused smirk as he examined the embroidered piece, pink with white stitching. Little spiderwebs in the corners. This was custom.

A mischievous glint flashed across his eyes as he grinned towards him, “Wait a sec, what’s with you having this anyway? Ya ain’t carrying it around just for me, are ya?” Alreading knowing, expression playful as he teased. Enjoying the rare moment of Alastor actually looking caught off guard.

Alastor’s composure wavering, a faint hint of red creeping over his features, barely noticeable but there. Looking away as he adjusted his tie as thought it needed straightening– it didn’t, but it gave him something to do as he tried to compose himself.

Alastor cleared his throat, voice a tad stiffer than before, “It’s just so happens,” He began, tone carefully measured, “That I’ve noticed that you frequently find yourself in need of one.” Words almost defensive, albeit the warmth hidden behind them.

Angel laughed, a bright genuine sound that echoed through the street, dabbing at his face again as he sighed with a grin, looking down as he sniffled.

“Aw, Al. You’re so sweet, I didn’t know you cared about me so much” Amused as he continued to beam. “But seriously, thanks.”

At his words, Alastor was able to regain some composure. Smile softer than the usual sharpness, blinking down at the ground at they passed the streets. “You’re most welcome, Dear. Though I do wish you’d take better care of yourself, perhaps invest in a warmer coat? You seem fully determined at attempting to catch your death out here.”

A snicker, “Eh, maybe.” Shrugging at the suggestion, sniffling loudly as he shook his head with denial, “But then, what would my excuse be to keep stealing your cute little cloths?” Winking as he stuffed the piece down the fluff of his chest, right near his heart.

“True enough, shall we? I want you home warm, after all.” Leaning closer as they approached the butchers. 

As Angel rested his head on the other’s shoulder with hands entwined, perhaps, being with Alastor was more than enough to keep the chills at bay.

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he cares

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Radio/Dust my beloved

can you stop putting angle and alastor together

this is literally a sneeze fetish blog, no.

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ra ra rasputin something something sour cream

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HELP

I always want to write angel saying "toots" because it's super cute when he says it & calls ppl it. but my brain always reads it in text as "toots" (the not cute, flatulent kind) so I will never do it.

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OMG IS RADIODUST NOT A COMPLETELY EXTINCT SPECIES?? THERE ARE MORE OF OUR KIND?? :00000

ive not been feeling so hot so i did myself a small self indulgent doodle while sick

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‏I am mohammed Ayyad, I am 17 years old, high school student, I have 7 brothers, including 4 girls and 3 boys and my mother.

‏Since the beginning of the war, my family and I have been displaced 4 times, each time more severe than the other.

‏The first is from Gaza City to Khan Yunis, and the second is from Khan Yunis to the shores of Bahr Khan Yunis, then to the city of Rafah, and then to an area called Al Qarara .

‏My house was completely destroyed , everything is under the rubble my childhood, my memories, my books, and my ambition and Many relatives and friends were killed and life was completely destroyed.

‏ so l please you to help me and help my family collect donations to evacuation the war zone, get out of Gaza safely, and complete my school studies, via my donation link.

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I Can’t stop putting this man in situations

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We’re no strangers to LOOOVE!!

Your gender is now the first randomized wikipedia article you get. No rerolls.

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Lute tries to hold back her sneezes, but only make it worse. I can see her trying to hide her weakness with all her force but only make her nose needing to exploted.

Just a little sketch of Lute, who need more love.