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♠️♥️ speaking of dragon dens: Blacksmith Steve wandering around the village woods when he quite literally falls into a cave onto a pile of gold. Inside is a dragon, black scales and sharp claws who's staring right at him. Before Steve can scream or runaway though, the dragon shifts into a man, “Wait! Don't go, I won't bite!” Turns out the man's name is Eddie and the two become unlikely friends whilst also setting up a deal: If Steve can forge him more gold or bring some back to him, Eddie will grant him a wish. Over the coming months Eddie's pile grows larger and the two fall in love and by the end of July, Eddie finally reveals what the gold is for. “I'm going to be hibernating soon and us dragons feed off of gold, and now I have plenty to keep me well for the winter. The taste is amazing, at least for me,” he explains. Eddie transforms into his dragon form and works his way through the literal mountain of riches he's attained, all of it melting together into liquid. He's finished just a fourth of his treasures when he falls asleep. In the morning he's back in his human form, thicker than he was the day before, and with the rest of the mountain to finish, there's no telling how big he'll end up. Steve never could figure out what it is he was going to wish for, who knows!

This is fun! What if they already know each other, though? Steve just doesn't realize that his kinda scruffy looking friends with the intense brown eyes and slightly too-sharp teeth is actually a mythical creature in disguise...

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(And a quick note first: Steve in this fic mostly interacts with Eddie's human form. He's in awe of his dragon side, but they're not actually physically, erm, compatible that way due to size difference. But, on the other hand, Eddie is a lone dragon, banished from the company of his kind because he was too interested in humans.

Eddie is the monsterfucker.)

Eddie comes into town sometimes in his human form, passing himself off as some sort of hermit who lives up in the mountains, and Steve is fascinated by the stories he tells in the tavern to anyone willing to listen (and buy him a drink). Everyone in Hawkins knows the legend of the black dragon, known as Munsfire or just Munson in the versions that actually mention a name, so a lot of people ask Eddie if he's seen it.

But Steve, who inherited the family forge when his father died and hasn't really had the luxury of wandering too far from it since, just wants to know what it's like beyond the town he's spent his entire life in. He asks if the wildflowers by Eddie's home are the same as the ones that grow around Hawkins. He asks how high into the mountains Eddie has climbed, how deep he's explored in their caves. Eddie answers it all and then some, often with a flair for the dramatic that makes Steve wonder how much of it is made up. Tells Steve how much more vivid the stars are when viewed from the steep meadows high above Hawkins' valley, and that alone sounds like magic.

"But I have never, not once," Eddie stresses frequently, "come face to face with a dragon up there."

Steve doesn't care about the legend, but he does want to see those stars. So one afternoon he finishes his work early and sneaks out of town to begin the long hike to the sky, figuring he can find a good spot by dusk and make his way back down the mountain at dawn's first light.

Only, just when he thinks he's found a good spot, he trips and falls down a deep crevice. The fall feels like it takes forever and the landing on a hard, non-rock yet very unforgiving surface knocks the breath and sense out of him for a moment. But Steve eventually climbs to his feet: deeply bruised, scraped, and sore, yet miraculously nothing broken.

However, he is face to face with a lizard-like beast taller than a one story home and longer than Hawkins' Main Street, so. Maybe he counted his chickens too early.

The dragon is sleek for something so huge, it's black scales with glimmers of iridescent red ranging from the size of Steve's palm to the size of his entire torso. Sharp teeth, sharp claws, and slitted pupils surrounded by dark irises that glitter like amber gold when the meager light in the cave hits just right.

The dragon regards him unreadably for a moment, then holds up one wicked claw that could easily skewer a grown man, and rumbles, "Wait."

It turns, winding and winding into itself until all that scaly bulk has somehow shrunk into itself and standing before Steve is a familiar figure in familiar black clothes and tattered traveling cloak.

"You can stay, if you like," Eddie says, pulling a lock of his human form's long curly hair across his face in a show of nervousness that Steve has never seen before. "I promise I'm not as mean and scary as I sometimes look."

"I know," Steve replies before really thinking about it, because he knows Eddie. He does give the pile of gold they're standing on top of a gentle kick though, sending coins clinking together. "So, never come face to face with yourself, huh? You never thought to snag yourself a gilded mirror while collecting all this?"

"Why, Blacksmith Steve," Eddie gasps in theatrical affront. "Of course I have. But that would be coming face to face with a reflection of a dragon, not the real thing. It's quite different, trust me!"

Steve chuckles, putting his hands on his hips. "Yeah, well, you'd be the expert, I guess."

Eddie shows him to some of the smaller adjoining caves, which although a bit dusty is perfectly serviceable for accommodating a human guest. Eddie gets a fire going in the rough-hewn hearth with a strike of his fingertips instead of a match, and Steve observes the way he seems more relaxed here in his own domain than he ever has in town. Not that he's tense in Hawkins, exactly, just…

He moves with a languid sort of unselfconsciousness and grace, while doing something so simple as sets a kettle to boil, that Steve has never seen before. Not from anyone else, certainly, and definitely not from any of the times he's witnessed Eddie indulge in a little too much ale and end up listing off the side of his bar stool.

So he asks about it, and Eddie turns to him with that sharp-toothed smile and then… moves? Steve's not sure, just knows that one moment the man-shaped creature was halfway across the cave and the next they're sharing air. Body heat, too—Eddie is radiating warmth, and it takes just about everything Steve has in him not to gravitate towards that.

What can he say? He's a blacksmith. He feels at home near a good heat source.

"Dragons are faster than humans, even in this shape," Eddie practically purrs, leaning an arm against the wall at Steve's back, just above his shoulder. "I try to tone it down when I'm around more of them." His dark amber eyes, which Steve is only just noticing have a kind of banked glow to them when you look up close, dip down for a fraction of a second, then back up to meet his gaze with sanguine smile, like he might eat Steve right up.

Except Steve is pretty sure that Eddie was just looking at his lips.

"It's been a while since I've had such a pretty thing in these caves. Could I perhaps interesting you in… staying the night?"

Steve has longed for adventure for so long, and Eddie's presence and tone are making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up but in a good way—the kind of way where he's noticed that Eddie is good-looking too. And his dragon form? Breathtaking. Maybe some day Steve will try branching out into glassblowing, try to recreate that dark, dangerous iridescence. Call it his version of a poem, since he's never been a that good with his words.

So he lets his eyelids dip, watching Eddie from beneath his lashes in what Steve thinks of as his 'come hither' eyes that always made the young maidens of Hawkins swoon, and says, "That depends. I won't have to sleep on a bed of gold, will I?"

"Oh, sweetheart." Eddie smirks. "I don't sleep on gold. I eat it."

Moments later he's dropping Steve on the softest mattress the blacksmith has ever encountered and kissing Steve within an inch of his life. And he shows him the stars alright—with a slightly forked tongue and strangely calloused hands and a dick that Steve swears must have been sculpted by angels, all night long.

In the morning, a very disheveled Steve Harrington stumbles down the mountain next to a bright and chipper Eddie, who pauses just inside the tree line to give Steve a long, involved kiss goodbye.

"One more thing," Eddie murmurs against Steve's lips.

"There isn't time for that," Steve whispers giddily back, even though his body is happily on board with being a little late to work for once—falling behind on his tasks be damned. He has apprentices, they can figure out how to start the day on their own.

"Oh, there's always time for that, sweetheart," Eddie teases, but draws away. "Remember when I briefly mentioned last night that I eat gold?"

Steve doesn't, because he'd already been thinking pretty exclusively with his dick by that point, but Eddie explains that yes, dragons collect and eat gold before hibernating through the cold winter months. And that if Steve brings him more gold, Eddie in turn will give him any other metal or precious stones he might wish for. As much as he wants, more than the gold he comes to trade is worth.

Eddie leaves him with directions to a less dramatic entrance to his caves—"I might not be there to slow your fall with my magic next time, Steve"—and one last kiss.

~

After that, any time Steve is paid in gold he treks up the mountain later that evening. Eddie makes a point of doing the trade first, filling Steve's pockets with unpolished gems and his rucksack with iron ore, before taking him to bed. Says he doesn't want Steve to feel like he's being paid for what they do together, that it's an honor just being allowed to touch and pleasure him at all.

Sometimes they spend their time together outside, under the brilliant stars, and Eddie tells him stories about the constellations. As the weather starts to turn chillier they spend more and more time inside instead, but that their fascination with each other or Steve's interest in Eddie's tales of exploring the wider world never cool.

"Sweeter than gold," Eddie calls him, over and over, growling it in his ear while bending Steve practically in half and whimpering it into his thigh between sucking him off and eating him out, from desperate to demanding and every way in between. "Sweeter than gold."

It's a while before Steve really gets to see what that means. He arrives later than usual one night; Eddie must have assumed not to expect him, because the only suggestion of his presence as Steve enters the caves is the sound of distant shuffling and metallic clinks. At first Steve thinks little of it, caught up in stirring memories of their last encounter when Eddie had held him up and fucked him good and hard against one of the smoother cave walls. But when his dragon (as Steve has taken to thinking of him, even though they haven't discussed what they are to each other and perhaps it's a liberty he hasn't earned, but… what Eddie doesn't know, and all that) fails to appear, Steve goes looking.

He finds Eddie in the treasure room, sprawled out in dragon form over the gold. The air in the room is thick with heat, Eddie practically glowing with it in a slow pulse that seems to keep pace with his labored breathing. Alarm spikes through Steve—but then he notices that perhaps a quarter of Eddie's hoard is missing. And that the dragon's stomach is distended, belly scales almost looking bigger they're so stretched across where his long and usually lithe form rounds out. Every movement is sluggish but calculated as Eddie rakes more of the gold closer, scooping it into his mouth. Steve watches in awe as the gold melts across the dragon's tongue, glow visible at the back of his throat before Eddie tips his head back to let the liquid metal run down into it. Another mouthful follows immediately, leaving himself little opportunity to make a sound, but his tail writhes and curls amidst the coins tellingly, even to Steve's human perspective.

Eddie is enjoying this. Not as vocally as he enjoys Steve, but with the same intense focus, the all-in quality of someone lost entirely to pleasure.

Sweeter than gold.

Before Steve even has a chance to react to this heady new understanding, one reptilian eye rolls around and fixes on him.

"Steeeve," Eddie rumbles, though neither the words nor his labored breathing sway him from his next mouthful. Or the next, but the lazy writhing increases. The eye slips shut but the pace of gold-to-maw increases for a moment until it's clear that he's struggling to keep going, though not from lack of want, and Steve is…

Steve is in awe. He'd been hovering around half hard ever since deciding to hike up here tonight, and that conditioned interest hasn't flagged at all. The fact that Eddie was so enthralled in consuming his treasure trove that the dragon struggles a little just to roll onto his side away from Steve, starting that curious trick of curling in on himself until the scales blur and lighten into cave-dweller-pale skin, is just as fascinating as Eddie swallowing around Steve's cock until his lungs force him to come for air. And even when Eddie has fully shifted into his human form, he still looks, well… full.

"Oh my god," Steve breathes, and hurries to him. "Eddie, are you—"

The dragon interrupts him with a long, drawn out belch as he struggles to sit up, hands clutching at his swollen pink belly where it juts out beneath the hem of his shirt and over the waistband of his dark trousers. There's a layer of softness on his frame that Steve doesn't remember being there at his last visit, just before the autumn air had started taking on more of a chill—though Eddie seems to be radiating far more heat than usual now, keeping the caves as warm as summer.

"Oooh, needed that. Hey sweetheart." His smile is lax, eyes a little glazed over, but he looks up at Steve with a familiar smouldering look. "Didn't know you were coming tonight so I started without you. Y'don't mind, do you?"

"No, I, it's fine," Steve rushes to assure him. He's finally gotten a hand on Eddie's back and helps lever him up to a sitting position. "So, you're… What's happening here?"

"Ready for you," Eddie says with that same lazy smile, draping one arm across Steve's shoulders and drawing him close enough that Steve can smell the heat and metal on his breath. It's always been there, a little, and it's not unpleasant but it's definitely sharper now. "Getting ready to hibernate, but need you now. Need to mate."

"Mate?" Steve repeats blankly. That's not… It's not a word he's heard Eddie use for what they do, is all. What the hell does 'mating' mean to a dragon, just a synonym for fucking or…? Meanwhile, he's trying to get Eddie to his feet but he is heavy.

Like he's just eaten literal tons of one of the densest metals available, and all of his usual dragon strength is going towards digestion and keeping his overladen stomach from literally falling out of his body.

Eddie just laughs at his attempts, sounding almost drunk. "Don't think I can move, Stevie, gonna have to do it here. C'mon, sweetheart..." He bites his plush bottom lip and Steve can't help but zero in on it. "I'm not full enough yet. I need you."

Okay, yeah, yep, this is happening. Steve eases Eddie's trousers off—struggling to pull them down his legs, lithe and lean the last Steve had seen him only a few days ago but now ever so slightly plump. And there's no way the fastenings at the waist will close again later, not with the way his lower belly spilled out to fill the gap as soon as Steve undid them. But Eddie's thighs are so sensitive, quivering with every brush of skin on skin, straining to open further every time. It makes getting the trousers off even more difficult, Steve keeps telling him, but still, every time, like he can't help himself. The rest of their clothes are easy by comparison.

They haven't done it this way before, but Steve has been on the receiving end often enough now that he knows what to do. Opens him up with slicked fingers to a chorus of moans and praise interrupted only by hiccups. Eddie hardly even seems to register them beyond grabbing at his belly to keep it from shaking around too hard, eyes rolled back in his head and clenching enticingly around Steve's fingers.

It should be too high a temperature for comfort. Eddie is hot to the touch all over, keeping Steve perfectly warm in the big cave without a stitch of clothing on; inside he should be an inferno, hundreds and hundreds of degrees to breach gold's high melting point and keep it sloshing around in his belly like that. But it should also be impossible to have expanded so much all over in just the few days.

Must be some sort of dragon magic, Steve decides as he explores the new curves of Eddie's human form with his free hand. The softness of his hips and sides. How his touch sinks in, even a little bit over his full-tight stomach that grumbles and burbles noticeably under Steve's palm, struggling with the gluttonous overload.

"I like you like this," he murmurs low in Eddie's ear, biting not-so-gently at the lobe in time with a stretch of his fingers, relishing the gasp it draws out. "Big strong dragon, got himself all needy and helpless for once." And feels—nerves at attention just in case helpless is a step too far for a creature that could easily bite him in half if he wanted—a thrill when Eddie whines and drags him into a messy kiss.

"Done it before," Eddie pants against Steve's mouth in between more kisses. "Every—hic—year. Do it every year. Never, mmm, never had anyone for during, before."

Steve is too worked up, cock too hard and throbbing to ask about other dragons, but he does wonder. From the start, Eddie has been adamant about there being no other dragons in the area. A tiny little voice in the back of Steve's head wonders, would this still be happening if…

And then Steve sinks in, and in, and in, Eddie's claws scrabbling greedily at him demanding more, faster, harder, and coherent thought goes out the window.

He watches the way Eddie moves with each thrust, the bounce of his belly and chest, new and fascinating, and he can’t help but slide both hands everywhere he can to grope and squeeze and touch. And it turns out that Eddie is sensitive all over, head thrown back with a cry and shaking with pleasure, clenching around Steve until all he can do is tip over the edge with him.

Quick, fast, and dirty, right there on the floor of the cave surrounded by piles and piles of more gold. A whirlwind of lust so overpowering that Steve doesn't notice at first that Eddie's sharp teeth sink into the join of his neck and shoulder—or rather, does notice, and the shock wave from it is what launches him headfirst into the pleasure still crashing through the form beneath him.

They spend the rest of the night on the curiously smooth floor of the treasure room where it's been cleared of gold, Steve spooning Eddie from behind with a possessive arm curled around his full belly.

~

Of course, Steve learns later that it wasn't just biting during sex for the sake of biting. Eddie sheepishly explains, once he's digested enough to be helped up and found bigger clothes to slip into and helped bandage the bite mark on Steve's neck, about dragon mating rituals and how he's considered a bit of a freak by the rest of his kind.

"Most of the others don't really care about humans," Eddie confides while Steve fixes himself breakfast. (When asked if he wanted anything, Eddie had put a hand on his still bloated middle and simply said not yet.) "But you're so… colorful. Interesting." He flutters his eyelashes teasingly at Steve. "Handsome to look at. If thinking that makes me a freak, then so be it, I'm a freak."

"When you say freak…"

"Oh, yeah, they banished me." Eddie shrugs, like it's no big deal, but Steve can see a crack in the facade that breaks his heart a little for his dragon. "Back when I was barely even fully grown. It's been a couple hundred years and the jokes on them, because these past months with you, Stevie… You make it all worth it." He bites his lip. "I should've warned you better about the pre-hibernation eating. It's hard to stop once I get going, it's just so good. The taste, and all that pressure building up, everything else just fading out of sight because it's not important. Nothing's as important as getting more until I physically can't anymore. That's why it's a time when most dragons take a mate, while giving over to the body's basest needs. Pure hedonism before the winter sleep. Sharing that with someone, it… it means a lot."

Steve feels amped up a little on the vivid description—he'd seen what Eddie is talking about after all. For fuck's sake, he'd gotten off to Eddie begging to be filled to the brim with more pleasure.

"The biting is a whole… ouroboros eating its own tail thing," Eddie continues. "Symbolizes becoming one unbroken circle together or whatever. It's probably not binding in the human world, and I did forget to ask before just, you know, going for it…"

"Because you wanted it so much?" Steve finishes, starting to smile as what Eddie is saying sinks in. That the ravenous, sensual feasting isn't something Eddie would share with just anyone—hadn't ever, he'd said, before him.

Steve has been worried that thinking of Eddie as his was too presumptuous, and now it sounds like Eddie's done the dragon equivalent of putting a ring on his finger.

"I want you," Eddie confirms. He reaches out and tangles his fingers with Steve's, tugging him away from the hearth for a moment to stand close enough for Eddie, still sitting, to rest his head against Steve's chest. "And I'm going to keep wanting you, so if you need to tie up any loose ends in town for the next week or so then you'd best hurry down now if you want to get back before nightfall. That's when I'll start feeling hungry again. But listen," he adds quickly, lifting his head to make eye contact and cutting off an attempt to say that of course Steve is coming back, is he kidding, "I'm going to get bigger from all that gold. It's extra noticeable in this form, so if you're not interested I, I'll understand, okay? The bite won't even scar if you don't want it to, at least that how it works with dragons, I don't know if anyone's ever tested it on humans because of the whole aforementioned freak and banishment thing—"

"Eddie," Steve interrupts finally, squeezing his hand. "Listen to me for a minute. I do have some things to wrap up in Hawkins, okay? My apprentices are about to get a hell of a promotion." He has every confidence in Lucas' metalworking capabilities, and Dustin isn't quite there yet but can easily run the business side of things. They'll make a good team. "And I'll be back before the sun sets, I promise."

Eddie's relieved hug is crushing and soft at the same time, and Steve kisses the top of his dragon's—his mate's—curly head.

He'd always wanted an adventure, something new and different; now, it seems, he's gotten everything he wants and then some.

~

The days that follow are a whirlwind. Steve learns how to safely hand feed Eddie the gold he craves in both forms, wearing special gloves so old that even his dragon doesn't know who made them—one of his most prized treasures besides his perfect mate, Eddie reminds him frequently with passionate, overheated kisses. Despite the weather slipping deeper and deeper into winter cold, their caves are so warm that Steve takes to wearing the bare minimum of threadbare shorts.

He's running out of those, though, because Eddie may be bigger and slower by the day but he still has his sharp claws and an insatiable impatience for having easy access to his mate when he wants him. And his tongue in his dragon form has a long reach.

Eddie barely leaves his treasure room anymore, in either form. His capacity grows with the rest of him, midsection leading the charge in two, then three blubbery rolls, but the rest of him far from unaltered. As a human he used to have a natural gap between his legs; now they touch even when spread. It's getting harder and harder to pleasure him directly—even longer since Eddie could reach to do it himself—so when Steve isn't touching his cock while he eats he rubs them together and jiggles the fat across his lap for stimulation. Even his chest has swollen and softened to rest on the shelf if his perpetually full stomach, biceps too thick to cross his arms over himself anymore, though why would he do that when he's so busy reaching for more? Always more.

And the sounds. A constant shameless stream of indulgent moans and satisfied sighs, the slurping of liquid metal and little overfill burps that slip out as Eddie rakes more gold closer to keep digging in. The way he pats and slaps himself (or begs Steve to do it for him) for more room, panting and huffing around mouthfuls. The groans and weak struggles of his beached form whenever he has to break from mindless binging to wriggle to the next pile in the cavern.

They sleep, whenever Eddie's greedy belly lets them, in piles of blankets that Steve has brought in from their bed-cave to form a kind of nest. For his own meals, Steve relies on the stockpiled collection of food in the hearth-cave, with fresh water he carries by the bucketful from a subterranean river in one of the deeper chambers.

More and more often, Eddie is already awake again and back to gorging himself by the time Steve returns, too hungry to wait. Whines for more when he eats up everything within reach, and cries big, steaming tears when he's too full to take another bite but still wants. Sometimes he can get around that a little bit by switching forms, so they often end each feeding with human-shaped Eddie laying immobile in their nest and Steve feeding him with one hand, exploring and fondling him with the other. In human form, the underside of his gut is so sensitive that Eddie has come just from Steve raking blunt human nails along the skin, and his deep belly button is so much easier to thrust into than rolling him over for access to his ever-widening ass. He has stretchmarks everywhere, and Steve kisses and traces each new one that forms with his tongue. As a dragon, his dark scales stretch apart to reveal charcoal-colored, powdery-soft skin with thin but gleaming veins of buttery gold. Steve kisses Eddie there too, breathing in the woodsmoke and red hot forge smell of him.

Eventually, it gets to the point where Eddie is sleepier and sleepier. He's always eating, always laboring for breath, always growing, always thinking about more. He comes in Steve's hand without slowing down, keeps accidentally shifting to his dragon form without warning—"It'll be soon," he tells Steve on the tail end of a drowsy yawn. "Hibernation time's creeping up. 'M gonna, urrrrrp, gonna miss you while I'm sleeping, Stevie."

"I'll still be here," Steve murmurs, pressing the promise into his dragon's bulging cheek. He's pressed into the generous rolls of Eddie's side, clothes long given up for not fitting so they can be skin to skin (or skin to scales) essentially all the time. It's been quite the honeymoon, honestly, and when he's not touching Eddie he's touching the bite mark. Whenever he catches a glimpse of his reflection in the odd gilded mirror or polished metal, he admires the healed but still vivid marks with a mix of pride and bliss. It will be a reminder, while Eddie sleeps. Something of his dragon he'll always carry with him.

Steve's only regret is that he can't return the bite with his blunt human teeth, but he has a plan. As soon as Eddie succumbs to sleep full-time, he'll spend his mornings and early afternoons in Hawkins working on an iron necklace with a bite-shaped oval on one side, carefully constructed to mimic the actual imprint of his teeth.

By spring, he'll have two ready, one for each of his love's forms and adjustable enough to grow into when the colder months come to round him out again.

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[askabyssprincesslumine]

You wish to do romance?

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“I do, but the man my heart has settled for has probably moved on in these years. Probably doesn’t even remember me.”

She shrugs, continuing to scroll through her dash and all the sickening romance on it.

“Oh well. Such is the nature of my life.”

[thatfoullegacy]

When it comes to strangers, you'd normally ask them if they could do something for you (like remove their hat so it's easier for you to talk to them) instead of just going in and taking the hat off yourself. It can be a bit jarring of an experience when you do that, since you're un-consentually breaching their personal space (which normally fine to do with friends, to an extent)

Think of it like the handshake being you letting a cat sniff your hand, while messing around with their clothes/randomly touching them anywhere else is like turning the cat around without permission to rub their belly. That's the best way I can think of describing it

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“Ah, I see! I never thought of it that way! I’ll definitely keep that in mind for next time!

[ruvonix]

POINTS AT YOU 🫵

Do you have any further information about your House of Cards AU, it seems really cool :)

AUGH 🫵🏼

I mean sort of? It’s a work in progress heuheuheu-

All I know is that the cards they wields kinda like A window to other dimensions.

Ingo is more of a magic magic type of guy, having fire mixed with his shows and etc

Meanwhile emmet is more on physical magic, like cards, and illusions

I’m sure both of them can do it all but they just like to focus on the things their good at-

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♤♡WELCOME TO THE RUBY HALO!◇♧

♤♡nice to meet you, im the owner of the casino, Laroux Vion◇♧

*a little white dog runs up to you and starts chasing its tail*

♤♡oh, that's blackjack, the assistant manager. Aren't they so cute?◇♧

*blackjack runs off until you cant see them anymore*

♤♡ah, sorry about that. Where was i? Oh yeah, you can call me Rue, i go by any pronouns, so good luck trying to misgender me, haha◇♧

♤♡anyways the casino has a few rules. people who are going to try and be an ass aren't allowed. Next is that the owner (me) has boundaries that must be obeyed, such as no touching unless you ask first. You may flirt, but remember, the mod is 15-16, and if you are asked to stop, you must stop, if you decide to not follow the rules here you will be delt with accordingly by the assistant manager◇♧

*blackjack prances toward Rue as they do a simple hand gesture, blackjack responds to that with a growl and a fighting stance*

♤♡good puppy jackie, you can relax now, i think they get the point◇♧

*Rue pulls out a little treat for blackjack and hands it to them*

♤♡oh, where are my manners, as you might be able to tell i am a demon, sent to earth by Satan himself, and gifted this casino to tempt mortals into sinning, with the recent development of the internet, we thought it was time to change things up a bit, by giving me the option to become a text doctor!◇♧

♤♡more info below the cut since this is really long sorry◇♧

♤♡this is what i look like in text doctor form◇♧

♤♡but when im not temping the mortals through the internet, you can see me in the casino like this◇♧

(heres the link to the picrew i used)

♤♡and sometimes you'll see me in a more masculine outfit such as a suit◇♧

(heres the picrew i used for blackjack)

and last but not least, my tagging system

#♥️ highrollers || regulars

#♦️beginners luck || anons

#♠️ the pit boss || ic

#♣️ away from the table || ooc

#🎰 jackpot || lore

#🎲 rolling the dice || art

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[everdreamtheseclowns]

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CONT’D BELOW CUT!! (Including character intros, basic etiquette, boundaries, etc.)

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“Now that you’re here, let’s talk about the two circus freaks that this account is reallly about! (I mean…sure, i’m apart of this whole thing too, but…c’mon, read the room!)”-🛸

“Let’s start off with the big man himself—The night hag, The primordial chucklenuts from the void, The grin reaper! The-“-🛸

“The clown that’ll be the reason you end up in a horrifically overdue grave?” -🃏

“…well dang, i was just hamming you up! No need to get your taco in a twist, man!” -🛸

“Mmmmhmm~ that’s what i thought, Titor. Now make like an egg n’ beat it for me. Lest i end up scramblin’ you like one!”-🃏

“SO not cool, dude… but i’ll dip.”-🛸

“Good, good…now…”-🃏

♠️🃏”What say you to a little GAME?”🃏♦️

MEET UNLIKELY! (AKA The Nightmare Clown)

(Biologically) 100+ years old, (Physically/Mentally in his late 30s-early 50s

Voice Headcanon: DJ Grooves (AHiT)

Speech indicator: signed with 🃏, ♠️/♦️ + RED text!

He isn’t the sweetest ball of sunshine around, feel free to expect the worst from him. He’s just peachy when he wants to be though

He likes human contact! Go ahead, approach the clown! he won’t bite! (Reverse psychology woooooo)

A sore winner and a sore loser. A sore player even. Every last ounce of him is sore. Yeah.

The only thing bigger than himself is his ego. Followed by his appetite, greed, and sportsmanship (or rather the lack thereof). All of which are at an unrecordable size.

Despite his knack for bloodshed, and all things carnage, he has a strong sweet tooth! He favors the more sugary cuisines (Cotton candy, cake, ice cream, anything that stands out to him)

Totally doesn’t secretly run an underground society of mortals wearing clown masks that devote their entire existence to him

.★⋅.──────.˳★˳.──────.⋅★.

“…What’s the fun in playing all these games if you know you’re going to win? It’s kind of anticlimactic methinks”-🛸

“What isn’t the fun ‘bout it? It’s definitely funner when you don’t got a pathetic lil’ morsel in your ear screamin’ about some “YoUr gAmE iS rIgGeD!!””-🃏

“Heyyyy!!! I don’t scream like that :c”-🛸

“I don’t mind it one bit though! After all, it ain’t like they’re gonna be screamin’ their heads off any longer—once they’re CUT CLEAN OFF!”-🃏

“True, however, there’s a possibility that they’d still be alive for a short duration of time afterward, considering that bodiless heads can still function semi-properly, albeit for only a few seconds. But yes, they physically be incapable of screaming post-decapitation.”-🤡

“Hey! Where’d you come from?”-🛸

“…”-🤡

“Ya see? I even got my own second in command to back me up! Where’s yours, Titor? Scared her off or somethin?”-🃏

“…moving on.”-🛸

“It’s…!”-🛸

♣️🤡”ANON!”🤡♥️

MEET “ANON”!

⚠️NOTE: “Anon” is a PLACEHOLDER NAME for the Clown Mask man in TNMN. This character has no official name as of the moment this is all being typed. This section is subject to change in the future, if any more information regarding this guy’s identity is revealed in the tnmn canon.⚠️

33 years old. (8/11/1922)

Voice Headcanon, in the cases where he rarely speaks out: L Lawliet (Death Note)

Speech indicators: signed with 🤡, ♥️/♣️, BLUE text + small letters

Small text will be used for his speech, since i headcanon him to speak in a very soft tone, by default. Only ever raising his voice when experiencing intense, overwhelming emotions

Isn’t good with presenting himself, and social cues. Has trouble communicating his thoughts, and feelings properly—considering how many would assume, upon initial meeting, that he lacks them.

Unlikely’s right hand man. Does errands and chores for the Big Top, all the while luring pedestrians into playing his boss’s inevitable games.

Rarely speaks, unless talking in regards to his boss (Unlikely), or to add onto a conversation

Knows too much. The government fears him.

Is neighbors with Chester, knew him before the incident occurred (2/9/1955), but didn’t become proper friends with him until then.

When he isn’t talking, he’d normally either write his thoughts out, draw, or reply with simple gestures.

.★⋅.──────.˳★˳.──────.⋅★.

“Alright, Chestnut. You’re up…”-🃏

“Oh? Already?? Cool beans!”-🛸

“Yea, yea…don’t go all grandiose, grandpa. This ain’t about you, y’hear?…”-🃏

“Ughh,, fiiine…”-🛸

“But lemme just…ahem…”-🛸

“ohh boy.”-🃏

“Salutations, dudes, dudettes, and every single solidarity pixel of the world wide web! It’s (as seen on the news) Time-Traveler…

🐄🛸CHESTER TITOR, HERE!!🛸👽

47 years old (6/24/1908)

Voice Headcanon: Fiddleford McGucket (Gravity Falls)

Speech Indicators: Occasional typing quirks/modern “slang”, 👽/🛸/🐄, PURPLE text

He was on the daily newspaper. Twice! Such an achievement, i know.

Rots the brains of civilians nationwide with his obscure 21st century Pop/Internet culture references

Has an exact 42% chance of popping up during asks, even if they don’t have anything to do with him.

May or may not be friends with Aliens

.★⋅.──────.˳★˳.──────.⋅★.

“Well, that’s just about enough out of us! Next stop: basic rules and etiquette! Bye-byeonara!”-🛸

BLOG RULES ──★ ˙♣️ ̟ !!

Basic blog rules:

The blog will open and close every so often to prevent influxes of asks. If there’s a lack of asks at the time of closing, they’ll stay open for a day or two

No Anonymous asks, for now. This fandom (TNMN) has a bad problem with anons and askboxes, as one who’s been in the Tumblr community for a while now should know. As per the beginning of this askblog’s existence, I’ll be keeping Anonymous asks off, for safety reasons.

Though i accept and often play into suggestive jokes about the three (🛸,🃏,��), borderline N$F₩ asks will be discarded. The person running this askblog (@gabbbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ) is a MINOR!!

If i end up discarding or never answering your ask, it’s possibly because I was uncomfortable with it. I hate to do it, but. Yeah.

I may be on/off with this blog due to real life issues (in this specific case, School and other projects.) BUT i will make time for it though!

Please note that most of the stuff i make these characters say and do are based around HEADCANONS!! Their actions and thoughts aren’t entirely correct, unless proven otherwise by canon (or by Nachosamagames himself). However, i attempt to stay as close to whatever goes on in said canon as possible, aside from throwing in my theories and personal twists in there.

[2becomeinourhearts]

AVENTURINE NPTS

❥ SUGGESTED BY : 🦚 ANON

plain text is under the cut

❥ NAMES : KYANITE , AGATE , CHRYSOCOLLA , KUNZITE , SORREL , ZIRCON , AMETRINE , ANDESINE , TANZANITE , TYRIAN , KUZCO , AKSEL , LANAI , AZURITE , KEANU , ROUX , PYROPE , EKKO , ACE , FARO , ISMARALDA

❥ PRONOUNS : GAMBLER / GAMBLERS , GEM / GEMSTONE , STONE / STONEHEART , CORNER / STONE , ALL / IN , POKER / POKERS , POKER / FACE , LUCK / LUCKS , CHIP / DECLARE , JACKPOT / JACKPOTS , ♥️ / ♦️ , ♠️ / ♣️ , 🃏 / 🃏S

❥ TITLES : THE GAMBLER , THE GAMBLING GEMSTONE , [PRN] WINNING HAND , [PRN] POKERFACE , MEMBER OF THE TEN STONEHEARTS , [NAME] OF STRATAGEMS , [PRN] FORTUNE , THE TABLE TURNER , [PRN] UNSURPRISING WIN , [PRN] GOING ALL IN

[PT: Aventurine Npts

Names: Kyanite, Agate, Chrysocolla, Kunzite, Sorrel, Zircon, Ametrine, Andesine, Tanzanite, Tyrian, Kuzco, Aksel, Lanai, Azurite, Keanu, Roux, Pyrope, Ekko, Ace, Faro, Ismaralda

Pronouns: Gambler/Gamblers, Gem/Gemstone, Stone/Stoneheart, Corner/Stone, All/In, Poker/Pokers, Poker/Face, Luck/Lucks, Chip/Declare, Jackpot/Jackpots, ♥️/♦️, ♠️/♣️, 🃏/🃏s

Titles: The Gambler, The Gambling Gemstone , Pronoun Winning Hand, Pronoun Pokerface, Member of the Ten Stonehearts, Name of Stratagems, Pronoun Fortune, The Table Turner, Pronoun Unsurprising Win, Pronoun Going All In END PT]

[wizardsgallery]

davekat stimboard~ for anon

♥️ ♠️ ♥️ / [🐦‍⬛] [🖊️] [🦀] / ♥️ ♠️ ♥️

[heartnosekid]

tarot decks for anon!

🃏-♠️-🃏 / ♥️-🃏-♣️ / 🃏-♦️-🃏

[scoops-aboy86]

♠️♥️ again [sorry for basically flooding your inbox] but one more!

YouTube duo Steve and Eddie typically do challenges for views: Wearing only pink for a month, sneaking into festivals, pranks, etc. One day they put up a poll for their fans to decide their next challenge and the top option is: Eating fast food only for two months. All the money they make is donated, and they each will be logging any changes or affects throughout the challenge. Steve chooses Jack in the Box, Omega Burger, and Dairy Queen as his choices while Eddie chooses Jollibee, KFC, and Burger King.

Eddie's always had a fast metabolism so he's able to make it through the challenge with only an extra pound or five, but Steve not only wasn't gifted with a fast metabolism, but he's got a big appetite. First couple weeks go by and he's reported feeling a little heavy, his cheeks bloated from all the sodium while Eddie is feeling fine. By the end of month 1 they do a side by side comparison wearing the same clothes as when they started and it's no secret that Steve's struggling to keep his jeans zipped. Month 2 comes and goes and by the end of the challenge that boy is plump, doughy, and hooked on onion rings 🍔🍟🌭

Haha this ask is from April, oops. 2067 words!

“And that’s a wrap!” Eddie taps the touchpad on his laptop ending the recording, then swivels away from the filming setip with a huge grin. “We did it man, challenge complete!”

Steve gives a little whoop, then presses a fist briefly over his mouth to stifle a burp. His other hand drifts lazily down to his midriff, where his polo has ridden up over the course of filming. He hadn’t been allowed to pull it down while double-fisting the last treats of the two month ordeal they’d assigned themselves. 

Well, not allowed was a bit of a stretch. It had technically been in the stated rules, but the truth was he’d never spared it a single thought, too consumed with consuming more. 

He burps again as he rubs over his belly, and it tastes like onion rings. 

“Do we have any more?” he whines. “I don’t feel full yet.”

Eddie, already halfway through downing a fresh water bottle to wash the grease from his own taste buds, pauses with his head cocked to one side. “Steve, buddy… the challenge is over. You don’t have to keep eating that shit.”

“It’s not shit, they’re good,” he protests. “I like the crunch and then how it’s soft, and kinda sweet.” Another burp escapes him, stomach gurgling, and he drops his head back on the couch with a groan. His greasy fingers paw at his belly where it’s already peaking out over the shorts he’s had to unbutton a while ago for the final push, soft flab springing and settling outside the body-warmed metal teeth of the spread zipper. “Mm, yeah that’s better…”

Seemingly oblivious to how Eddie is staring at him, he rubs both hands over his newly freed belly, squeezing and massaging over the hairy skin with a sigh, rubbing at his red stretch marks. Spreads his thicker thighs a little further so they don’t touch—a feat that’s been increasing steadily in difficulty for the past few weeks—so his paunch can hang a little freer. He doesn’t even seem to care that the shorts are tight over the tops of his thighs too, practically painted on where they ride up. In the back, if he were to stand up (something he hasn’t done for a few hours now), they barely contain the lower curves of his ass cheeks. 

“We do have more,” Eddie admits slowly, eyes locked onto his friend’s hands and the way his belly bulges around where each finger pushes into the heavy mass, a layer of softness despite how overfed he is. 

For the challenge, of course. It’s just for likes and attention. They do this shit all the time. Have done for longer than they’ve really been friends, ever since Henderson introduced them years ago…

“Bring it,” Steve demands, and Eddie is out of his chair before he’s even quite registered why. 

He should start editing what they’d just filmed. There’s graphics and stats and sound effects to add, everything they’d half talked over beforehand, right up until Steve had gotten impatient and whined to be able to just start eating already. 

Right up until Steve had gotten hungry. 

There are two stages to it: the regular non-italicized kind, and then the kind that comes with special emphasis, not to be ignored. When the latter hits, Steve’s inner mean girl really comes out to play. Sometimes Eddie lets it, because he finds that side of Steve really entertaining. Right now, he just… wants to give those drooping hazel puppy dog eyes whatever they’ve set their sights on. 

And that’s the last greasy bag from the diner down the street. Steve leans forward with a grunt to snatch it from Eddie’s outstretched hand, sets it on his distended belly like a makeshift table, and rips his way in. Moans a little in satisfaction as the first bite hits his tongue and he chews quickly, getting it down while already bringing another to his lips. 

It had been like this when they’d started too, minus the obvious bloat and all the grease spots and crumbs adorning Steve’s rucked-up polo. Steve eats like he hasn’t seen food in days, which is absolutely not true. Now that Eddie thinks about it, he’s been going pretty much nonstop since their last filming a few days ago. Always with a snack or something to drink in one or both hands, always getting extra at meals, always suggesting dessert after dinner and lunch and, last Sunday, even after brunch. If Eddie thinks about it too much it makes his head spin a little too close to something he’s been avoiding for a while, when it comes to Steve—because things are good. They’re roommates and best friends (a title he’s content to share with Steve’s platonic other half, Robin, because she’s cool and a lesbian and puts up with Eddie’s gay dick jokes with a hilarious amount of exasperation that’s never not funny) and their YouTube channel on top of their day jobs earns them just enough to cover all the bills. 

He’s just standing there watching as Steve continues to stuff himself, breath coming heavier and heavier because they’ve already been going for an hour—and that was on top of Steve’s penchant for inhaling a big breakfast every morning. It’s not just dedication to the bit, Eddie has come to realize. 

Steve likes this. 

Maybe it should have been a clue when Steve had suggested adding this particular challenge to the poll in the first place, but viewers always liked it when Steve ate weird shit on camera. So maybe Eddie was a little slow on the uptake, especially after the first time Steve had offered a belly rub to help him with the ache after their first round of way too much greasy food and then, once done, had flopped back and said a little too eagerly, Okay now my turn. 

“Fuck, yeah,” Steve is panting now. “Feels… full. Getting there. How do… how do I look, Eds?”

Eddie’s mouth is suddenly dry. Maybe because it’s been hanging open for a minute. “Big,” he says simply. Dazed. 

Steve shudders. “E-eddie, c’mere…” And flaps one onion-ring laden hand until Eddie gets with the program and comes closer. Closer. Until he’s bracketed by Steve’s knees, his friend laid out before him and still feeding himself while maneuvering him into place, then—

One of Steve’s legs hooks around and pulls Eddie forward so fast he stumbles, practically falls on the guy. The diner bag squished between their chests, jarred enough to spill some fried treats and a spray of crumbs over Steve’s shirt and collarbones and the little peak of chest hair at the bottom of the polo’s v. Knocking against Steve’s full belly, causing him to groan and belch right in Eddie’s face. That leg still there, rubbing against Eddie’s flat ass through his dark jeans that he still fits into just fine… but Steve had been doing a lot of eating that the challenge didn’t even call for on his own time, hadn’t he?

“Fuck,” Eddie gasps, giving in and plastering himself to his roommate, his best friend, his co-star. The guy who, on the surface, he has literally nothing in common with. Who Eddie has always found objectively attractive, and now that he’s writhing and panting and pushy underneath him Steve is somehow even more hot. 

“Yeah,” Steve whines through a mouthful of more food. “Yeah, Eds, feels s-so good, get—” He wiggles his hips, weakly trying to press their cocks closer together, but his belly is in the way.

“Up,” Eddie growls, fingers curling under the waistband of Steve’s criminally tiny shorts that he’s fucking going commando underneath. “Let me up, Steve, so these can come off.”

The message gets across. Suddenly free, Eddie repositions himself and yanks hard on the shorts, dragging them from under Steve’s bubble ass and down his legs only to leave them dangling sluttily from one ankle. 

Close enough. 

Eddie leans down, caging Steve in, nipping hard at one of his earlobes. “This what you had in mind, your majesty?”

Even though Steve always complains about the King nickname from high school, back when they’d been passive enemies rather than friends, he doesn’t seem to mind it now. Just crams more in his mouth while nodding frantically, letting out a food-muffled, “Muh-huh!”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Eddie spits in one palm and reaches down around the gut hanging in between them to take Steve in hand—and he’s already so slippery with precome that Eddie could’ve skipped a step there. “Thought I didn’t know you were sneaking snacks into your room?”

Steve gasps. “It, it was all fast food delivery, I didn’t break the rules, mmmh!”

Eddie had just cut him off by shoving the nearest hand with an onion ring into Steve’s open mouth, then covering it swiftly with his own. “Damn right you didn’t break the rules,” he growls, and has to hold back a groan as Steve bucks wildly up against him. Takes a second to rub Steve’s dick against his where it’s still trapped in his jeans, rough denim on fevered, throbbing skin. “I would’ve called you on it if you had. But the challenge is over now, sweetheart, so I have to wonder what wild hair got up his royal highness’s ass to make him feed himself til he’s bursting out of his own clothes. Are you that fucking greedy, Steve?” 

That gets him a frantic nod, Steve’s pretty eyes rolled back in his head, working himself up to laboriously swallow behind Eddie’s hand now because he is stuffed, butting up against his limit and still trying to chew his way through it.

“Yeah, you are. Even looking like you do, that good boy smile that makes everybody swoon, playing it up on our channel because you just preen over the idea of all that attention… and you still want more eyes on you? Want more of you to put eyes on, get that attention by flaunting how you’re spilling out of what you’re wearing for everyone to gawk at? All it took was two months and already you’re so fucking big, even when you’re not shoveling more in. Fuck, I should’ve kept the camera on, you should get to see what you’re doing to yourself, gorging on shit you don’t need like a needy whore—”

Steve goes rigid, and comes. 

“Oh fuck,” Eddie mutters, and yanks his hand off Steve to attack his own belt. Fucking—complicated—thing, he’s throwing it out after this, it takes so goddamn long to get his dick out and strip it with fingers still dripping with Steve’s pre, and reach his own peak. Strokes desperately with his head bowed in singular concentration while he adds to the mess on Steve’s heaving belly, the red stretch marks that he wants to lick, will as soon as he’s done milking white-hot pleasure out of his core that had been building without his realizing it for god only knows how long. 

With an exhausted string of curses, he slumps to the side next to Steve, pressed against him on the couch. His dick twitches and slowly starts to go soft where it’s squeezed between Eddie’s body and Steve’s budding love handle, which surely the press of Eddie’s open jeans are going to leave indents in. Maybe if he’s lucky, Steve will let him kiss those soft marks before they disappear. 

“I don’t think I could get up if I tried,” Steve whispers, sounding both spent and awed. “Eds. I think y’killed me.”

“No one’s going anywhere,” Eddie mumbles back, snuggling up. “You gotta digest, and then we’ll see about cleaning up this mess you made.”

Steve makes an indignant sound without bothering to open his eyes—Eddie knows, because he has one eye cracked open a sliver to check. (He also has a hand cupped over Steve’s gurgling middle, trying to gauge how long it might be before Steve wants more.)

“You helped,” Steve points out with a pout. “I couldn’t have done it without you. If I get fat, you helped. The way he says the words, it’s like he’s tasting them and finding he loves the flavor. Like he’s savoring it. 

There’s still a ton of editing to do. That’s Eddie’s job. But… this can be just theirs a little longer. 

The viewers can wait their fucking turn before they get their eyefull of Eddie’s guy. 

Permanent tag list (ask to be added or removed): @hotluncheddie @hiei-harringtonmunson @sofadofax @victorclays @oatmilk-vampire

@wheneverfeasible @hamiltonswiftie @grtwdsmwhr @yesdangerpls @theseaofdespair

@ape31

[askabyssprincesslumine]

[offers you cola]

:‹

-♠️❤️

"Ah, Thank you."

[gabbbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy]

mama a girl behind YOU♥️♠️♦️♣️

Do we fw Eat You by Caravan of Thieves chat yea or nay…

heh…You could say…”Anon” is gonna get…”Eat-on” by Unlikely!..heh..

Gets the whole supermarket thrown at me

[ducksydoodlesofficial]

Duckz Rule masterlist: (ordered oldest to most recent)

Hazbin Hotel doodles

how to draw Alastor

JAMBALAYA!!!

Cannibal!!

alastor likes.. ducks??

sticker page #1

nope .

again, nope

stickers page #2

Cutesy Alastor

Christmas Radioapple

ummmmmm ok

Nifty doodle page

Christmas-Lucifer

after work Doodle #1

Bambi, that you? aka my most popular for some reason

I had to buy him a happy meal at 10:30 -.-

Box.. I mean Vox

Alastor being a deer #1

I seriously still don't know

Work doods #1

Work doods #2

Alastor ref page

is that a falcon? again??

sticker page #3

Vox is...still... the hottest

Zestial teaches wittle Al how to use his magic awwww

sticker page #4

Alastor doodle with Eaglebones

It's world radio day!

"I hope in separate boats"

Habin Hotel Fullcolor art

2p Alastor #1

alastor #1

Vox is mean >:(

thanksgiving

Testing coloring

Human alastor

strawberry p-i-m-p

header

I don't like this one

He looks like my bosssss

Al and 2p Al

New Year's yessssssss

He's so silly

Voxxy

Miss Bomb

Vox and Al should be friends

soooo excited for season 2!!

Holy duck I sucked LOLZ

Valentine's Day- Alastor

Love my ace boi!! (Every fullcolorart onward is tagged with "but maaaax")

Alastor #3

Valentine's Day ♠️♥️

Hazbin Hotel Comics

scrapped comic page 1

scrapped comic page 2

Chick dayz part 1

chick dayz part 2

shopping

Lyme's awareness 0.o

Rings popped

Dreams=shattered (radiosilence)

is that a--- FALCON? *gasp*

ice skating (radioapple)

Nifty and Alastor shenanigans

Rosie meets Vox

DesPAcito VoxVal

Candy---? (radioapple)

Alastor canNOT deal with hot

missed it by that much...

Mountain dew rockz 🤟

Random comic set #1

Other fandoms doodles

Invader Zim/Hazbin

Alastor>Bill Cipher

Blackhat (villanous)

First time I watched TADC

Me and my Siblingssss

Bro's cute alastor

my sister drew Cherrisnake reeeeeeeeee *dies*

My brother's art is ON TOP

My bro slays at art

so does my sis!!

Random

ship poll 0.0

is that a falcon??

alastor has a tail-?

Random OC

Who's hottest?

Random Hazbin screenshot

Hell's greatest screencap

Clay Art #1

BEANZYYY

Best writer

clay art #2 Fizzy and Ozzy

It's been 7 years! (months)

Merch rant #1 ❤️

Would radiosnake be as popular as radioapple

Parallels- radioapple

AQUABATS (THIS is the only one you can visit, Beanzy)

Hottest poll

Art trade #1

Holy Heck that took forever 0_0.

Peeps giving me ducks/asks!

Thanks Beanzbones

You're so sweet Anon 🥺

How I draw Alastor

I think I improved, Ya'll

My car 👇 My duck 👇.

And that's it ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

[husk-not-whiskers]

Day 7…. Closing up shop.

The party is over. Only few remain. The show has come to close. All things come to an end.

Husk looks across the hotel, it’s late. He’ll be going to sleep soon. But one more round of drinks is always fun.

♥️♠️♦️♣️ 🂱 ╰ ─┉─¡! • !¡─┉─ ╯ 🂱 ♣️♦️♠️♥️

Wow. First of all. Thank you. Thank you all so much. I love and appreciate every single one of you. I’m tearing up even writing this. Well… typing… I fucking love you all so much. I may not know you. You may only be an anon I’ve talked to once. But I think about you. I think about you all so much. I’m going to miss you. I REALLY REALLY am

None of you understand just how much this means to me. That’s why I need to take a break. I love you. I really really really do. I want you to understand I’m not leaving because I hate you, it’s the opposite. I love you all too much. I need to focus on my health and life. I’ve got some serious stuff coming up and I need to focus on it. I plan on coming back in April. But I don’t know. Life really loves to fuck me over. You can still send asks, I’ll read them. I’ll love and cherish them. I may even answer a few of them before April, but I won’t be here like I am now. I’m going to sign out of this blog so I can’t get to it. Well atleast make it a bit more difficult. I won’t really be online all that much. But if you need me, shoot me a dm on main. A month doesn’t seem that long… but on the internet, a lot sure can happen.

“Let's say goodbye with a smile, dear

Just for a while dear we must part

Don't let this parting upset you

I'll not forget you, sweetheart”

Sappy thank you’s under cut

Let’s start with the guy who started it all. @.heybabeshru the one who got me to even make this blog in the first place. Who runs the @bad-boy-lover nifty blog! None of this would’ve happened without you. Without your kind words and encouragement I wouldn’t have made all these wonderful new friends. I’m truly grateful I got to cross paths with you.

And Ivory. Who runs the @alastor-radiodemon blog. There’s so much to say! I mean you and Rat were the first to interact with me. Make me feel welcome and a part of this whole thing. The way you write Alastor is so raw and real in this way I just can’t describe. You genuinely feel like the characters you write. I’m so glad I met you. I’m so glad I get to call you my friend.

@hazbinhoteloc-ninlil you are one of the bravest and kindest people I know. Without you, I doubt I would’ve been able to even call ivory my friend. Your mind is delightfully intriguing. The plots and stories you are able to come up with are truly magical.

To everyone in the discord, thank you.

@angeldust-real wow! Where to start? I just love your portrayal of angel so much. I’m at a loss for words. Seeing you in my notifications always puts a smile on my face

@dohdahradioanon man I mean, fuck I’m hooked on whatever you’ve got going on. Your character is so mysterious. Gyah I just love it so much

@mielles-lounge this whole event wouldn’tve happened with out you. I don’t know you all that well. But it’s been a pleasure

@ifyouthinkyouregettingaway I haven’t known you very long, but fuck. I love your Vox so much. And I’d love to continue role playing with you when I come back.

@redislonely I mean, what is there to say. I don’t know you all too well, but you’re certainly someone I can’t wait to get to know better. 

And to all of you. I love you dearly. If you ever need me, DMs are open. And I’d love to discuss plots for when I come back. This is also an excuse to tell you all how much I love you

[headmates-for-you]

helloo!! could we have a subsys of these moodboards? also ty other moodboard subsystem requesting anon we had no idea how we could put images in requestss..

https://files.catbox.moe/ytjuad.jpg https://files.catbox.moe/wy6jgm.jpg https://files.catbox.moe/pp7bn4.jpg https://files.catbox.moe/zurq3q.jpg https://files.catbox.moe/6cjgck.jpg https://files.catbox.moe/k2bo65.jpg https://files.catbox.moe/29bl98.jpg https://files.catbox.moe/dhzpgi.jpg thank u sm if u do thiss!!!

whew this took a while but they were all so cool! I hope they turn out just as cool in your head -🪓

TW: smoking, mild eye strain

all boards included below for reference

Name(s): Gemini, Local, Mandela, Walten

Age(s): 19-37 ageflux

Pronouns: it/its, glitch/glitches, stat/static, error/errors, screen/screen, ana/analog, hor/horror

Gender(s): analoghorrorgender, analogender, local58ic, cryptix

Orientation(s): aroace

TransID(s): transloner, translonely, permaagoraphobic, transpeoplehater, transhater, transharmed, transharmful, permascarred, transnoeyes, staticamian

Source(s): brainmade, moodboard based

Paras: teratophilia, somnophilia

Emoji signoff: 🌀📺

Positive trigger(s): analog horror

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Name(s): Smile, Mold, Bright, Dodger (the shade of blue in the images)

Age(s): 12-14 age slider

Pronouns: he/him, kid/kids, dream/dreams, one/ones, cat/cats, weird/weirds, 🩸/🩸’s, ⭐️/⭐️’s

Gender(s): weirdcattic, catkidweirdcoric, weirdcorestalgic

Orientation(s): bi

TransID(s): transweirdkid, transweirdcore, transaesthetic, transcatboy, transdreamstate, transharmed, transautistic, translayeredvocals

Source(s): brainmade, moodboard based

Paras: teratophilia, odontophilia, musophilia

Emoji signoff: 🌀✨ or 🌀🎵 or 🌀🦷

Positive trigger(s): Sodikken, Garfield

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Name(s): Walle, Citrus, Camera, Marble

Age(s): 23-26

Pronouns: it/its, they/them, she/her, he/him, beige/beigeself, star/stars, clown/clowns, cam/camera, mar/ble/marbleself, cot/cotton, dia/diamond, shop/lift, 💎/💎’s, ♦️/♦️’s, 🔷/🔷’s, 🔶/🔶’s, 🥯/🥯’s, 🙂/🙂’s, 🛍/🛍’s

Gender(s): liminalgender, pastelclowncoric

Orientation(s): aromantic pansexual

TransID(s): transclown, transclowncore, transshoplifter, transartist, transcontcreator, transdropout, transbeigeaesthetic, transsadboi

Source(s): brainmade, moodboard based

Paras: salophilia

Emoji signoff: 🌀🍬 or 🌀🕯

Positive trigger(s): weirdcore, clowncore, clown related horror

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Name(s): Chip, Cash, Vegas

Age(s): 27-33 age slider

Pronouns: he/him, die/dice, cas/casino, rou/roulette, red/reds, black/blacks, cash/in, card/cards, bright/brights, light/lights, 🎰/🎰’s, ♥️/♥️’s, ♦️/♦️’s, ♠️/♠️’s, ♣️/♣️’s, 🃏/🃏’s, 💡/💡’s, 🎲/🎲’s

Gender(s): croupian, casinomasc, arcardian

Orientation(s): acheillean 

TransID(s): transdealer, transstaff, transcasinoemployee, transmonotone, transOCD, transgambler

Source(s): brainmade, moodboard based

Paras: masquephilia, high stakes

Emoji signoff: 🌀🎰 or 🌀💵

Positive trigger(s): casinos, bright flashing lights, gambling

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Name(s): Rhett/Rhettro, Check, Dice

Age(s): chrono 49-56, trans 23-24

Pronouns: she/her, he/him, they/them, ret/retro, ne/neon, 🎲/🎲’s

Gender(s): dricadic, glowparcadegender

Orientation(s): heteroflexible

TransID(s): transage, transgender, transera, perma70s, perma80s, perma90s, transrollerskater, transdecade, transteen

Source(s): brainmade, moodboard based

Paras: none

Emoji signoff: 🌀🎲 or 🌀🛼

Positive trigger(s): rollerskating, rainbow and black checkerboard

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Name(s): Comic, Jest, Primary

Age(s): ageless

Pronouns: it/its, joke/jokes, clown/clowns, silly/sillies, fun/funs, color/colors, ha/has, pri/mary, block/blocks, ❤️/❤️’s, 💛/💛’s, 💙/💙’s, 🎈/🎈’s, ⭐️/⭐️’s, ✨/✨’s, 🌀/🌀’s

Gender(s): clowncomfic, clownslushie, clowngender, kidcoric, cleoncade

Orientation(s): pan

TransID(s): transclown, permasilly, plasticscentic, transsillylittleguy, transADHD, transautistic

Source(s): brainmade, moodboard based

Paras: none

Emoji signoff: 🌀🎈

Positive trigger(s): clowns, clowncore, circus music

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Name(s): Alette, Feyre

Age(s): chrono 247, trans 14

Pronouns: fae/faer, mush/mushroom, spark/sparkle, enchant/enchantment, magic/magics

Gender(s): faegender, fairygender, faidenmollic

Orientation(s): lesbian

TransID(s): transage, transwings, transmagic, translover, transloved, transsize (smaller), transenchanted, transrainbowhair

Source(s): brainmade, moodboard based

Paras: mycophilia, dendrophilia

Emoji signoff: 🌀✨ or 🌀🍄

Positive trigger(s): fairy/fae related things, rainbows

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Name(s): Haniel/Hani, Seraph

Nickname(s): Skies/Sky

Age(s): chrono 14,632, trans 20

Pronouns: it/its, pray/prays, sin/sins, angel/angels, sera/seraphim, wing/wings, cloud/clouds, mir/miracle, wind/winds, ☁️/☁️’s, 🌤/🌤’s

Gender(s): angelx, angelboything, seradreamer

Orientation(s): aromantic demisexual

TransID(s): transage, transangel, transhuman, transfaith, transharmed, transOCD, transfallen

Source(s): brainmade, moodboard based

Paras: angelophilia, demonophilia, zeusophilia

Emoji signoff: 🌀☁️

Positive trigger(s): cloud watching, angel iconography

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