#🐦‍⬛ anon asks

[ask-karasu-tabito]

Let's so on a blind date!!!

Oh no. Yer prolly one of those @ask-otoya-eita reeled in fer me…

Ya know what, might as well.

[hazbinsponsoredbyvee]

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🐦‍⬛ anon

"Hey, Vaggie, isn't that our ship name?"

"Pretty sure it is, babe."

[dipperscavern]

Jon has a praise kink send tweet

-🐦‍⬛

send. goddamn. tweet. SEND TWEETE SEEND TEET I CANT EVEN BEGIN TO EXPRESS HOW MUCH I AGREE WITH THIS

he never got any praise growing up. it was always negativity, if anything at all. jon craves your attention, any attention you’ll give him — a glance from across the room, a brush of knuckles, a smile in response to his horridly dry joke; anything you’ll offer him, mediocre to melancholy, he’s taking. greedily.

and when that attention is positive? positive words? dear lord above us

it could even start in a non nsfw setting. seeing him get that hard inventory that he was dreading finished, and giving him a “Knew you could do it, Jon.” while pressing a kiss to his cheek in reward. something so small, but it switches him to that place that makes his brain all fuzzy, filled with only thoughts of you — thoughts of being good for you. thoughts of getting you to say it again.

[ckret2]

i just read the latest chapter and started to think... was Amorphous Shape somehow created during the whole euclidean dance party thing? like were they Bill's fist henchmaniac in all this? I'm probably wrong but it was an interesting thought to me.

~ 🐦‍⬛

Not his first Henchmaniac—in TBOB he says Amorphous Shape "showed up on our couch one day," indicating that the Henchmaniacs were already well-established and had a hangout place by the time she shows up—but yes, even though she won't join for a long while, somewhere in all this mess she's being created.

[the-kr8tor]

Octobie time >:)

Daily Hobie HC! Week one, day one.

Hobie was on his usual patrol, flitting around the city. He kept a close eye out for any animals especially, knowing that around Halloween, they tended to be thrown out.

He swung towards a building, perching himself on the ledge for a few moments, scanning the road, before noticing a black bag near the curb.

Hobie quickly made his way towards the moving bag, undoing the knot as fast as he could in order to save whatever animal was cruelly put inside.

He was met with a small black cat in the bag, looking completely battered. Clumps of fur had been pulled out, as well as dried blood and grime building up. Hobie gently picked up the small, shivering and concerningly scrawny cat, setting it in his lap. He did a proper lookover, his eyes widening at the fact the little cat had only three legs, instead of four.

The front left leg had been turned into a little stump, also bloodied and matted like the rest of its fur.

He held the cat close to his body for a few moments, cursing whoever had decided it was a good idea to put a small cat into a bag to die. He tucked the cat into an inner pocket of his vest, before swinging off back to the houseboat.

You were busy handcrafting some accessories for the houseboat when you heard the window slide up, signifying that Hobie was back from patrol, surprisingly early. You stand to greet him, but he holds you away from hugging him. Hobie feels a twinge of guilt at your falling face, before reaching into his vest and gently holding out the black cat towards you.

He explains the entire situation, watching as you lean close and pet the scrawny figure close to his chest. After a few playful quips, you both had decided that the cat will definitely be needing a thorough bath tonight to get rid of all the dried clumps of grime clinging to its void-black fur.

As Hobie checks the water in the bathtub to make sure its at lukewarm temperature, he chuckles as you bring in a plastic tub, with the small cat just sniffing around the area. From the strays that frequented the houseboat like top tier security, it wasn't surprising that pet friendly soap was necessary in the cupboards.

Once the water was at a good temperature, Hobie began to fill up the plastic tub, watching with a fond smile as you put a few squirts of soap into it as well. He wonders how he managed to get such a wonderful and loving partner as you, willing to take care of the animals that frequents the boathouse or that he brings home.

He doesn't deny the urge to place a loving peck at your temple as you sit at the edge of the bathtub in shorts and a simple crop top, gently placing the black ball of fur into the tub. Surprisingly, the cat was quite well behaved, simply just sitting there as Hobie and you scrubbed them down.

The water quickly turned into a reddish brown, blood mixing with dirty underneath the foamy soap. Turning on the tap once more to a lukewarm temperature, he washes away the dirty water.

You both repeat the process of rinsing and washing away a few times, before managing to finally wipe away the dried mud and blood. Giving the final rinse down for the black cat, Hobie placed the three-legged feline onto a towel you had graciously laid down, wrapping up the oddly calm cat into a burrito.

He handed the 'purrito' to you, taking the time to quickly wash down the bath properly. Once he was done, wiping the water off on your somehow wet crop top with a mischievous grin, Hobie mentioned about how the two of you should keep the silly kitty, kissing the crown of your head as if it'll convince you.

After drying and brushing out its fur, Hobie had somehow managed to convince you to keep the small thing, mainly through kisses and the cat's own little meows. As a placeholder name, you both had settled on 'Spooky', although you had a feeling that it'd be the official name.

While Spooky slept on the couch in between the pillows for the first night, just for safety reasons until after the veterinarian appointment to check for health and any parasites, you were busy brainstorming unserious name ideas.

Eventually, you began to doze off as he held you close, peppering kisses to your face to tease you. With a final peck to your forehead, he pulls you closer to him, your head safely placed into the crook of his neck as you drifted off to sleep, with Hobie following soon after. -🐦‍⬛

Octobie time!!!!

Daily Hobie HC ‼️‼️ Octobie edition!

That is so like Hobie to swing around the city on the look out for discarded pets after Halloween bc unfortunately that is reality in some cases especially black cats and rabbits during easter :(

NOOOO POOR KITTY 😭 fr I teared up from the description 😭😭😭 who did that I just want to introduce them to my bat

I can just imagine the poor kitten looking up at hobie with her big eyes while he's swinging back home to you 🥹🥹 it's love at first sight I bet

As someone who is highly allergic to cats I will for sure take in that kitten even tho I might suffocate

Awwww baby's first bath in the new home 🥺 Hobie is so sweet and gentle with her

SPOOKY OMG!!! SO CUTE

The houseboat will be filled with even more laughter now!!!

[amymbona]

1950s Patrick is cool, but imagine how tragic the story of 1940s Patrick is...

The war started and he is taken into the army, you cry and are afraid of losing your wonderful beloved husband. You can never be sure whether he will live or not, but can only believe and hope that at least he will remain alive, not to mention the injuries both physical and psychological, since war does not spare anyone. You spend your last night of love with him, whispering to him how much you love him and that you won't let him die. Maybe the conversation will even get to the baby, about how they want a baby and what you would name the baby after him. Patrick or Patricia :)) When a tear runs down cheek, he comforts you, says that he loves you, that he will never die and leave you alone. You end up falling asleep hugging him, and you look at him for the last time, knowing that tomorrow he will leave. In the morning you see him off, constantly kissing and hugging him the whole way, 'cause you understand that this is the only chance to be satiated with his love and adoration. You wave your handkerchief at him, shedding a tear, and here he is, leaving. All that remains is to believe that his service will be easier than others and that he will return to their home with the same wonderful smile and bright, shining eyes that you fell in love with.

Every time I realize that I'm a damn director, not a screenwriter. Give me my lovely screenwriter!!!

I haven't written to you for a long time, girlie. Amy, how are you?! What's up? 🤗🤗

- 🐦‍⬛

I'm gonna give you a blow job for this one, little bird. How am I doing? After reading this? Absolutely fucking wonderful.

One thing people must know about me is that I love angst and THIS..... 🫦🫦🫦 SO SO SO GOOD!

Imagine Patrick somewhere in the trench, the sun is falling down and he's shivering, purple bruises on his cheeks, his hair a complete mess. Unwashed, starving, the lack of sleep and warmth is very much evident in the way he's shivering but by some miracle, he hasn't gone crazy yet.

Perhaps it's the image of your beautiful face that he keeps in his pocket, a little photograph he has torn out of your family memory book that you keep in the living room, just to have you with himself at all times. All the men in his troop know about you, know your name and age and what flowers you like, that you love to dance to Glenn Miller's songs and wear the prettiest dresses. Patrick keeps talking about you nonstop.

And currently, he's writing a letter to you, one that he's been writing for the past there weeks and he honestly has no idea if his writings are ever gonna be seen by your eyes. Patrick is desperate to remain in contact with you, but he knows that even if all the letters would remain stuffed in his pocket, you'll know damn well what messages he is attempting to send you.

Luckily, through some begging and mutual contacts, he manages to give the letter to some guy. Patrick kisses it a thousand of times, hoping you'll get a whiff of his scent, even though he smells like dirt and piss.

My darling,

I miss you dearly and I miss you every day. Remember how I told you Remarque was a stupid fool? How I couldn't believe a single word from his book? This place is worse than All quiet on the western front, it's worse than hell itself.

Every day I thank myself for taking that little picture of your beautiful face to look at. It keeps me sane, I think, and I look at it more than I used to look at your real face. Forgive me it I've ever made you cry, my love. I cry every night.

Don't waste your words asking me how I'm doing, write about your days instead. Are you doing all alright? Are you keeping the place clean and that stray dog that keeps sneaking into our garden well fed? Has your mother's flu been treated and is she feeling better?

Please, darling, spray your perfume on the paper when you write me a response. Use the whole bottle it you feel like it's not enough. I just need to feel you somehow. If you can and find away, send me some food. Anything. In cans, preferably. Me and the boys are starving. They want to meet you when we're all back home. I talk about you and our memories every night.

I will be missing you until my heart stops beating.

Yours, Patrick

[lesbonym]

Well if you find the jealousy of others cute, why don’t you come and claim me? :3

🐦‍⬛

Someone's feeling confident tonight, isn't she? I wonder how Lilith reacts to you teasing like this, hm? Trying to rile everyone up and get me in trouble, I thought you'd be so good for me.

Maybe I should come find you, put you back in your place, baby. Need to make sure you know that you're mine. I'm not gentle with my reminders.

[heartofbalemoon]

since the fem f/o exchange ( @donahdevotees ) is ongoing, i'm gonna infodump in for my oc x canon beans [specifically for caesar/crowe bc hyperfixation goes brrrr and i require content for them <3]

them, an infodump 👑 ❤️ 🐦‍⬛

* knowledge on zenless zone zero lore is optional but if it helps with your vision, i encourage you!!

♡ carefree adorkable leader of a biker gang × campy charismatic hostess/entertainer and community matriarch of new eridu (very much a gay icon)

♡ crowe blackforest (right) regularly hosts/partakes in shows at the 404 livehouse (in sixth street)! - i'm talking live singin/dancing, burlesque, comedy roasts, vogue balls.. not only that but as the community 'Mother', she takes in and brings together people from all walks of life; those who have lost relatives to ethereals (monsters), those ostracized for their identity, those looking for a purpose, etc. and they'd even help crowe out with her shows!

♡ crowe is very much a refined older woman (34 years), emotionally mature kinda girlie,, and given she's a crow thiren (humanoid with animal traits), she's incredibly smart - known to exploit opportunities and tell who is being sincere with their intentions. just because she's a sweetheart doesn't mean she can't be vicious when facing ethereals or hostile forces; her nails turn into talons similar to that of a crow's in combat mode! and she's very protective of her community (& caesar) 🐦‍⬛

♡ as for her partner caesar king (left), she is the leader of a biker gang dubbed the sons of calydon! she's pretty strong and straightforward, always ambitious when it comes to being the overlord of the outer ring! 👑

♡ caesar may do things her own way but she also takes on any valid suggestions other people provide her! and once caesar gets to know/trust you, she *absolutely* trusts you. and did i mention that caesar's has a soft tender side? she's a big romantic at heart, super curious about romance stories & media.. you might even catch her blushing!

♡ while caesar is primarily the 'top' of the duo, it's crowe who has the reins; her charisma and great perception skills allow crowe to find ways to make caesar's heart race in any way she can..! like,, crowe finds it amusing when she teases/flirts with caesar and caesar's pure reactions brings her an endearing sense of awe <3

♡ they're both notable figures of their own regions (crowe being from new eridu, caesar being from the outer ring) - and they also work really well together in terms of fending off rival biker gangs (in the outer ring), beating ethereals & ensuring that both of their circles are thriving!

♡ they are incredibly sweet with each other.... even caesar's gang and crowe's followers take notice and egg them on shfhhfgh-

♡ pet names i'd imagine them going for;

● crowe → caesar; 'my (good) king, my darling, my dear overlord, cutie, pookie bear, honey'; (not to be confused with her casual use of 'honey~ 💅')

● caesar → crowe; 'my queen, babe, darling, sweetheart'

thank u for coming to my ted talk- have more of them 🫶 (haven't done a ref sheet for crowe in time my apologies... orz)

[writingkitten]

Need to be a Victorian maiden roleplaying being dramatically chased through a mansion by Vampire Horvath and then we have really passionate and kinky sex 😳🥰 he’s definitely the dramatic type and would be SO into it 💗

-🐦‍⬛

YESSSSSSSSSSS especially an old, creepy, even haunted mansion!! Everything is dark, with a few candles spread around the place, and it’s storming outside, so you only can rely on the occasional candle and lightning to see where you’re going

Maxim uses this to his advantage, of course. Playing with his “food” satisfies him to no end. He hides in the dark corners so when you run by he can scare you. Not even catch you, just get your adrenaline going

Then, when he finally does catch you, Maxim uses his strength to over power you, kissing you deeply as his hands go down your body. Grinding his bulge against you, taking in your scent, until finally he decides to have a taste, and bites your neck

He loves playing with his little blood bag

[abchavenforanon]

if you want to see more content for ships, dynamics, or characters you like, make it yourself. Those who create here are doing what they like already. You have the ability to show them and all of us something we haven’t considered before.

someone will come to love it as you do if you stop waiting for someone else to see your vision

With love, 🐦‍⬛

Yes!!! Plus, you can make it exactly how you want!

[ask-karasu-tabito]

what do u think of sachi

Heh. Why’d ya wanna know?

[hazbinsponsoredbyvee]

Vaggie, where on Charlie's body do you think is most ticklish?

🐦‍⬛ anon

"Oh, it's her armpits."

[dipperscavern]

Again, congratulations, 1k on tumblr is a pretty outstanding number 👏

I thiiink i might do a fortune telling? I'm quite curious what m'lady dipper thinks.

As mentioned previously i'm goth, i mostly stick to new wave and tradgoth so very late 70s/80s. I love drying and pressing flowers, riding (HORSES), drawing, reading and cooking. I'm 5'3, my hair is dyed black, i'm mid sized and my eyes are grey if literally any of that is relevant.

I really enjoy fucking with people i love being a little offputting to them on purpose, specially to men. I like going to the gym and doing weight lifting and i used to do MMA, gotta be able to defend my oomfies inboxes you know? What else... Right i'll keep this part simple, i'm a dom. Like sorry you're a man babe you're not gonna give me orders thats not how things work around here.

I think thats most of what matters, you dont need my life story or the rest of my hobbies to make this cause i have about 20 billion of those. Silently wishing for one sulky gentleman but we shall see. Your graces opinion is final. 🙇

PS i can FINALLY put the emoji cause i'm on my phone for once, yay!! Caw caw my liege

-🐦‍⬛

thank you very much!! join me at my crystal ball, my feathery friend 🔮

immediately i got cregan vibes from you. if you had a bit of a different style from the norm in the hotd universe he’d love that, and when you mentioned something about being a bit off-putting on purpose, i knew cregan would just adore you. cregan himself can be a bit (unintentionally) off-putting at times, and i think if he picked up on you doing that on purpose, he’d be simply enamored i fear. and the dom part… #CreganLovesStrongWomen — the bedroom dynamic would be a bit entertaining to think about, woukdnt it?? for once i’ll leave that to the imagination.

he’d love to go riding with you, little trail rides are y’all’s favorite quality time. and he’d definitely pick/point out flowers he’d think you might like to press <3 ca CAW CAW

[the-kr8tor]

I was drinking rooh afza today cus it was so hot and it reminded me of hobat SOO also viper i found ur tt acc>:) Daily Hobie HC! Week four, day three Hobie clung onto your shoulder, nestling himself comfortably under your shirt, relishing in the softness and warmth of your skin, as well as the fabric on top of him. He watched as you carefully piped icing onto some halloween-themed pumpkin spice cookies, rubbing his fuzzy head up and down against your neck, tickling you slightly as the tip of his tongue stuck out to spare some light licks on your skin. He lets out a few chirps of mischief, his way of laughing in bat form as you shook your head, shaking him slightly as a playful warning to stop tickling you. He flies off from your neck, making his new position of comfort on top of your head, looking down and watching as your fingers firmly squeezed the piping bag, keeping a consistent thickness to the outlines, before filling it in. You were currently doing the first bat shaped cookie, which Hobie had claimed that it was his to try. He flew down to your wrist, placing his hands(?) on top of the piping bag, moving along with your movement, as if he was helping you. Hobie hides a smirk as he feels your eyes fondly roll at him, watching as you shake the cookie slightly to level out the icing, before setting it on one of the trays to set. You had given it green eyes instead of white ones, which meant that it was easily distinguishable as Hobie's. You put down the piping back for a moment, taking a quick break before your fingers begin to cramp. Hobie gazes up happily at you, his big brown eyes practically sparkling as you cradle him in your hands. He chirps as you gently press a flurry of kisses to his face, looking completely lovestruck as you pull away, moving to cling to the collar of your shirt and pull his way up to your neck once more. Hobie murmurs about how he loves when you practically drown him in your love, hugging onto your neck and playfully nipping at your earrings, which were dangly bat ones. He tugs on them slightly, playing with them and making sure it wasn't irritating you too badly. As your hand came up to affectionately scratch him a little, he takes your finger and licks the pad of your index, his form of kisses in his little bat form. Hobie continues to watch you pipe icing onto multiple witches hats, pumpkins, ghosts and bat pumpkin spice cookies, occasionally napping either in the crook of your neck or on top of your head. (Or in your bra if you got them) Once you finished piping them all, you let the icing set for a bit before eating, gently stirring Hobie awake to tell him the progress. He yawns, his large eyes sparkling at the progress you've made. Hobie's little bat feet clutch onto your shirt, pulling you away from the edge of the counter to the middle of the kitchen. As black mist shrouded the bat, a tall, lanky Hobartholomew Larry Brown stood in the bat's place, holding you close as he peppered kisses all over your face in between praise about how they all look so delicious. After a few minutes of Hobie's teasing appreciation, leading to a lot of head-spinning kisses and a few nips which may have left a light mark, you check on the cookies once more, Hobie perched on your shoulder. The icing had set properly, giving the cookies the final look it needed to be spooky. You pick out Hobie's bat pumpkin spice cookie and hand it to him, chuckling as he eagerly pulled it away from your fingers with his mouth, a muffled 'thank you darling' coming from his cookie-stuffed face. -🐦‍⬛

Oohh what is rooh afza?

Lmaoo at first I thought you found mine which seems impossible bc I'm on private 🤣🤣 (I just retweet art on there lol)

Daily Hobie HC ❤️❤️❤️

I raised a brow at his lil lick thinking he's in regular tall form but now I understand now that he's actually in bat form 😂😂

He loves watching you bake awww!!!!!

Him 'helping' you is the cutest ever 😻

What a coinkidink! I just got a pair of bat earrings!!

Akznkwznkwkdnw him crawling all over R's shirt 🥰

HE'S IN MY WHAT?! 🥴🥴🥴

I too want head spinning kisses from HOBARTHOLOMEW LARRY BROWN

You turn around and he has managed to eat the whole tray 😂

[amymbona]

hi, i.. think i already sent you two asks. this ideas are weak, i guess. or rather, second one is okay, but it just needs some correction!! maybe you'll scroll through and find it from 🩷🤍

just now thought about a relationship with the professor! patrick. this's probably not just fluff, but also angst!!

i absolutely cannot imagine Patrick as a professor of mathematics or physics, although it seems to me that this would give him a certain charm. professor of literature, law, biology (always talks about the processes occurring in nature, we walk through the zoo and he tells me interesting facts about animals. all i can do is nod and smile for him) or in general, the most canonical is p.e teacher.. a new teacher comes to your university, he's so cute, so fit, and all the girls on your campus are talking about him on your campus. it becomes almost annoying when they know who patrick zweig is and his past. they set his photos as their phone wallpaper when he was younger and write 'patrick's fan' in their status on social networks, omg how sweetly sickening they are 🙄 you have thought about what they saw in him or.. are they really just going by his cute appearance?

one sunny day, most of the people skip class, bc p.e is last on the schedule, so you and a couple of nerds who need A for the semester are left with him. but he wasn't upset in principle (really?), so he let everyone go, but something makes you stay, support him, although he seemed to say that everything is fine. you chat, and then maybe he invites you for a cup of coffee, and he really seems nice to you? no, no, you can't fall in love with him like other girls

so you develop some relationship, although what a relationship, more like an affair. he constantly says that this is an open relationship, and no one should know that you are together.

but when you say you'll leave him, he promises to confess to everyone, to the whole world, that you're his, and like a fool you believe, you believe that it will be so. you sleep with him, you eat with him, you laugh with him, but you're nothing more than a affair.

then you will break up, but what can their meeting bring after years? 🤭

TOO MUCH BUT N YOU. SORRY I'M TOO SILLY PATRICK'S GIRLIE AND I LOVE WRITING A LOT, EVEN IF IT'S COMPLETE NONSENSE 🤩🤩

🐦‍⬛ raven.

Professor Patrick is very important to me, mainly because I believe Patrick is one of those characters, who shines in high tension scenarios. He doesn't do casual, he doesn't work in something simple and imagining him as someone who's balancing on the line between morally right and wrong feels so so so true. And I think that this particular scenario screams angst. Spectacular, give me fourteen of those.

It starts pretty innocently - if you can really call a friendship between a teacher and a student innocent at all - but he likes you for two reasons; you're smart and you don't drool over him like the other girls. And this is exactly what makes your relationship develop. A mix of mutual respect and deep understanding, but also the excitement from doing something you probably shouldn't and Patrick's deep desire to be the dominant one.

It's a night here and there at his place, a free class spent in the warmth of his office, and his suit jacket over your shoulders when he offers to take you home. It seems almost too good to be true, but there are also things you barely discuss. You two don't get into arguments often, but when you do, it's far from tranquil.

Patrick is unfortunately way too consumed by his position of power, constantly staggering between that "it's an open relationship" bullshit and threatening to expose you for... wrapping him around your finger? He's afraid; for his career and place in the society. But he's also afraid that he might lose you, and he doesn't want that. And considering that it's Patrick Zweig we're talking about, he doesn't know how to communicate his feeling without getting (un)intentionally manipulative and gaslighting you into staying with him.

If he could, Patrick would probably tie you up in his bedroom and forbid you from leaving because you're his and he doesn't want you anywhere else. But since he can't, he's reduced to simply blackmailing you and then buying you flowers as an apology. And you... Do you love him? You think so.

He is the type of man that you've always longed for, as wrong as it may sound, but he's not too far from a modern version of problematic gothic antagonists. Tall and handsome, unrealistically clever, dominant and all that shouldn't be messed with. Exactly the thing that pulls you in.

Sometimes, you question whether to give him a taste of his own medicine. It wouldn't be too difficult to deem him a manipulative asshole who jumped on you every time you wore a short skirt. When you present this idea to him - during one of your arguments - some plates fly across the room and shatter behind your back, you two are at each other's throats but then get lost in the sugar costed toxicity that blends between you two, and all attempts to reason with each other are long forgotten.

You go to your next lecture with a silk scarf wrapped around your neck because nobody should be allowed to see your hickeys, and Patrick knows he shouldn't opt for a short sleeve when all that decorates his arms are the scratch marks your nails left there. And it's back to the usual again, he drives you home, slips his tongue down your throat as a goodbye and offers to pick you up tomorrow morning.

[twst-lotte]

Hi! Just passing by to say that I love your art and to ask How would Charlotte look like as an adult

Gonna call myself crow anon♡🐦‍⬛

-ˋˏ𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦ˎˊ-

Thank you Crow 🐦‍⬛💕

•𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔, 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅•