#*mwah* nighty night!

[heliacalxrising]

Okay I think I'm gonna head to bed. I have one more day of work and then a three day staycation! Whoo!

[themintman]

Nurm after a long, hard day of being the most stunning guy I have ever and will ever draw. WHY is he so pretty

[ziglikesrain]

zig here for the zillionth time tonight w thoughts on the husk/angel age gap cause i’ve seen people mad about it (which isn’t UNreasonable) so i did the math for you silly gooses to ease your minds😇

angel died in 1947 as an (approximately) 35 year old. if we’re considering hazbin being set in 2024, he’s been “alive” (around?) for about 111 years.

husk died around 1970 as an (approximately) 60 year old, meaning he’s been around for about 114 years.

they’re three years apart. approximately. yay we can stop worrying now and trust that both of them can make judgements about who and what they want!! they’re both fucking ancient❤️

kisses gn😘😘

[catcze]

YEAAA FAIRY POKEMIKU THEME LAUNCHED LESGO ‼️‼️

[banfiyunna]

Ik your awake, it's bedtime love. Sleepy time.

Fine

[mondaymelon]

ha.

[pandorainmymind]

goodnight.. 10k on this lo’ak fic.. i cant seem to tone it down i’m sorry. it’ll be out sooonnnn …!.! probably looking around 12k though 😬 oops …. anywayssssssdsssssss

remember; you are loved!!! 🫶🏻🫂💌 and stay safe!!

[normaltothemax]

I wanted to write more today but my brain said no so I'm gonna go to bed lol

[wwooyology]

okie I managed to get two fics out in the span of 24 hrs WOOHOO 🥳 but now I'mma head to bed bc I've been up for over 24 hrs 💀 then I'll decide what I wanna work on tomorrow when I awake from my coma. good night my lovelies and I'll talk to y'all in the morning or afternoon, whenever I wake up really...

[delicris]

busted the hand mixer today while making mashed potatoes

i literally stood there w the mixer fucked up in my hand and my ruined mashed potatoes in front of me like🧍😐 for a hot minute and just wondered what the universe was trying to tell me while trying not to cry about my lovely lovely mashed potatoes which now had pieces of metal scattered in it. truly a tragic turn of events, if u ask me. i was so close, yet oh so far away 😔 MY LOVELY LOVELY LUNCH 😔😔

[yuukimiyas]

૮๑ˊᯅˋ๑ა sigh why does my brain feel like mush tonight!!

[boycigs]

my measly offering for selene on this full-on entails: the last of my new moon water, a tea light, her deity candle doused with an oil blend I made for her, a moonstone crystal. and a little together time listening to a playlist I made thinking of her <3

[toruland]

anyways

off to bed i go

[ethereal-maia]

plagbhhj the format got messed up and somehow there’s two of the the same picture now :(( I’m glad you like it though!!!

girl you already know I associate you with like everything… but how about I just make you a moodboard? A you + me moodboard really…

I love talking with you!!!

so this is so weird how similar we are AND THIS PROVES IT

random thing but I have this ladybug stuffie that is literally almost 13 years old - its my oldest toy and means the world and the fact that you put ladybugs - and the Bows - I LOVE BOWS I often feel really insecure wearing them but you make me really confident with them - MIDNIGHTS aint no one gonna tell me we aint long live coded - the cats THE CATS I feel like that is me annoying with CIBH

WE ARE SO KINDRED SPRITS CODED

Anne and Diana in another life is you and I

[queerdiazs]

wip wednesday, teehee

i was tagged ny @eddiediaztho, @hippolotamus, @exhuastedpigeon, @wikiangela, @daffi-990, and @jesuisici33, mwah

have a sorta long snippet of hoa eddie finally starting to figure his shit out. he's a fucking loser. i love him.

Once Buck’s drifted off to sleep, snug and relaxed under the big blanket, Eddie rolls over and grabs his phone off the nightstand. He opens one eye, turns the brightness all the way down, clicks onto the browser, and types am i gay quiz in the search bar.  Dozens of links pop up. He clicks on the first one, marks the answers that resonate the most with him, and frowns when his results of 89% straight flash on the screen with a sullen face.  “What the fuck does that even mean?” he mumbles and then, with a fierceness that crinkles his brow, clicks off the quiz and finds another.  He takes seven more, each a little more deranged than the last, and throws his phone to the hardwood floor when he gets his eighth variation of Unfortunately, you aren’t gay! because he’s upset. It thuds loud and heavy, and slides face up all the way to his closet; the screen shines bright like a little flashlight, illuminating the corner.  Eddie huffs, flops onto his back, crosses his arms over his chest, and pouts.  How dare those quizzes diagnose him heterosexual? Yeah, sure, he has a preference for feminine-presenting people, but he’s had plenty of cock to know he’s not straight, too, and being in heterosexual-passing relationships don’t make him any less queer. He’s worked too damn hard to accept himself, selfishly and fearlessly and totally, to let a few quizzes invalid him.  Which—why was he taking the quizzes in the first place? He knows he’s queer and he doesn’t need a pompous test on the Internet to tell him so, Christ. He’s acting like a lovestruck kid with his first crush on another boy.  The absurdity of the situation makes him giggle. He swipes a hand over his face to muffle his laughter, but his body shakes, so near Buck’s, and it rouses Buck around. Eddie sobers and shuts his eyes, feigning sleep.  It doesn’t work.  This must be how Christopher feels when it’s past his negotiated bedtime of midnight.  Buck murmurs, a pitiful noise, and snuffles close. “Eddie?” He noses along Eddie’s shoulder until he has his face stuffed in Eddie’s throat, right where his pulse throbs. “Wha’s goin’ on? Heard a noise.”  “It’s fine,” he says, wrapping Buck up in his arms and pulling him in, until he’s nearly laid out atop Eddie’s body. His weight feels nice, solid and sturdy. “Go back to sleep.”  Buck smacks his lips, puffs his stinky breath in Eddie’s face, and sighs. “M’kay.” He cuddles in, nestling up over Eddie’s body like three’s no other place in the world he wants to be, and goes still. “Nighty night.”  Eddie exhales. “Night, Buck,” he says, setting his chin on top of Buck’s head and running his fingers through Buck’s sweaty, frizzy hair.  He looks at his phone in the corner one last time and wonders if there are any quizzes on the Internet that might help him figure out if he’s in love with his best friend before he eventually dozes off, too, wrapped up tight beneath Buck’s big body. 

no pressure tagging @wildlife4life, @watchyourbuck, @callmenewbie, @thewolvesof1998, @try-set-me-on-fire, @shitouttabuck, @folk-fae, @fortheloveofbuddie, @eowon, @giddyupbuck, @honestlydarkprincess, @ladydorian05, @loserdiaz, @callaplums, @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy, and whoever else wants to share something <3

[ultimatedetectivequeen]

Kyoko knew physics were just a hoax, so she paid no mind to Sayaka's charade. Not even when she asked to perform a hypnosis routine on Kyoko. Because that obviously wouldn't work. On a completely unrelated note, Kyoko needed to go buy a thong and other slutwear for...uh...why was she wearing these clothes again?

Lewd topics lie below!

"*sigh* I don't have the time nor patience to deal with your 'psychic' nonsense right now. Do as you like, Maizono. I have a case file to catch up on." Kyoko sat in the dining hall with a dossier in hand, uninterested in whatever routine her classmate wished to perform.

"Y'know, to me, that just sounded like a pretty big roundabout way of saying you're not totally uninterested!~"The blunette teased with a giggle.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." The detective clearly began to start to tune out the pop sensation.

The idol's eyes narrowed at the detective as she realized she was being ignored. "Hmph, rude. I guess I'll just have to fix that..."

As Kyoko flipped through the case file, she could have sworn that she heard an odd rhythmic clapping noise in the background, along with some musical humming. Strangely, she had found that she had no real desire to stop or investigate said sounds, and instead let herself sink into her chair as her body began to feel pleasantly numb. It was only when those relaxing noises suddenly stopped that Kyoko looked up in confusion.

"Wait... what are yo—"

"Nighty, Night, Ice Queen~."

SNAP!

Kyoko's pupils dilated as Sayaka snapped her fingers directly in her face. Soon her eyesight grew fuzzier and foggier until she couldn't see anything at all. She had no idea how long she stayed in that haze, but what she did know was that it felt like she was soaking her entire body in blissful warmth.

SNAP!

And then she heard a snap once more, and felt herself slowly come back into consciousness.

"What...happened...?" Kyoko scanned her surroundings, realizing that she was now in a dressing room.

"Wow, you look so gorgeous, Kyoko!~" The detective suppressed a yelp as she felt a pair of arms hug her from behind.

"Sayaka? W-Where are w—Mmpfh?!" Her worries were interrupted by the Idol pulling her into a sudden kiss.

"Mwah~ Don't worry your pretty little head about that, right now! Look at how amazing you look!" The blunette pulled away from the girl, leaving a trail of saliva between their lips as she pointed to the mirror in front of her.

Once she looked into said mirror, Kyoko was speechless.

She looked at her reflection from head to toe with wide eyes. A purple ribbon much larger than her usual black one was keeping her hair up in a high ponytail. She was now wearing lavender lipstick, along with a black shiny choker on her neck that read out "BOSS-BITCH" on the front. She gazed down her body further to see a black crop-top that barely contained her big breasts and gave a stunning underboob view, along with the words "FUN BAGS" printed on it in purple. Looking even lower, she could see that she was wearing a black thong as well as fishnets that wrapped over her ample booty and lead all the way down to the black platform stilettos she wore on her feet.

Sayaka giggled as she looked at her classmate's gobsmacked expression. "Jeez, I know you're stunning and all, but you're acting like you weren't the one who picked out this outfit in the first place~."

"I never— d-did I?..." Kyoko immediately spoke up to deny such a claim but began to second guess herself

"Speaking of which, I'm SO happy that you agreed to be a dancer in our special music video!" The detective eye's widened further at that, only now noticing that Sayaka was wearing a lewd outfit similar to hers.

"Y-Yes, it was... no problem." She wanted to deny that she agreed to such a thing, but found herself instinctively replying otherwise.

"Well, let's not keep everyone waiting! The rest of the girls are super excited to meet you!~" The blunette grabbed Kyoko's hand and led her to where they were shooting the video

Kyoko definitely wasn't sure about this... but, supposedly, she not only agreed to this but also picked out the slutty outfit that she was wearing. And if that was truly the case...

... What kind of detective would she be if she didn't trust her very own judgment?