#He is a tree bc I don’t like the other outfits i have

[gunkbaby]

i suppose you’re quite content in your fluffy christmas tree cape

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Santa, Baby

Santa!Art the Clown x F!Reader SMUT

Summary: There’s a Christmas Party at the club the reader works at. After bumping into a strange man in the streets, she spreads the word of the party.

cw: isn’t art his own warning??, choking, fingering, mentions of blood, oral f!receiving, multiple orgasms, mentions of kidnapping, biting, violence, p in v, hair pulling, scratching, blood play, overstimulation, creampie,

a/n: imma be real with yall, if you can’t handle watching the Terrifier movies don’t read fanfiction about Art bc tagging all this stuff in the warning was CRAZY lmao

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It was the Saturday before Christmas.

Some people were out shopping, other’s having festive dinner with their loved ones. And then there was you. Getting dressed up in a slutty, red Santa-dress. It sat high upon your thighs, if you even attempted to bend over your matching red lacy underwear would be on full display.

Hoping the outfit would get you better tips. Maybe even a cute guy for you to play around with. Twirling Round in the mirror before leaving your house.

The weather was nice, so you opted to walk. You did not live that far away from work, sometimes the car was easier. But you could not lie that the thought of you turning heads on the street sent a thrill through you.

As you walked down the street, you bumped into a pale man wearing a Santa outfit. Knocking his black trash bag out of his grasp. White wig, red hat and jumpsuit, and big black shoes. Noticing his crooked nose and clown-like face paint. Rather peculiar for this time of year. Almost a mix of Halloween and Christmas.

His mouth formed an ‘O’ when your eyes met. Brows quickly furrowing down at you.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention,” you quickly apologized. Leaning down to pick up the bag for him. Your breasts peaking through the top of your tight dress. His eyes found themselves looking down your dress. Unable to deny his mind wandering to a perverted place. Not usually the type to feel this type of thing for people. Only desire he had being to kill and be covered in their blood. But something about you made a different part of him crave you.

“I like your costume,” you complimented, “There’s this Christmas Party down at the club if you’re interested.” You dug in your purse for one of the flyers. Giving it to him. Silently examining the pamphlet, his brows raised as he nodded. You both awkwardly stood on the sidewalk. Creepy smile never leaving the clown’s face. You continued to smile back at him, eyes looking around. “Silent type? How mysterious, I like it,” you tapped your fingers against his chest, “Hopefully I’ll see you there tonight, I’ve gotta get going. Bye!” You waved him off as you walked past him. His stiff body following you until he was facing the same direction. Eyes never leaving you. Peering at how your hips swayed and ass bounced in the dress.

What was wrong with him?

You headed down to the street the club was on. Waving at the bouncer, unable to stop himself from eye-fucking you in that dress. Booping him on the nose as you entered.

The club was decorated in all Christmas lights. A handful of fake trees placed along the floor. Everyone dressed up as different holiday characters. Elves, Snowmen, Reindeer, the whole nine yards. You were greeted by your happy coworkers as you took your place behind the bar. Preparing for the night of heavy drinkers ahead. Unable to get that clown out of your mind.

The Club was booming. Extremely loud Christmas remixes, people singing along and grinding together filled the scene. Strobing lights decorated the walls as the big projected screen behind the DJ showed clips of old Christmas movies without sound. It was difficult to hear your customers like this, good thing you could read lips.

There was finally a dry spell at the bar. Giving you time to stretch your neck and legs. Rolling your shoulders as you softly bobbed your head to the music. Taking a drink of water from your bottle. Almost every seat at the bar was taken. People hitting on each other, drinking away their sorrows, and some groups filled the seats. When a familiar face sat on your side of the bar. Loud garbage bag clanged against the floor. Causing you to jump out of your skin. Eyes peered over to the source.

White and Black face paint. It was the guy from the street. Your expression beamed at him. “Hey! You came by,” you reached a hand out to him in excitement. Wide smile painted across his face as he nodded at you. Still as silent as ever.

“I’m so glad you decided to come by. Still looking good in that Santa outfit I see,” you flirted. He snickered as he tucked his face into his shoulder, pretending that your words were embarrassing him. Hands coming up to wave off your compliment. Gesturing to your body, silently complimenting you.

You walked around the bar, hands tip-toeing up his arm, “Think you’re looking for a Mrs. Claus?”

The Clown tilted his head to the side. Eyes scanning your entire body, resting on your breasts with a devious smile. Looking up at you through his lashes, nodding slowly. You smiled at him.

“Can you cover me?” You called out to your coworker behind the bar. She gave a thumbs up as she poured a shot for a customer. You smiled giddily at him. His brows raising as he returned the look. He stood from his seat, towering over you. He was so tall. Long fingers wrapped around your wrist as he dragged you down a dark hallway. Garbage bag occasionally scraping the wall. He led you around as if he knew the place. Familiar with the proper hiding spots. Arousal pooled deep in your bones. Where his hand held your wrist ignited throughout your body.

He stopped in front of a dingy door to an abandoned bathroom. Opening it and allowing you in first. It was dark in the old bathroom. You never used this one, reserved for occasional hookups and doing lines for your coworkers. The mysterious clown flicked on the dimly yellow bulb. Pointing excitedly towards the old stained mirror. The words “Art Was Here” was written in some type of red. Assuming it was some lipstick.

“Is that your name?”

Art nodded happily. Jumping up and down and clapping. You leaned against the cold brick wall. Arms folded over your chest as you stared at him. Examining his tall figure. His loosely fitting Santa costume leaving most of him up to your imagination. Except for those hands. Long, strong fingers. Barely peaking out of the fingerless gloves he wore.

His expression dropped suddenly. Brows falling in a straight line over his eyes. Mouth sealed with a hint of a frown. You felt your heartbeat speed up. A small amount of fear taking over at his sudden mood change. His head tilted slightly, eyes tracing your body. Your eyes darted around the dark room unsure of what his next move was. Was he going to fuck you? Kill you? Maybe nothing at all.

Before you could open your mouth he lunged at you. Thick fingers wrapped around your throat. Strong grasp around your windpipe. Pulling every bit of air out of you. Your eyes widened at him. A smirk of mischief painting the corner of his mouth. Leaning forward as if he was going to kiss you, turning into a long stripe licked up your face. Shoulders bounced with silent laughter. Fingers tightening around your jugular. You could feel yourself struggling to breathe. Vision growing slightly blurry with each passing minute. Art’s fingers traced down your body, squeezing your breasts along the way. Hooked up under your dress. Raising his eyebrows in surprise when he felt your lacy panties soaking wet. Wagging his finger at you, partially shaming you for your arousal.

You gasped for air that you did not receive. Feeling woozy. Art’s finger going back down to your aching core, circling your clit with two fingers. A broken moan escaped your throat. Dark eyes stared at your face. Watching how it contorted when he would hit the spot you liked. Feeling his cock growing with the pathetic noises you made.

Just as you felt yourself about to faint, Art removed his hand from your neck. Your own hand replaced his as you began heaving for air. Sliding slightly down the wall, firmer against his fingers. He puckered his lip out mocking the tears that stained the corners of your eyes. Your moans were far louder now. Being able to fully express yourself and the harder feeling of his fingers. His dark eyes watched how your chest bounced with each moan you let out.

Art slipped his middle finger under your panties, sliding it into your soaked folds. Causing your body to buckle forward against him. Grabbing his shoulder for support as your legs grew shaky and weak. Emotionless eyes met yours. Face still and unmoving as you pleaded up at him with your doe eyes. Curling his finger while the others continue circling your clit. His name fell from you in a cry as you felt that familiar tightening in your lower abdomen.

He knew his way around the human body, that was for sure. Knowing all the right places to inflict pain or pleasure. Usually he enjoyed seeing the way people would desperately run from him, crying out in pain when he would strike them down. Loving the way blood and guts warmed up his hands. But here he was, keeping you in tact while still feeling your insides. Adoring the way your sensitive insides clamped around his finger. How your body begged for him to please it. Walls pulling him deeper into you. Still getting that same pleasure as he watched you cry out and cling to him. The way tears stained under your eyes and fingers dug into his skin pooling inside him. Feeling his own arousal begin growing in his oversized pants.

You began thrusting up and down on his fingers. Widening his eyes as he watched you chase your high with his fingers. Opting to slide another into you, curling and scraping against your insides. Grazing that spongey spot that sent electricity through you. Curiosity painted his expression now. With one final curl of fingers, you came undone around him. Walls fluttering and sucking in his fingers. Arousal leaking down his digits as he continued pumping into you. Your entire body began shaking as you dug your fingers into his shoulders, having to hold them both to stabilize yourself. Your face curled into the crook of his neck. Skin smelling of sweat and iron.

Art pushed you against the wall. Standing stiffly in front of you as you panted. Face red with post orgasm glow. Feeling your walls clamp around nothing now. Craving something more. A closed mouth smile morphed into a wicked grin, baring his stained teeth. Examining his fingers that had been inside you. Pulling them apart while they were still connected by your arousal, a slimey rope connecting them. Taking his fingers into his mouth, sucking the taste of you off them. Eyes rolling into the back of his head. Sucking them off with a pop.

Unable to deny that that did something for you. Your chest was tight as you looked his body up and down. Landing on the faint tent pitched in his pants.

The tall clown fell to his knees in front of you. Crawling over and throwing the front of your dress up. Staring at your ruined panties. Soaked lace sticking to your lips. His hand rubbed up your leg, with a tug of brute force ripping your panties off in one go. Cold air hitting your heated mound. He suddenly licked up into your pussy. Tongue dancing down the slit, lapping at the remainder of you. He took one of your legs and threw it over his shoulder, giving him better access to you.

Art ate you out like it was going to be his last meal. Sloppily, his tongue spread your folds while his hands held tightly into your thighs. His crooked nose bumping against your throbbing clit. Still overstimulated from your first orgasm. Knowing it would not take long for him to take you there again at this rate.

“Art, I’m going to cum again,” your voice was shaken.

He nodded aggressively, refusing to remove from your opening. He had found a new favorite taste. Unable to get enough of you. If he could, he would bottle your taste up and take it home with him. Or maybe even take you away with him. Lock you up in his warehouse so he could taste you whenever he wanted. He knew you would taste especially good when your period would come around. His two favorite flavors combined.

You began grinding down onto his face. Pushing his nose against your clit over and over. Chasing your secondary high, unsure how many more he would have you endure. Not really caring. If they all felt this good you would let him have you however he wanted. Unwinding on his face. Art pressed his tongue between your folds wanting to feel them contort against his it. You slid down the wall loosing yourself. Art held you up like it was no problem. A strange strength coming from him. Your eyes squinted shut momentarily trying to catch your breath.

Art continued licking until you subsided. Standing, his face covered in your juices. Oddly none of his makeup smudged. You had to find out where he bought his foundation. Hooded eyes gazed down at you. You looked so pathetic sliding into the floor in front of him. Tits rising as you panted. He pictured how your lungs looked expanding in your chest. Desire to rip you open filling his thoughts. Fading when he felt his cock throbbing.

Long digits reached out to help you to your feet. Releasing you and letting you tumble back, head hitting the cold brick. You winced when it started to ache. Silently he laughed and pointed at you. Miming you hitting your head. You scowled up at him. He definitely enjoyed your pain. Something you were too overstimulated to care about. He rolled his eyes at you when you did not laugh along with him, reaching his hand out again. Swirling his finger in a circle gesturing for you to try again.

Art pulled you flush against his chest. Stronger than anyone else you had ever been in contact with. Acting as if you weighed nothing. You fluttered your lashes up at him. Mouth hung open as you continued taking deep breaths in. Abruptly he turned you around, forcing you against the sink. Staring at him through the mirror. Watching how his hands massaged and stroked your torso in the reflection. His nose traveled from your shoulder up to your neck. Tongue coming out to lick at your throat. Pulling skin between his teeth as he sucked a deep purple bruise there. You moaned for him, loving the attention he gave to your skin. His hands gripped your chest, pulling your breasts out of your top. Cold fingertips pinched at your hardening bulbs. His eyes fixated on your chest in the mirror. Tongue traveling further up your neck until it ended behind your ear.

He was entranced by your body. Not ever taking the time to see how things changed when someone was sexually aroused. Being all too familiar with how the body acted with pure terror. Your fastening heart rate thumped against his hands. Feeling your pulse against his lips had his desires in overdrive. He could have devoured you right there. Smeared your blood all over the walls of this shit-hole bathroom. Fucked your bloodied mouth while you fought within an inch of your life to survive.

But that would not satisfy him.

Sure, your flesh ripped between his teeth would be nice. But hearing all the pathetic cries and moans you made for him was even better. The way you would whine his name was like music to his ears.

Art reached down, freeing his length from the confides of his red pants. He was swollen and leaking pre-cum. Pushing your back forward forcing you to bend over the sink. Holding yourself up with your hands as you held eye contact in the mirror. He kicked your legs apart further, making sure he could get into you. Grabbing his cock by the base and swirling it around your slick. Coating himself with you, testing the waters of how far he was willing to go. You were so warm and welcoming. He could always leave you out to dry. Just play around and never fuck you. But he needed his own release. And the way you whined his name when he dipped a little deeper his mind was made up.

Art slammed himself into you. Hands gripping your skirt upon your lower back. Watching the way your ass bounced against his cock. Wickedly grinning at the sight of him penetrating you. Tongue coming out to glaze his rotten teeth. Sound of your skin smacking mixed with your screaming moans was like music to his ears. He was relentless. Length hitting deep inside you. One of his hands tangled in your hair, arching your neck back to force you to watch in the mirror.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you called to him like a prayer each time he would sheath inside you. His long shaft stretched your entrance perfectly. You scrunched your face up and rolled your eyes back as he continued pounding into you. Mouth forming an ‘O’. Your insides spasmed around his cock as it filled you up. Art’s brows twitched with pleasure. His toothy grin was unwieldy.

His other hand gripped your ass. Nails breaking the skin as he clawed at your soft flesh. Loving how your crimson red painted your cheek. Collecting the blood on his finger tips and pressing them against your aching nub once again. Circling the sensitivity. Breath hitched in your throat as he leaned further into his grasp on your hair. Closing your eyes and screaming loudly for him. Feeling your orgasm approaching rapidly.

Art’s pace was brutal. Snapping his hips up into you. With each circle of fingers and flick of hips, you were seeing stars. Almost too drunk on cock to form sentences. Never imagining when you got dressed today your night would go like this. Lost in ecstasy of pleasure. Coil winding tighter and tighter in your stomach.

Fingers taking you to a place of pure hormonal bliss. Insides quaking and pulling him deeper. Art’s mouth shaped into an ‘O’ realizing you were cumming around his cock. Nodding with satisfaction as his dark eyes pierced into yours. Watching how drool fell out of your mouth and sweat rolled down your body.

Art pulled his fingers up, seeing the crimson red was now a softer pink. Shoving the combination of you into his mouth. Licking between his fingers like something from a porno. His shoulders relaxed as he continued fucking into you. Your entire body was shaking. Legs wobbled like they would give out on you any second.

His wet fingers rubbed at your chest. Tracing up and curling between your lips. Forcing their way into your mouth. Taking them like he wanted. He released his grip on your hair, planting the hand against your hip instead. Pinning you with his hips. Clearing chasing his own high now. Continuing to watch as he pumped his fingers into your mouth. Loving the sound of you gagging and slobbering. Feeling himself twitch inside you. His breathing picking up as he focused where he punctured you.

Watching how perfectly you sucked him in. Wanting to cum all inside you. Wanted you so filled with him you could barely walk. Knowing it would make you crave him forever. Addicted to the feeling of his seed inside you.

Hips pressed flush against yours. Shooting his white hot inside you. Coating your walls with his cum. Holding still so he could feel you milk him. He rolled his neck and leaned his head back, never having felt something this good. His chest pounded as he begged for air. Deep breaths filling his desperate lungs.

You slumped against the sink. Quivering arms and legs fighting to hold you up. Resting your head on your arms. Your cunt having been worked to its limit.

Art stood up straighter behind you. Flattening his suit down with his hands. Smiling at you in the mirror as he tucked his member back away. Waving his fingers at you.

You were unsure who this man was, but you never wanted to be apart from him.

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[END]

// Thank you so much for reading! This is only my second time writing for Art, but I sure do love writing him. Expressing his mannerisms is so fun. If you have any requests for him, please send them my way! I look forward to future Fics! //

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@l0sercat ~ @tedi28 ~ @hyperfixated-clown ~ @papispam ~ @melaninatedhorrorqueen ~ @lcvsanaa ~ @dilfismz ~ @knoepfl ~ @tuttifuckinfruttifriday ~ @spookysquids

[backwzzds]

can we talk about how konig would be someone who’s quiet when he gets jealous…then when y’all get home he js absolutely goes HAMMMM….

the way i got so excited to write this…it’s actually way longer than i intended but idgaf! part 2 soon 😏

NO BC YOU LITERALLY WOULDNT GET HOW HE’D BE SO QUIET LIKE ???

“papa, i don’t understand what i did wrong,” you’d frown at your man with an annoyed whine. könig, who was a whooping 6’10 would only give you a heavy grunt in response. you’d be on the way back to his car from the mall, dozens of your victoria’s secret and H&M bags held in his visibly large hand. the moment könig reached before you (with help of his tree-like long legs anyway), he opened the door for you, the balaclava on his face making his features ten times harder.

no matter how mad the big bear was at you—or more so, what you happened to get yourself involved in—he’d never disrespect you. anything other than sexually, at least. stepping on the custom made step for your smaller figure, you slide into the huge seat of his completely blacked out bmw suv, allowing him to shut the door behind you. you nearly jump at the visible shake of the car beneath your bottom.

you play with your curls as könig carefully sets your bags on the floor behind your seat. because his was set all the way back to accommodate for his long legs, your seat had the better amount of space for your things. when könig finally got back in the car, he immediately started it, causing the monsterous growl of his deleted muffler to come alive.

and he wouldn’t even break a sweat at you !!! you’re over here going over all your actions for the day, step by step, and all könig could think through his mind was what positions he was gonna force you in when you two got back home.

the sound of könig’s car matched the energy that was coursing through his veins. he know you didn’t do anything wrong; not intentionally at least. but the selfish ass part of him wanted nothing more than for your pretty little ass to sit in the passenger’s seat, overthinking on what the fuck you possibly could have done to rile him up this much.

the ride home is everlastingly silent as the small of your voice breaks the thick tension, “baby,” you don’t know how to further articulate your words. “i know you’re mad at me. i wanna fix it, but i can’t it you won’t talk to me. and you’ve been dead ass silent since we been in the mall.”

könig keeps his cool, though. he knew his silence was practically eating at you alive, shaming you with guilt for something you didn’t even intentionally mean to do. but with the way your pretty body sits in the black skims dress you’re in, accompanied by your black and white dunks—his eyes could practically frame your nipples right through the see through fabric, and he was sure that fucking doorman at victoria’s secret could have as well.

you keep talking. “was it the dude at VS? i swear, i made it very known that you were my man and—“ your words are endless blabber to him as the disgusting and pervasive thoughts cloud könig’s mind.

he looks so sexy in his balaclava, protecting his face from the harsh upcoming winter temperatures. he’s sported in an all black outfit, helplessly matching yours. anyone who saw you two together would automatically know that was your man. i mean duh, he walks around with his hand on your ass protectively 99% of the time.

when you get the sense that the brute isn’t listening to a fucking word you’re saying, you let out a frustrated sigh and turn your body away from him. but the sudden placement of a large hand on your knee takes you by surprise as you eye the man who’s ice blue eyes refuse to falter from the darkening road before you.

the moment könig pulls up in the driveway of your shared home, you can’t help but twiddle with the polish on your acrylics. anxiousness is bouncing off you, and könig could tell. you turn your head and open your mouth to speak, only to be cut off for the first time that night.

“go inside.” könig’s voice is very low, but you don’t miss the command in it. there’s no emotion behind the dark eyes of his balaclava. usually you could decipher exactly what and how he was feeling, but in the moment—

“kö—“ your boyfriend’s snow blue eyes harden at your talk back. with softer features, you whisper, “will you be inside?”

“soon. need to make a call first,” you watch him pull out a fresh cigar pack. “be ready for me when i get in.” you open your mouth to talk back again, but wire it shut when könig lovingly grabs your face. leaning in so the pink of his lips ghost over your full brown ones, he whispers, “now, mama. i won’t ask again. can you listen to that one thing for me?”

with a small gulp, you give him pretty doe eyes, feeling between your legs tingle at his masculinity radiating onto you. in the most confident voice you could muster up, you nod your pretty head at him. “yes daddy.”

könig gives you a nod of approval and runs his hand along the curve of your ass. “good girl. go on, liebling.”

you exit the huge car, already getting idea of what was to come when könig came back inside. with a heavy heart, you head upstairs to your room and slowly begin undressing, hoping that the slower you went, the more your punishment would be delayed.

your hopes were proven to be false the minute you were completely naked and turned around to see könig leaning against the threshold of the door, silently watching you.

you jump in fear at the sudden sight in front of you, but feel your heart beat calm down when könig strolled over to you. naturally, your head tilted backward as a way to get a full view of his face. his balaclava remained on, so you knew he was still upset about the events from earlier.

könig takes his large hand and rests it on your cheek, giving it a comforting rub. “you know i love you and respect you more than anything on this earth, right?” the brown of your skin instantly heat up at his words as you slowly nod your head at his sudden expression, unsure of where he was going with his words. könig’s lips can’t help but lightly turn upward into a small smile. you had no idea what was gonna come.

“good. because for today, libeling, i’m gonna fuck you like you mean absolutely nothing to me.”

[maokomi]

⠀「 “Dress slutty babe, I can fight,” but can they really? *ೃ༄ 」 

ᥫ᭡ Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

.ೃ࿔*:･「𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬.」 modern au, gn reader, established relationship crack ?? This shit aint serious so don’t treat it like it is lmfao

.ೃ࿔*:･「𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.」 Xiao, Kazuha, Zhongli, Kaeya, Kaveh, Cyno

Wrote this drunk, no editing, no looking back at my regrets last night. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. 

⠀「 XIAO*ೃ༄ 」

YOU BET UR ASS THIS MAN CAN FIGHT

Tells u to dress slutty with his whole chest !!!

Wear whatever you want to feel good about yourself and to feel comfortable. That’s all that Xiao cares abt tbh. 

If he sees anyone leering at you in your hot outfit though? His munchkin ass is on them in a heartbeat.

Doesn’t matter who. Doesn’t matter how tall they are. He’ll bark up at them like a chihuahua. Scale them like a fuckin rabid cat or smthn.

Xiao said he can fight and he will !!!!!

⠀「 KAZUHA*ೃ༄ 」

Compliments you in your sluttiest outfit !! Hell, mans helps you pick it out!! 

CAN FIGHT Can !! Beat !! Ass !!

Except he chooses not to 😌 because he is a lover💞💕 not 🙅‍♂️�� a fighter ☮️🕊✌️😌

But he makes it very very very clear to anyone and everyone who so much glances in ur general direction that !! HELLO HE IS UR MAN

Holds ur hand. Keeps an arm around your middle. Plays with ur hair. The whole shebang baby

But if someone grows the gonads to actually approach you while Kazuha is so blatantly flirting with u right then and there ?? 

Kazuha doesn’t even have to get up.

He fucking ROASTS the motherfucker alive. All cool and suave. Keeps his voice level while he tells the newcomer all the reasons why their parents are disappointed in them.

Kazuha fucking cooks them bro I dont know what to tell u Rest In Peace to that dumbass I guess

⠀「 ZHONGLI*ೃ༄ 」

Bold of anyone to think they can steal u from a man who walks in with this much rizz 🤨

Zhongli wears a whole ass custom Valentino suit & shoes to go to a club no way in hell is anyone gonna try to chat u up baby doesn’t matter how slutty u dress

Esp when ?? Ur slutty outfit matches Zhongli’s fit ? Absolute power couple I rest my case

Sugar daddy Zhongli supremacy I said what I said

I restate my point: No one is gonna think they have a chance against Zhongli. They’re all scared they’ll get murked on their way home if they so much as try. 

Kinda soft but they fr dont even have a chance bc Zhongli just has to compliment u and u light up like an actual Christmas tree, you get so goddamn happy that anyone even trying to fight him is already fighting a losing battle.

⠀「 KAEYA*ೃ༄ 」

Baby, bold of u to assume that Kaeya’s not gonna be dressed sluttier than u 🤨

Hate to break it to you buttercup but Kaeya’s not gonna be the one royal rumbling tonight— nu uh, that’s you.

Have you seen the titty window this man rocks? 

Skip the accessories whenever you go out Kaeya, because you are going to beat some ass, and earrings and necklaces only get in the way 💕

It’s tiring having to keep everyone’s eyes off of ur boyfriend but it’s okay because whenever you go to the bar for a quick time out, Kaeya always has a kiss and a drink ready for u before u go back to fucking people up <3

⠀「 KAVEH*ೃ༄ 」

I love him but you’re on your own honey

Claims that he’ll kick ass— that you can wear whateverrr you want, that you look so hot, that you look amazing and that he’ll fight anyone who comes near u

Hypes you up and hollers and makes u feel like a million bucks because he’s a good, supportive bf

But in the midst of it all you forget he’s some broke ass architect who probably hasn’t taken a solid punch in his life

When someone approaches u he puffs up his chest and stands in front of u with his most intense bitch face, says smthn that he thinks tough guys says like, ‘you wanna fight? Let’s fight.’ Or some cheesy shit like that

The moment the other dude swings tho its over 💀 Kaveh yells and has to hide behind you 

It’s okay tho because he’s cute <3 (even if he’s broke)

Hope you didn’t wear anything breakable baby bc youre the one who’s gotta fight for urself

⠀「 CYNO*ೃ༄ 」

Doesn’t even have to fight bro.

Doesn’t matter how slutty you dress— you could walk into a bar with just the bare minimum on and no one would look your way.

Not because you’re unattractive, because that is far from the truth.

No— it’s because of Cyno’s arm wrapped around your shoulder and the absolute death stare he gives anyone who looks your way with even a hint of lechery in their gaze.

Crazy shit, I tell you. Motherfucker’s eyes look like he’ll pounce on anyone who so much as wolf whistles your way. No one wants to get fucked up by a dude who looks like he’ll go blue eyes white dragon on their ass.

[jinkiezzsstuff]

Back to Life

human!alastor x human!gnreader

Part 1 of 5+

summary for part: you had just been for a walk in the woods, and now suddenly you’re standing over a historical looking guy with a chipper attitude and… a gun? thankfully he’s here to help you in your bloodied and confused state, but as things play out you can’t help but notice nothing is like it was before your fall, and all you have to trust is the odd grinning man

summary for series: One day when waltzing through the woods a peculiar looking buck led you deeper in, while following, you fell hitting your head and woke to a stranger standing over you. You don’t know where you are, how you got here, or who this guy is, but he’s all you’ve got and he’s utterly insane.

warnings for part: short first chap, lowercase intended; i’m feeling quirkyyy, multiple parts-i put other things aside because my brain is STUCK on human alastor sorry lads ;-;, blood, descriptions of injury, kinda strange stylized writing, i’ve got like a whole story thing planned compared to the other ones-this one’s got a whole plot line. no descriptions of reader- of any kind, no pronouns, i looked up a shit ton of 1920s outfits & speech just for a couple lines lmao, OOC alastor my reasoning behind that is he’s not in hell yet so he hasn’t had that kind of demonic development yet, he’s still a psycho tho and we love him for that, also mommas boy <3, he uses 1920s slang a lot lads, throughout the whole series

warnings for series: homicide, morally grey reader, eventual smut, cannibalism, reader will eat a guy, unknowingly, alastor be doing witchcraft magical madness but it’s never in depth explanations, alastor is a mommas boy and it will be hounded on, annoying 1920s slang, alastor is more accumulated to the era he’s in so he may be OOC 100 years in hell would change a guy, varying descriptions of injuries and blood in detail, takes place in 1927, alastor is 27 oop born in 1899 tho, nothing here is canon, just loosely follows, reader is in their 20s at least; no younger, alastors mom is nameless mostly, maybe later on she’ll have a name; she’s 48, alastor has daddy issues bc same, mimzy may be added later depending,

you remembered seeing a deer while wandering through the woods, you were taking pictures of the scenery when you saw this curious looking deer.

it stood tall with large antlers, a beautiful reddish brown coat, you’d never seen a deer so close. brining your camera up slow you went to snap a picture when your phone crashed, you weren’t even able to get the buck in frame before your phone fizzled out.

the deer started to walk away, but you so badly wanted these pictures. slowly you followed behind, cautious of the leaves and sticks below your feet. you followed it over a fallen tree, through bush and branch. finally you entered an area filled with more foliage, closer trees that blocked off sunlight, more bushes and fallen trees, wild flowers, moss and random mushrooms.

you watched as the buck disappeared behind thick bush, and that’s the last conscious moment you remembered. you woke at the bottom of the hill, when you opened your eyes you didn’t know a thing.

it was like you were a blank slate, everything was as it was; there was no confusion, you were simply in the woods with no worry or question as to why. you laid there, your head lulling from side to side observing the tree covered sky above, the sunlight that shot through the trees highlighting the particles floating through the air.

there wasn’t a sound at all; the animals feared something near. inhaling deeply, you willed your head up, wincing and groaning in pain. suddenly life as you knew it came back to you, you weren’t just a mindless being in the woods, you were you, and you were out here taking pictures and then, fell?

you still weren’t sure what had happened just that you followed a deer and then… fell asleep and woke here. your body ached badly, specifically your forehead, your back, neck and shoulders. it seemed the brunt of the fall was your head, lifting your hand you touched your forehead feeling a flap of skin that wasn’t there before.

looking down at your hand you weren’t surprised to see some blood, in fact the top you had worn had been covered in it. “hello dear, funny place to snooze if ya ask me.” a voice joked, startling you. however your body was too tired to startle, so despite your heart rate increasing, and the jump you felt in your bones, your body remained eerily still, your head slowly turning toward the sound.

standing above you was a man with a soft smile, he wore circluar glasses and the strangest outfit. he wore a coat chestnut brown- a lumberjack coat; strange looking pants that puffed out at the hips, with boots that the pants cinched into them. his hands were covered by gloves, and tiny brown coloured coiled curls popped out from his hunting cap, and on his shoulder a leather strap that allowed a large shotgun to sit on his back.

you were taken aback by his looks, his outfit looked vintage, historical too, and he was, well, gorgeous. “you’re bleeding quite a bit dear, how’s about we getcha up and outta here, hm?” lending his hand to you, the man gave you a charming smile with lidded eyes. you felt something was off about the man, a lingering feeling that something beyond your understanding was telling you to run, get away.

instead you whimpered, pathetically so, and placed your hand into his, letting him hoist you up. he wrapped your arm around him, while he looped his own arm under you, helping you walk. it was hard to do so, your ribs hurt with every breath you took, your head felt like it was floating above your shoulders, your cheeks watered making you swallow constantly, and though you were shivering your body felt ablaze on the inside, like hot coals were lit under your skin.

the man looked down at you, you could see from your peripheral vision he was inspecting you, but you were too pained to care. “how’d you find yourself at the bottom of the hill my dear, someone try to bump you off?” his voice was way too chipper for your current mood, and all you did was mutter a confused ‘huh’ at him, thankfully he laughed that off.

“listen, i’ll take you to my joint my mothers over so we can getcha all patched up, but you’ve gotta spill whatever happened to you if that’s quite alright.” despite the sturdiness in his voice, asserting what was going to happen with expectations, he tone was somewhat kind. dryly you mutter out ‘name?’, your voice raspy and unlike your own. the man chuckled before he responded in a smooth tone. “alastor dear, pleasure to meet you.”

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

ok i have GOT to make a halloween request. i don’t really care which characters (tho scarvio main cast + jacq or turo is preferred at the time of writing this) but how about them reacting to the reader having halloween as their birthday? bc ofc it’s MY birthday so i feel obligated to request this lol and ofc u don’t have to do this but i thought it’d be fun to make some kind of halloween themed request ESP after seeing the security breach one. anyways have a nice day!!! :DDD -galaxy

Happy birthday!!! I haven't written for Pokémon in a hot minute

(Sorry,,I couldn't think of anything for Turo or Jacq so I hope the main trio is okay!)

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Arven

"Wow, little buddy..so does this mean we can only celebrate one or the other?"

He's joking, of course, but he finds it cool that your birthday also falls on Halloween.

Growing up, he never really celebrated either occasion himself....although that doesn't mean he can't celebrate them with you!

He gifts you your favorite sandwich (of course, it's what he does best) and sets up a picnic where you two hang out for most of the day.

By nightfall, you learn of a mass outbreak of ghost types and drag him around, trying to catch them all before dawn.

Although Mabosstiff has the clear type advantage should any of them wanna fight, Arven still gets spooked easily.

Especially as a mischievous Trevenant disguising itself as a normal tree scared the hell out of him.

Turns out you asked it to beforehand (with you promising to catch it should it succeed), and he's not amused in the slightest.

He doesn't stay mad forever, though. It IS your birthday, after all.

Nemona

Girl goes above and beyond tbh.

And by that, I mean she organizes a whole Halloween/birthday party for you in one of the classrooms (with the director's permission, ofc).

She got cute little outfits for her main Pokémon team and had them all surprise you when you walked through the door.

Honestly?

You expected nothing less from her.

So the rest of the day is filled with fun spooky activities that she (unwillingly) drags Arven and Penny into.

Her gift to you is a Dipplin!

Since it's like a candy apple and a super cool dragon type, she thought it was perfect (her connections in Kitakami came in handy this year).

She would def make sure to celebrate your birthday like this every year even after you all graduate.

Penny

She already knew long before you told her (girl does her research).

But she doesn't plan on making a huge deal out of it. Big celebrations were never really her thing, and you knew that too.

The most she'll do is send you a present and a card tied to her Umbreon (who shows up at your dorm in a cute little ghost outfit).

Team Star catches wind of your birthday being today and decides to throw together a little surprise-Halloween party, eventually convincing their leader to help them plan it out and get permission to use one of the old classrooms.

You love it, but poor Penny jumps like 10 feet into the air when everybody suddenly pops out wearing masks.

"Is this surprise party for you or for me?" You jokingly ask, although she just gives you an awkward smile before you all proceed with the festivities.

[flutteringfable]

venti appearance hcs bc i love him he is so silly and has never done anything wrong at all

khanri'ah? destroyed? haha i have no idea what you’re talking about venti is so innocent and soft and would never do such a thing

all jokes aside, i like thinking about scars he might have, or little quirks about his outfit etc. enjoy my silly brainrot about this goofball

this post got very long but honestly considering its about one of my favorite blorbos i’m not surprised

no content warnings aside from maybe mentions of injuries and scars? nothing crazy tho 👍

starting at the top, his hair!

venti tends to sleep in trees a lot (he probably has his own actual house somewhere but he likes to nap in the wild for some reason), so he often has leaves or moss in his hair. he does his best to brush or wash it out when he can, but he hangs out outdoors so often it kind of doesn’t help

the tips of his braids glow when he’s excited, angry, flustered, etc.

no one (except for a choice few people, of course) has really guessed that the hair glow happens because he’s an archon

venti is so eccentric that people are just like “yeah we dunno he’s just like that it’s probs something to do w his vision idk”

sometimes, on particularly hot days or when he needs to keep it out of his face, he pulls it into a sort of half-up ponytail and pins his bangs to the side.

he likes to put feathers in the ends of his braids! he finds finch feathers pretty, and he also likes to use dvalin’s feathers sometimes

dvalin’s feathers glow with his hair, for some reason. maybe its the anemo? maybe it’s their strong connection? who knows

his hair is very fluffy and soft. he washes it often, and it tends to fluff out a little bit when it gets dry. having it braided and then undoing it after a while adds to the fluff.

moving down a bit, his face!

*clears throat into mic, standing in front of thousands of venti fans* glowy freckles.

he has a mix of regular and glowy freckles! they’re a lot more prominent when he’s been out in the sun

he has a really bad habit of chewing on his lips when he’s writing or thinking very hard about something, so while they are soft, there’s always marks and cracks from where he bites them.

his cheeks are almost always rosy since he spends a lot of time outside.

he has some small scars around the edges of his face from when dvalin was a baby and liked to climb all over him (mostly onto his head)

i know archons technically don’t suffer ailments like eyestrain as badly as mortals do, but venti has been writing poetry for thousands of years. he probably gets migraines, and might wear reading glasses to write sometimes.

the glasses are intricately designed, and they’re one of the only things he’s ever saved up money for other than alcohol.

he just liked the pretty ones a lot, especially since they had a sort of winged/angelic theme to their design

i’m not really sure what shape the lenses would be, but i like the idea of them being round. they have a little chain on them that has a feather charm attached. the frames are golden (not actual gold, of course. though venti may or may not have been willing to pay the extra expenses had they been real gold.)

the handles are also golden, and they have feather shaped accents near where the frames connect.

anyway, he wears them out once in a while when he wants to work on his wips at the tavern or on the barbatos statue. he doesn’t drink much when he has them with him, because of course he would prefer to not break his favorite and only pair of glasses by passing out or otherwise.

venti has a bad habit of staying up too long and losing track of time, so occasionally he gets dark circles under his eyes

next up, his build and scars etc!

venti stands at about 5’ 4” (~163 cm)

his clothing hides a lot of the way he’s built, aside from his legs

he has a soft chest and tummy (perfect for putting ur head on for a nice nap)

he has surprisingly toned arms? he’s not noticeably buff like alhaitham or itto but he has a lot of muscle in his arms from using his bow.

speaking of his bow, he has a lot of scars from when he was still learning to use it

there’s a mark on his inner left arm from when he accidentally hit it with his bowstring. it used to happen so often that there’s a faint permanent scar there.

he has a lot of soreness and issues with his hands and wrists because he writes and uses his bow a lot, but it used to be MUCH worse when he was still learning

nowadays he knows how to handle the cramps and aches, but when he was learning, he had no idea how to ease them. he could barely write or play his lyre for a while because archery combined with composing music and poetry was taking a serious toll on his arms and hands.

he gets ink marks on his hands a lot

he paints his nails! he has a lot of different colored polishes but his favorite is a soft teal.

everyone knows about the archon markings on his chest and leg, but i raise you:

archon markings where his wings should be when he isn’t in his god form

which is why he wears the cape, since all his markings tend to glow dimly all the time and his shirt is kind of thin.

and finally, his outfit!

in his mortal form, venti loves to collect feathers, crystals, and flowers. he puts them wherever he can fit them, since he oftentimes doesn’t have a pocket or bag aside from his mora pouch. so, when he goes out to windrise for inspiration (or a nap) m, expect him to return with a windwheel aster weaved into a braid and maybe a dove feather tucked behind his ear.

when he’s embarrassed, venti will pull up both sides of his cape to hide his face in

he also tends to fidget with it and his hair when he’s nervous or bored

in my heart he wears thigh highs, idc what hoyoverse reveals them as if they ever do

somehow, venti has some sort of crazy luck and his socks always stay up. they might get a little bunched up in some places after battles, but they never fall completely.

is it archon stuff? black magic? just a venti thing? top ten questions science still can’t answer

he tends to keep a lot of things in his hat. he doesn’t carry much very often, so he can put a quill, his notebook, and a corked bottle of ink underneath it and carry it wherever he pleases.

the ribbon on his cape is only decorative. the cape actually has a small button and a loop that connects to keep it fastened.

that’s about it! if i think of any more i might edit this list, but i think i got everything i wanted out there. hope you enjoyed, and feel free to share your own venti headcanons! i love him sm i would love new perspectives on him from people who are just as normal about him as me <3

[schlattsdoll]

fratboy schlatt def the type to give you flowers on valentine's day. and also just completely spoils you on the day, giving you chocolates, stuffed animals and taking you out to a really nice restaurant that night.

also if your school is doing a thing where you can buy a teddy bear or smthn, best believe he's doing that for you.

on halloween the frat has a costume party and you INSIST on wearing a matching costume with him (don't know why my first thought was luigi and daisy but yeah). his brothers tease him bc he's become such a sap but honestly he doesn't care bc all he cares about is seeing how pretty you look in your costume <3

christmas gift exchanges usually take place before winter break but he'd for sure send another gift to your home address to make sure you had something to open on christmas day :((

we all know how much this man loves christmas, you going over to the frat house in november and seeing the christmas tree already up and it not going anywhere till march and you think it's the cutest thing bc it makes him so happy and smiley!!!!

-stella <3

ugh stella your brain!!!

holidays with fratboy schlatt <3

valentine’s day 🩷

you walk into class on valentine’s day and see your boyfriend smiling while there’s a bouquet of flowers sitting on your desk. there’s also a box of chocolates, and a small teddy bear. a handmade card is also there filled with sappy little things he loves about you and how much he loves you.

gets you a teddygram to come in class. he picks the BIGGEST one they have so you two need to stop at your dorm before going out for dinner

he picks a restaurant you two have been dying to try, something too fancy for a normal date night. that’s where he gives you a necklace with his name on it. “so everyone knows you’re mine.”

st. paddy’s day ☘️

going to a party before and after the local parade. having to babysit a very drunk schlatt who played several games of rattlin’ bog and other drinking games. “gotta keep my title as king baby.”

halloween 🎃

“c‘mon doll! we have to match?” he groaned walking the aisles of the the local spirit halloween. “yes jay we do! now think of something!”

he picked up a playboy bunny costume and said “why don’t you wear this?” “you really want me to wear a playboy bunny outfit for a frat party?” “fair point.”

now i know you said daisy and luigi but hear me out!!!! barbie & ken… the amount of shit he’d get from his brothers? UNMATCHED. they’d make lil whip noises as he walks out of his room in the mojo dojo casa house ken outfit. “look schlatts gone soft on us.” “start singing im just ken!” “go to hell, ‘least i have a girlfriend.” he’d remark to the ones who couldn’t keep a girl longer than two days.

he loves how pretty you look in the pink gingham dress from the opening of the movie. “now your nickname suits ya, doll.”

christmas 🎄

we know this boy loves the winter time !! going to the frat house to see him on november first and seeing a large christmas tree already up, and a very happy schlatt decorating it.

getting dressed up in matching pjs and watching christmas movies with hot coco together <33

going around to look at the christmas lights and take photos together. his new lock screen is of you two in an inflatable snow globe kissing as fake snow falls around you.

he’d buy you so many presents ugh he just wants to spoil you <3 remembers tho gs you said you wanted back in like july

sends you some to open on christmas morning to open. “since i can’t be with you now, a little gift for you. merry christmas doll, love jay.”

facetiming him wearing the hoodie he bought you in your size, so you didn’t have to steal his anymore (you still would). he’s wearing his and laughing that you’re matching.

[koiyan-hades-kid-with-a-system]

What Koiyan thinks of campers and vise versa (Cannon Campers) Interview Style

Percy Jackson:

uncle cousin????

he often begs me to make blue food because store bought blue food dont hit the same

tries to do sass offs with kacia but she has disney hades genes so he loses them quite frequently

quite tired of his dumb ass getting into trouble but as he is the protagonist, what am i supposed to do????

i dont interact with him much but hes a good kid

His Thoughts:

Niece cousin??????? the family tree is a circle at this point-

Best. Savory. Blue. Food. Ever.

Why cant their alters let me win a sass off just once 😭

She has contemplated putting a child backpack harness on me because of the shit I do

Whenever someone fronts they look so gods damn cool bc of the main host body and the physical changes are kinda hybrid like are so cool

Annabeth Chase:

shes a nice kid

often too analytical and blunt tho-

one time she said in the most eloquent way possible that i looked like shit and i stayed in my room the whole day bc of that

love you tho girl you the best at keeping this camp together

Her Thoughts:

Koiyan has been at this camp the longest out of all of the campers so she knows some things.

Her alters are pleasant beings.

She’s a bit sensitive, but I think it’s a good trait of hers to get all of her emotions out because of the trauma that caused them to have DID in the first place.

Somehow she can read even though she has the most godly blood out of all of us.

She’s an enigma.

Grover Underwood:

goat boi!!!!

one of my fave saytrs bc the others are creeps to me

sweet boi but he is often weary of me and tries to get out of situations with me in it and it makes me sad :(

His thoughts:

Scariest person I have met.

Their alters are sometimes unhinged and Klee most definitely scares me-

Once, I saw them transform into their headspace self and the crow feathers turned into SWORDS.

HER FEATHERS ARE ACTUALLY SWORDS

SHE CAN SNEEZE AND A FEATHER CAN SHOOT OUT AND TRANSFORM AND KILL SOMEONE.

Cool and scary at the same time so I kinda don’t want them to kill me

Luke Castellen:

Traitor.

but before then, he was a good kid

i mean he had the right idea, wrong execution

he comforted me during the time when i was really feeling down because of a prosecutor doing something.

i just wished he went down the right path

His Thoughts:

I kinda miss them.

Shes a nice kid and her alters are sweethearts, well as sweet as they can be.

The prosecutors are a piece of work though.

Wait what do you mean she has new alters?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN BILL IS BACK???

WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHES NOT FULLY FRONTING ANYMORE?????

Clarrise La Rue:

the fact that i relate to her is scary

we both have negligent dads and we both want them to acknowledge us and be proud of us.

and temper

we both have a temper

Her Thoughts:

Her brother got my dad on his side, respectable.

I don’t know them that well but I have seen her being belittled and mocked for her DID, which she cant control.

I will fight to make her safe because mocking someone for their mental state is not ok.

Niccolò (Nico) di Angelo:

baby brother!!!!!!!!

he is way to self destructive sometimes tho

hes one of dads favorites but i have no hard feelings about it

She’s lying. Shes crying about the fact she will never have the same fatherly love as her siblings do. -Macaque

sometimes i wish he could not look at me with contempt because i was the one that got reincarnated and not bianca

His Thoughts:

I love her but shes annoying

Tried to force me into force me into those slutty outfits and they had to restrain me to do so

I don’t know why she got a reincarnation system

Sometimes I want to find her torch of life and extinguish it for good when she gets too ‘mother-y’ and annoying

I wanna give her light to Bianca

Thats a bit too harsh but I do love her, just, not much

Wait, what do you mean she can hear this?

Wait Koiyan no- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it-

Percy: I’ll go comfort her if Cory isn’t already doing that yet.

Zagreus: I’ll book another family therapy session again.

Will Solace:

my soon to be brother in law!

me and him have fun talking through our kazoos and trying to understand what we’re saying

we kazooified so many musicals-

His Thoughts:

Kazoo buddy!!!!!

She gave me my hell cat!

She’s amazing and so cool!

I wish Nico could see that in her though…

[strawbrygashez]

Postal 1 Dude x Postal 4 Dude (w/ eventual side P2xP3)

Camping (PART 1)

Yepppp they r going camping. The title is so amazing and clever I know..😯!! This ended up a little longer than I thought it would be so I’ll post a part 2 later bc I don’t think it will let me fit the whole thing!!! TW for ableism and mentions of old sh scars

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Try as hard as p1 might, he couldn’t honestly understand why he exactly agreed to this. Not that the weather outside was awful or that he didn’t really want to not be here, but in the past, there would have been no way in hell he would have agreed to go on a bit of a camping trip. Surprising himself even more was the fact that he was wearing a lot less than usual. As he hiked up the trail besides his boyfriend, he was in cargo pants, a worn out shirt with a alien head printed on it, and most surprisingly of all, he wasn’t wearing his trench coat. Obviously this outfit was way out of his usual comfort zone but due to his boyfriends concern of him overheating, he’d decided to give the oversized clothes a break.

Of course he wasn’t mad at him, he knew he was just concerned, hell he had even took the time to help him by putting his hair into two braids for Christ sake but man it sure felt different. Especially having..all his old lacerated scars out in the open on his arms but P4 didn’t look at him any different. Him himself had ditched his usual purple robe for the occasion and P1 knew it wasn’t something his boyfriend liked to go without often so he decided, if his boyfriend he could, he could obviously as well..and he guessed changing his look up a bit instead of dying of heat would be a fair trade. P1 tried to remember the last time he’d gone without it as they made their way up the trail, watching his boots kick up dirt as they went. He’d been stuck in his mind for a while until a sudden sigh made him look back up to next to him.

“Man..I feel like we’ve been walking for at least a hour.” His boyfriend grumbled as he wiped his forehead with the hand that wasn’t preoccupied holding his cane. P1 grinned a bit and took in the near by surroundings from where they stood. “I’m sure they aren’t that much further away..do you wanna take a break?” He asked as he glanced back again to p4. The older of the two nodded before looking to his other side, glad to see there was some bushes not too far away. “I need to take a leak anyways. You’ll be alright for a second without me?” P1 nodded. “Of course. I’m not that defenseless…just make sure you don’t piss down the edge of that little cliff onto someone. Don’t wanna be kicked out just yet.” His boyfriend chuckled while shaking his head. “You take the fun out of everything yknow?”

P1 only rolled his eyes with a grin as he watched p4 turn off into a direction near by to go at least behind some trees. Hey, at least it was some kinda improvement. Like p2 and p3, his boyfriend wasn’t exactly out of the mindset it’s weird as fuck to piss anywhere at anytime. He was pretty sure he was the only Dude in the universe who acted like a normal human-being about that stuff but whatever. He wasn’t perfect either.

He finally took his eyes off him as he glanced back over to the trail. And only to his slight annoyance, it looked like a couple was heading up their way. P1 quickly put the chewable part of his necklace into his mouth as he backed up a bit as the two came closer; a man and a woman, and to his dismay, the man wouldn’t stop looking at him and just somehow, he knew the man had something on his mind or something to say. Even though he’d been working with P4 to get over his social anxiety, he still pretty much despised any interaction that wasn’t with another ‘postal dude’ so he tried to act oblivious to the two, but of course it didn’t work.

“Hey man. Do you have any idea how much further the camp sites are from here? Me and the lady are about to pass out from exhaustion.” The stranger spoke. P1 couldn’t help but to naturally make eye contact but..he knew that was all that was gonna happen. He hated people talking to him and asking him things, especially when he had to idea what the answer was. Feeling a lump in his throat of words he could have said or should, he faced away from the two. And he shouldn’t have been too surprised at the sudden tension in the air. This always happened when P1 found himself in situations he hypothetically knew how to work through but couldn’t, the other person would take it as him as being stuck up with his sudden ‘disinterested’ manner.

“Hey fuckhead. I’m talking to ya. I know you heard me.” The man spoke again, irritation starting to rise in his voice. P1 still didn’t look back at the two, but he took the chewy part of his necklace out of his mouth and mumbled. “I don’t..I dunno.” He could still feel the eyes burning into his back as the man sternly began “What was that? Speak up.” Now p1 definitely wasn’t going to be able to say anything else. Being talked to like that was one of the things he hated the most so he just kept looking down at the ground. Like he told P4, he wasn’t defenseless..he just despised interacting with assholes..but he really wouldn’t mind if his boyfriend just finally came back from his piss break so they could get a move on and-

“What? Are you fucking special or something? I-” before p1 could whip his head back at them, he must have been blessed by whatever god there was to hear a certain voice come out of seemingly nowhere. “Excuse me? What the fuck are you going on about?” P1s boyfriend said with a slight..tone that was making him feel something but..yknow time and place. P4 walked up closer to all of them, so dignified as he adjusted his privates through the fabric of his pants. The man was took off guard, suddenly now facing this other guy. “The fuck? You his helper or something?..if you need to know this guy can’t help us out at all or even talk right. So-” For the first time, the woman in the relationship spoke up finally. “Honey, just forget about it. Let’s just go.”

It seemed like P4 had other ideas though as he took another step up to them, making p1 look up again and take notice of Dudes hand sliding back into a pocket where he kept a certain ‘tool’ for taking care of idiots. Not wanting to deal with all that at the moment and really just wanting to go and met up with the others to relax, he put a arm out in front of p4 as he grew closer and shook his head. “Cmon hon- Dude..My legs are starting to hurt.” P1 said as he looked up at him. P4 looked down to his face and while..well a lot of it was covered by his sunglasses, he could tell p1 was silently pleading. Throwing another glare up to the man and woman, and seeing that they were at a stand still of either fight or flight..he frowned a bit before looking back down at him. “Whatever..”

Hearing this, the woman put a hand on the man’s back and ‘pushed’ him to start walking again, which for thank fuck, they both did. P1 and his boyfriend stood there a while as P4 watched on. P1 knew that some dark thoughts were stirring in the confines of his mind so he spoke again as he moved his arm back down and moved to just link his arm with his. “Cmon. It’s really fine. It’s just some idiots acting like I know where anything was either.” He tried. P4 only took a moment before starting to walk again with him, suddenly adding “I don’t care. You shouldn’t let people talk to you like that..I shouldn’t let people talk to you like that..” P1 was of course a bit flattered at that last part but shook his head.

“The world is full of idiots hun. Even if we.. ‘took care’ of one there is still too many left..yknow someone taught me that.” He smiled as he added in that last part with a slight nudge. P4 was pretty much at the stage in his life where he was done being angry at everyone but both were sure that..the urge to give dumbasses the ‘what for’ would never die down in him, but they both promised they’d try to do better at least. At least seeing P1 smile got him to finally relax just a tad and smile back.. “whoever told you that doesn’t know what their talking about.”

[existentialcrisis-24-7]

Oc posting time

Ramblings ahead!

This is Mac in a formal outfit I’ve been throwing around for a silly Cinderella themed episode that is like, the B-plot of several episodes (shoe’s not magical or anything so the Prince/Important Person remembers his face and starts a manhunt). I was also exploring some cultural world building with witches bc it was kind of a thing that cropped up any time I drew a witch (bar one character who has an excuse) that they’d always wear some kind of witchy coat with a simple dress/gown underneath and that became such a regular consistent choice that I unconsciously went “yeah Mac would wear that but fancy” the moment the question of formal wear came up. Like he’s not a witch anymore but you don’t really just forget the culture and the norms you were raised with even if he doesn’t have the opportunity to wear a witchy coat and a dress/gown in his daily life. Anyway take this man in a dress.

These are all the same guy. He’s a Prince from a long time ago who got cursed and who’s soul and body is now directly tied to his sword (not pictured bc I can’t draw swords). I want him to look like the stereotypical rich vampire. He’s not I just think it’s funny (especially given there is a vampire in the group but he got turned like a month ago and is still coping with the trauma). He first gets introduced with short hair but as the story goes on he grows it out. Also he doesn’t know what modern fashion is, be nice. I was also toying around with a formal outfit for him, but it’s much harder bc all the inspo I have for him is patterned and I’m not drawing all that in a sketch.

This is Rosemary idk her gender, she doesn’t either. Shes fuckinf going thru it rn trying to figure out herself while surviving on her own. Her story is completely unrelated to the other two dudes’ one. I don’t think they’ll ever actually meet in canon. I just drew her and wanted to share. Shes half human, half this world’s equivalent of dwarf, which is a kind of elf (called Umbram in-universe). She was also turned into a vampire a while back. I’ll go into Umbrams some other time, but vampires can access some blood magic that allows them to change form, usually into something more appealing to others, and she lives in an area with a high human and (tree) elf population (tree elves look different and they don’t Have a name yet).

[fionacle]

My school is a (Franciscan) Catholic school. I go bc it’s like 3 miles from my house, some family members went there and said it was ok, and I got a scholarship. it was just ‘eh good enough’ I’ve never wanted to go to any schools I can’t imagine. Anyway, the kids are insane. You got your usual bullying, but let me list off some things that have happened:

Freshmen got caught having sex in the stairway during international night, it was caught on camera and for legal reasons they had to show it to the parents.

Freshman got caught having sex in the bathroom.

My Sophomore year we had a Bronx Zoo trip and idk what stories are true (some people said they threw rocks at peacocks and they died, some people said people climbed into enclosures) but whatever it was people harassed animals and my school is now banned from the Bronx Zoo.

Every year the day before the first day we have a like 2 hour assembly to get you back into the school year grind and then you go home. One year two girls got into a fight and one pulled off the other’s weave, one or more got suspended I believe. Everyone kept talking about how there was a fight before school even started.

Two boys got in a fight over something, I forget, but one slammed the other’s head into a tree, he got a concussion and the other kid’s family got sued.

This year on decades day (every year there’s a week where each day the seniors dress up, for decades day you could wear an 80s or 70s or 90s or 2000s or whatever outfit, I think they said no 1700s and stuff which is so BORING but whatever :/) this one guy WHO IS IN MY HOMEROOM came dressed as a slave (he’s black, so like less bad than a white guy, but, yeah.) I didn’t even notice what he was until he got called out of the room, my friends and I thought he was a farmer 😭. I don’t know exactly what happened but I know he got in trouble.

Praying I didn’t just give away where I go to school

i did actually attend a catholic school as a kid because it was the only school within walking distance and my parents worked all week so they couldn't drop me off elsewhere and while i was there one of the other kids stabbed me through the hand with a pencil during a fight so i guess i'm like. 1/5th stigmatic.

[kikisfuneralservice]

LEE JINKI BF HEADCANONS

always wanted to know what lee jinki is like as a boyfriend? your questions have been answered…

includes nsfw content‼️

*ALL CONTENT IS PURELY FICTIONAL AND NON-ASSOCIATIVE WITH ANY OF SHINEE OR SM ENTERTAINMENT- PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES!*

FLUFF:

blushes REALLY bad whenever you say cute things to him 

always loves mornings with you because he gets to hold you close in his arms and likes to trace little shapes in stars onto your back and call them your own little constellations 

loves buying you little gifts. you get a new little bracelet or pair of earrings every single damn day

he always INSISTS that lunch is on him, so you probably owe him a thousand dollars by now but you can’t fight him on that. 

just learns how to cook for you

he’s always wanted to learn how to ballroom dance so he takes you with him and it’s annoying in the moment but when you’re alone at night under the stars outside ballroom dancing with each other on the patio it rlly is all worth it 

he is always permanently stuck in the honeymoon phase no matter how far along your relationship is bc he always feels it in his stomach when u smile at him proudly across the room even if it’s just for some stupid little thing

holds you in his hands like you’re his mother’s vase that’s worth millions of dollars because he couldn’t live a day more if he ever hurt you

always takes initiative first. he just wants you to know that he can handle it and be able to protect you

might as well just slap a superman cape on him bc he’s gonna be your superman and swear on it

you buy him a superman shirt to solidify this idea and he wears it to bed every day

holds you tight at the end of the day and always is like “superman did it again!! he’s saved the day!” and tickles you bc you know he always does save the day

even on your worst days he’s there as close or far away as you want him to be from you. everything is always all your call

likes going in picnics under the willow trees because the view from the hill is always so beautiful and he wants you to experience it with him

also loves to read to you :(

is the bitch that says i love you on the top of the ferris wheel

he makes everything cheesy because he only wants you to be happy at your fullest

the both of you love to go window shopping together. ikea is usually to go-to bc jinki loves the food court and likes to go around holding ur hand and telling u that that’s where u guys are gonna live and this is the living room u guys will have

game nights

you guys have multiple board games and card games. you don’t even invite friends over- you just compete against each other

always takes the family path on the game of life

“my daughter fell out of the car… and you did too…”

rlly likes shopping for you for some odd reason he just likes making outfits for you

“this would look stunning on you y/n!!!!” the outfit: a turtleneck and cargo pants

“this would make me look like kim possible”

“yea but she's pretty! just like you!” ok jinki

doesn’t wanna buy all the extraneous outdoor xmas decorations so he takes you on a whirlwind tour though the neighborhood to look at other people’s houses and their decorations 

insists to pay for everything bc he is so in love with u

will also buy things you do not need whatsoever but purely bc you cannot live without this peach smelling shampoo

on a related note, he loves resting his head on the top of your head and kissing it

loves just treating u like a prince/princess he rlly does he is your prince your knight in shining armor 

SMUT:

the both of you take turns in taking control but it’s mostly you because he just loves seeing you on top of him

he’s always seen you as empowering and just the mere thought of your strength on him turns him on

does not prefer ass or tits more - he loves both equally. loves all parts of your body and will always let you know that

he kinda researches in secret bc he thinks he lacks compared to you, so he always wants to find new things to try

one time he ordered a vibrator from amazon (like any bitch does ofc) and was immediately confused when he opened it

put the batteries in and got startled when it started moving and dropped it on the floor

will need a minute, but he’ll get the hang of it. he just wants you to feel good 

he tells you that but you tell him the same thing back, and of course, he doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s always excited at the idea of you up against him

also takes everything relatively slow so he can savor each moment 

likes when u have a sweet drink before kissing him bc it tastes so much better on your lips

one time you mentioned that you wanted to try giving him a lap dance and he thought it was only in the movies

sat him down in a chair and let the kid go wild 

he’s hesitant but once you move his hands on your body and grind against him, he gets the hang of it

tries to hide his noises bc he’s embarrassed but u let him know it’s ok 

“idk but it’s embarrassing…”

and ur like fine 

and u just moan and cry for him until he understands that it’s ok and that well,, it’s hot

his heart rate is 10 light years ahead of him

u buy lingerie that you think he would like bc he’s always so clipped about what he wants from u at least sex-wise, but u know that he goes bazonkers when u put on a pretty outfit for him

you go and tell him u bought a new outfit and he’s excited bc he likes ur little fashion shows, but when u come out and ur wearing a see-through flimsy piece, his face goes tomato red

u love teasing him too: “jinki… do u like my outfit? i got it just for you…”

he doesn’t know what to say or do first bc he doesn’t know if he should be looking away or looking right at you

“aren’t you cold…?”

just wanna pleasure him for all that he’s done for u

gets easily overstimulated, so he’s very nervous, and often finishes quicker than he intends to, but he can never control himself around u

you feel a little bad for the poor kid, but seeing him lose himself in your arms over and over and over…

he often reaches his bursting point, so u try to calm him down a little in the moment, but he’s blabbering all over the place and leaking everywhereeeee……. soooooo

you get a rush out of being sneaky, so you bring him to the movies and try to pull some shit

“why are we seeing this movie it came out 4 months ago? i bet no one will be there.”

thats the point, darling!

“i’m gonna get red vines!” jinki wait hold on

he gets the red vines

“why arent you paying attention to the movie?”

is flabbergasted that you’re even doing this, but screw it, you’re in the back of an empty movie theater and he gets the bj of his life

asks you to “wear that outfit again”

he’s a creature of habit, and what works for him works for him

is nervous about exploring but it’s ok as long as he has you <3

--

surprise!!! i wanted to make it up to you all for all your support that you’ve given me over the past few months when i was MIA, so i pulled some headcanons out of the drafts i had (which i have for each member hehe). i figured i’d pull something out before i completed my jjong os... thank you all again for your support, and if you enjoy, then feel free to like or reblog or turn on my notifs for more future content-- or follow me on my twitter!

[antiloreolympus]

10 Anti LO Asks

(Note: All of these asks are before episode 206 (Season 2 finale) so some may be dated.) 1. Am I just dumb or do the lo fans who insist we "see" how powerful Persephone is are actually lying? Because sure we'vr see big trees and once or twice seen "wild" vegetation, but have we ever actually SEEN her use her powers? and no the AOW doesn't count since that wasn't her actually doing it willingly (such a dumb retcon). IDK it seems like we've seen more instances of  Hades using their powers all the time yet we've never actually seen the supposed "chosen one" Persephone once use her own.

2. It's so frustrating how there's no reflection on Rachel nor the fandom's part for how Eros is depicted. When he's around Persephone he starts acting more "feminine" and even gets design-wise to look more "feminine" with his posing, eyelashes, beauty marks, and slimed down with more androgynous clothes, but as soon as he's with Psyche he's depicted as much taller, muscular, and in darker more "manly" outfits with chiseled features. I don't even think it's intentional, but it's very hmm induing.

3. At the begging of LO RS made it seem like Persephone didn’t have many friends or that her friends were kinda just spies for Demeter so she kept them at arms length, where we’d see that Artemis is suppose to be her first “real friend” and I guess Eros too? But no this whole time she had dead flower nymphs that didn’t get named almost 200 episodes in; and after mentioning said dead flower Nymphs Persephone wants to watch Hades’ first meeting with herself where she was naked/he was drunk so they can have a laugh. 

4. NGL I want RS to cover the Trojan War bc I want to see what absolutely stupid ideas she'd put into it but also I just know she'd make Helen hashtag Empowered™️ by wanting Paris and being complacent in the deaths of thousands and be weirdly anti Menelaus who is clearly the bad guy here but also she'd make sure Helen's "beauty" is in comparing her to Persephone because of course you can't have anyone be hotter than her. I can see it vividly and it's horrendous.

5. I mean idk making LO be 100 give or take episodes would have probably been for the better. Im not saying it couldnt be a bit longer than that, but she's basically restarted the whole story 200+ episodes in, so there's really no excuse to claim she HAD to have all these episodes when other popular webtoons got their stories done in a good way without such an excessive amount. IMHO A short but strong story is so much better than a dragged out, weak story like LO has turned into.

6. TBH I'm surprised LO hasn't done a "cancellation' plotline yet. I can see it now, Hades ranting the media is trying to ruin Persephone's reputation and trying to take away all her prospects and shaming her for the harmless crime of mass murder. Probably throw in some "it is misogyny to critique her" for good measure and with zero reflection as he's in his massive mansion as he gets rich off ongoing slave labor. I feel like just off her handling of Thanatos we'll get it eventually.

7. I was going to say why is there never any gay renderings of HxP only to remember than one MLM comic on Canvas that just rips off LO down exact plot points and the only major WLW version i've seen was a book so hyper violent towards Persephone (with female Hades?? loving to abuse her??) and hateful of Demeter it actually made me sick to my stomach. Anyway outlaw HxP retellings i've had ENOUGH 🗣

8. the fans claiming "rachel is giving persephone a CHOICE" which like for one, who says she has the authority? but even then she's still, you know, a fictional character, she doesnt have agency by the mere fact she's fiction, so at the very least it has to be written into her character to make choices within the narrative, but rachel doesnt even do that? stuff just HAPPENS to persephone and she doesnt react, she's just yanked along. rachel doesnt even write her to make choices, she just exists.

9. its funny rachel claims LO is some empowering feminist story when its like, even barring the clear fact its NOT, the "feminism" is basically the "more 👏🏽 female 👏🏽 CEOS 👏🏽"logic of not actually fixing old power structures and creating equality. the system doesnt need to change, it just needs to be more accessible, which doesnt actually fix anything. making persephone be another CEO doesnt make it suddenly feminist, she's just now profiting from an unfair system like the men already do.

10. People are calling Hades "Persephone's husband" 🤡 yes we all know how it will end but at this point he is merely a guy she knew for 3 weeks 10 years ago. Calling him husband is ridiculous.

[moemammon]

When I was in High School, my crush and I got into a fight and neither of us were talking to each other. One day I was headed up the stairwell to get to my science class, when I saw them coming up from behind... I don't think they had even noticed me yet considering that they were busy talking to their friend BUT I am slow going up stairs so even if I rushed up the stairs roadrunner style they would have caught up to me, well; the little corner that connects the steps going up to the second floor and the steps heading down to the ground floor had a large open window... and I jumped out, like I literally just jumped out. I didn't even think it through, I just saw the window and my body was like "Yep, IK what to do." I landed on a bush or tree? It's too big to call a bush but too small to call a tree, landed in a squat before my feet gave out and I fall onto my knees and got two large grass stains on my jeans knee part, couldn't walk right either after that landing, I was shaky all day lol but it was a risk well calculated bc the whole thing would have been so awkward. I mean we used to be like BFFS before the rumors began and then they started and we just stopped talking without warning, we couldn't even look at each other. Our science partners, bc we were in groups of four, literally got fed up of our bullshit bc we literally refused to acknowledge the others existence... anyway, I digress...

Anyway, this whole story is a long winded way of me requesting how the brothers would react to an MC that literally just jumps out windows to avoid awkward moments, or to dodge people that want to ask them for favors, or when they straight up want to avoid someone?

And sorry about the large ass message, but thanks for letting me vent

You have a special place in my heart, window-jumping anon. Just uhhhhhhh look down next time okay? Ily

The Demon Brothers react to GN!MC jumping out of a window to avoid an awkward moment

(Mario jumping sound effect)

Lucifer

He approached you after class to ask exactly what you were snickering at your D.D.D. about during class.

Must've been real funny if you weren't listening to your lecture, huh?

"I imagine you've somehow found something worthy of laughing about in Demonology 101?"

You do not have the guts to tell him that you and Mammon were texting back and forth, abusing a new photo editing app to alter pictures of the eldest himself.

I mean, take a wild guess about how he’d react to seeing how big you edited his head to be-

The avatar of pride lets his eyes pierce into you, like he's trying to stare a hole through your blanket of "uh"s and "um"s,

You don't exactly see a way out of this one, but you can NOT let Lucifer see your photo gallery.

So you glance to your left to the open classroom window, and do the only thing you can think of: you jump.

Luckily you're on the ground floor so you??? really didn't have to jump so dramatically. But the fact that you yeeted yourself into a bush JUST to escape has left Lucifer speechless.

Honestly? He so impressed with your dedication that he's not gonna stop you. Besides, he's gonna see you back at home anyway so-

Also thinks you might be hanging around Mammon too much because that 100% seems like a stunt he’d pull.

Mammon

GIVE GOLDIE BACK RIGHT NOW

He KNOWS Lucifer told you to bring the credit card to him, and he demands to know where it's hidden! He's positive you know where it is!

But you don't really though?? You just brought the card to him like you were asked. If anything, you're the victim here!

But Mammon isn't having that. The avatar of greed is circling around you like an angry cat, patting you all over like airport security to see if you've got his beloved card.

"Where is it, huh?! Ya really think you can steal from THE Mammon?! Even if Lucifer told ya to, who do ya think you are?!"

When he has confirmed that you don't in fact have his previous Goldie, he's now cornering you up against a wall.

If looks could kill, you would've exploded into a fine powder

And you feel like your mental strength is about to do just that. So what do you do after you notices the slightest of breezes caress your face?

You jump outta that open window, before Mammon can even finish his "Wh- Oi! What're ya-"

Even though you just face planted into the garden, you're up on your feet and making a mad dash for somewhere that wasn't here.

Mammon lets you run for ten while seconds before he's hopping out after you. You think you can outfox the Great Mammon?! Think again!!!

Levi

You... weren't interested in this movie in the slightest, but you didn't have the heart to tell Levi that. Especially not after he’d begged/harassed you for the past week about watching it with him!

Reluctantly you agreed, and now you were suffering,,,But Levi was ecstatic! This movie was a classic! Sure it was an old one and the acting was a little bad, but you could overlook that if you watched it with your heart, not your eyes!

According to Levi.

You managed to keep your eyes open for the grueling one and a half hour movie, enduring every corny line of bad acting, horrible CGI, and lame sound effects straight out of a 90s super hero movie, and now the hell was finally over...

Or so you though, until Levi followed that up by immediately pulling out a cosplay outfit worn by one of the supporting characters in the show.

Funny how it seemed specifically tailored to your measurements. Even funnier how Levi was looking at you with those damned eyes.

You knew what he wanted without him even having to say it. But one look at the gaudy outfit he presented to you made your heart burn with a sudden indescribable urge.... to escape.

Honestly you caught him so off guard by suddenly getting up and sprinting out of the room, that he makes a sound that's pretty much the noise equivalent of "?!?!?!?!?!?"

He watches you run down to the end of the hall, throw the window open, and fuckin JUMP. Pretty sure he just witnessed your death??

Also this kinda solidified his 'gross otaku' mentality, seeing as you literally jumped out of a window to get out of cosplaying with him. A simple no would've sufficed, MC.......,.,,..,,,

Hey gamers... can we get an F in the chat? 😔✌️💦

Satan

Satan lent you a book to read last week that he was sure you'd be interested in! He found it pretty interesting himself, so he wants to see if you'd like it as much as he did.

That being said, you don't have the heart to tell him that you,,, didn't read any of it. Well you kind of did, if the cover counts for anything.

You doubt he would accept that as an answer, considering how you told him how much you appreciated receiving the book, and how you'd definitely read it and let him know how it was.

So now, Satan had come into your room with two cups of tea, ready to settle down and have a nice, long talk about your thoughts on the riveting plot that you promised you would indulge in.

"I'm really glad you decided to read it. I found that the protagonist reminded me a lot like you. I'd like to know what you thought about it."

Satan sets down the tea cups, and one sip tells you that he brewed it exactly the way you like.

His expression is eager and warm as he waits for you to begin gushing about just how deeply the story touched you... how absolutely moved you are by the sheer majesty that was the book he lent you...

Okay yeah, you're sweating bullets. You can't imagine how the sparkly eyed avatar of wrath would react to learning that you chose the company of your D.D.D. over Satan's book.

You don't have such an ice cold hard that you can just crush this book nerds dreams like that! And every time you look at his expectant face, the weight of your crimes weigh heavier on you until... you break.

Satan watches in shock and awe as you almost perfectly reenact the big scene where the main character leaps out of the window of a building rigged to explode, before making their escape. And you did just that.

Wow.. he never thought you could be so moved by a story, but he completely understands...

Asmo

How many outfits, Asmo. HOW MANY OUTFTITS WILL IT TAKE TO APPEASE YOU?

He's made you model TWELVE outfits so far, and you swear if you see another ascot, you're gonna lose your mind.

Asmodeus doesn't seem to notice the way the light slowly fades from your eyes, because he's pulling out outfit number thirteen with that cheery smile of his.

"Isn't this one absolutely adorable? Look, this part will look lovely around your waist! This part here hugs your body in all the right places, and this-"

You can't do it. You've gotta get out of here. You'd love to stand around and get mild rug burn from trying on a billion different clothes, but-

Actually no you wouldn't.

You DID promise Asmo you'd hang out with him today, but this wasn't really your idea of a good time.

"-Oooh, just thinking about it makes me want to eat you up~! Here, put it on for me, will you? I'll give you a kiss as a reward!"

You would do no such thing.

You make a mad dash for his ornate window and push it open. He has no time to stop you as he helplessly watches you vault yourself out like the room was on fire.

"MC?! Wh-where are you going?? Come back here! Grass stains are impossible to get out of that fabric!!!"

Beel

He means well. I swear he does. It's just that Beel can be a little... overbearing when he's worried about you. He cares, okay?

But he hasn't seen you eat anything all day! You tell him it's because you've got a stomach ache from who knows what, and you promise you've had little snacks here and there to keep from starving, but he can't accept that!

Eating is important, and you need it to survive. So Beelzebub was currently trying to nudge your mouth open with a pizza slice, while you vehemently refused. "Just one bite. And then another after that. You have to eat, or you'll go hungry... and I don't want that."

Beel knows the true pain of being hungry, and he’d never wish that on you! So just forget about your stomach ache for two seconds and open up-

Not that you really can. The aroma of that pizza was not sitting well on your stomach, and you were pretty sure you needed a fast escape or you'd risk losing your lunch. Greasy foods didn't exactly mix well with sour stomachs...

Beel still won't let up. He has a strong hand planted firmly on the small of your back, as if trying to prevent you from leaning back any further in your attempt to escape the pizza.

"If you eat this, I'll treat you to dessert at Madam Screams," he says, as if bribing your refusal of food USING food will somehow work out.

You can't break his heart, but you seriously can't eat that! Your head is spinning, thoughts racing, face becoming greasier and greasier from the pizza pressed against it, and-

You snap. In a sudden burst of strength you break free from Beel's grasp, and sprint toward the nearest window. All you see is your chance for freedom, and you're taking it.

You leap out and tumble into the ground, all while Beelzebub wonders what?? Just happened???? Did you really hate pizza that much...?

He never knew you were such a picky eater... To think you'd go so far as to jump out of the window though...

Belphie

You thought it was cute at first, when Belphegor wanted you to join him for his naps. And you didn't mind much. It was the weekend, you were tired, and he makes a pretty good body pillow.

But you didn't realize he planned for this to become an everyday thing. The youngest might not act it, but he sure could be spoiled.

But seriously, if you slept any longer, you might never have a normal sleep schedule again! It never occurred to you just how often Belphie sleeps.

He's definitely not human, because there's no way you can keep up with that, and maintain a normal lifestyle.

But the way he quietly, gently grabs your sleeve to cue your next nap session makes your heart clench. Why was it so damned hard to say no to this gremlin??

You were trying your best though, but the words always seemed to get caught in your throat. Belphie picked apart your excuses, doing everything in his power to take you back to the attic.

"You can study when you wake up." "Mammon wants to go shopping? Reschedule." "Lucifer told you not to be late to the board meeting? Just hide."

You're starting to get sucked into the sleepy lull of his voice, and it feels like your entire body is becoming heavy with fatigue. But no.... you resist!

Since there's no escaping this through words, you have to think fast. Fortunately, your fast thinking has led to an amazing solution!

Jump out of the window, baby

Belphie is just??? Did you fuckin???? Are your legs okay??????????????

He probably stops asking you to nap with him for a while, since you're willing to almost break your legs just to get out of it. You're gonna make him have weird dreams....

[pencilscratchins]

three wip pages drawn in september from that very silly mini comic that will probably take four years to complete lmao [id under the cut bc its very long]

PAGE ONE: panel 1: an overhead sketch of the blue, checkered dance floor from the wedding in the finale of LOK- couples are dancing, seeing pema and tenzin, korra and asami, bolin and opal, and mako and wu.

panel 2: Wu, in a fancy green velvet jacket, has his arms around Mako’s shoulders, who is dressed in a more simple formal grey suit and his right arm in a sling. Mako’s face is visible and he’s looking sweetly at the prince. dialogue:

Wu: See, I told you you don't need two hands to cut a rug.

Mako: I wouldn't say we're exactly cutting a rug right now.

panel 3: the pair is slightly turned, as if theyre spinning while dancing- wu now facing the camera as mako’s back faces it. Mako’s uninjured arm is around wu’s waist.  dialogue

Wu: See, that's where you'd be wrong. Have someone bring a rug over, put it under our feet, we will destroy it--

panel 4: Wu’s still facing the camera, but now on the other side, hand holding mako’s shoulder. mako’s face is tucked in wu’s neck. dialogue:

Mako: wu

Wu: I'm serious, you're horribly mistake-- we probably shouldn't ask Zhu Li, it is her wedding

panel 5: A longer panel, wu and mako smiling at each other face to face, both in profile. theyre lit by the moon light and lanterns peaking through the trees. Wu’s hand is on mako’s shoulder.

Mako: wu

Wu: what? I’m kidding. (mostly)

Mako: wu

panel 6: close up of wu’s face, as he says what?

panel 7: close up of mako’s face. he’s smiling coyly.

PAGE TWO: panel 1: Mako captures Wu’s lips in a passionate kiss. Wu looks surprised, his hand moved to the back of Mako’s neck. Theyre both blushing, the tops of their heads breaking into the white of the panel.

panel 2: a close up of Wu’s face, no longer kissing. he looks swept off his feet as he asks “mako?”

panel 3: a close up of mako-- he looks soft but determined. dialogue: 

Mako: Wu, I can't ignore this anymore. I have feelings for you-- I don't think I realized it until you told me you were gonna abdicate, but... Wu, you're my forever boy.

panel 4: Wu and Mako are in profile again, still in their dancing position. dialogue: 

Wu: Mako-!

Mako: And you have great hair.

panel 5: A close up of Wu, waving off the comment with his hand faking modesty. dialogue:

Wu: I... it's just good genes and coconut oil...

panel 6: a close up of mako’s face-- he still looks determined, but shaken a bit by nerves. dialogue:

Mako:  Please, Wu, I have to know... do you...

panel 7: a close up of wu, mako’s shoulder in shot. dialogue: 

Wu: Yes?

panel 8: Again, the boys are in profile, dancing-- but their position is intimate. Their lips are just barely apart, sharing the breathe before a kiss-- both their eyes are closed, ready to kiss again. dialogue:

Mako: Do you agree that putting funds into technical education will reap the most benefits for impoverished students?

panel 9: a long panel, mostly empty-- only wu is visable over mako’s silhouetted shoulder. wu looks confused, brows furrowed, saying “What?” in the background, the word “Wu?” fades into full opacity, until it forms a nearly fully rendered speech bubble that says “Wu?”

PAGE THREE: panel 1: Wu, now dressed in his princely outfit (green ascot, forest green jacket, yellow sash) looking like he just woke up from a day dream the panel around him looking like a popped bubble. he says: “huh?”

panel 2: president moon, korra, and asami are sitting at a curved, diplomatic table. they’re clearly in a meeting, mako’s uniformed torso barely visible in the background. moon looks like she’s waiting for a response; korra looks amused; and asami looks like she’s barely keeping back a smile, pointing at Wu. dialogue:

Asami: We were just finalizing everyone's thoughts on the lower ring rehabilitation? 

panel 3: Korra and Asami are shown in 3/4 view, Asami in the foreground and Korra, with her arms crossed dressed in her blue tank top. she looks throughly amused. dialogue:

Korra: Yeah, You were really ruminating on it.

panel 4: under the table, asami’s foot (dressed in a maroon, 1920′s style heel) kicks korra’s brown booted foot, the sound thop! emphasizes the movement.

panel 5: above the table again; asami looks at korra looking like “really? come on,”, korra is mid covering her smile with her right hand, still grinning, snorting and clearing her throat.

panel 6: Wu looks flustered, blushing as his shoulder go up shocked. dialogue:

Wu: Oh! Right! ... uh...

panel 7: Wu is gesturing wildly with both his hands, the corners of some other advisors at the table are on either sides of him. Wu looks unsure of himself. dialogue:

Wu: Oh! Right! Uh-- Ms. Sato, your plan was impeccably thought out. I-- couldn't think of a better one myself. Full support.

panel 8: a close up of president moon in her official uniform-- she looks pleasantly neutral. her speech bubble splits off in several ovals, extending past the next three panels. dialogue:

Moon: Good, then we're all in agreement. I believe that's all we had on the table today. Which is good, because I think my husband will go catatonic if we don't find something shiny for him to play with. I think we're ready to call it a day.

panel 9: Wu is shot from far away-- mako’s perspective. He looks unsure, nervous.

panel 10: a close up of mako’s face-- he’s dressed in his fancy uniform. he looks concerned.

panel 11: korra cracks her neck, hand against the back of her shoulder. she looks thrilled to be done with the meeting: dialogue:

Korra: agreed!