#He's a drama queen

[sixerstanley]

guys you dont understand i feel like. ford sees things in black in white like all the fucking time. for most of his adult life he 100% thinks he's destined to be the hero of the story, especially a tragic hero who sacrifices himself for the greater good.

But when Stan is the one who does that, and he realizes how shittily he's treated him after Bill is defeated, he goes the opposite direction entirely, self-loathing and all

Ford: perhaps.........i have been the villain of this story all along......................

Stan: sixer, for the last time. you're not a fuckin' villain, you're a fuckin' human. can you pass the bacon.

[ssaraexposs]

Does he study for dramatic comebacks before every fight?

[icycoldninja]

Genesis incorrect quotes

Genesis : Hey, thanks for checking in, I’m ✨still a piece of garbage✨

Genesis : Oh and for your information, I don't have an ego.

Genesis : My facebook photo is a landscape.

Genesis : Pros and cons of dating me. Genesis : Pros. You'll be the cute one. Genesis : Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-

Genesis : If you can’t beat them, dress better than them.

Genesis : 'Person of interest' is almost too flattering. Genesis : Like, if the police were to pound on my door and go, 'A man has been murdered in your building and you are a person of interest,' I'd be like, 'Moi? Oh, do go on.'

Genesis : Okay okay stop asking me if I'm straight, gay, bi, whatever. I identify as a FUCKING THREAT.

Genesis : BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!

Genesis : Dear friends, your Christmas gift this year… is me. That’s right, another year of friendship. Your membership has been renewed.

Genesis : You wanna see how hardcore I am?

Genesis : punches wall

Genesis :

Genesis : Take me to the hospital.

[dotchi18]

Hi! I like your writing :) I dunno if you're still doing the flower prompts, but could I request H (hyraendga) with the demon of your choice? If not, then have a nice day :))

Hey there!

Thank you so much for the compliment, sure you can request that!

It was a bit tricky picking a demon and a situation, so I kind of took an embarrassingly long time, but I Hope you like this! :D

H - Hydrangea (heartfeltness, gratitude): “I thank every divine being that exists for having guided me to you.”

Yandere!Asmodeus x Reader

(Anyone who says regular Asmodeus is plenty Yandere is absolutely correct, but since the Flower prompts are Yandere, I might as well tag him with it <3 )

Also, I usually put the prompts at the very start of the Yandere with the first meeting, so I thought it would be nice to put it a little further in! <3

Warnings: Mentions of Reader Death, Manipulative and Delusional Behavior, Reader being Called 'Darling' and 'Hon'

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When your senses came back to you, your entire body pulsed in utter and complete agony.

Where were you?

Honestly the effort it was taking you to open your eyes led you to give up on that pretty quickly, you can get back to it later.

What was the last thing you remembered?

You remembered exiting a store with your friends and walking along the sidewalk, but what happened after...

You weren't too sure.

It was then, laying where you were, you heard humming.

Cheery and in tune, it was a sound from a voice you remembered.

Your friend.

It was your friend Asmo.

With an effort that felt like you put a crowbar under them, you finally forced open your eyes.

The first thing you saw was pink-red sheets you laid upon, the smoothness really blossoming on your skin now that things were coming back to you as your eyes casted up.

And there he was, sitting on a chair with a pink seat and a barred back in the shape of a heart, clad in a fluffy robe you recognized.

You had joked in that robe he looked like someone who was 'mourning the 'mysterious' disappearance of their rich husband'.

It was fluffy around the edges, almost angelic in vision as the rest of it hugged his slender body as he was slowly peeling away his face mask to smooth skin, admiring his beautiful face with his champagne-colored eyes until his eyes turned and met with yours.

His whole countenance brightened and he pushed away from the table, turning his body to you as he beamed.

" Oh my Darling, How wonderful you're awake!"

He strode over almost toe to toe causing a swing to his hips, his eyes sparkling as he pressed a well-manicured hand into the blankets before you.

" How are you feeling Hon? After what had happened, you're going to need some rest."

What was he talking about?

" What happened?" You finally managed after some pause, your throat feeling achy, " Where is everyone else?"

" Oh Darling, don't worry about anything else anymore." Asmo ran his other hand over your hair, combing his fingers through it in a soothing gesture that made your eyes feel heavy again, but you fought off the comforting gesture for some answers.

" No, Asmo... what happened?"

He sighed indulgently as if you had asked him thing, reclining right beside you as his eyes stared into yours with a small smile on his face.

" You died, Hon."

The words were like receiving a cold splash of water to your face, your body jolting as you sat up, pain blistering through you as you gasped, Asmo's eyes wide as he sat up with you, his arms wrapping around you as you shook. " Shh Shh... Darling, it will take you some time for your body to adjust to what happened-"

" I died?"

Your head pounded as you tried to think about what had happened just earlier.

You had been walking with your friends... You all had just went browsing in a store, Asmo was there as well, you remembered that.

You remembered walking down the sidewalk, talking and laughing with your friends.

And then you remember looking beside yourself to Asmo.

He was holding a drink in his hand, something that he had offered a sip to you earlier, the taste on your tongue as he smiled to you, a smooth, knowing smile.

Then you felt his hand, so manicured and delicate looking, go to your shoulder, and with a force your mortal brain couldn't comprehend he shoved you.

You remembered stumbling over the curb in surprise, and then... everything went black.

Your body felt like ice, and you were unsure if it was because you were dead or if the blood you had simply just went cold from the realization.

" You?"

" Aw Hon, don't look at me like that~" Asmodeus huffed as he sat up, the look of betrayal on your face making him pout, " It was the only way for me to preserve you as you are.

Waiting any longer and who knows what might have happened to you, you know?"

His tone was almost scolding, as if you were a doll that someone could handle improperly and bring you back in a worse state than the perfection you already were to him.

" What in the hell is going on?" You were too stunned to do much at the moment.

Why were you here?

Where was here anyways?

You were definitely angry, but what could you even do with all of that when you were dead?

" Hell is a rather correct term my lovely!" Asmo giggled as he stood, his attention still fully on you, " You see, this is probably hard to believe, but I am a very important person in this place, and I just had to pull a few strings to get you right here, where you belong!"

You could only stare at him in shock as Asmo laughed and went back to the make-up table, cleaning up what he had worked on, glancing in the mirror for a moment before grabbing at a few more things, gathering it as he snapped his fingers and you felt your upper body being lifted from the bed as if a doll being picked up by an invisible hand, your body too sore and disused to do more than hang limply as you tried to shake your head.

" Why? "

" Why? Well why not?" Asmo flounced back with a smile, placing a few silk pillows underneath you to eventually prop your head up as he unscrewed the caps to the make-up he had brought over and laid by himself on the bed, gently gripping you by the jaw, where his warm and soft hands made contact filling you with the feeling of pins and needles as he rubbed against your flesh, trying to massage feeling back into it, but putting more effort into the make-up he brought.

" I do love you so much after all! Now, I know you're upset, but you'll get over it."

Your mind was a mess. How does one even comprehend the horrible mess one was in?

It was hard enough to truly believe in a life after death, but to know that you were in Hell, and a friend of yours specifically sent you there for themselves, it was too much.

The make-up felt like he was painting a shell upon your face, more than likely because you barely had any feeling in your face, so this new stuff felt unnatural as Asmo happily pampered your limp body.

He wouldn't let you speak when you tried to voice your frustrations, sealing your mouth shut.

" You can vent your frustrations at me when you feel better tomorrow.

For today we're just going to get you all dolled up in a way I know you'll look good in, and we're going to rest together!

Then, we'll see if you're fit to walk tomorrow!"

Tears of frustration burned in your eyes, but Asmo merely smiled his poisonously sweet smile, cupping your face with both his hands this time, mostly settled in your hair and under your jaw to not ruin the make-up, his champagne-colored eyes settled on yours.

" I thank every divine being that exists for having guided me to you.

I'm going to make sure that after everything blows over, we're going to have the best time together!"

A tear started to streak from your eye, and Asmo wiggled a bit before leaning close and licking the tear from your cheek.

" I promise!"

[inky-duchess]

Do you have a favourite historical figure (from any period)?

Gaius Octavius Caesar, Emperor Augustus. I'm mean there has never been a more pathetic, brilliant and relatable man.

Reasons why:

He attends the major naval battle of Actium where his whole future and that of Rome hangs in the balance... And lays down on the deck of his ship staring up at the sky.

Kills the rich by the masses when he runs out of money.

On his death bed, literally asked for applause.

Adopted his own wife after his death so she could be made "Augusta" which is the highest title a woman could have.

When his commander in Germany lost his legions in the Teutoburg incident, he banged his head off the wall screaming, "Quintilius Varus, give me back my legions!"

[justshipsandstuff]

Post canon spoilers!

Lately I’ve really enjoyed drawing Mithrun just living life and interacting with other people

[cynicjovial]

bird comic

[etrevil]

Expressive Dazai, stressed Dazai, you will forever be loved 😌🙏

[shinedoitsulikeabright]

Oh, you just KNOW he prepared that little monologue of his weeks in advance... That's why he didn't attack immediately after Ody blinded Polyphemus.

Dude Poseidon waited 7 straight years for Odysseus that kind of obsession

He really wants him all by himself and amiphitrite is going to be piss

Amphitrite is just pissed he won't shut it she doesn't give a shit about ody

@t4m3-simp

[demaparbat-hp]

Thinking about @stygiovictoria's Roleswap AU.

[plantsjustwannahavefun]

❌ "I don't want to be your friend"

basic

unconvincing (could be confused for tsundere)

invites challenge

✅ "The light of friendship won't reach us for a million years

devastating

stone cold burn

would cause someone to shrivel up and crawl away in sheer defeat and lose will to live

[urfavsherlockholmeskinnie]

Barty: I’m a reverse necromancer!

Evan: Isn’t that just-

Regulus: No. Shut up. Shut the fuck up. You are literally so fucking unfunny that it hurts. It physically hurts my body knowing that people still think murder is funny. I cant believe im saying this but do you guys know how chronically online you all are, thinking that saying “oOh iM a rEVeRsE nECrOmANcER i LOvE tO kiLL pEOpLe” is genuinely funny and will get everyone in the room shitting themselves from laughter?? cause its not. It’s fucking not. In fact, its the unfunniest fucking joke ever. Not just any joke about killing people. This one specifically. Its so unfunny and stupid. Nobody is fucking laughing at that, Barty. It makes you look like a greasy emo kid who has never been outside once in their life and uses tumblr religiously. Like not even the funny side of tumblr. the fucking unfunny side filled with overused jokes about murder and illegal acts. Honestly, youre so unfunny, Barty. Fuck you.

Barty:

Evan:

Barty, whispering: What happened to him?

Evan, whispering back: I think he saw James being nice to a girl in his class this morning and he got jealous

[boombambaby]

"Mhm, right. I'm going to go ahead and assume he's a fashion icon, and take that as a compliment." It's better for everyone that way; Kuzco is very used to hearing what he wants and nothing more. So focused on Esmeralda, Kuzco doesn't see Djali coming up behind him, and his hands fist against his hips to express his annoyance with her at having to spell it out. He was TRYING to apologize and be nice. "What, are you deaf and fashion blind? Maybe if you-- " Eyes widen as he feels a tug at the bottom of his robes, and he cuts himself off to glance down at the little demon horse chewing on his robe. "Wha-- HOW DARE YOU! I thought I told you to get lost!"

Ancient custom, that Kuzco doesn't really adhere to anyways but that's beside the point, dictates that the Emperor's robes and anything that he wears should be ritualistically burned because if someone evil got a hold of it, or even a stray hair or eyelash, they could use it to curse him-- or, whatever. There's a reason Kuzco doesn't really pay attention to that stuff. It's stupid. Still. "That's it!" He yanks the fabric out of the little monsters mouth with a scowl and just BARELY resists the urge to kick him away. "I don't need you! Or your demon dog thing! I can find my own way to this stupid festival." Once a drama queen King, always a drama queen King-- and he's stomping off in the other wrong direction.

“Excuse me? Your taste? Judge Frollo has a better taste of fashion than you will ever have.” He may have not gotten her remark, but the amount of times she had criticized Frollo’s attire, would explain how low she thinks of Kuzco.

It had gotten to the point of Esmeralda being fed up with the Emperor and she wasn’t going to take it any longer. Signaling to her goat, Djali quietly moved around from the Emperor’s view point to snatch on his fabric once more, creating a rip at the bottom.

Of course, that might’ve come too soon when his demeanor had changed a little. “Really? Well, you have a funny way of showing it. I can’t tell if you’re trying to apologize or not.”

[on-the-clear-blue]

So yall know that the League of Assassin's are like, an eco terrorist thing right? Well I just had this idea.

Sam, coming into Danny's room and just face planting on his bed: Ugh...

Danny, who was sleeping, awoken as his friend who had gone missing 6 moths ago flopped onto of him: OH SWEET-NOCTURN IF THIS ISNT REAL I AM GONING TO SOUP YOY SO HARD...

Sam, reaching up and slapping her hand on his mouth:Shhh, less screaming, more sleeping, escaping murder cults takes more energy than I thought.

Sam produces to pass out and sleep for three days straight.

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Tucker, lookingnup from his PDA: so...you joined what you thought was a peaceful protest and some how ended up in a eco terrorist death cult of assassins? I mean...shit now I have to do something interesting...

Danny, choking on his drink: Nuh uh, your the normal one Tuck, I died and now have a magical girl transformation and Sam got kidnapped by ninjas and somehow even more bad ass, you...you can still get out of this and just be a normal person.

Sam, nodding sadly: Yeah...don't conform to our standards Tucker, be your true, weak little boney self.

Tucker, sniffing:I am so going to not do that.

---

Just the idea that Sam not only got League training but also got out is hilarious to me, like yeah, that is the kinda bs that would happen.

Alsoni can just see her dropping random lore shit.

Sam, bored as the boys study: Did you know thst the Demon Head dunks himself in corrupted ecto? Yeah it's gnarly man, didn't taste good.

Danny, going to speak before pausing and thinking, before sighing:Yeah I would have licked it too.

Tucker, frowning as he finishes his "Evil invention-enator": You both have so many issues.

---

Sam, trying to teach Danny the basic league hand to hand:Come on dude! It's not that hard!

Danny, falling flat on his ass after not even touching Sam: Ow ow ow...fuck yeah it kinda is!

Sam, rolling her eyes: If not only the Demon Heads six year old grandson can learn but also Ellie? You can too.

Danny, mutterinf under his breath before pausing completely:ELLIE? What was she doing with a murder cult? I thought she learnt her lesson after the last one!

Sam, shrugging before putting kicking at Danny on the floor: I don't know she was following a guy around who was catatonic, said something about being angry at him for not answering her pen pal messages or whatever, I was more busy training to really care...like you should be doing!

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Years later Sam is joining Danny and Tucker in Gotham, Tucker because he was scouted by both WE and Lexcorp, he wanted to choose the evil company because poorer work place regulations and the likely hood of him getting a powerbost was much higher, but was bullied by his friends/partners into choosing WE.

Sam, coming to the R&D labs late one night bringing Tucker dinner so he doesn't starve working a late shift, blinking as she sees a short boy sneaking out of the lab: Biraeam? (Sprout in Arabic) what are you doing here.

Damian, blinking right back, experimental tech Bruce has yet to clear for the field clutched under one arm and the blueprints for a new type of explosive batarang in the other: Manson...I-I could ask you the same.

Sam, raising an eyebrow and staring down Damian: bringing dinner to my husband...who works here...and I can only think that you do not. So I ask that you put those things you have down and tell your bastard of a grandfather not to step back in this place.

Damian, eyes squinting, he hadn't been around his grandfather for ages at this point but still felt offended at her tone: I don't think I will.

---

An epic fight produces where they both try not and spill/destroy the things that they are carrying until either Tucker or Tim find them and explain everything.

The everlasting Trio gets invited over for dinner (mostly because Bruce is a paranoid bastard and dislikes thst one of his employees is dateing/ is partners with an ex-LoA member) and it's a bit of just pointing at each other and shit

Sam, slamming her hands down on the table as she stands: Kindly Mr Wanye, Shut the fuck up, I know your batman, we all fucking know it so if you are going to try and interrogate us at least do it properly!

Danny, sipping his wine: I mean...I-I didn't know but I um...haven't been paying much attention to the bat dude...Rag man is cooler.

Sam, glaring:And you! Fucking Ragman? You can do so much better.

Danny, offended for his hero: Oi! He does good work!

Bruce, frowning as this night has gotten away from him: He kills people.

Sam, waving over at Bruce: Exactly!

Danny, rolling his eyes: Exactly she says, while having a kill count that's still growing, Exactly she says when she was the one that pushed that oil tycoon off the 50th floor.

Sam wincing,: Maybe not in front of batman babe?

Danny, looking over to Bruce that is looking ready to fight: Shit...imma call Tuck and tell him to start packing...

[ssaraexposs]

Dazai IS a fucking mood

[amid-fandoms]

pov your boyfriend got unfairly punished 20+ years ago