#I HATE BOTH OF THEM WITH ALL MY SOUL RN!!!!!

[builtlikeastickofcelery]

it makes me so mad when equally out of touch immature people date and then I date one of them bc NOWW I have to a. Have experienced dating one of them, b. Have to hear from the one I dated (past tense btw) about how awful the other one was (shit that would definitely be annoying but not really world ending), c. If I want to hang out with people that are friends with the other one I have to hear about all the shit the first one allegedly did (unfounded, no actual evidence or story), d. While in the relationship I’m expected to be outwardly aggressive towards someone I don’t know or care about, e. Will end up having to defend the first person to some extent even if I don’t want to because it drives me insane when people make shit up that’s actually serious, f. Will definitely share circles and mutual friends with BOTH OF THEM and constantly be hearing about my ex’s ex or about what they did BEFORE I EVEN DATED MY EX. HELP ME. YES I KNOW ITS MY BAD FOR DATING THEM BUT TBF I DID NOT SIGN UP FOR THIS SHIT

[aq2003]

i saw a post saying boom was good bc it feels like it could be done with any doctor/companion duo and honestly that was one of the things i felt was wrong with it

[solis-angelus]

A Plea for Some Helpful Advice

(short vent? Underneath)

I'm being very mature about my gradually spiraling mental health which shows it's face in forms of sudden bouts of anger, hatred and mostly crying. I feel hatred and envy and jealousy and vengeance and whatever whatever towards almost all of my family members, each at different random moments of time. I never felt this way even a year ago. (Because i used to? idk? Really love and appreciate my family. My family has no reason to deserve hatred and anger and jealousy from me..well other than some reasons but none thats of imminent concern or a direct and expected case of family conflict.)

I don't know what's happening with me but what I do know is that it's getting incredibly difficult to not draw attention to myself, in the form of desperate on-the-verge-of-crying nagging to my mother to talk to me, praise me, pay attention to me etc, sudden shouting, or bad behavior in general. And this scenario becomes ten times worse when I count in that I am involved in a joint family structure. We are visiting my aunt's house tomorrow and I'm hoping to just wing the interactions instead of excessively worry and counterproductively predict my bad behavior with family.

So, the aforementioned (in the first line) step of solving this thing is— obviously running away from home. And that is what I'm going to do. Not in the bad connotations no, I'll be civil and behave like a normal human being and rely on my "increased college exposure" excuse to get myself a college in a faaaaaaar away state, that the family won't be able to visit often. It's gonna hurt like HELL to not be able to hug my mother in person, and I know it's gonna be sad for her as well.

She doesn't want me to go. Since my father passed in 2021, we've taken in my cousin brother (whose parents are incapable of parenting). Taking care of a child at her age is no cakewalk (i help obviously). Our presence presence helps each other a lot, just seeing the other's face after a long day is the anchor to this tiring life we've found ourselves in. And I really have no reason to actually go out of city this early. Other than the aforementioned spiral into insanity. and also because if I stay in this city, I'll have to devote a lot of time to my cousin brother (aged 7, so u can understand what i mean). Both taking care of him and his academics as well as existing for his secure attachment relationship etc whatever etc. Plus there's always something or the other up with my aunts and uncle, and being the eldest's (my mother's) daughter, and being their reliable long term unofficial therapist, the duties fall on my back like they belong there. And juggling all this family, plus travel time to and fro my college and home, I won't get much extra time to STUDY (which yk, a normal 19 Yr old is supposed to do instead of taking mental responsibilities of their entire clan). Also minor sidenote: I'm tired of it. I'm tired of doing this. I don't want to do it anymore. I want out.

My family is GREAT btw, I have a great family, they've done many many uncountable good things for me since my birth to till date, so yk I have no room to complian. I shouldn't complain. But since this is a deserted alleyway in the middle of a fuck-knows-where universe— a.k.a. the internet and in a website where nothing is there and everything is there, I can say it, let my illogical words out, sometimes. screaming into the void and all that.

So, if you've reached this far, can u PLEASE GIVE ME SOME ADVICE???

Some disappointment? (god knows I deserve it), some hope? (..I kind of want..?), BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY, SOME ADVICE (I NEED IT.) Reviews, criticism, I'll take anything. Please. Please please please

[sungbeam]

𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥

nonidol!yoon jeonghan x gn!reader

2.3k words, fluff, comfort, reader is sick, technically a college au, light swearing, mentions of food, mentions of cold medication, tbh i know i advocate for platonic fics but i am also just a girl. so he does pine a little lol, slice-of-life-ish, barely proofread

a/n: there is like no plot, i just am feeling ooey-gooey about svt rn heh :') been watching so much gose recently and it's healing my soul

Yoon Jeonghan was many things, but oblivious was not one of them. “Oh my god, you're sick,” were his first words to you when you opened your apartment door. His voice was droning, perfectly unimpressed, but it masked the concern attempting to skirt its way to the surface. 

“It's not that” —your sorry attempt at denial crumbled like a house of cards as you turned away to cough into your elbow. The taste of metal lingered in the back of your throat and you winced, reaching into your bag to grab your water bottle. After swallowing down a generous helping, you said to him without looking him in the eye, “I'm fine.”

Jeonghan blinked. “That's really cute,” he replied with a thin smile. “Back inside.”

“But Jeonghan—���

“No.” He grabbed you firmly by your shoulders and steered you back into your apartment, his body waddling in behind you because of your balking in the doorway. He kicked the front door shut, shucking his shoes off with uncanny accuracy into an empty space on the shoe rack. “Shoes off, Yn-ah. Don't start an argument you won't win.”

You grumbled under your breath, but did as you were told. All the while, Jeonghan smoothed a hand over his jaw, performing mental gymnastics. How did you get sick? How much time did he have before he needed to get to campus? Could he reasonably make you soup before he needed to leave for his exam?

The first question was easy to answer. He internally smacked himself—last night: your runny nose, the vitamin C powder you added to your water, your shivers on the walk home from the library. Oh, fuck. He should have driven. Why did he make you both walk in that cold?

Guilt coursed through him as he directed you back into your bedroom. 

It was a quarter to 8, meaning he didn't have time to make you ramen and make it to his exam before the doors closed. 

“I have so much shit to do today” —another horrid cough rattled through you, and Jeonghan frowned to himself as he snatched the extra blanket out of your closet— “I can't… Hannie, there's so much I need to—”

“I know, Yn-ah,” he said softly, eyes sad and tender as he bundled you up in three layers until you were likely unable to unwrap yourself. He perched by your side, his palm grazing over your forehead to take your temperature. Hot. Not good. “But if you don't take care of yourself now, it'll only get worse.”

He glanced at his phone. Five to 8—he still had fifteen minutes. It was a blessing that you lived closer to campus than he did. 

“I hate when you're right,” you muttered. The lower half of your face was tucked beneath the edges of your blankets, so all he saw were your tired, glaring eyes. 

He smirked to himself, a fuzziness warming his chest. So petulant. “You always do,” he mused. “What did you have to do today? I'll try and help out as best I can.”

Your glare softened at the corners and your eyes flitted away from him. “It's okay. I'll deal with it all when I wake up. I—wait.” Your eyes shot wide open. “You have that exam today! You have to leave—what time is it?”

“Yah, I'll make it,” he laughed. “Worry about yourself.”

“You literally said last night that you were worried about failing—”

“And now I'm worried about you,” he countered. Satisfaction brought an impish twinkle to his eyes as you scowled at him again. “But fine, I'll leave if you insist.”

He rose from the edge of the bed, picking his backpack up to sling over his shoulder. 

“Thank you.”

With his back toward you, he could allow himself to grin. “What was that?” he called back innocently. 

“Don't fail.”

He huffed out another laugh as he reached the threshold of your bedroom doorway. Jeonghan wondered briefly if he should coax that thank you out of your mouth again, but he really did need to leave. It was awful. Everything in him was ready to throw away this exam to stay here with you. “Go to sleep, honey. I'll see you when you wake up.”

Three hours later, Jeonghan shouldered his way into your apartment, his backpack on his shoulders, his mind far away from that disgusting exam he finished, and his hands occupied with a grocery bag of items he picked up on his way here. When he left earlier, he had swiped your keys on the way out so he could let himself back in without waking you up. He dumped those very keys onto the table by the door, the gazillion key chains attached to the one carabiner clattering inelegantly loud. 

He glanced over at your closed door, hoping he didn't just wake you up. 

With a little less noise, he abandoned his backpack by the couch and made his way over to the kitchen. While he had made it in time to his exam, it had taken more willpower to center his attention on the exam itself rather than letting his mind wander to all the things he wanted to do after he was done. The to-do list spanned about five items: buy cold medicine and orange juice, decide on what food to make you, buy the ingredients for that food, persuade your TA to let him pick up your graded essay (that one, he saw on a sticky note by your desk), and come back to take care of you. 

(If the TA grading his exam took note of the small list he'd jotted down in the top corner of page five, no they didn't.)

There had been several ideas of what he could make you once he was free. He had stared at the row of vegetables in the produce department for a good ten minutes before he decided on something less usual. He could make instant ramen, but that didn't seem like the healthiest option for him to feed you. There was also seaweed soup—did he have the time to go to another store to find what he needed? No. 

His next great idea was something simple, but delicious: chicken noodle soup. 

Jeonghan rummaged around your cabinets, locating the things he needed—cutting board, knife—he opened a door and sighed to himself. So you did have pasta already. Great. 

He examined the box of dried elbow macaroni and compared it to the bowtie pasta he'd picked out. “Mine’s better,” he muttered, shelving your macaroni and bumping the cabinet closed. 

In the largest pot he could find, he brewed up a hearty chicken soup, using the bones from the rotisserie chicken he bought to add more richness to the broth's flavoring. Every carrot, onion, and celery stalk he sliced, and every piece of chicken he shredded, was done deftly and with great care. This was for you, after all, and if this soup could help you get better, then he would make it the best damn thing you'd ever tasted. 

There were plenty of things Jeonghan didn't want to do or weaseled his way out of, but he could be running on one hour of sleep, and he would still haul his ass up to make kimchi from scratch if you asked him to. 

He was stationed behind the stove, tasting the soup for adjustments, when he heard your bedroom door open. 

Jeonghan peered over his shoulder and smiled at the bundle of blankets waddling your way out into the main room, your hair sticking up in odd places, and your eyes still at half mast. “Good morning, sleepy head. How're you feeling?”

“Meh,” you said hoarsely, clearing your throat. You squinted at the sunlight streaming in through the open curtains. “What're you making? It smells nice.”

“Hm? Oh, I made you some soup. Go take the medicine on the counter and sit down; I'll bring you a bowl.”

As he reached over to grab another pinch of salt, he heard you tearing open the box of cold medicine behind him. 

A moment passed by of quiet, but his heart leapt straight into his throat as he felt a soft weight rest against his back. “Thank you, Hannie,” you murmured, forehead pressed between his shoulders. 

There were about a dozen things running through his mind at the moment—things he could say, things he could do. He was an ounce of willpower away from melting on the spot, but the heat rising from the soup pot kept him upright. “Aish… thank me by getting better, okay?”

You hummed in acknowledgment and lifted yourself off his back. When you hobbled away to sit down at the table, Jeonghan couldn't brush away the feeling that the spot your head had rested was now cold. 

“How was the” —cough— “the exam?” 

Jeonghan glanced over at you as he carefully ladled soup into two bowls. He hummed, “Could've been better, but can't really do anything about it now.”

“I'm sure you did good,” you replied, holding out your hands like a kid waiting for their turn to get candy from a jar as Jeonghan made his way over to you with the soup. “You always say you did bad when you actually scored in the top ten percent.”

“Careful, honey, it's hot.” Jeonghan continued to hold the bowl even as you cupped it in your hands, until it safely reached the table. Only then did he seat himself down adjacent to you. “Yeah, well, you always said I should be more humble,” he joked.

You picked up your spoon and gestured at him with it. “Humility and lying are different things,” you said pointedly. “Anyways, thank you. This looks really yummy.”

“I don't lie,” he drawled with a twinkle in his eye. He leaned his cheek against his fist and watched as you took a spoonful and gently blew on the hot liquid. The delight that lit up your face was enough to make him happy for a century. He inclined his chin. “Good?”

“Very good. Sometimes I forget that you're good at cooking, too.”

“Not like Mingyu though,” he chuckled and brought a spoonful up to his lips. 

You shot him a look. “You don't always have to compare yourself, Hannie-ah. I'm not talking about Mingyu right now.”

Maybe I just want to make sure, he thought, then brushed it under that large, metaphorical rug in his mind. Jeonghan gave a half-hearted shrug. 

Your mouth flattened into a displeased line. His grin widened. 

When the both of you finished as many helpings as you had the appetite for, Jeonghan graciously offered to wash the dishes. He practically anchored you to the couch by wrapping you in yet another blanket—it was a double-edged sword; you were quite cute like that and he had half the mind to ditch the dishes. Once done with his task, he plucked out a dose of cold medication to take for himself, as well. 

You eyed him from the couch as he swallowed the pills with a glass of orange juice. “Did I get you sick already?” you asked, your voice having become more nasally from your stuffy nose. 

“Not yet,” he said, “it's just preventative measures since I'm gonna be hanging around you.”

“You're not leaving?” 

Your words were one thing, but the way you peered over the back of the couch at him and the upward intonation in your voice told him something else. He smiled to himself as he walked over to the couch with his juice. “No, I was going to help you finish your work for the day, but if you want me to leave, I—”

“Only if you're not afraid of getting sick,” you said quickly. 

He sighed with an air of melodrama. “I suppose I can stay after all.” He brought out his laptop and the essay he finagled from your TA, vaguely mentioning something about his careful white lies in order to accomplish his mission. It was truly something only Jeonghan could pull off and get away with. 

The first item on your to-do list was to send out a couple emails. 

Jeonghan felt the weight of your head fall onto his shoulder, and he glanced down at you in amusement. “You're not falling asleep on me, are you?” he teased, his fingers paused from the email he was typing out while you dictated the wording. 

You shifted your head. “No, I'm still awake. Do you think this sounds too bubbly?”

“It’s not too bubbly,” he said, cocking his head to the side. “But the thing is you're not this agreeable in real life—aish! Haha, hey! Don't hit me!”

He could imagine your cute, little scowl. “I am incredibly agreeable.”

“Yes, yes.” Jeonghan lightly pat your head. “You're very lovely, Yn-ah.”

You chose to ignore the impish tone in his voice. It was what he wanted you to do anyway—believe that he thought you were lovely.  

It was difficult to parse out how much time passed, but at some point, the TV was turned on to a random channel playing some 90s sitcom, and his laptop was ditched on the coffee table. Jeonghan's legs ended up sprawled across the length of the couch while your layers of blankets covered both of you. Your head rested comfortably on his chest as he continued to watch TV in silent contentment.

Jeonghan was a lot of things, but he certainly wasn't oblivious to the fact that you took the wrong cold medicine. The box he bought had both daytime and nighttime meds, the latter of which contained melatonin to aid with uninterrupted sleep. He didn't say anything earlier when he realized, but it wasn't like he could say anything now. 

He glanced down at your face, his hand cupping the back of your head with too much tenderness for friendship. You were asleep; there was nothing he could do, no jokes to make or fun to poke. 

Him, his thoughts, and you. 

But this was fine. He was happy and warm like the perfect bowl of soup filling an empty stomach, and he had no intention of leaving until he knew that you were better. As his eyes slowly drooped closed, he sank further into the blankets and your hold, soul nourished.

a/n: pls remember to reblog + comment if you enjoyed <3

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[safination]

Mother Of Mine

|Masterlist|

Pairings: Alastor x Reader, Velvette & Mom!Reader CW: Alastor, foul language, talks of murder, (Hopefully not, but possibly) OOC

Requested by: @thill20712 My inbox is still currently open. Feel free to keep requesting.So I just did a headcanon format for this. It was pretty fun. Listen, is this my best work? No, but that’s fine because it was actually very entertaining for me, and that’s all that matters. Tbh, I would actually like to turn this into a series but undergrad studies are killing me rn, so maybe in the future. I can like already see so much fun shit around this concept. Imagine the family dinners, or like Alastor going to an Overlord meeting and just unknowingly being slightly less of a chaotic shitlord to Velvette because there’s something faintly familiar or like Vel and Al just both doting on you.

Your husband died.

Everyone found out what Alastor had been doing. The city had no compassion for a monster’s grieving widow. Ha! Alastor would have a kick of your current situation, that’s for sure. It should have been you and him running for your life as the city chases you out of his mother’s home.

That’s how it should have been.

There wasn’t even time to gather all your belongings before those who wanted revenge go to fulfill their goal. Just a measly change of clothes, some emergency money, and documents. Photos never made it to the list. It’s funny how a single piece of film could pack the most weight.

As your ran for your life, cold and frightened, you heard muffled wailings.

And they called Alastor cruel. Who would leave a baby inside a dumpster? You thought about it . . . . Just for a second. The baby’s shrill cries were getting on your nerves, and there’s no way it will survive the night. And an orphanage is no place for a child to grow—you know that much.

So . . . why not? You could just end it’s suffering—Right here, right now.

Compassion isn’t your strongest trait. It’s why you never said anything about all those people who fell under Alastor’s pursuit of self-righteous justice. Who were you to care for someone you don’t know?

You don’t hate children, far from it, actually. Children are the light of this world, and they were the path to bring a better future into this world.  Such pure creature shouldn’t be stained by you. Especially, because you’re not sure if you could ever fully love a child the way it needs to love. Children deserved care, and you refused to bring a child into this world without the assurance that it would be loved.

It was an easy decision that Alastor wholeheartedly supported.

The world took away the very few things you truly loved. Maybe, you could return it ten-fold. . . but you’ve been cold and frightened before, just like this baby. Actually, you’re cold and frightened, right now. Also, just like this baby. Two cold and frightened souls.

So, with the clothes on your back, and no home to call, maybe¸ you’ll find warmth and safety together.

There’s always the option to give it—no, the child, just for a night. Drop the baby off on a porch of some nice couple’s home.

Tomorrow, you’ll give this baby girl away.

• Tomorrow never came

People keep assuming this baby girl is your daughter. You don’t bother correction them. Why should you? It’s not like you’re eager to say that you skipped state lines because of your dead, murderous husband, and basically kidnapped her.

It’s easier to let people assume.

And you can’t keep calling the baby, ‘that baby’. She needs a name eventually, and Alastor always spoke fondly about his mother.

Tomorrow never did come, and tomorrow never will come. Despite this, the sands of time trickled down.

The baby turned into a girl and the girl also grew. Part of your misses the days when she would raid your closet, and dress you up like a doll with a sharp tongue and a demanding attitude. Gone are the days when you’d be sleeping on the same bed, and gone are the days when you would tell her about Alastor.

You would tell her about the flowers, and how Alastor drove around the city, with you right next to him. The sun went down, the moon rose high into the night, and that sun eventually appeared once more. Yet, neither of you were ready to leave each other’s presence.

That girl grew, and took up a weird hobby of wanting to be called, ‘Vel’:

Vel walks into the room, her nose high in the air as she sharpens her tongue against you. “Mother, you cannot walk around looking like this!” she tells you. “The colors look absolutely atrocious. I will burn that shoes the next time I see it on your feet.”

Daughters can be quite judgmental. Maybe, you really should have left her in that dumpster.

“I’ll change my shoes if you stop calling yourself, ‘Vel’,” you tell her, smiling. “I gave you such a nice name, and it makes me sad that you aren’t using it!”

“It’s a stage name,” she says, rolling her eyes at you. So judgmental, that girl. “It’s what I’m going to be called when I finally get out of here, and such a drabby, old name like mine won’t get men anywhere.”

“Well, Vel, I got a call.” You tap your fingers across your knee, staring her down. “Apparently, Mister Joseph doesn’t appreciate being called a, ‘Pathetic and blind fool who goes to work looking like dog poop’.”

“I did not say fool or poop,” she says. “And that old fucker knows it.”

“What I want to know now is—Why?” You stroke your forehead. “What was he wearing too much brown?”

“No.” Vel crosses her arms. “Because my mother was called, ‘an unmarried whore, and who knows where that child come from?’”

“I am married!” You press a kiss on her forehead, chuckling. “It’s just not my fault my husband died not was it my fault your parents didn’t want you.”

Vel rolls he eyes, and sticks out her tongue.

You flicker her nose, and stick out your own tongue.

But time goes on, and as they do. All came to dust and all return to dust.

Of course, you’d end up in hell. It would be a shame that Alastor would never get to meet your daughter. It eventually all blurred into one. And if you didn’t give a flying fuck about others on Earth, why would you give any more fucks to care in Hell of all places?

Building kept growing higher and higher. Bright lights and television shaped morons came into picture. If you could find Alastor, surely, you would have a laughed together. Radio will always be superior. So, you kept your distance from that part of town.

More years kept passing. Alastor was nowhere to be found.

When enough time passes, things tend to loop. Like how you’re hearing cold and scared cries from an alley way. Something posses you to step into the alley. Piss and death and a sweet perfume all assault your nose. You keep walking and . . . somehow, your daughter ended up with you in hell.

Daughter really can be so cruel to their mothers.

Maybe, you actually should have left her in that dumpster. You were destined for Hell, and it seems you dragged your daughter down with you. If you did leave her, surely, Heaven wouldn’t turn away such a new soul.

You squat next to your sobbing daughter in this random corner in hell, and watch her tears with a small smile. “This is exactly how I found you all those years ago,” you tell her. “Although, you were much cuter.”

Her head snaps up, and through her tears, she glares at you. “Mother.”

“Yes, dear?

“Mother,” she says again, and fat tears streams out of her face. “What the fuck are you wearing? It’s soooo ugly!”

“I’m going to leave you here.” You blow a strand off your face, and lean against the wall, next to her.

It’s a lie and you both know it. If you cold leave her, cold and frightened next to a dumpster . . . Well, you would have done it a long time ago.

“Why are you even in Hell? Actually—Don’t answer that,” she says, that same sharp tongue somehow even sharper. “You were a nasty bitch in life. It’s no wonder you’re here.”

“Language.”

“Oh, fuck you!” Vel slumps on you, curling around your shoulder. There’s a scowl on her face even as she settles her body next to you. “You really are nasty. How come I’m only seeing you now! I’m sure even a recluse like you should have heard of me.”

“What am I doing here?” you parrot, matching her scowl. Actually, she got that scowl on you. That’s your scowl on her face. “What are you doing here? I raised you to be a good person worthy of Heaven!”

You pat her hair a bit, glad that she couldn’t see your face. Did you really drag her down to hell with you? Was it a mistake to love when your very love condemned her?

“That’s bullshit,” Vel says. “The decisions I made are my own. I’m here because it’s what I decided to do.”

You flicker her nose and laugh when her scowl deepens. “Please, please! Tell me you’re still not going by ‘Vel’.”

“It’s ‘Velvette’ now, actually.”

“That sounds like a stripper name,” you say, barking out a laugh. “I gave you a nice and proper name! Your name came from—”

“Mother! No one goes by their real names here!”

So that’s how you, sadly, found your daughter in Hell. Daughter, yes. Husband, no.

Oh, where is your Alastor?

Clothes are thrown everywhere. Your daughter has an eye for fashion and surely, you’re capable of remembering anything she’s tried to tell you. And granted, Velvette did tell you quite a lot of things about clothes . . . a bit too much.

Maybe you should call her, but you wouldn’t want to inconvenience her, especially since she has that show coming up. She’s worked so hard, and you’ve learned to accept that she works in such a noisy and bright place. And you have thought about those co-workers of hers, but that’s not important right now.

The door bangs open and Velvette stands there irked. “I’ve been knocking.”

You grab her and ask her about the clothes. “What do you think?”

“You know what I think about your clothes,” she says. “You haven’t been answering my calls.”

“Is that the thing that keeps ringing?”

“Mother!” Velvette says, irked. “Answer my calls, and put that down! Neon is never a good color on you.”

“Then help me then!”

“I can’t help you if I don’t know where you’re going.”

You pause to think, dropping the clothe around your arms. “I . . . I found my husband,” you say. “We’re going on a date.”

 “Are you sure about this?” she says, slowly . . . carefully. “It’s been so long. What if he’s just trying to get your soul? If you finally tell me his name, I can take a look at him. I mean, there could be other –”

“No, there’s no one else,” you say with a small giggle. It’s like you’re back to being a love sick-teenager. “There will be no one else. I’ll chain him to my basement if I have to.”

 “You keep that shit to yourself.” Velvette sinks on the couch. “I don’t want to hear about this.”

“Oh sure, but when it comes to those little co-workers of yours, suddenly, every detail –”

“Mother!”

Maybe it’s a good thing you didn’t leave her in the dumpster because with a snap of her fingers, you look beautiful.

Velvette crosses her legs. “I’ve never seen you this happy.”

“That’s not true.” You approach her, and press a kiss on her forehead. “I’ve had my happiest moments because of you. Maybe, you just weren’t watching.”

Apparently, Alastor and Velvette are familiar with each other. Unfortunately, they aren’t on very friendly terms. Actually, your house would say that they were on very hostile terms. It would be a drag to have to find a new house, but luckily, your daughter is an Overlord, and it seems your husband is also an Overlord.

Those two things overlapped, and when Velvette opened the door to see Alastor at your door. Well, the house couldn’t withstand their argument. Thing settle down, eventually.

Velvette is off showing her frustration on your poor neighbors.

Alastor stands proudly next to you, a constant and intimidating smile on his face despite the dirt and tears on his clothes. He watches Velvette curse and shout into the air. “Ours?”

“No, not at all,” you say, smiling as you watch your daughter. “Mine.”

Velvette stomps back, clothes also as dirty and torn. “I would rather skin myself than share the same blood with this tacky, old joke,” she says, hissing at him. “You’re not wanted here. It takes another level of pathetic to be shot while trying to hide a dead body.”

Alastor’s eyes twitch, and there’s that long, tried look on his face.

Maybe, hell isn’t so bad. You’ve got your daughter, and you’ve got your husband. A happy, little, chaotic family.

[amialunatic]

Heyyy! I’d love to see some dom!sam head canons, or maybe an nsfw alphabet if you’re interested in writing one!

ok I know this is late but I was just a tad nervous about actually writing hehe.

This is my first writing in general. So yeah, idk how good it is, but I hope you enjoy it !!

NSFW Alphabets

Sam Winchester (Season 1-6. With the exception of demon blood, and soulless Sam)

If anyone likes any of the particular scenarios, give me a request. I could write more about them.

Words: 1k

Warning: nsfw. Minors DNI.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Normally, very sweet. Cuddling you, gently caressing you where he was rough with you. Brushing the marks he left on you, treating you like a precious jewel. (I plan to write another one for soul-less Sam because I need more exposure to him. I'm in S6 rn)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Everywhere, but somehow it feels like Sam would love your neck. Gently nipping with his teeth, drawing out your gasps. He is very modest, so he doesn’t admit to having any favorite body parts of his. (Mine is his back and chest though, omfg I die)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Inside you (protected of course), even though he is scared of having kids and a family, thus passing down his toxic family dynamics, he secretly loves the idea of breeding you. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He sometimes hates that he loves pain. It makes him feel like the devil he believes he is. So he tries to keep that side inside himself. Sometimes, you can push past his limits and set free the untamed Sam and that ends up being the most mind-blowing experience you have had. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He knows enough and guides you through it gently. Rough actions, gentle words.  

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Different moods, different positions. We know the man has different personalities. If he is feeling soft, you straddling and riding him with intense eye contact. If he is feeling more rage-y, from behind. OR with your legs on his shoulder, deep and intense yet extremely personal. He can see you underneath him, your eyes pleading and barely open with all the pleasure you’re in. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Oh no. He is serious. A lot of teasing, but not goofy. It’s more condescending like, “oh you like it? I thought you were above this. I thought you didn’t want this. Your body says otherwise sweetheart. “

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Yeah he is groomed. Clean and trimmed. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very intimate. Romantic, but not sweet. But he knows you like it like that. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he is alone during hunts and misses you, he imagines you. If he is able to, he calls you. If not, he gets himself off in the shower, cascaded in warm water, eyes closed, imagining your body and your pleading and needy voice. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bondage- The man loves this. You under his control. 

Voyeurism- He gets off from watching you in pleasure. Either self masturbation or toys, whatever it is, he loves the moans and gasps and his name emerging from your lips as you tip off the high. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed for sure. Kitchen counter. Shower. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Sounds, and your eyes. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Hurt you. You guys can be rough which is why you have a safe word. He retreats and becomes his gentle self if he hears so much as a whisper of that word. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves to give. But he loves to receive too. Both are intense. When he is eating you out, nothing can stop him. He is fully into it, determined to draw out the most sinful moans from you. He doesn't stop until you’re a shaking stammering mess underneath him. 

And when he is receiving, he has to hold himself back from slamming too hard. He runs his fingers across your full cheek and stretched lips slowly coaxing you gently to relax. “It’s okay baby, open up. I know you can take it. You look so beautiful, those lips wrapped around me taking me so well.“

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Switching between both. One minute he is slow and sensual and slowly dragging his cock inside you. The next moment, he can’t resist himself from slamming hard as he hears your gasps. Tries not to be rough, but sometimes the restricted rage and force slip through and he can’t control it. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a fan. He likes it to be detailed and loves to take his time breaking you down to your bare bones until you’re nothing but blissfully fucked out. But he also lets you ride his thighs when you’re needy, even if he is working. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Yeah if you want to. Personally, he likes it traditional, he never gets bored of the basics with you. But if you propose something, he will try it out to please you. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Extreme stamina. Believe me, this man can keep going as long as you need him to. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He loves indulging you. If you like toys, he buys you toys. Secretly he likes to see you overstimulated and he is just watching from across the room, enjoying your pleasure like his. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases you but is very kind. Begging from you, one sincere plea and he will let you cum. But you liked to be teased and so he does it. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not really loud. Grunts and low groans are the things you get. Heavy breaths and strings of curses when he is drawing out his and your orgasms so that you can release from the high slowly. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He is not super horny. But when he is, you are done for. You probably would need to rest a couple of hours to recover from it. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Not that quick. He carries you and gets into the shower, slowly washing away the remains and calming you down. Then gives you something to eat before sleeping.

[formulaa-1]

Lewis Hamilton x reader as the most fashionable couple on the paddock. (Olivia Culpo face claim if you can please) 😀

instagram au🛐 L.H

fem!reader x Lewis hamilton

them being the most fashionably couple👗👔

it was hard finding photos so her hair changes a lot lol but oh well💗

f1waggupdatess

f1waggupdatess: ladies and gentleman,I present to you the most fashionable couple in the paddock😌 I’m in love with her dress and they both bought there dogs today🥹

tagged: y/nusername and lewishamilton

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lh44love: I’m at the race today and I saw her 🥹she was so lovely and I told her about how it was my friends birthday and she loves Lewis so she FaceTimed him and he said happy birthday🫶🏼 she was so sweet🥹

f1waggupdatess: stop that’s so cute! She’s such a kind soul💗

user282: they matching is literal couple goals, not only are they just matching they’re matching at a Grand Prix😌

obsessed_LH44: the fact they bought roscoe and muffin today🥹 >>>

f1: definitely the most fashionable🫶🏼

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y/nusername’s story

wags_official

wags_official: Lewis leading y/n away from the crowds after the race today🫶🏼 can this couple get any cuter?

tagged: y/nusername and lewishamilton

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user2828: Y/N LIKED!!!

wags_official: I screamed when I saw !🫶🏼😭

fanofhamilton:bestie your living the life rn😌

cecehamilton44: the grip he has on her arm 🥹he looks so protective but not in an ott possessive way yk🫶🏼like a lil angel🤍

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wags_official: I agree completely😌🤍

fan2: this isn’t a want it’s a NEED.

y/nusername

y/nusername: race weekend dump🏎️🏁 how cool does my leg look😌

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lewishamilton: damn😍

y/nusername: 😉😉😉

landonorris: ew guys

y/nusername: stop putting your 2p in lando😤

landonorris: no😱

ln4_4eva: HAHAHA LANDOS SUCH A LITTLE SHIT I LOVE IT😭😭😭

fan38: landos comments had me dying for ages😭

thirstylewis: Lando this lando that what about Lewis’s comment😍😍 he’s so whipped and I’m here for it

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y/nusername: I can confirm that lewis is the biggest simp 🫶🏼

thirstylewis: OMG Y/N ILY🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

authors note- this is short and sloppy lol I hate it but might as well be posted <3 I hope your all okay and doing well💗

[loweya-blog]

Mc a dying angst and fluff PLEASEEEE mc dies in front of the cast get judged which takes a decade or so and and makes it to the celestial realm ands like "damn ig Im here now" after a few days or so of hanging out with the angels tells demons that the dearly beloved human had made it to the realm and the demons instantly starts trying to make preparations with Michael trying to start up an another exchange program so they can see mc again

IDK IF YOU CAN TELL BUT I LOW-KEY HATE SENDING REQUEST ITS SO EMBARRASSING TO ME😞😞😞 anyways i spent my time pondering this one sorry for any spelling mistakes I'm really sick rn and im kinda sorta dyslexic-ham

No worries hon! Here's your request, I hope you like it ૮꒰˵• ﻌ •˵꒱ა

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Renewed Hope

The House of Lamentation was silent, as it had been for many many years. Each of the brothers had closed themselves off into their respective rooms and hobbies after classes had ended, isolating themselves from each other. Lucifer kept himself busy with constant paperwork. Mammon ran himself dry at the casino. Leviathan huddled in his rooms, playing endless games and watching anime nonstop. Satan separated himself in his room and consumed every new book he could get his hands on. Asmodeus partied day in and day out. Beelzebub focused on sports and eating while Belphegore lost himself in endless sleep. These routines they'd fallen into had kept themselves sane after your passing. When the anger and sorrow and tears faded away, leaving nothing but the empty hole in their souls with nothing to fill it.

Your monument sat in the graveyard, strictly maintained and cleaned but each of the brothers had their own private monument to you within their rooms. For some it was a shirt or an item while others had drawings or writings of yours. They would even add little offerings to you, as though you could receive them somehow. Anything to make the sting of your passing just a little bit better.

The moment you had died was right in front of them. Right in front of their eyes. Solomon immediately jumped to cast any of his life-saving spells on you while the rest of the group desperately tried to hold on. Even Thirteen refused to reap you right away in a fragile hope you could be save. But.... it was no use. Your body had died and though the soul remained, Thirteen knew she couldn't delay any longer or else you'd end up lost to the winds. The deep sorrow stuck each like lightning as they realized.... you were gone. Possibly for good.

But they still kept your words close in their hearts. When a brother was feeling down, they'd help each other out and listen to them. That sense of family you had created, though bruised, was not gone. And they'd fight any damn fool who tried to change that.

Meanwhile.... You were having the worst afterlife ever. The stupid judges couldn't decide if you were to be sent to the Celestial Realm or to the Devildom. It was obvious you hadn't done anything to deserve eternal torment but it would be just as cruel to send you to the Celestial Realm away from the majority of your family. Purgatory wasn't an option either since it would just send you away from both.

How does one give a human a perfect afterlife when they have family in both?

While they had their stupid discussions you were stuck for a WHOLE DECADE sitting on that stupid bench and playing tic tac toe with any sucker who was behind you in line. Eventually the judges relented, realizing that they couldn't make a pick so they drew straws, excluding the purgatory option. You got lucky, or unlucky depending on the perspective, and got sent to the Celestial Realm.

The moment you arrived, you felt your body become light as two little wings popped out from your back. All around you were beautiful grassy fields of the celestial realm and the soft warmth of the sun and lovely skies. As you wandered the field, heading towards the collection of white buildings and pastel structures in the distance, you heard someone's familiar voice.

"....MC?" Luke's little voice called out.

When you turned, you saw your precious angel with eyes wide and full of unshed tears.

"I-is this really you?" He asked, reaching out to see if you weren't some wonderful dream.

When you nodded, he embraced you and cried his little heart out. By the time he finished with his tears, Simeon had found you both. Simeon's eyes widened with realization and tears fell from his eyes. He embraced you, his hands shaking as he buried his face into your shoulder.

"W-we thought we had lost you." He whispered, his voice fragile with the weight of a decade's patience.

Eventually both freed you, after an hour of hugging and led you over to the celestial realm's town. Both were alert, as if afraid to let anybody try to take you away from them again. Luke was mostly just excited to introduce you to all his angel friends and show you all their shops and buildings and everything the Celestial Realm had to offer.

You got your own room, properly met Michael who welcomed you with warmth, and relaxed for a few days. Yet through your sleep, your mind lingered on the brothers and the others from the Devildom. You missed them dearly but had no way of returning to them, as all your stuff was still in the House of Lamentation. A few days had passed and you convinced Simeon to message the others. He reluctantly did, and was bombarded by hundreds of questions and demands to hand the phone over to you so they could at least hear your voice.

Each phone call was full of crying and sorries and words of love. Lucifer and Diavolo immediately began working on a way to bring you home. The best solution was the exchange program. Meanwhile Solomon, ever the clever snake, just casually broke into the Celestial Realm so he could see you, giving no care to the regulations that normally governed such a realm. He held you tight, not wanting to ever let you out of his sight again.

Michael was more than happy to add you to the exchange program on the terms that you would use the chance to learn how to be an angel from Simeon and Luke while there. After accepting these terms, you return to the devildom.

Mammon was the first to greet you, having stayed up all night for your return. He tried to act all tough, but after a soft smile from you, he broke and rushed in for a hug. Each of them welcomed you with tears and tight hugs that almost crushed you. From then on..... you realized they would never let you leave again. No matter where you went or what you did, they would always love you and find you.

The End.

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

Writer In Need! - Writing & Art Commissions Available, Please Read The Whole Post And Vote To Help Me!

My mom has been admitted into the hospital today.

Hey guys, serious post so please treat it as such but genuinely I need commissions. I'm currently at the hospital with my mom and I won't bore any of you anymore with the many issues I have but commissions would be both helpful on her to help pay for things that's are more low priority while bigger money is dealt for bigger things. Nonetheless my point is commissions are open. I'll draw but pieces take longer but I am happy to do Hazbin Hotel, Demon Slayer, and various OCS no matter where they're from so please just ask me.

Hazbin is my biggest fandom right now so I prefer working in that fandom but I can hear others out. I'm a part of quite a few.

Though I can draw I do prefer more writing commissions over other things so please ask for those. At the top of my page it mentions what I will and won't do so please refer to it but I'll write cc x cc, OC x cc, OC x OC, angst, smut, fluff, 3k, 6k, 10k words... Just please look at my account and read everything before commissioning ANYTHING.

I will only take payment as Cash app, Chime, and/or Venmo but I'd really just like to have the money for peace of mind. Don't pm me with offers of other things... 'sugar daddy' looking for a baby desperate for help? Please stay away from me. I ONLY want genuine commissioners and if you choose to be one I will talk to you fully about your commission to make sure I get all the right info and actually start your story if you send full/half pay.

It's just... I'm going through so much. I hate having to ask the Internet for help because sometimes people don't listen and offer times they don't care but bless any soul out there who reads this and bless your life if you decide to actually commission me in this time of need.

I'm putting a poll for interaction to hopefully actually get commissioners. I usually beg people who aren't serious to not vote but sometimes people enjoy getting others hopes up so I know most likely it'll still occur but I have to try. I think maybe months ago I made a goal to see if I could reach 400 dollars just from commissions. It'll take work but work that I will and have to accept.

Here's some pictures of me currently at the hospital because I know people don't really listen to these things when they don't trust them and that's smart and completely fair.

I have videos as well but here's just a couple. Once again I'm looking for serious commissions. Want a 4k, 5k, 8k(?!) story of your OC smashing Lucifer I'll do it just please give me your money. I'm desperate and my mentally is trying to keep stable so please gods and goddesses let people see and be serious about this post like I'm begging for them to be.

Here's the poll

Please don't vote if you aren't going to do one of these two things. I'm in genuine need of help again and I'm hoping this works this time because it hasn't in a while now.. I have many examples of writing on this account though I'm aware I need to make another master list..

I'm also more than happy to write and/do art for:

Obey Me

The Arcana

Stardew Valley

Harvest Town

Dislyte (specifically writing since I haven't practiced my art style with them)

Demon Slayer

Tokyo Revengers

Possibly more...

If you've voted or you're a commissioner looking to give me work, thank you. I'm happy you're here and hopefully.. you enjoy your stay here while you have it. Honestly if I don't get commissions after this post I just honestly don't know what I can do.

[sixsixtwenty]

hi, hi💜 i was wondering if i could request SCP-076-2 x reader fluff/smut mix? :3 might be 2 vague, but go wild!!

i am bordeline obsessed with that man. (1 of my multiple husbandos so sue me.)

so. BET BUSTER. srry if it's short and shitty I've been going through some shit.

scp 076-2 x Reader

(fluff + smut)

You and Able have been dating for a little while now, around 1-2 years so average relationship! it has been VERY hard for him for the concept of relationships. let alone love.

(c'mon he's like 10,000 years old or something. gove this man a break relationship standards keep changing like plz-)

at first when he even remotely caught feelings he's not even accepting it. not even acknowledge it. he's just "well ok. i hate that. I'm gonna kill people."

but it's been bugging him over and over with his feelings about you, he's doubting the feelings and just thinks it's just another form of hate.

but every fucking time you're around or even walk past him let alone be in his eye sight he's crumbling.

sometimes even some guards around him who even caught a glimpse of his face could've sworn his cheeks becoming a bit pink.

(not able giving them a death stare right after)

he just didn't know how to adress it or even adress it at all and just let it fix itself.

but then someday you came up to him and did the dumbest (or luckiest) move and told him those 3 magical words.

he was. baffled. quite baffled.

"I love you."

"what?.."

"i love you Able."

"..."

He was. staring. staring into your soul? no. he's trying to stare into your mind.

but when he just kept staring you suddenly kissed his cheek..you kissed his cheek?

oh shit his cheeks are red CODE RED-

and literally 1-2 years later he's Your Boyfriend.

it's very quick to him but yet he isn't complaining.

and the day you brought up that you just wanted to be fucked by him/fuck him. (YOU SINNER! SATAN! COME GET EM-)

he was thinking about it because if you remember. he isn't opposed to sex. but now that you're here.

he's considering it.

eventually he finds himself in your room (he destroyed all the cameras too <3)

while you are just undressing yourself. your chest fully exposed to him and your sex showing.

in all it's glory.

his eyes are wandering all over especially to your sex wich is kinda surprising! but he's super into it.

and when your eyes stravel over to his body. his very muscular olive skinned body. your eyes also travel to his sex. noticing that he's pretty damn hard.

and gah dayum is he hard. he looks almost 10inch big. and you're like "well i hope that fits".

you throw yourself onto him (with his consent ofc bc consent is VERY sexy)

(im sorry in very tired rn so- no horny rn)

you stick his cock all the way into your mouth trying to deepthroat him while he's a grunting mess. and by the time he cums your mouth is filled to the brim.

trying to swallow it all before he just pins you down on the bed and fucking you into the mattress. (have you seen this man bro?)

he's incredibly rough once he gets the hang trying to fill your ass with his liquids (cum.) while you're holding onto dear life.

"you're fucking up my insides!"

"im not killing you."

"FEELS LIKE IT....but it's hot."

after you two finish up and you being a complete pastry because of a certain someone.

you just cuddle up to him. pushing your face into his chest doing this wiggle motion as if you're comfy asf. (let's be honest. his chest id both soft n squishy+ hard af)

wrapping your limbs around him. and him doing the same to you, his long hair hanging down and tickling some of your skin

it was. a very nice scenario for you.

you wrap your blanket around you both not caring if any of the forbidden juices land on the blanket.

he could've sworn you purred.

Able just feels at peace. just knowing that you're there for him. that you won't leave him

you're the only one who truly let yourself near him and didn't scream for your life.

"you're the only one.."

[festive-unserious-fellow]

Something I don't like about a lot of Vox takes I see is that they tend to portray Vox as someone who's unpleasant to work with and has weird ideas about what partnership means when really... he's not? He's not and he doesn't. It's just that two of the most prominent interactions we've seen him have are with Valentino(who is a fucking NIGHTMARE to work with) and Alastor(a man he has undisclosed, deeply emotional history with). But everyone seems to discount his OTHER important relationship: Velvette. Which by all accounts, is INCREDIBLY normal.

Like, yeah, their first interaction opens with her yelling at him, but that's less about Vox himself and more about Valentino. As they keep talking throughout the first bit of the episode, she starts calming down, and they just seem to genuinely get along? She has every right to look upset during Stayed Gone because Vox is being really weird and she's nOT THE ONE WHO ACTIVELY ENCOURAGED HIM TO DO THIS SHIT(staring directly at Val rn), but even then during the meeting after Stayed Gone she does actually. Participate. Unlike s o m e people. Despite being on her phone the whole time(which is literally her job-), she actually pays attention and contributes real ideas! Which tbh she didn't have to do at ALL like she did not have to put up w/ Vox's bs in RKtVS the way she did. There's also their phone call during the overlord meeting which, while I definitely think Vel was playing it up to annoy Carmilla, still sounded like a conversation between two ppl who genuinely like and respect eachother!

No matter what you think their relationship is(romantic, platonic, etc...), Vox and Velvette seem to get along REALLY well(outside of Alastor-related incidents). Like, better than either of them do with literally anybody else in the show. Vox & Val do LIKE eachother, but I find whatever the fuck is going on beneath the after the battles & masterless cattles to be DEEPLY upsetting to think about for too long(ex; any of my other posts abt their relationship), and the only other interactions we've seen either Vox or Vel have are Stayed Gone & Respectless, which are literally just song battles. Both of their only interactions outside of the Vees have been song battles. Aw fuck I'm getting off topic... BACK TO THEIR RELATIONSHIP AS COLLEAGUES- okay uh basically, I don't think they would get along this well if Vox was a terrible person to work with(note I said WORK WITH. Hate that I need to specify this but I don't think Vox is a good person overall, just a good business partner). I think Velvette is generally a good bench mark for both Vox & Valentino's relationships with other characters because she's their equal, their friend, and isn't in a weird toxic relationship with either of them. Their interactions with her provide a window into how they just generally interact with people. And based off of their interactions, Vox seems to be actually pretty decent to work with when he isn't being Actively Provoked for shits and giggles or trying to sooth the tantrum of a man child. Also when he views you as an equal and doesn't own your soul that helps too.

Edit: Hiiiiiiii just here to say that now, in the light of day, I don't really agree with everything I've said in this post? I wrote it at midnight while like half asleep so my ability to consider the fact that. We barely know anything about either Vox or Velvette at this point in time. Was kind of impaired I think. Cuz we really don't. I do stand by everything I said about their relationship to EACHOTHER, and I stand by the idea that we should take that dynamic into consideration for character analysis more often, but everything else I'm a little iffy on and I just woke up like an hour ago so my brains still a little fuzzy & I can't explain exactly WHY I'm iffy on it, but just know that I think the conclusion I drew is a bit of a leap in logic at the very least and I recognize that now lol

[sun-stricken]

Do you have any hcs abt the natsu, erza, gray trio?

I AM SO SORRY I HAD A BAD CASE OF WRITERS BLOCK AND MY BRAIN ISNT BRAINING, ITS KINDA BLAND BUT HERES UR LONG AWAITED LIST🙏🙏

* literally so fucking close, siblings im telling you

* they are a trio full of contradictions, cant assume anything with them

* they argue so much. all of them.

* Showing up at each others places with zero forewarning just to sleep or raid their fridge is an average night for them

* Its a common occurrence to see Erza walking calmly with them under her arms or over her shoulders

* Every new guild member with fail has a crush on one of them

* Natsu and Gray bring out the dumabass in Erza, according to her it’s contagious

* Natsu and Gray taught themselves morse code for the soul purpose of arguing when Erzas around

* Gray frequently blocks Natsu on every media platform he has, even email with no explanation for days

* Erza holds both Gray and Natsus ‘leashes’ and Gray holds Natsus and Natsu thinks hes free

* Theres never a dull moment with them

* “This is a safe space” *says literally anything* “This is no longer a safe space!”

* Erza is the designated bug killer between them

* They, as a trio, are black-listed from over half the establishments in Magnolia. individually or just two of them or with just one more person they’re completely fine. But not just them.

* Natsus the type to collect the most embarrassing photos of people and send them to his victims years later

* Erza genuinely had to sit down and stare at the wall for an hour after receiving one of these photos

* Natsu participates in cathartic screaming. Which means he lets out blood curdling screams at random times and scares the shit out of everyone around him

* Sent Erza and Gray into near panic attack the first time, now Gray joins in and Erza referees it like a competition

* Erza is a covert MENACE to them. Straight up psychological warfares on them

* Erza, whispering: you just lost the game

* Gray: im going to kill us both please just let me live—

* Gray knows random laws off the top of his head and will call the other two out for the stupidest ones

* sometimes he lies tho just to fuck with them

* They 100% share clothes and pack extra for each other while going on jobs

* Gray owns many hawaiian shirts and they definitely bully him for it but keep getting him more

* On many occasions, Erza has subtly instigated things that she knows would end up with Natsu and Gray fighting for her own entertainment

* They all have a constant need to prove people wrong and have issues with authority, they hate doing what people tell them to

* “try not to die” “fuck off no” “?? the hell you mean ‘no’????”

Golden retriever, Calico cat, and Black cat friends

yeah thats all i got for rn, but here are more quotes as a treat, free of charge!

Erza: Gray? What are you doing here? 
Gray, wearing a hawaiian shirt, sunglasses and holding a gatorade: My best.

Natsu: If you listen closely you can hear the sound of my brain sizzling 
Erza: Ah yes, the sweet melody of insanity 
Gray: Its just the wii music but sped up and off key

Erza: Do you guys ever have a civilized conversation that doesn't require insulting each other every time you get a chance? 
Natsu: No. 
Gray: No. 
Erza: Didn't think so.

[neonmetro]

ATILLA IS SO SILLY WHATTT. THE POWER IS SO COOL TOO......the pretty princess ever tbh. Was there anyone Atilla felt bad for "liquifying" and turning into a cocktail ? THE CUTEY REAL

Also, I'm quite curious about Michael.....I know they are probably the original state of Moloch and Arakiep before they split, but I'm curious about Michael as a person and their personality, perhaps their backstory too if it's not too spoilery. THEY ARE SOOOOO CUTE I WANNA SQUISH THEM. THEIR HAIR IS ALSO AMAZING. I WANNA EAT IT💕💕💕💕💕

-paris anon

HEHE!!!! he really is kinda a diva i'm ngl. what do you mean you have a whole outfit just to liquefy people in.

HE DEFINITELY FEELS MORE CONFLICTED ABOUT IT WHEN HE ISN'T STARVING BUT ON THE OTHER HAND HE NEEDS THAT INSTANT GRATIFICATION FROM STARVING. it depends on how long he's known them for, if its just a short time, tough shit get drinked. though if it was someone like viola he'd probably just. lose it.

michael used to be a weapons tester for project martyr along with chemosh, chemosh focused on how the soul input was while michael tested how durable and effective the weapons were and worked closely with azazel 👍 essentially being their closest friend at work they used to be the one who organized a lot of work trips and employee outings and generally was a Nice Guy

nothing is particularly special about them though. they don’t have a lot of hobbies (like peneume.) they like. Working. they actually like the grind it makes them feel fulfilled, and they tend to jump to conclusions…. they hate having emotional responses they usually just disassociate. the only thing that’s kind of special about them is the fact that they were the only survivor of a vagabond attack (aside from reficul, bezaliel, and aishire) and actively ran away

they’re just constantly content with their life. they could vent out any pent up frustrations in a semi healthy way so they found it fine. just fine. its fine. they are fine. as long as they could just get through it and work harder, they don’t need to suffer anymore. they didn't have a lot of plans for life and just. did whatever tbh. they couldn't see themselves at projmar 10 years down the line but they didn't know what their future was

despite this ambivalence, they’re very prone to anger. they dislike people telling them how they should live their life and judging them for not having everything figured out like they’re a child. constantly being burnt out does that to someone

azazel, despite what they say about michael, greatly admires their ambivalence, because ultimately they got to survive while azazel didn’t. michael on the other hand greatly appreciates azazel as a person but only respects them for the work they do. they see azazel as a bit of a loser. (arakiel does not like their memories with azazel of them being so “weak”, and actively insults azazel for it in front of their face.)

both moloch and arakiel have limited memory and michael themselves was pretty forgetful. arakiel specializes in close combat but was given handguns and moloch specializes in ranged combat but was given a spear, michael could use both just fine.

michael had a pretty terrible father and home life as a child and just dove into extracurriculars and school to avoid it all. they got to a good college and had their dad pay for it and they have to live with that fact with the rest of their life still unsure if he died or not but arakiel and moloch are just like i have my evil twin to kill i don’t have time to think about killing my dad rn

[lemon-natalia]

Nona the Ninth Reaction - Chapter 21

ok now that We Suffer’s certain Corona’s fully betrayed them, i’m not convinced its that simple 😂 honestly who knows what Corona’s got going on rn

and Nona’s instinct is to use a sword two-handed. i’m pretty certain that Nona is Alecto, but then this kinda throws that theory off because it feels like its some kind of muscle memory (soul memory…?) from Gideon somehow

Ianthe and Corona’s relationship is uh. Interesting. only with these two could her sister be mistaken for her boyfriend 💀

i was kind of surprised that Palamedes seems to know all about and be totally fine with opening the Locked Tomb but. i totally forgot he already found out about Harrow opening it in GtN and didn’t really give a shit then. so.

i’m probably overly concerned with the logistics here but where the hell did Ianthe get Bab’s body from. we last saw him in one of the labs at Canaan House, but i went and checked and it doesn’t seem to be mentioned in the bodies/coffins at the beginning of HtN. i’m guessing BoE either left it behind or didn’t find it, and Ianthe decided to go back and get it to avoid RB-madness and also the aesthetic? either that or Ianthe’s just had Bab’s body in storage for a year plus, which i honestly wouldn’t put past her

We Suffer you might want Gideon Nav in a bag but i want her alive and well and happy please and thank you  

also wow both Bab’s and Gid’s dead bodies are really going through the wringer. at least people care about getting Gid back, even if it is to open the Locked Tomb, but Bab’s soul got all eaten AND he’s being puppeted around by the body of his murderer. i’m going to need a reminder of why i didn’t like this guy because thats rough

'My friend had stipulations once’ Nona i love you so much, never change 

i hope wherever Gideon’s consciousness is after her little River trip, she isn’t aware of the whole ‘dead body being wheeled around to the troops’ thing, i feel like she’d kind of hate that?

Nona pretending to be Harrow to trick Ianthe sounds like a recipe for disaster. i love Nona but i really don’t think her acting skills are up to this. although her fake radio call apparently tricked BoE so who knows 

[mrstsung]

Me @mrstsung @arttrampbelle protecting all my fave iterations of shang tsung from nrs and fans. Having a blorbo/ f/o that you are very very very picky sharing with and don't really like sharing is difficult. Especially when you see said character in a certain way that both fans and canon just doesn't really understand. I've just been very protec mode of this character and self ship just because it's kinda been my comfort character rn.

I know that it seems silly to some but this character means a lot to me personally rn.

Anyways.

We have

mk:conquest shang(under my chin)

Mk:2 arcade/mk:shaolin monks shang tsung (with the yellow and black hat)

Mk:95/mk:11 shang tsung(in front of conquest shang)

Mk:12/mk:1/young shang tsung(my own hc version of him since i hate "canon" verion of that shang. He's the one waving,giddy and smiling)

And finally old man shang tsung, mk:legends/mk:9/mk:11 shang tsung

All of them have unique qualities i love. Shang tsung while i treat most iterations as separately as possible. All of them share one things in common. They're full of heart and soul uwu <3

Used a base.

[kyurizeu]

Party Luck

✿ i wrote this a bit quick, it was a request from anon ✿

— my ask box is lagging rn so as soon as i get it working i’ll post an update. Also looking forward to making a masterlist on my profile (adding hard thoughts category and stories category!) but i have to organise it better than before! ♡

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Wc: 1,2k

Pairing: Sunghoon dom x Reader sub

Summary: you attended a bit of a crazier party and it didn’t turn out to be such a boring party afterall..

Warnings: Smut!, unprotected sex (dont be silly wrap ur willy), slight soft and rough, hickeys, alcohol, etc…

More: not proofread so might be a lot of mistakes

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The party was crazy to what kind of parties you used to go to. Your usual high school party was a party with beers, vodka and some disgusting combinations between the two, a couple of horny people making out in the corner, some games like beer pong and seven minutes in heaven, but THIS… this party was something that you never thought you’d see with your own eyes. It was on a huge ship and there were so many people. There were people in fights, having sex, making out, singing and so on just partying, gosh you saw like 4 people on the ground already… but still you and your friends were in one small group drinking the same stuff you always did. The only people you recognised from the crowd of people were all your classmates, your friend group and also the popular guys: Heeseung, Jake, Jay, Sunoo, Jungwon, Niki and your crush Sunghoon.

You wish you had the balls to go talk to him… your friends wanted you to but you were too shy. You have been texting him on instagram for a week or two but you keep denying possible signs just incase he hates you.

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“Y/NN COME HERE WE’RE GONNA PLAY SOME GAME!!!” Chaewon yelled at you making you notice how clearly drunk she was. “And why should i?” “Because sunghoon is playing too!!!” She whisperes and drags you into the circle of people sitting.

You sat down on the ground and took a strange looking drink from someone handing them to everyone. You saw some unfamiliar boys looking at you and whispering which made you a little uncomfortable. Hanni noticed that you were visibly uncomfortable and came with a blanket to cover your legs with. And so the game began..

“Alright everyonee!!! Lets gaurr! The rules yeah so um- we have an extremely strong mix of vodka, whiskey and tequila and some stuff Mark put in there which you have to drink a cup of if you don’t want to make out with the person who lands on the bottle. So two spins, make out or drink LETS GAUR!” you just shrugged thinking you’d never get picked anyways since there were over 30 people playing.

The bottle spun and landed on Sunghoon. Everyone started wooing and teasing him as he seemed really disappointed. You suddenly felt jealous if it landed on a girl and they made out. You just kept drinking your drink trying to forget the thought of sunghoon making out with another girl until you felt people pushing you and wooing your name. U accidentally dropped your drink and you felt your heart skipping a beat. You suddenly felt hot and your heart was racing faster than ever. You looked up at sunghoon and he was already staring into your soul. “Go on! Drink or make out?” Some dumbass yelled from the crowd. Everyone’s eyes were on you and sunghoon. Sunghoon glanced at the bowl of disgusting drink and you, he got up and grabbed your hand asking you: “drink or me?” You just got up and took his hand. “Kiss here and go continue in the free room!!” He leaned closer to you, lifting you chin up with his hand and softly kissed your lips. People wooed and cheered as you both walked into the free use room. Some people locked the door and yelled back: “15 MINUTES AND THE GAME CONTINUES!”

As you sat down with your cheeks burning up and Sunghoon suddenly took your hand and pulled you closer kissing you again, harder than before. He put his hands behind your neck crashing his lips on yours but you broke the kiss. “Hmm? Are you not ok with this?” He asked while pouting a bit. “You just.. you’re kissing ME. Do you like me? Or.. are you just drunk?” You felt like a panic was rising until you felt his lips crashing on yours. You let him take control and you suddenly felt yourself being pushed onto the bed. “Does that explain enough?” He grinned looking down at you speaking in between more kisses. The atmosphere was getting hot and you felt his kisses getting needier and him touching you with more pressure. Sunghoons hands were going all over your body squeezing your tits a little, making your pussy throb.

Unsurprisingly you felt something poking at your thigh so you broke the kiss once more and pressed your hand onto his crotch making him blush and groan. He looked deep into your eyes smirking “You’re playing a dangerous game sweetie” He grabbed your neck softly slightly squeezing it and kissed down your neck making small red marks on your skin all over. You already started moaning softly as you felt his hand travel closer to your pussy. “I’ve never heard anything as pretty as your moans.” He says as he kisses you again and starts circling around your sensitive clit with his slender fingers. “Ngh.. agh- sungh- h-hoon” Sunghoon puts his delicate thumb into your mouth “Suck” You played with his finger inside of your mouth as he started undressing you. “Be my good girl and turn over so i can fuck you better.” His words made you shiver and you felt his hands guide you to the right position. He spread your cheeks and your pussy a little and admires it glowing with wetness for a few seconds before placing his tip at your entrance. he slowly entered you groaning. You whimpered at fullness you felt even before he had fully entered you. His slender dick was reaching a spot inside of you that you didn’t know existed and he noticed that you were struggling to take his dick in. trying to be quiet knowing there are people outside the door. “Take it slowly… i don’t want to hurt you sweetheart” he caressed your lower back “i-i can take it.. fuck you’re so d-deep” he thrusted fully into you now making you shiver moaning out his name. He guided your hips slowly at first turning the pace up quickly as you were adjusting to the size of his dick. You felt him hitting spots stronger than anyone before. “I- i’m not gonna last long hoon-“ he basically repeated what you said and started rubbing your clit slowly. Feeling the knot build up in your lower stomach you sensed that sunghoon was close to cumming because his groans became whimpers. “M- cumming!!” You moaned as you rode your high. Sunghoon quickly pulled out and came on your ass, groaning- “times up you better have done the dare or you need to drink!” Sunghoon got up quickly blocking the door signalling you to dress up. “Shit shit shit…” you quickly dress yourself as some people are banging on the door. After you both got dressed in a hurry you let the door open. “Yo why didnt you two open the door?!” Some of sunghoons bros complained as you snuck out of the room only to face a now bigger circle playing the game. Their eyes shifted to you and people started wooing and cheering seeing the smudged lipstick and hickeys on your neck. ————————————————————please tell me if theres more to add to the warnings or smn… love ya!! (Working on my masterlist and ask box!!! If you want a moot im HEREEE / in new on tumblr)