#I just love her lil hooves

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Hoooooves 🐐

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✮ Yandere! Boothill x Reader

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Plot: There's a slick black-clad little gal who's been messing with his bounties recently. Boothill's been dying to rustle her up and take a bite

⁀➷ Warnings: Yandere behavior, blood, and gore, war trauma, Genie trying to do a cowboy accent.

⁺₊𝄞₊⁺: Crimson and Clover by Joan Jett

And I don't hardly know her,

But I think I can love her,

Ah, now when she comes walking over,

I've been waiting to show her,

My mind's such a sweet thing

I want to do everything

What a beautiful feeling

It's not like the movies, they fed us on little white lies.

~💜

The first time he sees you there's a tempest of bullets rattling off his chest. Metal singing metal, as shells vie for an opening. It's all very lethal,

like the center of a rabid dust storm. Kissing death and sucking in her poison. Boothill can't tell where the bullets are coming from only that there's a dozen at a time ringing over his head. He shields his face with the metal of his forearms peaking through the gap to catch a glimpse of black.

Pure black.

That's the first thing he notices as your frenzy yields, You're clad in black from head to toe, even going so far as to dawn an eerie familiar mask. He's seen this scene play out somewhere before, he just can't remember where. "Morning mister", he likes that voice, jejune and teeming with confidence. It reminds him of himself, back when the sunset used to mean something and he could still feel wheat stocks under his soft palms.

"Howdy lil'lady I reckon you're in my way. Mind stepping aside before you get yourself hurt?" Your answer comes in the form of an aimed pistol, spine straight, midnight serape caught on the wind. He thinks you look a little too much like the folks back home -back when there was a home- blood boiling over eager for a fight. His bounty is standing just over yonder, blocked partly by your stubborn shadow. Boothill doesn't think twice before firing two rounds.

He's met with four...

He's in a cheap motel on Penacony, screwing in bolts that came loose. In the end, you laid claim to his bounty. Dragging him away to the hills. He's left growling at the thought, bested by a muddle-fudging fox. Lil gal probably ain't never even been in a proper shoot-out. The screwdriver cracks under his metal fingers. Boothill ain't about to start letting some pretty little thing get in the way of him and his targets.

The TV screen flickers to a melancholy monochrome. The films are old, distorted, crippled in parts. But he keeps them around, much like everything else about him, it's a bygone thing refusing to die.

He still likes to play them from time to time, trying to elicit the tastes of home. Hearing Nick and Graey setting plates out for dinner as his siblings rush downstairs. The movies are older than the new universe in more ways than one.

They come from a simpler time.

He'd always wondered why someone would bother painting such precious things in black and white. Spilling melancholia into picture frames, leaving everything tasting of vodka and vanilla.

It doesn't matter though, not really. All that matters is the sound of hooves on sand and bullets shooting. So long as the cowboys live their stories, everything else can be forgiven.

But this time something's off. The bandit's black mask shines through, gleaming something awful making him grind his sharp teeth. That damn mask, sitting pretty over a sly smirk. it reminds him of you, little cutie with your slick attitude. What bandit goes around doing hero's work anyway? What kinda twisted little lady are you?

He's getting mighty sick of this. Do you think you own the universe or something? "Been seeing way too much of you lately." There's sand in his Synesthesia Beacon his voice coming out horse, brittle. He kicks the head of an IPC lackey trying to drive home a point. "You getting on my nerves cutie". The ground looks nothing short of a graveyard, bodies scattered some piled. The blood paints the sands in a deep maroon, reflecting the glint of the distant stars. The last soldier is cowering behind you, his whimpers singing in Boothill's ears, one more bullet, that's all it'll take. "This one's mine" you mutter, and he wonders for a moment if the dry weather is getting to you too. "Not a chance pumpkin" his gun's drawn, firing bullets before you can even feel for your holster. The smirking bullet impales your abdomen, aimed point blank at the officer's head. But before the last body can be claimed you kick the man out of the way.

"Damn it" Boothill's anger is tangible, he knows you can feel it between your teeth. He's going to kill you, tear off that star-saken mask, and riddle you with bullets. You're getting too confident.

He doesn't notice your bullets at first. Protostars trying to act all rough and mighty. There's a temporary cluster of dust, a fraction of a second where his eyes aren't pinning you down. That's all it takes and then you're off. Sinking into the darkness and swimming away, taking his target with you.

It's only after the initial anger wears off that Boothill notices a tear on his thigh. A letter scrawled on the frayed leather of his pants. So you've started leaving your own marks, ay cutie?

He almost wishes he could feel the sting of your blade on his flesh. Feel your nails scrapping along his shoulders as he pins you to the ground.

Boothill fires at the moon.

Next time.

Next time for sure....

He's been chasing you for some time now. But catching up with you isn't as easy as he first thought. Seems like you go wherever the wind takes you and he's too busy with revenge to be following your capricious whims. The IPC ain't going to kill itself you know. And Boothill damn well wishes you'd start sitting still. He's heard from a reliable source that the IPC soldiers are throwing a little get to together down in one of the bars. Just a happy birthday for a colleague, nothing fancy. The thought alone makes his mouth water, place will be crawling with pests just waiting to be gunned down. Maybe tomorrow he'll try looking for you again, but tonight? Tonight's his night.

The neons have dulled now, they never were terribly bright to begin with. Penacony may be the land of dreams but not even dreams can stop reality from seeping through. The bar's loud, some new pop singer's music blasting from every speaker. Boothill downs his drink, liking how the ice cubes chime like a bad omen. He shoots the speakers first, needing some peace to focus on what comes next. The peace corp's lackeys are drunk, they stumble over themselves trying to reach him. He shoots each one like a kid playing carnival games. It's almost too easy...

The door is stampeded over by a heard of reinforcements. Somehow even in his drunken daze one of those yella-bellied lapdogs called for help. They're swarming the place like panicked rats, pushing past tables and chairs. Firearms aimed at his head. And for the first time, in a long, long time, Boothill feels a sliver of panic run down his bionic spine.

Motherfudger...

Boothill hears the familiar tumult of bodies hitting the ground before he sees what's actually going on. He feels you before he actually sees you. You're pushed up against his back, guns drawn locked, and loaded. "Heard you needed some help" Even though you offer your usual bravado, Boothill still picks up the nervous lilt in your voice, despite everything he thinks he likes it. It almost tastes sweet. "Best get away before you get yourself hurt little fox." "And let you have all the fun? Never."

"Certe murmur pugnando" Boothill laughs, he remembers those very words coming from a buddy of his before a duel. 'At least we'll die fighting' Somethings never change, even if you've carved out every principle from your body with a rusted kitchen knife. You'll always have those pesky morals stuck inside. He hears you chuckle, wonders if you find it odd that a rowdy galaxy ranger such as himself knows a dead language.

Well, he knows a lot about the dead.

The shoot-out lasts longer than he'd have expected.

But the real surprise lies in how neither of you are dead. Boothill's half laid across the bar, looking at you from under his hat. You're making him a drink following his instruction like a good little wife, not contradiction dressed in ebony. Gunpowder withers on his tongue, the bullet smoke permeates the air mixing with the gleeful tang of spilled blood. "Your drinks sure are complicated" you mutter pushing him his cup before picking up a bottle and reading its labels. "What's so hard about it pumpkin? Little bit of white gem and gin. All's you need." He sips your drink slowly, savoring your flavor. He imagines he's gulping you down, holding you for ransom behind his teeth, feeling your delicate little fists pounding against him. "I don't drink" you mumble as you sit across from him, you look so damn elegant, like a little princess from a fairy tale he use to read to a certain someone. You drink deeply from your glass of ice and water. Boothill focuses on the gentle motion of your throat. He licks his lips, trying to push down the thought of ringing such a fragile thing between his palms.

"So little lady, s'about time you start answering some questions...The hell you doing? Running off with my targets?" You set your cup down, eyes locking on his, there's the deficiency he's missed all night. The trigger hair that's just waiting for the right push. "They're not your targets...not really. They're just people. People whose planet got muffed up. I've been trying to gather them all in one place." For a second Boothill thinks you're talking about his planet, his home, his people. But it only takes one more look at you to understand.

"So, how'd yours die?" There's shrapnel in his throat when he asks, open wounds bleeding once more, filling his throat with bitter memories.

You stiffen, and he knows he's thumbing a broken bone, letting his finger dig between the cracks and snapping their frail linings. "Don't know, wasn't there. All I ever got to see were a few limbs, nothing enough to make a full person." you squeeze the glass until your knuckles turn white.

There's vindication rooted in your veins.

He knows the feeling all too well.

"We ain't so different you and I, reckon we make a pretty good team." His metal fingers lace between your soft skin, tracing the lifelines like an old map.

There's a goldmine hidden behind your lips, he imagines he'll have to kiss you to find the little nuggets. Your lips part, eyes filled with an odd-looking sympathy. What he wouldn't give to feel your plump lips bleed between his jagged teeth. "So..." you ask as his mechanic heart skips a beat. "What about yours?"

You've been laughing for five whole minutes. Boothill shouldn't find the noise as ethereal as he does. His anger lays heavily on his bones, he should be even angrier, lounging a bullet through your thick skull. But he finds the noise a little too perfect to disturb its source. Even if it's only created at his expense. Instead, he has half a mind to slap you, hard enough to shut you u and another to kiss you so hard you forget to breathe. "Damn hell so funny, cutie"

You look at him with those luminous eyes. Filled with pain and riddles. Boothill never did like solving puzzles. He only likes tearing things into bits. He needs you spartan, easy to read and use, and kiss. Not something he needs to piece together first.

"Dear stars you have no freaking idea how ironic you are." You say between bursts of spiteful-rooted giggles.

Why do those words sound so haunting like a ghost kiss? they should open phantom pains, but they sure as hell don't. Why do you always leave his head spinning? Boothill rolls his eyes, then leans over to pull down your mask. You jerk back, rewarding him with a dark grimace. You're out the window before he can ask your name.

"See you next time, cowboy"

"Next time I'm drawing blood"

The moment's over.

Fiddlesticks..

That night, Boothill dreams of you. He's lying in a stiff musty bed. It's too dark, even the moon is scared of showing her face.

Boothill dreams of the old saloons back home. Of their cracked wooden floorboards and the worn-out plush of chairs. In the dreams, you're wearing a black lace gown, like the saloon girls used to. He finds it all too funny that even in his dreams you still haunt him in black. Only now you're smiling, really smiling. Not that sly smirk, or mirthless grin you gave him back in the bar on Penacony. No, this here is a genuine smile and he's damn sure he's the one who put it there. You reach out for his hand, he feels warmth.

His

Yours

The dream is thick and dense like swimming through molasses. In another scene he's dragging you through the old doors, laughing as bullets and card chips hit the floor. There's a horse waiting outside. His horse. At least he thinks it used to be his. He pulls you up roughly in front of him. He's high off the feeling of his fingers wrapped around the rugged reins. High off the steed he holds in a vice grip between his thighs.

He's riding faster than he's ever ridden before, clambering for the sunset trying to engulf the sun. You hold on tight, pressing your cheek to his chest. His heart is beating something fierce between his ribs. He feels like an Aeon watching the universe collapse under his galloping feet.

He feels alive.

With the sun's rays behind you, Boothill could almost mistake you for the star-dwelling angels Nick used to tell him about. There's something poetic in all of this. The cowboy standing off against the black fox.

Dare he call it cinematic?

Boothill creeps closer. Tilting his hat and watching you flash a nervous smile through his lashes. "Volo sentire te inter dentes meos" so you know that dead tongue too. "You will soon darling, that's what I'm hoping for" his reply only dwindles your smile.

He's missed the old duels. Missed staring into the eyes of the one who could kill you. It's all a matter of skill and luck. Whose faster, who the aeon will trust?

Somewhere in the distance, the tumble weeds begin to rattle.

"Now"

His bullet glides through the air, piercing through the dust and sand. Your bullet reverberates from your gun a fraction too late and ricochets past his cheek. Leaving a juicy trail of blood.

But his bullet was aimed at your chest.

And Boothill never misses...

You want vengeance he won't deny you it.

So long as you stay by his side.

He'll tuck you away somewhere safe.

Somewhere you won't be leaving him again.

Boothill cradles your body to his chest. "I promised you blood little fox, and Boothill never goes back on his word." His cheeks hurt from smiling as he lays his hat atop your head. He's Picking you up and walking into the sunset. He knows a good ol'doc who'll patch you right up. And then it's a happy life together.

Well for him anyway.

The end

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[yourdoorisunlocked]

Something Unexpected - Lucifer Headcanons

𝐀/𝐍: A fluffy bulleted fanfic in the form of bulleted points and a dash of headcanons, featuring the apple daddy of hell himself, Lucifer ;)

This is mostly me simping for the short, awkward duck-loving lil guy, and also experimenting with writing for his character.

Anyways, enjoy!

. . .

🎪 When you met Lucifer, you were honestly shell-shocked. He was so... whimsical, and captivating, maybe a bit awkward, and with his ringleader getup, it made him look equally as silly as he seemed. He just... wasn't whom you were expecting at all.

🎪 "Charlie... That's your dad!?"

🎪 "Well... Yeah? Why do you sound so surprised?"

🎪 "Look at him!" He didn't seem anything like the Lucifer you'd heard stories of from your parents, who tried to scare you away from debauchery and sin with their over-exaggerated tales from their biblical teachings.

🎪 They didn't exactly pay off, clearly.

🎪 But this? This was absolutely not who you thought you had to protect Charlie from.

🎪 You were the 'mom' of the Hazbin Crew, always looking out for everyone, and earning yourself a soft, irreplaceable spot in their hearts. And you clearly had a soft spot for Charlie, and that set off many initial alarm bells for Lucifer.

🎪 He didn't want to have another Alastor on his hands.

🎪 Lucifer cornered you about this, of course, and you were still grappling with the fact that he wasn't how you thought he was going to be at all.

🎪 And you turned out to be just as unexpected...

🎪 “I’m just worried about her… She has such a big heart, and I just don’t want her to get hurt. I should know what it’s like to be taken advantage of by people I put my trust and love into."

🎪 Though he is slightly curious about that, he decides that perhaps it'd be nice to have someone checking up on Charlie from time to time, and there is no way he's encouraging Alastor's presence anywhere near her.

🎪 You also found his love and overprotectiveness for his daughter quite endearing, although it was insufferable to watch them be so awkward around each other in the beginning.

🎪 So, you agreed to watch over Charlie for Lucifer, making sure to encourage her dreams in his stead. For Charlie's happiness, and because, well, why would you say no? You were already looking after her before.

🎪 As soon as Lucifer leaves, Charlie is bounding up to you with a wide smile, taking your hands in hers and bouncing up and down on the carpeted floors, so hard she's making indents with her hooves.

🎪 "Oh, isn't it great!? He believes in me! Me! I thought that after, well everything that happened with Mom, that he'd..." her eyes grow sullen as the mention of her mother sours her mood, and you brush a hand against her cheek with a gentle, reassuring smile.

🎪 "I have a feeling he always has, Charlie. He just never knew how to say it. And sometimes, when a parent sees themselves in their own children, it... Terrifies them." You turn to an apple-paned window with a melancholic gaze.

🎪 "He's just trying his hardest for you because he doesn't want to see you fall like he did. You can't fall farther than Hell, but if you try..." you trail off, and your implication held heavy in the air.

🎪 "But he loves you, and I know that his pride for you knows no bounds, and nor does his worry, Charlie." The demoness brightens at your words, practically tearing up as she grips your midsection in a hug. "Thank you," she whispers, and you ruffle her pale blonde hair with a fond smile.

🎪 Little did you know, Lucifer had been silently stalking watching the both of you from afar, and he leaves that evening with a heavy weight lifted from his shoulders.

🎪 As he continues to visit the hotel, he checks in with you for a moment upon the establishment's progress, Charlie, and casual conversation in general.

🎪 As more time passes, and Lucifer makes more and more frequent visits to the hotel - much to Alastor’s chagrin - after spending some precious time in his daughter's company, he'll ask around for your whereabouts.

🎪 You'll both naturally fall into more casual conversation outside of the hotel's progress, and you soon realize that there was more beneath the surface of Hell's estranged ruler.

🎪 Lucifer was captivating, alluring in every form of the word. A creative, inspiring soul who once held dreams and aspirations, and now, the fire that once burned within him was passed onto his daughter.

🎪 And you could see his desperation to keep that flame inside of Charlie alight.

🎪 Lucifer slowly grows fond of your company, giving you little sculptures of ducks, and spending near hours raving about his little creations with you.

🎪 In a haze of his sleep-deprived subconscious, he even made a little duckie for you, complete with all of your defining features that he found the most attractive prominent.

🎪 It ended up being his personal comfort/therapy duck until you found it, and putting together the resemblance, teased him about it slightly, to which he kept stubbornly denying it.

🎪 "Okay, but you have to admit, it's clear where you got your inspiration from," you held the duckie up to your face, noting just how precise Lucifer was when making it. Huh, he really hit the mark with this one.

🎪 The king of Hell turned on his heel, his jacket and hat discarded to the side, and leaving him in his striped circus-patterned dress shirt and ivory slacks.

🎪 "I don't know what you're talking about," Lucifer bent over his desk, trying to look like he was actually doing something, but his heart and mind were going a mile a minute. Damn his adorable hyperfixations!

🎪 "Maybe it was just coincidence! I don't know, sometimes I get inspired by things that I..." he glanced at you as you raised an eyebrow at him, and the small red circles plastered against his moonlight-stricken skin glowed a bright red.

🎪 "J-Just coincidence. Uh-huh, that's right..." he wasn't sure whether he was trying to convince you, or himself with that one.

🎪 Oh, yeah, you totally bought that bullshit.

🎪 "Well, for what it's worth, you did a pretty good job. This is your best one, yet!" You beam at him and tuck the small duck figure under your arm.

🎪 "So... can I keep it? Pretty please?"

🎪 Lucifer shoves some papers and blueprints off of his desk, completely focused on his work instead of how beautiful your smile was. "No."

🎪 After that, he creates a little duck of himself to keep beside the one in your likeness upon his desk whenever you aren't around. He inches them closer together every now and then or whenever he gets nervous or jittery.

🎪 Slowly but surely, Lucifer began to fall. And he is terrified of it. He's starting to yearn for your company, visit the hotel simply to seek you out, and this familiar thudding feeling is giving him a headache that can't be soothed by the fizzling warmth of alcohol.

🎪 Charlie begins to notice her father's strange behavior, and how it happens particularly around you...

🎪 Of course, the eccentric princess puts it all together, and she tries to keep it a secret, she really does, but the fact that her dad could actually be falling in love with one of her closest friends, and that he might finally be able to move on from her mother makes her heart overflow with a plethora of emotions.

🎪 The poor girl ends up spilling the details of your rom-com of a love life to Vaggie while hugging a pillow, crying joyful tears as her girlfriend chuckles and simply kisses her forehead with a small smile.

🎪 "Don't worry, hon. I'm sure it'll all be fine in the end. Just sleep it off, okay? And don't, I mean DON'T get involved in their love life, alright? Your dad needs some time to figure this out on his own."

🎪 "But I really want to help them! I know she likes him back; I just know it! And besides, he'll never confess on his own-!"

🎪 "It'll all be solved later, don't worry, Charlie. Besides, we can't just drop everything for this, can we? The hotel still needs our help,"

🎪 "Their love needs our help," Vaggie raised an expectant eyebrow, and Charlie receded with a pout. "But I guess it could wait..."

🎪 "Attagirl."

🎪 Meanwhile, as you toss and turn in your own bed, a deep fondness for the king that ran deeper than you would like to admit blossomed in your heart and was beginning to see the first rays of radiant sunlight that just so happened to be your unconditional adoration for the king of Hell.

🎪 Lucifer could make you laugh, smile, and gasp with a wonderment that you hadn't ever felt before, and your heart began to ache for more. More of his presence, and his whimsical, goofy nature that time had taught you to relish and look forward to.

🎪 All you could do was sleep, close your eyes and hope that these feelings would stamp themselves out soon.

🎪 But all of that proved to be futile as you woke with a start in the middle of the night, the hazy visions of clipped wings, magnificent and radiant in all their seldom glory, remained fresh in your mind.

🎪 The glow of a shiny red apple faded from your vision, as you clenched your arms and buried your face into your pillow.

🎪 You were in for a long night...

. . .

𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: This was... surprisingly really fun and cute to write! I'll definitely be continuing this, since I really want to flesh it out more

Once again, please, PLEASE use the taglist for my sake 😭🙏 it can get sort of overwhelming when I can't remember certain usernames and tag them, and it's just to make things easier for me.

Oh and Lucifer's aesthetic is circuscore, of course. Underrated aesthetic frfr 🎪💫🍎

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𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @starsformydarlingmazel, @chitter-chatter, @hazzbindarlingg, @darkangel582, @matrixbearer2024, @prosciuttosblog, @frog-fans-unite, @mysterypotatoink, @burgerflipper72, @chibikochannumberone, @strawberry-gothic, @roboticsuccubus83, @lulurubberduckie

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heres a collection of concept art for the rest of the entities for the mythos au!! if you're wondering where the eye is, they've been drawn already!

they are all FAR from done. keep in mind these are all just my initial concepts and i plan to do in-depth design sheets as i go to explore their designs more.

IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS ON HOW TO IMPROVE THESE DESIGNS PLEASE THROW EM AT ME- MY ANON IS OPEN AND I READ TAGS I DONT CARE JUST!!!! GIMME!!!!!

(also au context: the magnus mythos is an au where the entities are all gods, similar to various religious mythology, rather than paranormal entities that feed on fear)

design thoughts for each of them under the cut

The Web - God of Fate (she/it): im pretty happy with her design atm, shes meant to be a half spider half woman thing and i love that for her. shes probably the one ive thought the most on so far given her importance to the story. i want her to wear silks and shiny silver jewelry that just sparkles like wet spiderwebs do, not sure if im gonna keep the veil?

The Dark - God of the Dark (she/he/it): probably my weakest concept at the moment. it doesnt do the dark any justice. i mean i like the cloak idea but i want them to be very tendrilly, all consuming, shadowy, but i dont know how to properly portray them :/

The Desolation - God of Destruction and Fire (they/it): i have a neat vision for them! i want them to be made of coal and ash and smoke, to be burning and glowing on the inside, and their body is decorated with melted wax to look like clothes. not quiiiiiite sure about how their melty candle dress is now? i want it to be less constrictive

The Stranger - God of the Unknown and the Whimsical (he/she/they/it): it's meant to be this. weird wirey creature hidden behind masks and a lot of fabrics, like the framework of a poseable plush doll? i like the way the masks look but im not so sure about the body.

The Vast - God of the Above (she/he/they/it): im not so sure about his design at all im gonna be real. i want them to look like the atmosphere and be covered in clouds and have mountains for feet and an ocean cape but i feel like it might be a bit?? idk??? im just not that happy with it :/

The End - God of Death and Time (they/it): ugh i love this concept sm, making death read as less scary and more divine is so fun. theyre based on a seraphim and a sand timer,

The Buried - God of the Underneath (she/he/they/it): ANOTHER OF MY FAVORITES!!!! i love them. theyre inspired by hermit crabs!! and they have silver chains holding their shell to them. they look so endearing with their lil lopsided eyes ;; <3

The Flesh - God of the Body and Meat (she/he/they/it): i have so many ideas for the flesh y'all- im very excited to do a concept sheet for them. theyre meant to have no skin, just exposed bone and muscle, large limbs, hooves, exposed heart underneath a ribcage, teeth that close around their abdomen. white bandages that wrap around like clothes. a teeth/horn crown? i dont quite know whether to go for a more animalistic look or a more human one? like- theres so many ways to go with him idek!!!

The Hunt - God of Predators and Pride (they/it): see, i like this design but i feel like its too werewolf like? yknow? thats cool!! but itreads more monster to me than God :/

The Corruption - God of Nature, Rot, and Disease (she/they/it): i love this weird bug thing. this one i was really inspired for (mostly because. corruption aligned. so obviously im gonna think about this one alot) theyre this weird bug thing, the veil is inspired by the one from the art on the wiki! i want to maybe make them a bit more gross and weird because nature is like that sometimes, a moot on tiktok suggested that i add animal bones!! and i think thats SO smart im absolutely going too

The Spiral - God of the Incomprehensible (it/its): this weirdo is so hard to pin down istg. i imagine them as this spiral thing. body is kindof liquidy, arms are spindly and long, multiple shifting faces, overall just constantly changing and moving and like!!! how am i meant to draw that??? when my brain cant even wrap my head around what its supposed to look like yknow??? bruh jrdbhgfjdldgfh- that being said i think the main problem with the design is that it just gives me too many Michael vibes!!! is it the hair? the arms? its probably both.

The Lonely - God of Solitude and the Self (they/it): i like what this one has going so far! theyve got fog hair, fog tears, their body is meant to be splotchy like turquoise marble, i vibe with it so hard. not so sure what to do with their outfit tho :/

The Slaughter - God of War (he/they/it): another one of my more stronger designs i think! centaur with weapons sticking into them, face concealed, medieval armor and antlers- it vibes

the extinction isnt drawn because i literally have no idea what they should look like aside from color palette-

once again any and all suggestions will be taken!!!! i need ideas!!! plese!!!!

[brainrot-stitch]

Sorry my hand slipped (the demons won)

Here is whofuckingknowswhattheirnameis!!! Oughh if u got name suggestions lmk...

Anyways last alicorn experiment oc I SWEAR just I was thinking of my og base idea (green + kinda goopy + spiral eyes) and had to do it sory :(

(Yapping below the cut!!) (Edit: WHAT THE FART THE CUT DIDNT WORK AGAIN I JS WOKE UP AND REALIZED WHAT THE FART)

Ok so this 1 was originally a unicorn!! And the scientists decided to experiment w/ changeling shit along with pegasus dna n all that and lil bro came out funky. This was like before the whole changelings got friendship-fied btw if that happened in this au !

Lovee her sm I'm gonna make her and eclipse meet I think. Anyways they r a SILLY GOOSE!!! very twitchy I think, short attention span and lots of? Stimming?? I think that's what it is yea. She'll like pat her hooves on the ground (idk what it's called sos) or kinda bounce in place or her wings will buzz (bug moment 🔥) or they'll twitch or yap ur ear off. Very big yapper btw they love talking that's why the mic cutie mark. Real good at public speaking n all that before they got bugged.

I imagine her as kinda creature like ?? Like in a silly way tho. With like growling, hissing, clicking, buzzing, etc. Does that make sense?? Idk. Why r all my ocs creatures bro.. this is becoming a pattern..... bro.......

Anyways they're very excitable and energetic and usually? Upbeat? But can flip at the drop of a hat it honestly just depends on their mood I think. Also it has a bad habit of plucking out feathers at times (not very often tho) bc it's not used to having them and they get super itchy sometimes. Also idk whatt happened in that lab but it's like. Kinda goopy a little bit. Like bro just drips occasionally??? And idk why???? But I can't just ASK because she's a CHARACTER and also not self aware so :( maybe I'll find out one day. I don't think it's good gho idk it looks kinda unhealthy that's the main reason why I'm confused on its physical health

Ok yea that's it I think I blacked out while writing that praying I didn't say anything odd also au by captainzigo ots soo fire umm lemme know if I missed anything that I need 2 say wahoo!!

[justaticklishdeer]

A Deer's Enjoyment

Second fic! RadioRose QPR, around 1k words. Feedback/requests are greatly appreciated! I just needed more ticklish Alastor tbh...so I made it myself.

TW/CW: Tickles (lil intense), teasing (a lot)

Alastor walked into Rosie’s Emporium. The woman herself was finishing up her work. He sits down and quietly watches, humming softly to himself. Rosie finishes up and notices him. “Oh, hello dearie!” “Hello, Rosie. How have you been?” he asks as she leads him to her back room and sits him down. She nods, murmuring, “It’s been good.” 

She noticed Alastor scoot closer, his ears flicking. “Dear, what do you want?”

“I think you know.” 

Rosie thought for a moment, then smiled. “I haven't a clue.” Alastor tries to prompt her into tickling him…with no luck. “Rosie, please.”

“A gentleman has to use his words, darling.” 

“But you know what I want,” Alastor points out. “Oh, I do. I just want to hear you say it, my dear,” Rosie smiles, ignoring the way Alastor let out a crackle of radio static in both frustration and want. “Rosie, please, you know exactly what I want.”

Rosie chuckles softly to herself, glancing at the deer. His ears were down and she could tell he was getting quite pleading with her. 

“T-tickle?” 

“Tickles, dear? Oh, I could. I could tickle you. Watch you laugh and squirm while you beg for me to stop, but I know you love it. You love the way I can get you all flustered and laughing.” Rosie says with a teasing smile, reaching over to gently trace her claws up his sides. He gasps in sharply, before squirming and grinning. “mmm–! R-rohosie–!” His hooves click as he shudders from the tickles. He wanted more. More tickles. 

Alastor squirmed again, Rosie very gently tickling his sides now. “Dear, is this quite enough for you?” 

Alastor shakes his head. Rosie chuckles and murmurs, “Let me hear you say it.” “R-Rosie, I-I dohon’t think yohou need to hear mehehe when y-you know–”

“Oh, but I do,” Rosie states, moving her gentle tickles up to his ribs. “M-more t-tihihickles, plehehease?” Alastor asks through giggles. 

“As you wish.” Rosie starts to dig into his ribs, skittering over them and tenderizing him lovingly. Her fingers raked over the bones, and Alastor was laughing hard. 

“Aww, who’s a good tickle baby? Is it you? Are you my good ticklish baby fawn?” Rosie teased, watching Alastor writhe beneath her. “Hold still, will ya?”

“Rohoho–Rohohosie! Rohohosie!” he squealed, his back arching. She moved her claws down to his waist, squishing slightly which got a snort from him. She slowed the tickles, her claws tracing his belly–shapes, lines, or just gentle scribbles. Alastor was snickering softly into his arm. “Now, my sweet deer, let me hear you,” Rosie chided teasingly, reaching up to Alastor’s head and scribbling her fingers on the back of his ears. “Nonohoho! Okahay–!” “Good little fawn,” she teased, going back to his stomach. 

Alastor squirmed, looking at her with a playful glare.

“Oh, do you want to be sassy with me?” Rosie asked, moving his hands to his ears. “Wahahait wait fuhuck–!” The deer choked out a curse before he could even catch himself. She raised an eyebrow with a smirk as she scratched at his ears. “I’m barely touchin’ ya and you’re already a giggly mess, ticklish little baby, my ticklish baby,’ Rosie teased, sliding her fingers down his ears, his neck, and back to the tops of his ribs. “Wahahait–nonono y-yohou dohon’t have to–to do thahat!” She dragged her fingers teasingly up and down his ribs. “If you really wanted to stop, we have a safeword. And you know it. I know it. You just love how tickly I make you feel. You love how my claws can bring out all those sweet giggles and laughs, your squeals and whimpers…you love it. You and I both know if you really wanted me to stop, you would’ve safeworded by now,” she said in a teasing, almost sadistic tone. God, how Alastor hated and loved how right she was. He squirmed again, his back arching with a whimper as she massages her fingers against his ribs. 

“Rohohosie! You knohohow–’

‘Oh, I know. I know how badly this affects you, sweetie. You love it. So, you’re going to accept the fact that I am relentless. I don’t stop unless I hear the word. And you know it.”

She starts to tickle quicker, jumping from spot to spot on his upper body. Alastor shrieks and his body instinctively tries to jerk away, but Rosie holds fast. “Good boy, good ticklish fawn, look at you! Doing so well taking my tickles, I could practically watch this all day, seeing you fall apart like this…”

“Rohohohosie! Shihihihit!” He tries to twist away from the cannibal to no avail. Rosie grins down at him, slowing her tickles and sliding down to his stomach, scritching over the sensitive fur and skin beneath. Alastor’s giggles went silent. He squirms and arches his back, ironically giving Rosie a better access to his stomach. The deer demon squeals as she does something with her claws–it felt so good, but yet so horribly ticklish. “Fuckfuckfuhuhuhuck!’

“Language, dear!” Rosie teases. 

‘I-I cahahan’t hehelp it!”

She scoots down to his hooves, earning a nervous giggle. “Rohosie. Rohosie, I-i love you. I–you–nohohohoho!” Alastor let out a sound similar to microphone feedback before loud, genuine laughter flowed out. Rosie was playing with the soft, fluffy spot on his hooves, which had him screaming and begging for mercy. 

“Rehehehed! Rehed, fuhuhuck!” Rosie stopped instantly, pulling back and grunting softly with surprise as Alastor flung himself around her, cuddling her as he panted and gasped for air. She wraps her arms around him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. “Th-thank…thank you, Rose…” 

“Anytime, darling,” she responded as she gently rubbed his back, moving her hands up to his ears to gently pet them. Alastor leaned into the touch, starting to breathe normally. “Do you need anything, my dear?” Rosie asks, and Alastor shakes his head. “Just some cuddles should be fine…if that’s alright with you.” 

“Of course, darling…that’s what aftercare is about.” She pulls him into her arms better, letting him slowly doze off from the session. “Sleep well, my dear..”

[fanaticsnail]

About to send you through an image via non-anon because of ask restrictions that you're welcome to paste in the reply here or not as you please but >:3ccccccccccccccc I HAVE AN EARLY BDAY PRESENT FOR YOU!!!

Early because it's done now, and I cannot hold my horses ╰（‵⌂′）╯ They are running amok! The fields are empty, the streets are full, and horse hooves are trampling the farmers market produce!! Someone stop them- this got away from me asldkjkglfdg

Anyway what I wanted to say was EXTREMELY EARLY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! Don't know when it is in October because details are hard but!!!!

For you!! And the joy you bring us all by posting, and simply being you!

- @remisloves (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

REMIIIII IM SCREAMING.

LOOK AT HERRRRR. LOOOOOOOK. LOOK AT TOBIUO!!! SHE'S SO FREAKING CUTE!!!!! AAAAAAAAA. AND HER TRIDENT AAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

You are just amazing, Remi. I'm in awe of a lil chonky chibi Iyo. Grinning like an idiot in broad daylight. Thank you so much for this present, I am just gonna cry. My birthday is November 1st, and I am just crying at this beautiful early present 🥹😭. So much love for you, Remi 🖤🖤🖤.

That image of the horses running makes me so happy too.

Birthday event

[misc-obeyme]

Ooh speaking abt baths, my dog also hates them but will patiently wait until it's done (unless you stop cooing at her, then she tries to climb out of the tub like a wet rat 🐀) but once she's out I towel her off before letting her shake the rest off while holding a towel over her so water doesn't get everywhere lol. Then it's time for zoomies!!! Before being combed which she actually loves (no hair dryer though because she does Not like wind)

So I'm imagining sheep!MC absolutely taking off the second bath time is over; running away from the brothers and leaving a trail of water through the house. Happily baa-ing and zooming around until they get tired enough someone can scoop them up to get them dry. I feel like they'd be calm with Asmo though, especially with a cute modified tub for them. He'd treat it like a spa day and cut little cucumbers to put on their eyes! He also must have a magic noiseless hair dryer. They'd also probably be calmer if Simeon and Luke were sheepsitting but even then they'd probably at least try to shake some water off at the angels for some chaotic fun

OH YES sheep MC zoomies!!!! That'd be so freaking cute, just imagine that lil fluff ball running around the House of Lamentation like crazy and it's all clopclopclopclop 'cause of their hooves as;lfkdfj

Ahh your pupper sounds so cute!! I think it's so funny how you get the doggos that love bath time and then you get the ones that are more like okay fine, I will tolerate this if I must. Like you know they're just doing it to make their human happy lol!

Now I'm also imagining sheep MC finally tiring themselves out. Mammon is maybe the only one who could catch them when they're going full speed, but once they've slowed down, it's whoever's closest! Except maybe not Belphie because I could see him scooping up MC and then promptly falling asleep with them snuggled in his arms. No drying getting done at all lol.

I totally see Asmo treating sheep MC's bath time like one of those videos where someone has their cat in a little robe and like brushes their fur with a makeup brush and so on. He would go all out. I love the cucumbers, but I also feel like sheep MC would rather eat them.

Sheepsitting angels omg!! I love that, too! You know 'cause sheep MC is trying to be good but they just can't help shaking that water off at them! You know Simeon is probably laughing and Luke is like MC how could you?!? I love it!

[dluebirb]

Alright, so I finally jumped on the bandwagon (for better or for worse) and redesigned the main cast of Hazbin Hotel!

Disclaimer: I am not saying that my designs are better than the ones in the show, I am just saying that this is what I would have done if I were to design the characters, plus addressing some common criticism of Vivziepop's character designs. I enjoy the show, and with that comes some artistic liberties. Proceed.

So I'm going to show each character individually, plus a brief explanation (EDIT: They were not as brief as I thought... I love these characters, so sue me!) of what I changed and why, and then a lineup at the end!! Stick with me please, I put a lot of work into these!

@theosb0rnway they are real and in decent quality this time!! Wow!!

First up, Charlie! I had no idea she was meant to be based off of a porcelain doll. I thought she was a weird hell-vampire thing ngl. Fangs, pastey skin, you get it. The only thing the doll thing had going for it was the cheek marks, and I though that was a design choice for blush, like Mabel in Gravity Falls!

Porcelain dolls are really just those gen alpha tiktok influencer-level skin care routines plus dresses from two centuries ago, so I decided to go with a more puppet-leaning/mouthpiece design, plus some more goat-ish attributes, like her lil hoovsies!

Her color pallatte is brighter than the other designs because I wanted to show how she (while still utilizing the pinks and reds of hell) is the most pure-hearted of the bunch, as she's the only one who really doesn't belong in hell.

If this does well (or I want to) I might do her demon form!

VAGGIE! My girl. I love her.

So my main problem with Vaggie's current design: HER HAIR. I'm sorry, but how are the physics of that supposed to work?? Please? /gen

She also says in the show that she's "not used to fighting with long hair, and the ponytail in episode 8 doesn't really serve that purpose? At least from the viewers POV, hence the bun.

I know she's not technically a moth demon, since she's an ex-exorcist, but I wanted to lean into the imagery. She and Charlie look a little too close to human in comparison to almost anyone else, so I wanted to give her some moth-isms. And I find it more believable that she could fight like this! Ik Alastor's the hotel's protector and all, but old habits die hard n such.

Onto Angel Dust! Okay, I gotta say, I should lower his colors general brightness-

But other than that, I think I did pretty good with him!

I am probably in the minority who thought the eyes thing in episode four was pretty cool, but I wanted to make him more visibly spider-like, and eyes seemed like a good place to start.

I will admit to taking inspiration from the iron spider suit in Avengers: Infinity War for his extra arms. I was a Marvel kid, the legends are true.

Also, PINCERS! I think that's what those are called- They're only sorta there because any other way I tried ended with messing up his general face, but the thought's there!

I did forget his spider ass, but it's there in spirit, trust.

BIG OL' SHOUT OUT TO OZ FOR HELPING ME WITH THE DEER MAN'S FACE. He was giving me a TIME-

His fuck-ass bob is NO MORE. I rest my case. Also the monocle was annoying me, so he gets old lady glasses. I don't know why his shoes look like deer hooves. he's a little fucked up anatomy-wise.

I don't have much to say about him, but I loved drawing his hair. He gets to keep some of his red, because he WOULD. I also have a design of Alastor with a coat/jacket thing that's more time-period accurate, but I really liked this design, so it's what you're getting unless someone asks for it.

I also don't have a lot to say about Husk- I took away a lot more than I added if we're being real.

Hat? GONE

Weird wing design that makes my brain hurt? GONE

Eyebrows? YOU BETTER BELIEVE THEY'RE GONE

(I had a grudge against his eyebrows, leave me be-)

He's also short and fat now, so... YEAH (for a while I thought he was real short, but that was only because I kept seeing screen caps of him next to Angel, and the guy's a beanpole-)

His wings resemble the succubi in Helluva more so now, because Hazbin has a weird relationship with wings, so I wanted to make the distinction clearer than it is in canon.

His eyes glow now because have you SEEN a cat in pitch black, dead of night? Scary little assholes. (/aff, I love my cats.) He's dead and in hell, so they glow perpetually.

As with Charlie, I had no idea Niffty was supposed to be a bug. This seems to be a recurring issue.

I shifted her hair and outfit to be a lil more 1950s-accurate, but it was pretty good before, all things considered. I actually like Niffty's Canon design a lot.

In terms of making the bug-ness more pronounces, I gave her antennae (they can glow because YES) and wings. I imagine the wings are kind of like grasshopper wings, so they make a lil weird noise. I also gave her four legs, because if there's one thing I know about bugs, they have an abnormal amount of appendages.

The quality got CRUNCHED so click on the lineup, PLEASE-

And yeah, there are the sillies! I tried to differentiate them from the RED, but I think I overdid it-

Eh, I like them!

Send an ask or comment if you want me to do any more characters, or send me a screenshot from Hazbin and I'll redraw it with these guys! It'll also give me the chance to work on backgrounds, which I need!

I really hope you guys like these!

[jamboreeartsupplies]

Introducing: The Furby Fam

I started taking these photos and doodling on them in February lol so uhh stay tuned for the newest edition as a fun surprise! I don't have the spoons to do another group photo unfortunately

Kiwi Gizmo was my first (other than my dearly departed childhood Furby </3)

Jambo and Fountain switched voice boxes because Jambo's went mute and I plan on making Fountain long and plushified so she won't need her voice but I wanted Jambo to work so now they do!

The Unnamed goes by a temporary title because they will only be claiming their True Name after they go through The Transformation and achieve their Final Form. They are an incomprehensible being of love and light.

Spoon is my spoonie buddy that I take with me to like doctor appointments and stuff! Because when you think hooves, sometimes its not a horse! And I just thought it would be really funny if Spoon stood for something ridiculous so now it does xD Sir Princess is also an acceptable nickname but I usually just call it Spoon hehe

E-Day aka Mame-chan is basically my Dreamie because they are a working Japanese Frog Furby!!!! I do wanna change their eye chips though, I wanted brown but since I need customs anyway maybe I should do frog eyes!? hmmm

The newest addition, Lord of Histamine and More Hungry actually came to me from a flea market and is the only furby I've bought IRL because usually I find them way overpriced lol. Their title is inspired by the tag they came with:

The other side of the tag says "Hi! Me Koh-Koh-Ay-Tay!"

I decided that meant their name had to be related to my food allergy problems, since Spoon, my other furby buddy is also a disability related friend. So her title is "Lord of Histamine and More Hungry". But I also really wanted their name to be disproportionately long so their full name is actually "Lord of Histamine and More Hungry Mary-Lloyd Annatto Rice Flour"

They have many nickname opportunities from this but tbh I've been just calling them "Lord Histamine" bc it's funny xD They protect me from the big meanie histamines in food that make me sick >:( It's a tough job for such a lil guy, please cheer him on to help his power grow!!!

[nerdasaurus1200]

I think way too much about Charlie’s hooves but the implications of this are just way too interesting.

Cause first of all, I mean look at them. Her lil hoovsies are adorable.

But also, this is the only non-human part of her entire body arguably. Without her hooves you could make the argument that Charlie just looks like a weird human. And it’s both strange and interesting how as the princess of hell, she looks more human than literally every sinner in the Pride Ring. Yet the one nonhuman part of her, she covers up with her shoes. And I just can’t help but wonder why?? Why doesn’t she go barefoot if she doesn’t even really need shoes? Are her hooves still sensitive like normal human feet? Is she trying to cover up the less human parts of herself because of her love for humanith? Like, maybe she wants to look more human like Lilith does so she wears shoes to give off that appearance.

[theanoninyourinbox]

Then I request mossy hill please!!!

Hey Mom

It's me again - I know you're probably busy, but I hope you can make time for me...no, nothing super important, just wanted to talk and bring you some flowers...thanks Mom. It's been a while since I visited, but there was a big storm, and everyone with any weather powers were called in, and of course I had to help - I may not be good at cloud control, but the more hooves, the lighter the work, as you always say-said...

aaaAnyway, Thunder Falls is doing well - the Sports Center just got the walls fixed, so the foals are super excited for that - coach Swift Sprint and Shockwave are working on their special needs class plan...I know, you never would have expected him to get into teaching either, but ever since lil Swift started following him around, well, he's gotten so invested in anything other than racing or mares! But good for him...oh, how could I forget! Mayor Comet is campaigning for a new wing of the hospital, for infectious diseases...sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned that...

...what else...oh, Stonewall is working on a new sculpture for the museum - something heroic, he says...Misty is thinking about going into politics, but Ebony Blade is arguing with her about it again...Ginger Candy and I are considering going on a vacation before she has the foal, but we can't pick where yet - what do you think?...

...thanks for taking time out of your day for me Mom...I love you...

I wish you could meet my family...but I know you're keeping an eye on us...

I'll visit next week with Ginger, maybe we'll figure out by then where we're going...

[lady-loveluck]

EYYY WSGGGG (sheep ruth has not left my brain and I was up until 02:30 am thinking about her)

HCS.

she canNOT control her tail. Yes, its just a little sheep tail, YES, its constantly wagging. She cant mask her emotions because of that thing!! Her ears arent any help either they fr have a mind of their own

In the musical she makes like.. little squeaks..? and I saw someone saying that that's because she has more to say, but her anxiety is stopping her. Anyway now she bleats

^she got **SO** freaked out the first time it happened. Like imagine Max, for example, Going on with his daily bullshit like idk pushing her up against a locker and saying shit to her and normally she'd squeak from the shock/impact but this time she bleated and both of them just paused like🧍‍♂️

Im imagining the school has those shiny tile/limoneloum (how tf you spell it..? Linelouem? linoleum.. BRO IDK) in the hallways n stuff and she can just... not function the first couple of weeks. Richie and pete just decided to help her so she wouldn't just go sliding down the fucking hallway 😭

^ after she got familiar with her new legs, she discovered that she can run.. SO fast. Faster than max, even . (idk how fast sheep can run but shes a small gal so I'm saying she can run real fast ion make the rules 💔 )

YAY THAT WAS IT

-💋

I THINK SHEEP CAN RUKNVERY FAST SO YEA

She's just a Lil gal

I love her so much

I imagine Pete and richie helping her walking because of the floor but if she's late they just, slide her BC of her hooves lmao

[ticklishprincey]

𝙿𝙹𝙾/𝙷𝙾𝙾/𝚃𝙾𝙰 𝚃𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜!

✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. Hello my loveys! Just finished TOA and I have finished my headcannon list, they cannot stay in my brain forever. (Also, I'm aware that Jason is canonically dead, however: Nuh uh.) ◦•●◉✿ Warnings: Tickling, teasing ◦•●◉✿ This is part one because look how long this list already is (sorry not sorry) I'll make this a multiple part list with three people at a time because hot damn this is long ✿◉●•◦𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢, 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚢𝚜◦•●◉✿ ◦•●◉✿ Percy Jackson ♡ Ler-leaning switch ♡ ---------- ♡ VICIOUS LER ♡ If he's in a ler mood, you better RUN ♡ Likes to chase his lee to tire them out ♡ Main targets are Annabeth and Nico but he'll target pretty much anyone if he feels like it or if they ask ♡ 100% has had tickle fights with Grover (and won 99% of them) ♡ Big tease ♡ Having a baby sister does that to a guy ♡ Loves to baby-talk his lee ♡ Big fan of tickling someone to make them say nice things about themselves (*cough* NICO *cough cough*) ♡ Any reason to tickle someone is a good reason ♡ Sad? Tickles until you smile. ♡ Sleepy? Tickles until you agree to sleep. ♡ Angry? Tickles until you forget why you were angry. ♡ Aftercare mostly depends on the lee, usually cuddles, rubbing the lee's back until they calm down, he'll get a water bottle for them and a snack if they're hungry. ---------- ♡ Super cute lee ♡ Worst spots are his upper ribs ♡ Melt spot is under his chin ♡ Main ler is Annabeth but Jason and Grover jump in sometimes ♡ Annabeth mainly tickles him when he's being especially obnoxious (or when he asks for it) ♡ Isn't shy enough to ask for it but shy enough to cover his face while he does so ♡ Doesn't like to be pinned down but he squirms a lot, tickle hugs are the best option ♡ CANNOT handle compliment teases, he melts into a giggly puddle of lee ♡ Simply passes away with the rib-counting game ♡ Preferred aftercare is a glass of water and cuddles ---------- ◦•●◉✿ Annabeth Chase ♡ Ler-leaning switch ♡ ---------- ♡ Very teasy ler ♡ Surprisingly gentle ♡ Main lee is Percy ♡ Uses science to fluster her lee (y'know like explaining why they're reacting the way they do just to make them feel more helpless) ♡ You know she's done research once she figured out Percy liked it ♡ Doesn't usually give chase and instead makes her lee ask for it ♡ She tweaks her aftercare depending on her lee ---------- ♡ Not super ticklish but if you get her going you're golden ♡ Worst spot is her armpits ♡ Doesn't really have a melt spot but her neck is her favorite ♡ Not easily flustered, you have to try really hard to get a reaction from teasing alone ♡ Main (and only) ler is Percy ♡ She won't hesitate bitch /ref ---------- ◦•●◉✿ Grover Underwood ♡ Lee-leaning switch ♡ ---------- ♡ The giggliest of giggle bugs ♡ Main let's are Percy and Juniper ♡ His horns are ticklish and I will die on this hill ♡ Kicks his lil hooves when he's tickled, his ler needs to straddle him or just adapt (Percy has the reflexes of a GOD from this) ♡ Worst spot is his tummy ♡ Melt spot is his horns ♡ Raspberries will kill him ♡ Cannot handle being teased, he just melts and loses the ability to string sentences together ♡ Gets really bad lee moods but will not ask for tickles to save his life ---------- ♡ Not a ler often ♡ Tickles Juniper passively but participates in tickle fights with Percy on occasion (does he lose on purpose? yes. will he admit that? no.) ♡ Constantly scared to overstep boundaries so very very very gentle tickles ♡ Compliment teases are his go-to ♡ He doesn't even mean to tease, he just loves seeing his lee smile ♡ His lee gets to pick their aftercare ✿◉●•◦𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍◦•●◉✿ ✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. Part two will come out soon! •.¸♡𝚝𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒 𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚖𝚊 𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊 𝚝𝚎♡¸.•

[radioisntdead]

Good evening folks! I wasn't feeling the best today so I decided to treat myself and I made a sheet + some details for my sona [with a very mild redesign]

She's supposed to be a little more chubby [because I am] but apparently that vanished during my lineart and I did not have the energy to fix it.

She's a lil' deer lady who writes fanfiction and does other things in the hotel, she got taken out around the early 1930's after discovering something she wasn't supposed too.

She wrote a few books that never got published during her lifetime.

Ranging from wholesome romance, horror to children's books.

She has two sets of ears because I have a thing for elf ears, she can hear out of both pairs, the elf ears are pierced, She's more sensitive towards loud noises.

Her pupils are ink splotches, and the marks on her body resemble ink splotches.

She dyes parts of her hair brown, just to somewhat stay in touch with what she looked like before, without the brown it's fully pink [?]

Honestly has no idea WHAT she did to end up down there, has a couple of theories though.

She has a notebook with all the details about loved ones, along with doodles, just in case she forgets what they looked like, She wonders if her loved ones still remember her or if she's buried deep in their memories, forever forgotten.

She has a whole thing with being forgotten or forgetting.

She absolutely HATED some of the deer aspects she got stuck with at first, particularly her deer ears at first, definitely tried to tear them off when she got oversimulated.

She learned to adore her deer parts within time especially her hooves because hooves, they make click-clack noises, she still wants to tear her deer ears off when she gets oversimulated though.

Ended up getting involved with Alastor and temporarily [and without permission] took over his radio tower when he was away for seven years, forcing sinners to hear her sleep deprived rambles and whatever songs she felt like listening to.

Moved into the hazbin hotel because she had nothing better to do plus it gave her more time to indulge in her hobbies without worry of getting murked or something.

Wonders if she truly gets redeemed would her loved ones accept her when they're reunited again?

Her choker has a spades charm on it [Ace of spades]

Occasionally keeps cursed cat Alastor hostage, also kidnaps the egg bois to change their outfits or draw on them.

Crochets little plushies and gives them to everyone in the hotel.

Old versions

Alrighty I'm done being cringe for now, I'm writing the part two for that Velvette fic, so Tune on in later today or tomorrow for it!