#SQUABBLE UP ‼️‼️‼️‼️

[suempu]

Hey there :3 I hope you’re having a good day and schools going good for ya!

If you can, can you please write a story about CHILCHUCK 🗣️ and a gender neutral reader spending some quality time together?

Please I love that midget so much it actually hurts 💀

Live laugh love chucklefuck ‼️‼️

anon, your energy is so funny LMAO i love it

post canon + chilly chuckles has facial hair + literally no plot, just some domestic nothingness

<3

chilchuck sighs in content, one hand gripping a bottle of alcohol as he leans back at his chair. you were currently next to him, sitting on your own chair while you snack on some nuts and fruit.

“you look like you’re on retirement.” snickering before cozying up on your seat, the sounds of crickets and owl noises in the background as you and chilchuck spend your night out on the porch together.

he brings the bottle to his lips, too tired to actually get mad at your comment. “after the day i’ve had, i’d appreciate it if you’d just let me rest.”

“no energy left in you, old man?”

chilchuck groans, “i swear—“

“i’m kidding!” chuckling, you stand from your seat and squeeze yourself right by him.

you remember 2 weeks ago when you’ve just moved in, the both of you arguing over where to place the furniture, squabbling over decor, and the different kinds of paint jobs. it made you smile, the excitement of living with your lover kept you high and happy.

“couldn’t you have stayed right where you were?” grumbles chilchuck, currently squashed between the arm chair and your body, head lazily leaning on to your chest. with the way you’re both seated, he’s almost on your lap.

“come on, i missed you.” you mumble, taking his free hand and rubbing your thumb on his palm. “you’re the perfect cuddle size.”

he sighs, accepting his fate before drinking the last drop of alcohol. “i’m past my prime. i can’t believe i’m getting sleepy from a beer.”

“you’ve had at least 3… and you were already exhausted to begin with. i think it’s time for bed.” you hum, continuing your caresses on his arm while picking the remaining dried fruits and nuts with your other hand.

“yeah, but before that, i need to wash my face and.. maybe shave.” his head lays on your shoulder, closing his eyes in content at the touches. “the hair on my chin is getting a bit itchy.”

“but i like your lil beard.” you pout.

chilchuck places the empty bottle down beside his feet, huffing as he settled himself on your lap again. “i’ll keep the stubble. for you, i guess. cause apparently your needs far outweigh my comfortability.” he snickers sarcastically.

“i’ll help you out with it.”

“you almost cut yourself last week when you did, i’d rather not.”

“third time’s a charm.” you say smugly.

“i’ve lost count on how many “third times” you’ve had.”

[another-lost-mc]

taking the boys to see barbie‼️‼️🔥😫💯🤩🫨🫶🏻

A/N: I just got home from seeing Oppenheimer so this is like, perfect timing. These are some general movie outing headcanons for the group!

Going To the Movies

THE DEMON BROTHERS & THE DATEABLES

0.8k words | SFW | gn!Reader

Content: Luke is mentioned in a platonic sense only, the other relationships can be read as platonic or romantic.

You suggest a matinee show time because you figure it'll be less disruptive and chaotic for everyone.

Levi and Satan are the only ones that bother to look up the movie beforehand.

Levi wanted to read the early critic reviews, but he's careful not to complain about how stupid the plot sounds because he knows you want to see it.

(If it's a pop culture franchise Akuzon sells, Levi will order a t-shirt or sweater to wear on the day of the movie outing.)

Satan looked up the film's plot/backstory because you've been eager to talk about it.

(He likes knowing more about your interests than Lucifer his brothers do.)

Diavolo caught wind of your plans somehow (probably from Lucifer) and managed to convince Barbatos that they could both use an afternoon off to have some fun in the human world too.

When you show up at the theatre, Solomon and the angels from Purgatory Hall are already waiting near the concession stand.

(Barbatos admits to you that he might've told Luke about the movie plans in passing.)

Ordering food at the snack bar is interesting.

Lucifer orders himself a drink but no snacks. He opts for wine if the theatre sells it, or coffee if they don't serve alcohol, and he finally settles on bottled sparkling water if nothing else is available.

Mammon orders a popcorn combo that comes with a bag of candy. He asks you very casually what kind you like best before he just happens to choose that for himself.

Levi orders the popcorn combo that comes with the plastic collectible cup, and he browses the small display of plushies and toys near the snack bar too.

Satan orders popcorn and a drink and reminds you that there's plenty if you want to share with him.

Asmo buys a bottle of vitamin water and says he doesn't want anything to eat.

(Later he'll sneak some popcorn or nachos and candy from whoever he sits beside.)

Beel just points to all the popcorn poppers behind the counter and says he'll buy all of it.

(He grabs bags of candy off the display and drops those on the counter too.)

Belphie clarifies to the poor staff working behind the counter that they'll take two large bags of popcorn with lots of butter—and two bags of candy each, and two of the largest soft drink size they have...

Barbatos heads to another part of the concession stand to look at their frozen yogurt flavours and toppings.

While Barbatos is distracted, Diavolo orders the kid's popcorn combo because he wanted the collectible cup and toy it comes with.

Simeon buys a kid's popcorn combo for Luke and a frozen yogurt cup for himself.

(He gets two spoons so Luke can share it with him.)

Solomon orders popcorn with butter for himself, and everyone is relieved that he didn't try to sneak in any of his own homemade snacks.

He pulls out a salt shaker filled with something he claims he made himself and sprinkles it all over his popcorn.

(Unsurprisingly, no one else wants to try any when he offers it.)

Your entire group could fill an entire row of the theatre, and seating arrangements are the next big hurdle.

It surprises no one that Mammon, Asmo, Belphie, and Solomon all want to sit beside you.

(You absolutely forbid them from playing rock-paper-scissors in the theatre to solve that squabble.)

There are some obvious allowances in the seating arrangements: your BFF/lover(s) naturally claim the seats beside or closest to you.

If the seat's not already taken, Lucifer wants to sit on your right hand side.

(He smiles when you offer him some of your own snacks during the film.)

Satan and Belphie are not allowed to sit in the row behind Lucifer's seat—he already knows they'll kick the back of his chair (or his head) if they do.

Beel and Belphie usually sit next to each other. If Belphie falls asleep, he'll lean on Beel's shoulder so he doesn't disturb anyone else.

Levi complains that he's not in the seat that will give him the "best viewer experience," whatever that means, but he will sit close to you or Mammon if he can.

Solomon, Simeon and Luke move up a row and sit behind you if they can't sit beside you.

(Luke will tap your shoulder during the movie and offer you some of the candy from his kid's combo.)

Diavolo likes to sit beside or close to Lucifer.

(You can hear Diavolo comment excitedly about things throughout the movie while Lucifer reminds him to hush, which leads to both of them bickering loud enough for everyone else to hear.)

Barbatos likes to sit near Satan because they both enjoy watching the film quietly and won't bother each other.

(Barbatos doesn't mind sitting apart from Diavolo because he's always mindful of what his Young Master is up to.)

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[itsbeesknees]

Ode to the Grim Reaper

Terzo x GN!reader

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Summary: Terzo is dead. Atleast.. he should be.

Warnings: MDNI, Angst, death, hurt/comfort, grief and mourning, revived corpses, use of google translated Italian, mentions of gore and blood (beheadings),

Word count: 2.3K

A/N: This is my first time doing an x reader, so don’t mind me testing the waters here,, I apologize if it sounds a little rushed, I wanted to try and keep it short.

Even though there is technically no smut, all my works are 18+ regardless, I do not want any minors interacting with my fics‼️

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Terzo is dead.

Well, he should be dead.

Dead people can not, should not, feel things once they’re gone. Their bodies must remain cold, frigid, and lifeless— becoming nothing more than a shriveled and polar shell of what they once were.

Dead people should also not blink. Yet here lies the deceased, supposedly deceased, third Emeritus brother, nictitating his dried eyes. He blinks again. Because, as it would seem, he does not play the role of a deadman very well. He’s a corpse abiding by his own rules now, curling his toes and sucking in a harrowing breath.

Terzo can’t entirely see yet, all that’s currently lining his peripheral is nothing but a kaleidoscope of dancing black dots and faint popping static. He doesn’t understand where he is, doesn’t quite realize he needs to be a motionless cadaver and not a quivering boy. But his neck burns. It won’t stop burning. A deadman’s neck shouldn’t burn, however the pain is singing Terzo away at the edges anyways, convulsing his nerves like a white hot live wire.

Lethargic and rather sluggish, he flexes his gloved hands as he wakes and settles deep into his weeping bones, palms eagerly sliding off his sternum and stretching outwards, only to be curtly stopped by a gritty glass barrier. The more Terzo’s vision focuses, the quicker he comes face to face with ragged claw marks that scoured each side of the coffin he had been tucked into, much like a porcelain doll propped in a curated case. The top pane of glass was missing, removed for replacement. It’s almost sickening how easily Terzo is able to pull himself up into a proper sitting position because of this, since he hadn’t been as fortunate when he first got shoveled into the casket.

Right. How long ago was that again? How much time had passed since he was lounging around that dingy table, squabbling with his brothers?

His neck continues to burn.

It wasn’t just his neck. The scalding infernal heat ran rivulets around the insides of his throat and melted his vocal chords as well, as if someone had butchered the muscle and sewed it back together with fishing line.

The horrid thought of such a thing has Terzo shooting his fingers up to brush along the cusp of his jaw, before briefly sinking them down to the culprit of his torment with a featherlight caress. The leathers of his glove won’t let him catch onto the cracking textures of his dried, flaked blood that had dribbled out and stained the collar of his chasable, but it snags the ridges of a fresh scar coiling in his skin.

It is then Terzo realizes, mortified, that his head had been severed and reattached.

His hands tremble as he peels back his gloves, wanting desperately to feel the festering wound for himself, without anything else in the way. To make sure that it was in fact real, and he hadn’t just conjured it up in a spat of paranoia in attempts to make sense of this wretched situation. Though, if Terzo was being completely honest with himself, none of this felt real. As far as he could be concerned, it was all some twisted dream. A dark carousel of sweltering nightmares and glass coffins and rancid stenches of death.

The calcine pinching in his throat reminds him not to get too ahead of himself.

Regardless of his fright, stripping away his gloves only seemed to distract him further, all due to the glinting band on his ring finger— A ring. A wedding ring. Which means a spouse. His spouse. His lover and muse. You.

The initial shock of ‘rising from the grave’ recedes like the tide of an unforgiving sea, with bittersweet tendrils of memory beginning to seep and ebb back into the fragments of Terzo’s shattered mind. Of course he remembers you. How could he ever forget?

The thought of you flanked any other pressing matter into the shadows of his closet, because he wasn’t quite ready to come to terms with everything else yet. It was all too much. If he actually accepted it all— the mockery, the failed expectations, the injected needle, the gaping laceration of a decapitation— he may actually just wither away. So, here Terzo’s quandary will rot in the metaphorical wardrobe with all his other skeletons, until he can finally will himself to face the monstrous calamity that was his death.

It took a miracle to puppet his body out of the casket, his joints hissing and protesting from days.. or months, of inexperience. He had to clutch the edges of the hardy table his coffin laid upon for good measure, since he surely would’ve fallen straight to his haunches if he hadn’t. Yet he managed to liberate himself nonetheless.

The room surrounding him was concealed by a tenebrous midnight, dim and sterile, wreathing his cryptic figure in gloomy shadows. Terzo knew this place, he didn’t need night-vision to attain that he was hobbling around the morgue. The lack of light made it much more troublesome to make a break for the door, but it spared his already splintered heart from anymore misery. Because, if the lights had been on, he would’ve seen the bodies of his brothers displayed pristinely in their own polished coffins.

Lucky for him, Terzo supposes, that the door with the wrought iron handle was unlocked. He has to strain his muscles to wrench it open, which is comical, but expected for a reanimated corpse. Entering the hallway was a bit easier, yet he still leans on the walls for support.

Terzo has walked these corridors hundreds, if not thousands of times, but not like this. Never like this.

Everything was still, silent. No deacons or priests walked through foyers, no siblings of sin scuttled around the courtyards— You could blame that on the fact it was nearing one in the morning, and majority of the congregation was tucked securely underneath their crisp cotton sheets and puffy duvets.

Terzo was grateful for the relative solitude, really, because he certainly did not want to risk the chance of running into any members of the Clergy when all he wanted to do is get to you.

It’s childish, how hastily he longs to be with you through all this madness. His own head had gotten chopped off and weaved back on for fuck’s sake, he should be screaming, lunging into hysterics. Those are the proper reactions to grieving an unexpected death, right?

Later, Terzo assures himself, not all too convincingly, there will be time for that later. Preferably when he’s shrouded away from everyone, so no one can witness him crumbling.

Right now all he wants is you. Maybe he was greedy in that way, clinging to the idea of holding you again. Greedy with your affection, hoarding it like a dragon would with its finest treasures. Terzo loved the way you smiled, the sound of your voice, the way you felt, the warmth your company could bring. So much so, that he never wanted to let you go. Yes, the third Emeritus brother was a greedy one. But only because he’d been alone for so long. Terzo could be surrounded by multitudes of idolizing crowds on the daily and still manage to feel achingly lonely.

His loneliness stems from pure selfishness, he thinks, or his self sabotage thinks, since he can’t tell the difference between the two anymore. Terzo’s privileged, he knows this, he’s rich in the ways of friends and he’s never met someone who was poor company. Yet here he is, sequestered and drowning amidst his woes.

You’d probably chide him for his thinking if you were walking beside him right now. Terzo's lips quirk into a wistful smile. You were always good like that, anchoring his feet to the floor when all he wanted to do was let the hate consume him.

There was no use in ever trying to put up a front around you, because you were like a bloodhound that could smell malarkey a mile away. And even if Terzo was incredibly reserved and a tad bit stubborn with his emotions, you were patient. Waiting patiently, listening patiently, and when he’d finally rupture and lament into your open arms, you’d patiently card your fingers through the locks of his raven black hair.

There was a sense of vulnerability between you two, something you witnessed in Terzo that others did not, a sacred secret kept between two lovers. A mutual understanding. He may have been Papa once, but he was yours first.

The ministry is too hollow tonight, too big. A bitter gust of wind whistles through a set of open windows as the plodding corpse treks on, one stinging step after the other. The way to your shared quarters is muscle memory to him, it would be an easy path to tread if it wasn’t for the prickling soreness in his throat and chest.

Eugh, he definitely was a sight for sore eyes.

How would you react to seeing him like this, all things considered? There’s a chance you might scream, maybe even hurl a pillow at him, and Terzo would never hold it against you. He’s fairly terrified of his present state, too. Would you cry? Point a finger at his chest and wail and tell him over and over; ‘I told you so’? You had told him so, after all. You knew something was amiss ever since the Clergy tore Terzo off that stage during his final ballad of Monstrance Clock. You had been skittish and riddled with worry for his well-being, and despite all of Terzo’s consoling— he was fine, everything was going to be fine, mio caro.— you were right.

He imagined you enraged, furious at him, not willing to forgive, never willing to forgive. But you weren’t like that. Perhaps you’d cry, or scream, or throw something at him in a fit of shock, but never act spiteful. The most malicious Terzo had ever experienced you being was in domestic acts of grudgefulness in passing of some fatuous argument; like rolling over in bed and giving him the cold shoulder. Or drowning him out with the vacuum. Once you even went as far as ‘accidentally’ washing his whites with some of your cherry reds. Petty, but not cruel.

How far along were you in your stages of mourning? Were you still waiting for him to return to you? Have you locked yourself into the depths of your shared quarters? Have you shut the world out? Terzo hoped that if you were waiting, he hadn’t made you wait for too long.

He tries to break down the remainder of his journey into smaller, more manageable pieces. He reclines against limestone walls to catch his breath when the pain shocks him too much to bear, and starts again when the image of you enters his mind. He almost sobs at the sight of your door.

Hesitant, Terzo jingles the doorknob once, twice, then throws it open, stepping into the darkened room.

Everything is just as it was since he last occupied the space, however long ago that had been. Wedding pictures still hang pristinely on the walls, his comb is still intact on the surface of the vanity. It all remains hauntingly untouched, all except for the bed.

You stir from under the covers, most likely woken from the noise he made in opening the door, rising and blinking blearily in the direction of where he stood. There you were and here he was.

Terzo finds himself faltering, unsure of how to go about this. What’s the proper etiquette of greeting your lover after being recently deceased?

“Terzo?” You call out, voice faraway and hoarse, wavering at every step he takes towards you. Terzo should not be there. He’s dead, immobile in a glass coffin somewhere. You’re either dreaming or must have finally lost it.

But then he replies, whispering your name and moving closer, and the mattress is suddenly dipping from the weight of him sitting on its borders. For a moment you say nothing and he says nothing, only because he’s reaching out to stroke the skin of your soft cheek. His delicate touch makes you recoil frightfully as if you had been stung by a wasp, since you hadn’t actually been expecting to feel him.

“Is this real?” You breathe, eyes wide and flicking down to gape at the gruesome scar that decorated his neck like some debauched necklace of curdled gore. “Are you real?”

“Yes, amore. I’m real.” It pains him to speak, and Terzo’s larynx is definitely worse for wear, sounding all garbled and warbled. But he needs to talk to you, apologize for anything and everything. He needs you to know how sorry he is, because he failed you. He made all the wrong choices, and look where that ended him. It hurts, he really did try, he tried so hard to play the role, appease the Clergy well enough to leave him and his beloved be, yet he was playing checkers while the world was playing chess. And Terzo was never any good at chess. It wasn’t his fault, but he was too lost to understand that.

“I’m sorry.” He begins, it’s a start. “I’m sorry, mi dispiace tanto.” Then came the tears, dripping and smearing the paints that marred his face. It’s all coming crashing down now, every inhale he takes sounds like agony.

Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me. He wants to say, needs to say, but can’t manage the words.

You take Terzo and ease him into your arms, shakily tucking his face into your shoulder so he can cry freely without anyone else seeing. It was what he always preferred; weeping into shoulders or pillows, hiding from the chance of being caught under a scrutinizing gaze.

Terzo is dead. Was dead. Should still be dead. But he’s not.

So, relieved and confused, but mostly confused, you thread your fingers through his hair. Later, you will talk and ask questions and shed your own tears until sunlight filters through the drapes. But for now, you hug Terzo, your Terzo, and shield him from the world as he wails anew.

—o—

[deepseadozing]

RUNS UP TO YOU

TACKLES YOU

HUGS YOU AGGRESSIVELY

SQUEEZES YOU

LOOK I KNOW WE SQUABBLE A LOT BUT KNOW THAT YOU’RE AMAZING AND I FUCKING LOVE YOU /plat /gen

YOU’RE THE BEST TELLO. THE BEST (current) THEY/SHE I KNOW‼️‼️‼️‼️🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥👊💥💥💥💜💜💜💜

HUH????H<&&HUH??? HUH????HHUH???

THANKS???HI DON??? WOW THANKS UHM

[yes-i-exist-shutup]

😌🦐🔥💥‼️

[aystoria]

Crimson Rivers Chapter 60: To Have Again

My thoughts below the cut with spoilers

I couldn’t tell if the whole thing about Pomona and the explosion last chapter was an exaggeration Snape was told to tell Riddle to get him off their back momentarily

EXCEPT NOW IT IS TRUE AND THE EXPLOSION IS WORRYING

POMONA YOU WERE A REAL ONE !!

JAMESNNO

Dorlene 🫶🥹

“James was—he was closest to the truck, because he stayed back to help everyone crawl out of it.” he’s always trying to help others 😭

Remus really went into the fire, grabbed James like a sack of potatoes, and was like LET’S MOVE

Minerva is like Dorcas’ mum 🥹

Bingley!

Oh he’s precious

MARYLILY MARYLILY MARYLILY

Narcissa hugging Sirius??? Hello??

Regulus thinks they’re dead 😭😭 that poor boy

Oh Sirius doesn’t know Ted is dead 😭😭😭

WHAT IS UP WITH ALL THESE PEOPLE HAVING THE EQUIVALENT OF JAMES’ KNIFE KINK

This immunity thing is giving maze runner again

Not the lovers squabble in front of Albus

REMUS AND SIRIUS ARE THE IMMUNIZATIONS!!

Sirius, a master manipulator, is not about to let manipulation slide ‼️

At this point Albus must be like “these damn people and their deals”

“Regulus always seems to seek out trees when he's troubled” Regulus.. ☹️

HE CLIMBED HE CLIMBED HE CLIMBED

Aberforth is like I don’t get paid enough for this shit

I love the Aberforth and Regulus dynamic we’ve created

“those he incapacitated” REGGIE???

“Where’s his glasses” REGULUS IM CRYING

I AM HURT

IN EMOTIONAL PAIN

EFFIE AND MONTY 😭😭😭😭😭😭

“Regulus and James are more alike than people realize, even in all their many differences. It's a beautiful thing to have, and Euphemia knows because she was fortunate enough to find that in Fleamont.” 🥹🥹

The Potter family means so so much to me

THE BLACK BROTHERS 😭😭

The role reversal that Effie was talking about oh I am in SHAMBLES 😭😭

“Me and you” SHUT UPPP (lovingly, adoringly)

He’s back to being lovingly mean 🥰🥰

Regulus “little shit” Black 🥰🥰

“Always brothers” I AM CRYING AGAIN

[heartvisor]

a few additions from last year (set post s2/s3)

nokonoshima international film festival 2022 5/27/2022 - when rookie and great-2 get into a rare squabble, the usually near-invincible ohgaman seemingly gets captured? a fatherly ploy to get two young heroes to be more honest with each other. featured villains are yabai kamen and nectaris.

qsai presents at island eye asobu fes 8/21/2022 - even the secret society of darkness will play when at asobu fes! a ceasefire for the day allows heroes and villains alike to have carefree fun together, but it seems yabai kamen is still up to something... ensemble dogengers cast (including binchofire) along with yabai kamen, shuraomaru, and maidbutler as villains.

kashii shrine autumn ujiko dediction grand festival 10/16/2022 - great-2 gets caught up in a secret society of darkness plot and finds himself involuntarily compelled to say what's really on his mind. with his secret on the line, it's up to his fellow confidant to the rescue! a mako and great-2 focused show, with ohgaman and shuraomaru.

dogengers in nagoshima, with suggee project‼️ a series of shows performed at venues in kagoshima, and thus in collaboration with koujin senshi ex's founding organization, suggee project.

"y&m mansion presents" at amu plaza kagoshima 2/26-27/2022 - the secret society of darkness has made a business trip to kagoshima to advance plans of world domination, but things seem to be complicated with heroes afoot. or not? yabai kamen comes up with a strange gadget that might turn things around. (japanese subtitles available)

centerrace tenmonkan's centerrace square 6/12/2022 - when yabai kamen plans to ambush rookie while he's busy with conducting a medical education workshop, it's up to ex to keep his friend safe from sabotage. features a rare hero show appearance from uzagi. (japanese subtitles available)

centerrace tenmonkan's centerrace square 10/8/2022 - "karramy, you're incredible, you know!" ex's kind words of encouragement reach a troubled company combatant. when yabai kamen takes advantage of that same kindness, what will become of this fledgeling friendship? featuring mako and great-2 as fellow hero cast.

since i've been watching them lately, here's a tiny listing of dogengers stage shows (set within the show continuity, untranslated)

(descriptions are ultimately nonrepresentative since i don't know japanese. corrections are very welcome!!)

general exhibition center kbc my home exhibition (kurume venue) 10/10/2021 - great-2 is workshopping his fighting with "shishou" heroes yamashiron and fukuokalibur. featured villain is nectaris.

general exhibition center kbc my home exhibition (fukuoka central venue) 10/10/2021 - rookie gets shot with a gun that makes him say the opposite of what he means (?) and gets into a misunderstanding with ohgaman ("in all the world, you're the person i hate the most!!"). featured villain is yabai kamen.

general exhibition center kbc my home exhibition (fukutsu venue) 10/10/2021 - while kitaqmetal and kitaqman are having a disagreement, the lone younger brother gets hit by a technique that allows shuraomaru to puppet his body. footage is unfocused :(

kashii kaen 6/21/2020 - the dogengers support rookie through rehearsing for a hero show and he reconfirms his feelings of justice. i don't understand the gist of it, but i-doll is here (?) for a bit. featured villains are yabai kamen, shuraomaru, and i-doll (gallia and gulf make a minor appearance).

"pizza cooc presents" at kashii kaen 5/4/2021 - since great-z has captured yabai kamen, the dogengers are worried about what to do at their hero shows. great-z crashes the event with a cg yabai kamen, but then, the real thing shows up!

kashii kaen 10/31/2021 - a holiday special! rookie surprises everyone with his halloween costume, but then yabai kamen takes advantage of the festivities to infiltrate the dogengers. features a maidbutler-rookie team-up! (japanese subtitles available)

fukuoka international center 5/22/2021 - set during the events of season 2, shaberryman wants to do something about the dogengers interrupting the great-z show production, but gets roped into rookie and the others' planning for ohgaman's birthday party. appearances from helmetless kitaqman, riku as great-z, and maidbutler. (japanese subtitles available)

hakata minato summer festival at marine messe fukuoka 7/22/2021 - following the final battle of season 2, ohgaman suddenly comes up with an idea to swap everyone's buddies for the day. featuring the following duos: rookie and great-2, ohgaman and yamashiron, and fukuokalibur and el-brave. featured villains are yabai kamen and nectaris. (japanese subtitles available)

"end of gomentaiko" at kashii kaen 7/25/2021 - when yabai kamen brings up something about idols, rookie ends up recounting the experience of the short-lived idol group "DGN48" to great-2. features the vitally important yabai kamen and shaberryman "now, pose!!" scene. video has some audio fuzz :( (alternate upload, japanese subtitles available)

"pizza cooc presents" at kashii kaen 6/27/2021 - after the events of season 2, great-2 is working hard as a hero alongside the dogengers, but he's a little unsure of what exactly his place is among them... features yabai kamen, maidbutler, shuraomaru, and a special appearance from great-z.

[nagipops]

hii!! could you please do fluffy/general relationship headcanons with angel devil i love that mf so much 😩‼️

FLUFF HEADCANONS!

FEATURING: angel devil!

WARNINGS: mentions of food

lazzzyyyyyy cuddles. lazy cuddles all day, all night, all week, 24/7

and this man does NOT GET UP once he slips sneakily into your arms

down for any cuddle position though, but the classic spooning is his all-time favorite

he’s the little spoon of course, he just adores the feeling of your arms wrapped protectively around the center of his torso, it makes him feel so warm and safe

i feel like when you’re nagging him to do something, like to get up and fold the laundry or do the dishes, he’d totally just start recording you with his phone 😭

idk why he’d just whip out the camera app and start recording you with a playful smile on his face

but then you start to tickle him and you just signed a death warrant with the devil because angel is SO. TICKLISH.

literally just poke him anywhere and he’ll be throwing a fit in the blink of an eye, giggling and frantically swatting you away

that’s definitely his punishment for recording you, but he can’t say he’s learned his lesson because this entire squabble happens at least once a day

going back to how he’s ticklish though, this means that he has extremely sensitive skin

like very, very sensitive skin

which means that your kisses, even the slightest brush of your lips, are the equivalent of strums of a blissful harp in heaven for this angel bby

like kiss him anywhere, whether it’s just a tiny peck or a full blown makeout session, he’s going to let out soft whimpers all the while

i feel like he really likes when you kiss his arms; normally this would be a boring place to kiss, but the delicate nerves along his shoulders all the way down to his wrists long for your soft, gentle kisses

but if just kissing his arms makes him feel this good, just imagine what happens when you kiss his neck

he absolutely loses it

every move of your lips, every swirl of your tongue, it’s amplified like a speaker on full blast

he craves it. so so so badly

anyways, angel devil loves cradling your hand in his, in public or in private

he has a fascination with your hands, their size, their smoothness, their shape

he just thinks they’re so pretty, and perfect, and all his

he also thinks they’re incredibly good for holding three cones of ice cream, and you are now legally obligated to do so :3

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