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[yuikomorii]

// Satoi changed Ayato’s design here because she knew he’d be too powerful. (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

The way he rests his head on his hand, that dreamy expression… If he looked at me like that, I’d instantly ask: “AYATO SAKAMAKI, WHAT ARE WE?”

[twst-drabbles]

If the Time Traveling Janitor ever casually dropped to Sebek that "I made out with your grandpa once," how badly would he react?

I think he'd straight up go catatonic for a bit. At first was about to go on a tirade as he usually does for disrespectful humans, but then all the stories told to him by both Lilia and his grandpa start to pop up, and his own past thoughts start to filter through, about how "Huh, this human has the same name as the one in the stories I've been told about," but never thinks deeper on that, alongside the fact that no one really believes the Janitor time traveled and just chalked it all up to luck or some other means, or just straight up forget that they mentioned time traveling because who would believe that from the mouth of a magicless human?

Anyway, all this to say that Sebek would connect the strings(that were always connected because night raven college typical arrogance blinds people) and he'd shut down because he fully believes them.

And now he'll be haunted by the image that his grandpa willingly locked lips with the college janitor next to him.

[xmalereader]

ARCANE SEASON 2 SPOILERS!!

Jesus Viktor was not on my bingo card

BUT I WILL PROTECT THIS MAN FOREVER!! 😤

[barclaysangel]

LUNA LOOK WHAT YOUR BOY IS DOING 😆😆😆

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

HOLY SHIT

AHHHHHHHHHHH

I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMGOGMOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOOMGOMG

[dailygallavich]

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[accoffee7]

The Administrator.

This is a redraw. Two years between each painting. Wild

[reasonsforhope]

So. No matter what happens, I'll still be here making daily good news posts. Once the final results are called I'll stop with the election psas completely and go back to doing what I'm here to do. No more PSAs and no bad news.

This fucking sucks. But no matter what, there are people doing good in the world. There are people making progress. There are people who care so much.

If you can't hold onto hope, I don't blame you. And I'll still be here to keep putting little pieces of it in front of you.

The US isn't the center of the world, however outsized and violent its power may be. There are other countries and there are people within this country who are doing good, important things. So, I'll get a lot more international for a while, I suppose.

One foot in front of the other.

Keep living. No matter what.

[tf2weirdos]

[flapdoodlez]

prints I recently drew for the Team Fortress 2 voice cast :D you can get em signed by the voice actors here

[spnficrecfest]

welcome to the supernatural rec fest!

for a whole month (and beyond?) i want to encourage everyone to praise and celebrate all the works and authors they’ve enjoyed, neatly separated into prompts open to interpretation 💛

to participate: when publishing your recs as a tumblr post, mention @spnficrecfest and tag the post with #spnficrecfest so i can reblog it.

you can also request recs! send me an ask with what you're looking for, and someone out there might have a few recs ready for you later. be as vague or specific as you like.

info:

all pairings and gen fics are welcome during the entire event.

you can include as few or as many recs per post as you want.

there are no limitations — just make sure to mention major warnings (mcd, non-con, underage) in your recs.

schedule and suggestions | guides and faq

happy rereading and compiling 🧡

[lorenzonuti]

Tolerance threshold.

[yuikomorii]

Are you Heeseung biased? 💅

// Sunghoon is actually my bias, but it’s definitely hard to pick one. Everyone from Enhypen is just sooo charming! 😳

[twst-drabbles]

would Sebek's grandpa go catatonic seeing janitor in the modern day?

Hahaha I'd imagine that Baul has made his peace and fully accepted that he's never going to meet the Janitor again, so when he does see them again, he thinks they're simply a descendant of that human he has shared tender moments with, so he isn't outright judgmental of his grandson's human friend from college. Who's also a staff member and has not one lick of magic. But also, he's made it pretty clear to his family about his distaste for humans, so he has to keep his regular prickly composure of just, not verbally engaging with the Janitor.

But it obviously doesn't escape his family's eyes that his ears twitch every time the Janitor's voice can be heard nearby. And even bites a chuckle back into his throat when they say something snippy or funny.

Either way, something is clearly nagging at Baul, because the amount of similarities between his first human love and this Janitor just start cropping up and it bothers him. Are they mocking him? Is he a part of some cosmic joke that he's unaware of?

Yeah that Janitor isn't hiding anything, but they're also not outright saying anything because they just want to see how long it will take for Baul to connect the dots.

And when he does connect the dots, it's in the middle of a family dinner, probably something the Janitor says to Sebek and everything just clicked in Baul. Only then does he go catatonic, and he has to be helped to bed like he's aged another 500 years.

Janitor is having the time of their life. Baul is still so fun to mess with.

He will recover quicker than Sebek. Probably thirty minutes later and a talk must be had. Privately.

"So, does Sebek know that his grandpa's a hypocrite?"

"...I--"

"You sure taught him to be judgemental to humans, for someone that once so eagerly loved having my tongue in your mou--"

"MM-HM! ...you're right. I am, in fact, a hypocrite. A hypocrite that loved a human. A hypocrite that grew to resent humans, and even let those feelings taint those once soft memories he held so dear. Memories that regained their luster when his daughter nearly bit his head off for even suggesting her human husband wasn't worthy of her. And this hypocrite, standing before you with evidence of his mistakes still echoing in his bloodline, missed you all the same."

"...haha, glad to see you're living well enough to reflect on yourself like this. You have a beautiful family. Though, are you ever going to tell them that you once made out with human multiple ti--"

"I beg of you, have mercy on me."

[midnight-hotel]

Missing (Alastor x Reader)

My first fic in 4+ years, please go easy on me. This story occurs during and after the final episode of season one. Enjoy and feel free to give feedback!

Coughs racked your body as you struggled to take in a breath of dust polluted air. Pain shot through your undoubtedly broken ribs and back with every cough, blood splattering across your bottom lip and tongue, amplifying the smell of iron in the air. Wrapping an arm around yourself, you stared up at the executioner who was quickly approaching with their broken spear. 

‘Shit- I might actually die here…’ 

They lunged, ready to plunge their holy weapon through your skull. You tried, with all your might, to push off the wall and away from death’s path, failing to notice that it wouldn’t have come to begin with. The next time you looked back at the angel, they were on the ground, covered in their alarmingly golden blood, several holes littering their body. 

Looking around, alarmed, you realised that you had been saved, but by who? Your eyes briefly met with Angel Dust’s, and in that moment, you knew your saviour. With no time to show your gratitude, you spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground and stood, grabbing the angel’s broken weapon to take as your own. If Alastor’s shield could fail, then there was no way you could take a moment to stop and breathe, everyone needed you to keep fighting, as much as you needed them to as well. You could only hope they were all okay. 

It seemed like there was no end to the onslaught of angels. They just kept coming out of that damned doorway into heaven. You were growing tired, injuries burning and only getting worse, but stopping now would only lead to your death and possibly the death of others. Stabbing another Angel through the chest, you kicked their body away, stealing their intact spear to replace the broken one you had left in the corpse. That’s when you heard more commotion from behind and then an irritatingly familiar voice. Turning, you understood why everything had kicked up a gear.

Adam was still alive? But that could only mean…

“Alastor!” His name tore up your throat as you quickly looked up towards the roof of the hotel. Shit- he couldn’t be… but would he have really allowed Adam to get away and rejoin the fight? 

Dropping the spear in your hands, you ran for the hotel, barging in through the doors and rushing up the stairs. You needed to get to him. He couldn’t be dead. 

Third floor.

The whole building began to shake as you reached the third floor. Looking down the stairwell, just barely able to see through the dust, you could make out Dazzle and… was that Vaggie? You contemplated jumping down to help- Dazzle was clearly not about to get up but… you needed to get to Alastor. Vaggie would be fine. So, you continued running up the stairs- cursing yourself for not being in better shape.

Sixth Floor.

The building shook again. ‘Shit- I don’t know if I’m going to make it up there.’ It sounded like the fight had made it to the top of the hotel already. Based on the rubble constantly falling overhead and how the place was quickly falling apart.

Seventh Floor. 

There was a bright light- a flash really- and you think you heard screaming? Fuck it, there had been non stop screaming for the past hour, what was one more? Your vision had hardly cleared from the flashbang when the whole building started to come down. Dropping to the ground, you tucked yourself into a corner, hoping that there was enough structural strength in that section of the building to prevent you from being crushed. The last thing you could recall was the feeling of something falling on top.

Who knows how much time had passed before you were being pulled from the rubble. There was too much going on- too many people talking at once, too many people hovering… you reached out, swatting away the faces that were too close. 

“Alastor… where’s Alastor?” you croaked, trying to push yourself up into a seated position. Your beaten body screamed at you- begging for you to just lay there and rest, but you needed to know if he was okay- needed to know where he was. 

Multiple hands helped you up, but you took no notice of who it was. From who you could see, the makeshift army hadn’t lost too many numbers but everyone was about as fucked up as you were. 

“We… don’t know…” You turned your head to Charlie who looked as if she had been crying. Of course she had… out of everyone, losing anyone would have hit her the hardest. Your heart sank. No one had seen him? Looking around at the others- even Husk shook his head, almost looking worried, before he spoke up. 

“He’s not dead. Not yet anyway. That asshole’s probably hiding away somewhere, butt hurt that he lost to an angel,” he grunted out, subconsciously bringing a hand to his throat. Of course Husk would know if Alastor was gone… he’s bound to him after all. 

“He could be buried under there though- we need to search. He could be dying in there,” You tried to argue, standing only to stumble back into what used to be the hotel. 

Angel Dust grabbed you by the wrist to stop you, pulling you back. “Easy there Doll Face. We’ll find him or he’ll show up. You’re in no state to go digging through what’s left right now.”

It wasn’t fair. How could everyone walk away from the disaster that was once their home while there were still people missing?

That was three weeks ago. As you laid in bed, in a room provided by Lucifer himself to those who had nowhere else to go, you stared up at the ceiling, thinking the last few weeks over. Everyone’s injuries had been healing pretty well, though yours were a tad worse since you had the building come down on top of you. There was a lot of talk about rebuilding the hotel. Plans had been drawn up and Charlie and Lucifer had teamed up to clear the rubble from the original hotel so that everyone could start building fresh when the time was right. 

There was also a lot of talk on what to do about the lost lives. Memorials were being planned out, names of the fallen cannibals taken down in order to properly remember those who sacrificed themselves for the cause, a painting for Pentious and even a statue of some kind. You hadn’t really been listening to that part. You hadn’t listened to much at all really, either constantly lost in thought or bed bound by your injuries. You were getting pretty sick of not being present, physically and mentally.

As you closed your eyes to sleep, something inside the room moved. Eyes snapping back open, you quickly looked to where you saw the movement, just barely catching the tail end of a shadow disappearing from outside your door. Climbing out of bed, you pulled a robe over your bandaged body and quickly exited the room, looking around for whatever it was that you had just seen. There was no one in sight. All the other occupied rooms in the hallway had their doors closed and lights off, so you doubted it was one of them. Right as you were about to head back into the room, you saw it again, rushing around a corner.

Quickly you ran after it, hoping that by the time you reached the corner, it wouldn’t have disappeared. Injuries, mostly healed but still tender, began to ache from the sudden strain as you tried to keep up with the shadow that passed through another door. 

Before you could open it and continue your pursuit, you had to stop and catch your breath. Healing ribs ached and your once punctured lung protested with every deep breath taken. Sucking in one more deep breath, you pushed yourself to open the door, leading out into the courtyard. Pretty big place for just one person to be living in most of the time, but this is the home of the king of hell himself, so you supposed it was fitting.

Subconsciously holding your ribs, you looked around for the shadowy figure again, but in the dark, there was no way you would be able to see it so easily. Without really realising it, you had walked further into the courtyard, admiring the garden in the small amount of light that was available. ‘Lots of roses… surprised there isn’t an apple tree or something.’

“They are quite beautiful aren’t they?” A voice suddenly spoke up, making you jump. Whipping around, wincing as your bruises and stitches stretched, you eyed off the culprit.

“Of course, I much prefer Nerium over roses.”

“Alastor…” Standing before you was the man who had made this last week a living hell. Did he not realise how much sleep you had lost, not knowing if he was okay? How worried you had been? 

“Only because they’re toxic you freak…” you retorted softly, not even sure if he had heard it as you slowly approached him.

“I had a feeling it was your shadow I had seen… You’re the only sonofabitch I know who can do that.”

Stopping just short of the man, you stared up at him with tired eyes. He looked down at you, that stupid grin on his face, like it always was. 

“Now Darling, must you use such language during our happy reunion? Aren’t you happy to see me?” He mocked, before you weakly punched him in the chest.

You hadn’t even realised it but you had started crying sometime after seeing him standing there. “You asshole… Don’t you know how fucking worried I was about you? Where have you been?” You hit him again, hardly bothering him by the looks of it, as he hardly flinched with every hit. He was a lot stronger than you were… but you supposed you didn’t really want to hurt him.

“Why couldn’t you have at least told us you were okay? Why didn’t you show yourself? I was scared you were dying under the hotel or something- after losing Pentious- I don’t know what we would have done if we found you dead as well.”

A hand dropped onto the top of your head, silencing you and you stopped hitting him, dropping your arms and instead, falling forward to rest your head on his chest.

“I apologise for causing you such grief my dear. I must be honest, I had some loose ends I needed to tie off before I could return. If I had been able to inform you of my whereabouts, I would have,” Alastor remarked, a familiar, almost comforting radio static coating every word. 

“Everything is okay now though isn’t it? We’re all alive and we can start rebuilding the hotel much faster now that I’m back! Though I must say, I am honoured that you care so much!”

You shut your eyes, concentrating on the hand that was gently petting your head before pulling back. “You’re a liar. You got hurt. You can fool everyone else as much as you want Al… but you can’t fool me that easily. I’ve known you far too long for that. You got hurt and you should have come to me. Hell, I was coming after you- to help you and I got crushed because of it!” You didn’t mean to raise your voice, or blame him for the building falling on top of you, it just happened. You wiped your tears away with the back of your hand and watched as his gaze softened a little while his smile remained. 

“You said it yourself (Y/N), you’ve known me too long, to think I didn’t get away. But, if it’s all the same, I apologise. I truly never meant to frighten you.” Alastor cupped your cheek, gently guiding you to meet his red gaze. “I promise, from now on, I will assure you I am okay before running anymore of my long term errands. Okay?”

Anyone could tell he was still hiding things from you, but what more could you do? You knew him well, but you didn’t think anyone truly knew what was going on inside of Alastors mind other than Alastor himself. 

“Okay…”

“Wonderful Darling. Come now, I do believe we should be getting you back to bed. Those wounds aren’t going to finish healing if you keep running around like a headless chicken.” Spinning you around, he set a hand onto your lower back and started heading you back to your room so that you could get some rest. Typical Alastor… always quick to disturb and dismiss… but at least he was okay. You felt like, as long as he was okay, maybe you could be okay as well.

[barclaysangel]

It’s Andy’s birthday!

Give this man all the love he deserves to make up for the trauma he experienced decades ago! <3

[yandere-sins]

Yan-Poll #6

Your yan has been acting strange for a while now.

Well, they were always strange but they became irretable and barely even look at you anymore. Now they constantly lock you into the bedroom and sometimes don‘t even bring you food or water for over a day. It‘s been almost a week of this weird torture where they seem to try to avoid you even though they kidnapped you in the first place! So you decide to be bold.

The next time the yan seems to remember you exist, you grab onto their leg and force them to stay; demanding to know what is going on! But all they do is stutter and grow bright red, trying desperately to get away from you again.

You hold onto them firmly until they suddenly snap. Before you know it, you are pinned to the floor the yan hovering above you, breathing heavily when they reveal the truth to you: They are in a heat/rut.

You didn‘t know human could have something like that, but it turns out shifters live secretly amongst your kind. It‘s a lot to take in but through gritted teeth the yan reveals even more: They don‘t know how long this situation will continue. Against all odds they wanted to save you from the agony of mating with them, where they‘ll lose total control and act like a beast or worse.

However, denying their heat/rut results in them sleeping a lot and being too busy taking care of themselves so that their thoughts are - regrettably - not on you. They’ll keep sleeping and trying to soothe themselves without your help, the heat/rut only increasing the longer they are denied. You’ll be an afterthought as they battle their feelings.

They hate it, but they know that if you give them the go, they would not be able to turn back anymore to the restraints they put on themselves. It might sound like fun at first, but by the time they are done with you, you yan assures you that you might never be the same mentally and physically again. Waiting it out might take a whole month and as adorable as your rebellios nature is, they will not permit you to take care of yourself, lest they might attack you or lose themselves, seeing you around the home in their delirium.

You think about what you‘ll do, feeling the crushing weight on your wrists increasing as the yan pressures you to decide quickly.

(Reasoning and discussions welcome! ♥)