#and its not that badd??

[seagiri]

courthouse stroll [?]

[kaizokuan]

this catepillar of a brother

[koobiie]

some doodles to commemorate me finishing the aai collection!

[luckyartdrawer]

Weheheh I adore this psycho he needs soooo much help

Too bad no therapist could ever fix him. Baddie too lost in the sauce. (His mission)

I go crazy at the sight of him SOBBBBBBB... OFF my beloved...

Batter Sun belongs to @monsteractiasluna 's OFF au. Hehe I am telling you he has infested my brain again.

[bununiii]

sgt duffy has been in high demand so here’s the special boy (and kieran ig …..) they were army boys together ❤️❤️❤️ (sorry this got deleted a sec ago LOL)

[ozerashome]

I'm going feral thinking about the bad kids with the "I met my younger self for coffee" poem

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Adaine

I met my youngerself for coffee today.

I showed up 30 minutes early, and she was already there, picking at her nails.

I ordered for both of us, drinks and desserts even though she tried to insist she was fine with water.

I let her hold Boggy. She couldn't meet my eyes when she told me she was rejected from Hudol this week.

Her eyes sparkled when I told her about our friends. She was eager to wear my jacket- I didn't comment on how frail she looked in it.

She complained about her dad. I told her that he's not a problem anymore and that our sister likes us now. She couldn't believe I was happy about that.

Before she left, I made sure to tell her how to make a proper fist. I won't see her again, but I know she'll do alright.

Fabian

I met my younger self for coffee today.

I waited around the corner and after he ordered his drink I pulled around with the hangman. He immediately challenged me to a fight, and of course I won.

He noticed the eyepatch, but when he realised whose it was, he didnt ask how I got it. We had an arm wrestling match while we waited for our food. The hangman started crying over seeing the younger me, I had to remind him to chill.

Little me asked of our triumphs and I told him we're regularly slaying dragons, demons and getting our kisses in.

Before he leaves I warn him to take cardio more seriously. He stares in horror as I tell him about Chungle Down Bim.

"HE WANTS TO SHIT IN MY MOUTH"

"WELL YOU BESTED HIM RIGHT???"

"NO, HE'S STILL HUNTING US"

Fig

I was supposed to meet up with my younger self for coffee today.

I showed up 30 minutes early, to scope the place out. I chose the best table and strummed a few notes on my guitar while I waited for her to show up. I was going to tell her about Ayda so we can find her sooner. I'll also tell her to trust her hunch about creep teachers.

She showed up 15 minutes later. Hair curled and dressed in her favorite outfit. She brought a backpack with her, she doesn't want to run late to cheer practice after.

Her horns still haven't grown in.

She still only has 1 dad and she hasn't kissed older men- trying to feel any kind of love.

She doesn't look like her mother's mistakes yet.

I don't call her over. She doesn't recognize me and waits, tapping her foot with excitment.

I leave without waiting to see her dissapointment. She wouldn't understand my happiness.

She can stay oblivious a little while longer.

Other ramblings:

Kristen avoiding topics of family, mostly just nodding along to her younger self ramble praise for Sol. Her younger self notices her staff is different and Kristen casually drops that they're creating Gods now. Advising herself to get better shoes, maybe start doing some basic coordination excersises- her younger self clearly doesnt listen.

Alternate quip to young kristen noticing the different staff.

"But like... why though? I'm Sol's choosen prophet and I'm questioning him?"

"That's not the only thing you're going to question"

Riz meeting with his younger self, just as exhausted but a little more reckless. They both order an unholy concotion of caffine overload. Young Riz is still mourning the loss of his father, and Riz has to kill the urge to tell him everything. He drops a few hints, maybe his younger self can find the secret room faster. Young riz asks if the business cards work, Riz is glad to report they did, and they've even got the honor of being a shrimp king and The Ball.

(Edit; I FORGOT GORGUG)

[returntosunder]

Heard it was a certain Skeletons birthday! 🥳

Wanted to show a side by side of my first ever Sans drawing (2015) and my newest drawing (2025) for the occasion

I used it as a base for the newer drawing

[shadebloopnik]

Unrequited/One-sided Radioapple but it isn't treated like an angsty end of the world thing.

Imagine they slowly get closer after all the banters, and eventually becoming close friends. Lucifer ends up catching feelings for him, and after a long while, decides to confess and ask Alastor if he felt the same.

Alastor admittedly does not feel the same.

He's getting uncomfortable, struggling to keep his composure because he's DONE this before. He KNOWS how this ends. He remembers Vox and all his insistent declarations of affection and desperate pleas for Alastor to reciprocate; the possessive entitlement. He remembers how all those sickly sweet words morphed into something venomous when he didn't give the lowlife what he wanted. He remembers the anger, the ridiculous notion that it was Alastor's fault why he was so mad, that Alastor led him on and that he obviously deserved something in payment for it all-

So yes, Alastor knows how this ends.

It doesn't mean he isn't disappointed though, because he actually LIKES Lucifer, far more than he ever did Vox. Perhaps not in the way the king might have wanted, but he did. He treasured their little talks, their drinking sessions, their shared love for their instruments, Lucifers singing, their little duets, the banter, the playful jabs, the sparring.

He'd even slowly grown accustomed to the other's touches, not feeling the same surge of disgust and discomfort whenever the shorter man would grab at his arm in excitement, forgetting his usual thoughtfulness of Alastor's touch aversion for the short moment of whatever distracted him. Alastor even enjoyed it at times, relaxing at the feel of soft feathers beneath his claws, or the sensation of gentle scratches against his ears.

Difficult as it was to admit, Alastor had grown to care for the angel, the same way he had for Rosie orv Mimzy.

But no matter how fond Alastor was of Lucifer, it didn't change the fact that he didn't feel the same way romantically, or even sexually. No way in the 7 rings of Hell was he going to lie to Lucifer about either, not going to even entertain the idea of pretending he reciprocated for Lucifer's sake. He respected his friend too much for that.

So a clear, direct rejection it is. It was a shame, but nothing could be done. He said his piece concisely, and waited, shoulders set, back straight, smile and eyes a careful blank canvas as he prepared for the inevitable.

Lucifer nodded, a normal soft smile still in place, "Thank you for your answer, it means a lot."

Which......what? Alastor expected an outburst, or at the very least sharp words.

What he did NOT expect was....acceptance? And not just that but, a happy one? Contentment?????

"You're....alright with that?", he had to ask, he had to. Lucifer was clearly just very good at masking his upset.

But the damn angel just smiled?? And it didn't even look fake, just as bright and soft as his normal smiles, albeit a little confused?? Lucifer smiled at him, his brows furrowing in a bit of confused disbelief, as though Alastor is being the weird one here.

"Uhh, yeah??? Why wouldn't I be??? Yeah I may have some feelings for you but its not like you're obligated to feel the same. Above anything else, we're friends first and foremost and i'm alright with that..."

Then he seemed to have reached his own little conclusion as his words trailed off, because suddenly Lucifer's eyes widened in realization of something, and his words picking up with a sense of panicked urgency.

Alastor would really like to know what Lucifer's supposed realization was about himself because he had absolutely no clue.

"I mean, we ARE still friends right?? I don't- I- I hope this doesn't like- change your opinion of me. You're not- oh gosh I'm not making you uncomfortable am I? I- I won't mention it! You can even forget this whole confession ever happened! We can just go on as before! I don't feel any different or would act any different! Honest! I mean, I don't regret confessing because you deserve to know and I'm not ashamed of my feelings, but I don't want you to be uncomfortable! It doesn't change the way i'll treat you! Or change any aspect of our relationship! I don't even think I like you more as a lover than as a friend! I really, really do love our friendship, it matters more to me than any thoughts of being in a romantic relationship with you! So please just forget it all-"

Alastor let the word vomit wash over him, every word leaving him more confused by the minute.

Because yes, there's the desperation he expected, but...it was more about, convincing Alastor to remain friends?? Reassuring Alastor that nothing has to change?? That their friendship is the most important thing here??

(If anyone asks, no Alastor's heart didn't swell. Only lesser beings would have had the urge to cry, and Alastor is anything but.)

Lucifer is unknowingly reassuring Alastor of every single one of his insecurities about the situation. Because Alastor DID want to remain friends, he cared too much about the man to let it go so easily. It was rare to find people who treasure friendships above romantic relationships.

"I don't tend to forget easily, nor will I forget this one in particular.", he spoke, finally finding his voice. At Lucifer's defeated, pained expression( is their friendship really that important to him?), he continued. "But....yes. I'd like that.. To remain...friends."

He didn't often say the word out loud, being comfortable enough with each other that it need not be reassured with the label. But with Lucifer brightening up like his namesake, relief and happiness palpable, Alastor felt no qualms at declaring their friendship out loud.

So life went on as usual. True to his word, Lucifer remained basically the same. The following weeks were a bit stilted for Alastor, as he put some rather painful distance between him and the angel; limiting their interactions, their usual touches.

Anytime now, Lucifer would break and show his true colors, Alastor would think, waiting for the boot to drop. Lucifer would end up angry, and dissatisfied, and that was that.

But it never happened. Lucifer never expressed discomfort when Alastor avoided him, seeming to be understanding of the others need for space. He was just as affectionate as before, though initially a bit held back, as though gauging Alastor's comfort.

Months would pass, and the king never faltered. Their friendship remained strong, if not growing ever closer than before. Alastor found himself even growing more comfortable with the man. Affectionate touches were becoming common, hugs and head pats and cuddles being a welcome thing, with the reassurance that the shorter king would never disrespect his boundaries.

Lucifer seemed genuinely happy about it, despite being clearly told that none of Alastor's actions hinted at anything romantic. In fact, he seemed ecstatic that Alastor was getting more affectionate towards him as a friend. The embarrassment the radio demon felt at having Lucifer basically tear up (no really, he was crying so hard, full on drama sobbing) with joy in front of him was intertwined with the sheer incredulous fondness he felt for the man at that moment.

They were sitting at a couch one night, more than a year passing since that confession. Lucifer was leaning back, resting against the cushions, while Alastor had his head on the smaller one's shoulder, nuzzling at the crook of his neck, legs tucked close to his body. Both had a book in hand, two nearly empty cups of tea on the table in front of them. Every so often, Lucifer would flex his fingers that rested on Alastor's head, running a digit against the other's ear, often prompting the demon to lean into the touch. White wings enveloped the two, blanketing them against the chill of the night.

As Alastor turned the page of his own book, relaxing into the touch of his dearest friend, he wondered how he ever got so lucky in hell.

[fairie-bread]

a few quick n sketchy sincaraz studies i'm too embarrassed to post on main 😵‍💫

[daftpatience]

what animation softwear is everyone using now for like the fun memes. please dont say its blender i cant get the grease pencil to stop being gray

[waterbottlqueen]

"you big into lazytown" dont even joke lad

[maeaea]

my beautiful girlfriend

text ID for second pic if my hand writing’s too illegible,, : “ let’s take ibuprofen together :) ”

[jameskinniesrise]

@jegulus-microfic | april 29 | prompt: fixate | words: 237

Remus couldn't understand why James had suddenly become so fixated on books. He was in and out of the bookstore almost every day. It first started on Lily's birthday. James had forgotten to buy her a gift and just went to a random bookstore near her house. Since then, Remus has noticed James buying a new book every week. James hated reading, so why would he go to a bookstore so often?

James was late for his shift again, so Remus decided to text him. Then he realised he could see James' location on Snapchat. Sirius had forced Remus to download it, but it had one good use. He could track Sirius and James.

Upon checking James' location, he realised that James was at that bookstore. Again. Remus decided to go to this bookstore himself. What was so great about it?

Remus reached the bookstore and peeked through the window, and there was James, chatting with the cashier. The cashier had short black hair and grey eyes, kind of like Sirius'. He smirked at something James had said. Remus then realised what was going on. James fancied the cashier. No wonder he's been emptying his wallet on books for the last three weeks.

Just as Remus was about to leave, he noticed James lean in for a kiss. He sighed with a smile and walked back to his car. James probably wasn't going to make his shift that evening.

[miroh4]

(reupload) drew these ones while we were playing investigations 2 with friends!

full canvas under the cut!

[superchat]

can you please fucking help me

[kandidandi]

Did someone write a fic for the Your Stupid Face au comic? I tried to find it on ao3, but nothing came up.

no, its my au and ive only made a comic of it (masterlist), so sorry!

my friend @muzzlemouths did write a drabble of it though!

you can find additional stuff in the ysf tag on my blog if u didnt already know ^^