#angie’s lil corner

[stormbreaker-290]

Little guys :D

OUAUA

UHAGGSHS

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LIDDLE GUYS!!!!!!!!!

I M GONNA CRYUR THEYR SO CUTE MSHSJDG

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*MELTS*

[punkshort]

I don’t know if this is an annoying request but is there any way to get a Drabble of when reader had gotten jealous (in the past before the accident) when she found out that joel and Angie had history. In one of your previous chapters, Joel described it as some of the best sex of his life 👀

-Kiwi 🥝💚

Not an annoying ask at all! Thank you for sending this to me, this was a great idea! Sorry it took so long to get to it!

Jealous

An I Know Who You Are drabble

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: smut (18+ MDNI), blow job, unprotected piv sex, language, edging, lil bit of dom reader/sub joel, masturbation, angry/a little rough sex, jealousy, possessiveness, spanking, hair pulling

WC: 1.6K

A/N: I want to let everyone know this part of their history took place very early on in their relationship. Reader does not yet know his secret, they are in the 'messing around' stage and if you recall, Joel once compared reader to taming a wild horse. So the reader in this story is very different from the one we know. Enjoy!

"Please," Joel whimpered, no longer above begging.

You were between his legs, his cock leaking and heavy in your mouth. With every swirl of your tongue and pump of your fist, he felt himself getting closer and closer to the brink just to have you pull away with a devilish smirk. It was maybe the third time you left him gasping for breath but he lost count so he couldn't be sure. His brain was a jumbled mess and his skin was on fire, soaked with sweat due to his heart pounding so furiously in his chest for the past twenty minutes.

"God, I love it when you use your manners," you purred. You cracked your back and neck with a soft moan, completely ignoring his cock throbbing and aching for attention in front of you. "It really turns me on. Wanna see?"

He groaned and arched his back off the bed, desperately trying to get you to touch him again. He wasn't used to this. Whatever it was you were doing together was fairly new and while the sex was always good, this was something else. And all because at dinner that night, you discovered he fucked someone else well before you even arrived in Jackson.

It was beginning to bother him how non-committal you were. The first couple times you were together, he didn't mind. In fact, he preferred it that way. Especially considering the guilt that weighed him down ever since he first recognized you. But recently, something changed in the way he looked at you, thought about you, felt about you. He was so fucking rusty, he had no idea how to shift the nature of your relationship to something more meaningful. So when Angie showed up, batting her lashes and touching his shoulder at the bar while he waited for you to finish playing whatever game you were playing and come home with him, he leaned into it a bit. He tossed Angie a smile just to add fuel to the flames and make you end the charade. And out of the corner of his eye, when he saw you stiffen and slam down your drink, he felt his cock twitch with excitement.

Maybe he shouldn't have pushed your buttons.

"You're not listening to me," you said sternly, grabbing his chin and forcing his attention back onto you. "I asked you a question."

"Yes," he rasped, "show me. Please," he added, remembering at the last second how you liked it when he begged. You smiled and let his chin go, then took that very same hand and slowly dragged it down your bare chest, over your stomach and underneath the fabric of your panties. You tipped your head back and moaned when you slid two fingers into your pussy, and when you began to rock your hips into your hand, still kneeling between his legs on the bed, he whined and fisted the bedsheets next to him.

He desperately moaned your name, wiping the sweat from his forehead, but you cut him off.

"So wet," you whispered, rolling your neck and opening your eyes, steadily holding his gaze while you continued to fuck yourself with your fingers. "Feels so good. Maybe I'll just make myself come, instead."

"No!" he growled angrily, sitting up and grabbing the back of your neck. You gasped in surprise but he could see your eyes sparkling with excitement and the corners of your mouth twitch.

"No?" you repeated, tilting your head to the side and sinking your teeth into your lower lip, your eyes locked onto his, now inches away from your face while you snapped your wrist even faster between your legs.

"I wanna make you come," he said through clenched teeth while he did everything in his power not to grab you by the waist and slam you down on his cock.

"If you don't like it, maybe you should've taken her home tonight, instead," you seethed angrily, then your eyes fluttered closed and your mouth fell open when your fingers finally brushed up against that one spot that always made you come undone. Joel's nostrils flared when he realized you were close and decided he had enough.

"Fuck this," he muttered. He wrapped his hand around your wrist and yanked it out from between your legs, and before you even had a chance to open your eyes and yell at him, he scooped his other arm around your back and flipped you over so you were lying underneath him. He smirked down at you, finally getting the upper hand. "Did I make you jealous, baby?"

You scoffed and wiggled underneath him, but he pinned you down.

"Don't be ridiculous. You're allowed to fuck whoever you want."

He hummed and noticed your fingers still glistening with your slick. He grabbed your wrist and popped both your fingers into his mouth, his tongue lapping up your arousal with a heady groan, making sure to lick up every last drop before releasing your fingers with a grin.

"Only wanna fuck you, though."

He noticed the way your expression softened a bit, just for a split second. The first crack in your armor. But before he could dig into it deeper, you shifted gears.

"Then go ahead and fuck me already."

He yanked your underwear so fast down your legs, you heard the fabric rip, but you could hardly care when a moment later he was sinking himself inside you with a strangled groan, both finally finding some relief in the familiar stretch.

"Y'drive me fuckin' crazy, y'know that?" he murmured into your cheek. He held your jaw tightly in his grip, his hips roughly slamming into you as you gasped and moaned under him. With every harsh thrust, he brushed against that one spot, already stimulated from your fingers earlier. "Can't just admit you're jealous? Wouldn't look my way all night 'til someone else did and now look at you. Makin' a mess all over my cock."

Your eyes flared with anger and you yanked your chin out of his grasp. Grabbing a handful of his hair, you pulled as hard as you could, causing him to lose his balance for a moment, but it was all you needed. You wrapped your legs around his waist and with a grunt, rolled him over onto his back so you were straddling him.

Your mouth crashed down against his, teeth clashing and tongues messily licking into each other. With your heavy breaths mingling together, his hands roamed, grabbing onto every part of you he could find until they settled on your hips. He helped guide you in his lap, fingers digging into the fatty area where your thighs and hips creased, adding more force every time you dropped back down onto his thick length.

"Jesus, fuck!" Joel growled, lifting one hand to slap your ass, the sharp sting making you gasp until the pain faded and you ordered him to do it again, so he did.

You moaned and tilted your chin to the ceiling, hips grinding into him so you could give your burning thighs a break but it apparently wasn't enough because he started to ram up into you, soft grunts slipping past his lips with each thrust.

With little warning, your back arched and you cried out, convulsing and squeezing his cock as you came, gasping desperately for air. He couldn't tear his eyes away, completely mesmerized, like usual. You were gorgeous, he always knew that, but when he got to see you fall apart for him, it transcended his definition of beauty and left him in awe.

Once you collected yourself, he pulled you down to his chest, burying his face against your neck and wrapping his arms tightly around your ribs, slamming into your used cunt over and over, making you whimper against his skin.

"I wanna come inside you so fuckin' bad," he whispered, the words sending a shiver down your spine.

"You can't," you whispered back, leaving out but I wish you could.

"I know."

With a rough groan, he pulled out, causing your eyelids to flutter weakly and your pussy clench angrily at the loss. He pulled your hips down flush so he could rut against you, stilling momentarily when his hot spend spilled out, smearing all over your stomachs.

After giving him a moment to catch his breath, you tried to roll off of him but he didn't loosen his grip.

"Just another minute," he said softly into your shoulder. He felt your body relax and he inhaled deeply, breathing in your scent for later. He tilted his head so he faced you and locked his lips with yours, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as he deepened the kiss. But you didn't allow it for long. You never did.

"Joel," you murmured against his mouth, pulling away and pushing yourself up. He sighed and let you go, watching as you stood on shaky legs to enter his bathroom and clean yourself up. You handed him the wet towel before collecting your clothes from the floor, holding up your mangled underwear with one finger and giving him a look. He chuckled as he wiped his stomach and shrugged.

You rolled your eyes and turned around so he didn't see the smile on your face as you got dressed. His eyes raked up and down your body for a moment before he said, "you don't gotta leave, y'know."

"I have patrol in the morning."

"So?"

"So I need to get some sleep," you said, pulling your shirt on and fixing your hair. He was really growing to hate this part. "Maybe I'll see you tomorrow," you added over your shoulder as you headed towards his door. He didn't respond. He just watched you leave, a slow smile pulling at his lips because even though you acted indifferent towards him, the fact remained that you were jealous of another woman giving him attention, and that had to mean something.

[thegamingcatmom]

Finished Donna´s section earlier (again) and it got me thinking (again).

In other words: Have this lil Donna rant under the cut because our spooky baby deserves some love and attention too.

(Yknow, sometimes I forget that Angie isn´t a mere extension of Donna. She is Donna.)

Whereas the other Lords rely on their physical powers to cause damage and destruction, Donna just fucks with your mind.

...I say "just" because I feel like some people truly don´t realize that your mind can become your greatest enemy. Anything physical pales in comparison. And yet-

It seems to me that she´s considered the least threatening of the Lords BECAUSE she doesn´t rely on anything physical. The fact her domain strips you of all your weapons (which is very likely another mind trick) just adds to the whole feeling of "oh? no fighting today? it´s gonna be that easy?"

...

She drugs you before you even enter her house and uses the memories of your loved ones to taunt you. Remember what she did to her gardener? Instructing him to plant the Mold-infected flowers so she would be able to lure him to her estate with promises of seeing his dead wife again?

Now, I don´t believe Donna´s intentions were actually evil at any moment in time, but that´s exactly the point: She´s mental. Literally. She´s so desperate for people to stay with her that she drugs them into obedience which will ultimately lead to their downfall. It´s the only way to make them stay with her permanently.

That´s a whole different level of fucked up.

Then you enter her house and all that greets you is deafening silence. That alone fucks with you because you expect...something to happen at any moment. Every corner becomes a nightmare to round, every hallway seems to stretch on for eternity. But still-

...Nothing happens.

And yet-

You can´t shake the feeling of hollow eyes watching your every move.

...

BECAUSE IT IS. 😭

You have long since become a puppet, and Donna´s pulling the strings.

She then proceeds to use nightmarish versions of your loved ones to drive you mad, to the point you can´t distinguish between illusion and reality. Sometimes, those illusions become so powerful that they threaten to swallow you whole - anything to ensure you won´t escape her grasp...

Like the Duke said:

None of her playmates have ever left her house.

She even admits to it before the boss fight:

"Don´t leave...I can´t let you..."

My deranged ass: "I won´t babe I luv u babe whatever u want babe."

.

.

.

But yknow what really melts my brain?

Out of all the antagonists Resi Village features, Donna is probably the most relatable because she embodies all those things you actually need to be wary of in life:

psychological manipulation

deception

drugging

isolation

etc.

If you still believe Donna Beneviento isn´t one to be feared, then sorry to tell you this, but-

THANKS FOR READING! 🫶

(For the record: Yall are most welcome to have tea parties with Donna. Totally fine. To each their own. But don´t say I didn´t warn ya. I´ll bring the biscuits.)

[crimeronan]

Sounds like the worst feeling, highly rude of Selena to be sick there (hope she's okay though), on less icky kitty related thoughts... Human realm visit, they go to Camila's clinic (idk maybe something happens requiring Camila's and Luz goes with her IDK) and just, high key disney princess vibes with the lil guys back there.

I just can't really see Belos letting Luz have much time with animals (that lil snorse-riding au thoughts thing from a while back) or pets esp with how things with palismen were, but just the idea of Luz being sweet with them (Luz already has low key disney princess vibes in canon whenever there's a lil critter about) and them being oh so gentle and sweet with her, it compels me.

Maybe as well a usually hissy, angi rescue cat or two being unnaturally nice and gentle around her to be an on the nose parallel. (also I have law school exams on monday and I need to distract myself from thinking about them.)

selena's okay! we were trying to slowly switch her to a new dry food but it's been upsetting her tummy every few days so we'll probably experiment with an all-wet diet instead.

and yes. YESSS.

luz does that thing where you sit unobtrusively on the floor in the corner of a room for a while and let the cats sniff you & camila has a moment of being like MIJA WAIT.... PIXIE THE DEMON KITTY'S GABAPENTIN IS WEARING OFF..... YOU WILL BE SHREDDED..... but pixie the demon kitty has decided luz is like. fine, actually.

also that reminds me. one of the shitpost thoughts i had about hunter & camila discussing doctors was hunter being like "could luz see your other daughter's doctor, then?? whoever they are?? since you trust them already??" and camila having to dodge "....um. i.... am her pediatrician, actually. because. she is a lizard."

[pumpkinsy0]

headcanons for purly at a high school dance?

i feel like they would ditch it and go somewhere else but i would just looove to hear ur ideas

for funsees lets say they arent together, and for this one, ill make em #chillguys, its not everyday theyre being menaces

•curly totally asked pony to go w him, and pony wasnt gonna go but hey whatever curly asked and he had nothing to do that day so y not, he didnt SAYYY it was a date and pony assumed it wasnt cause he said angela was joinin em, but lets b fr, angela wouldnt wanna b around curly when ponys around

•POINT IS, angela left em bc she could sense that she was gonna b a third wheel like a mile away and loved herself enough to not stick around to see if that was true, call angela an unwilling accidental wingman

•this will NOT b a “curlys trying to make this romantic” hc post, bc he WOULDNT do that actually, when pony accepted curlys invitation, he accepted whatever bc he was gonna do w curly

•but i willlll feed u believers a lil bit of food and tell u that curly tries a LIL bit to do that, just not in “im a perfectionist, so this has to b PERFECT” way, in a “this isnt actually romantic but bc its u doing it it means something more”

•dont think pony didnt see, he absolutely did, curly would get them drinks, made sure they had their own space w intimidation, didnt ignore pony especially when he saw his gang” those things

•dont get it twisted tho, NEITHER of em rlly wanted to go, pony was there thinking “ill stay for his sake” while curly kept on goin cause “pony wanted to come w me, i gotta make him have fun”, like a sick lil cycle

•u already know they got into their usually antics, messing w other ppl, making inappropriate comments, that whole thing, but theyre hearts weren’t rlly in it and they could tell

•the energy between them died down so they went outside and curly felt like he fucked up or somethin but he still looked to b in high spirits, outside they shared a smoke and curly IMMEDIATELY said yes, there comes a point at prom near they announce prom king and queen where curly cant gaf anymore about this dance, that was just the tipping point

•they had nowhere specifically in mind, just walked. pony didnt wanna go home just yet, which made curly feel SO much better, he was in a much better mood

•all they do is smoke weed, go to a diner, and walk around, maybe they bump into angie and stick w her for a bit to make sure shes alright or bump into curlys gang and hangs w them for a few, but point is they’re not off the walls ALL the time,,,,at dances they dont have that energy for the whole night they arent social like that

•for a bonus hc, if they were a couple they woulda ditched bc they got caught by a teacher making out in a closet or corner and their moment was ruined so they bounced

[johnathan-pastry]

Okay so the shepards have one of those sinks where its L shaped table in the corner of the kitchen then the sinks kinda in the middle of the long part of the L yea.

And when curls and angela were younger tim would put some pillows and blankets up there and have them lay on the counter so he could wash their hair in the sink.

This was most their childhood, until one(1) faithful washday when curly went to lay down on the counter and his feet touched the wall

Tim had a fucking aneurysm. But its just his brother right?

No 😔 the next month he was setting up with the hair products box™ and angela to lay down, he feet touched the fucking wall

Bro is reeling, he is trying so hard not to cry, how dare they grow??

From that day on they had to do their washes in the bathroom sink cause its lower to the ground and easier to lean over and everytime tim looks like he was shot in the foot cause angie and curly aint lil kids no more

[acidnhuskerdust]

let me be your everlasting light (part 1/3)

18 plus! Minors DNI!!!

Pairing: Husk x Angel Chapter 1: can’t take the effect and make it the cause

Summary: During a rough night at the studio, Angel made the terrible mistake of moaning out Husk's name at the climax of his shoot. After dealing with Valentino's abuse, the spider demon wanted to place blame on the one who is always plaguing his thoughts.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of abused and violence, a very angy Angel, breaking down

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: Hi hello! I'm VERY new to this fandom, always loved Hazbin Hotel but never delved into the fandom until the fourth episode of the show!

Hopefully they are in character enough, sorta think of it as a character arc for Angel I suppose? LOL!!!

Main title: Everlasting Light by the Black Keys

Chapter title: Effect and Cause by The White Stripes

AO3 link: x (The 2nd chapter is there as well!)

A plume of smoke escapes past Angel’s lips as the sound of his heels clicking on the floor fill the space of the empty hotel lobby. There was a look of exhaustion etched on his face while he made his way towards the bar. It was a hell of a day at the studio, dried mascara caked on the fur of his cheeks and his lipstick smudged across his lips. Everything ached with widespread pain, yet the spider demon forced himself to walk with poise. 

While approaching the bar, his eyes fixated on Husk, his back turned towards him whilst cleaning a glass with a rag. The gentle yellow of the lights above him casting down onto his fur made it look all so peaceful. 

Angel’s lips tug up into a soft smile at the sight, Husk has swiftly become his favorite demon to see after such an agonizingly long day.

He goes to settle down on a bar stool, allowing himself to slump forward. He props an elbow on the bar, resting his chin on his hand. “Hey Husky,” He purrs out, his voice a bit scratchy. “Mind pourin’ lil ol me a drink?” His other hand takes the cigarette dangling loosely from his lips, snuffing it out on the nearby ash tray. 

Husk lets out a quiet grunt of acknowledgment, setting down the glass he had been cleaning and reaching for a bottle. He turns around with the bottle in hand and silently takes in the sight of Angel before him. His eyes, half-hidden under drooping eyelids and thick brows, seems to drink in the bedraggled figure of his friend. 

“Looking like shit, doll,” Husk rasps out finally with the slightest sort of tenderness seeping into his gravelly voice. “Must have been rough today.” 

Angel lets out a snicker, finding the nickname sweet as can be as he watches Husk pour him a drink. He sits up, taking the glass into one of his hands and bringing it up to his lips. He takes a large gulp, drinking half of it one go before setting it back down on the bar. A sigh of satisfaction leaves him, enjoying the taste of hard liquor on his tongue. 

“Well, ya’know,” Angel finally replies, leaning forward to rest his head against the surface while running a slender finger around the rim of the glass, mauling over his day. “Val was bein’ an absolute bitch as usual...” He huffs out a sigh, a small frown tugging at his lips. “Slipped offa the stage during a show, jus barely by the way. But did he give a shit I hurt my back? ‘Course not.” Angel rolls his eyes, sitting back up to meet Husk’s intent gaze. “Asshole made me work overtime, five dudes, ugly as hell.” He lets out a groan at the recollection, grabbing his drink to take another large swig before continuing, “Then Charlie was up my ass, askin’ why I was back so late. Y’know, just bein’ herself. It was hard enough today, was not willin’ ta deal with her constant chatter.” 

Husk raises a brow, seemingly taking in Angel’s frustrations. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips while he grabs himself a glass. “Sounds like you had yourself quite the day.” Husk says with a dry chuckle as he poured his drink.

His voice drips with sarcasm as he adds, “And Charlie… Can’t blame her for trying to keep track of your sorry ass. She means well.” 

Angel lets out a groan from his words. He rolls his eyes, finishing off his drink and sliding the glass towards Husk. As much as the spider demon hated to admit it, Husk always knew how to ground him, to make him acknowledge when he was being a bit too brash and a bit too rude. It was ever so galling. 

“Ya can’t blame me, she’s like a puppy!” He exclaims, throwing all four hands up in a dramatic gesture. “Comin’ through the door, she’s right at your feet, yippin’ and yappin’, going on and on about how ya need to ‘relax’. All sunshine n’ rainbows. Now that… That’s hell. Hell on Hell.” 

Husk shakes his head, pouring Angel another glass of the potent liquor. “You’ve got a point,” He grumbles, his arms crossing over his chest. 

“She’s got that whole innocent ‘let me help you’ shtick going on.” The demon cat muses, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and mild annoyance. “Can be fucking infuriating sometimes.” He shakes his head slightly before fixing Angel with an intent stare. 

“But I’ll tell you one thing doll,” He continues, reaching out to tap the rim of Angel’s freshly poured drink with one clawed finger. “That sort of caring isn’t common down here in this shitshow we call Hell.” 

Angel takes a moment to ponder over his words before letting out a reluctant sigh. He was right, annoyingly enough; in his years spent in Hell, he’s never met anyone like Charlie. 

“I guess..” He murmurs out, taking his glass in his hands to down half of the harsh liquor. “Least I got you Husky,” He purrs out, giving the older demon a sly wink. “Nothin’ better than talkin’ a bartender’s ear off. Specially if he gots the looks like you. I mean… Damn.” 

Husk's eyes narrow slightly at his flirtatious remark, a low growl under his breath that made Angel smirk in satisfaction. 

“Flattery isn’t going to get you anywhere, Angel,” Husk retorts with a snarl in his voice. “I’m just here to pour drinks and listen to your problems. Ain’t nothing more to it.” His claws grip at his own glass as he takes a long swig. 

Angel gives Husk a faux pout, “C’mon babycakes, ya’know I’m just messin’. We’re friends, ‘member?” He lets out a sly chuckle. Although he has simmered down in regards to his constant sexual innuendos since they became closer, he still couldn’t stop himself from slipping in some flirting on the side of their usual conversations. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.” Husk mutters gruffly, turning away and busying himself with cleaning another glass. Angel hears him take a deep breath, causing his brows to furrow. What an interesting reaction… 

He shrugs it off and finishes his drink, setting the glass down with a clink before stretching all four lanky limbs up into the air, giving him a painful reminder of the condition his body was in. “‘Suppose it’s time ta hit the hay.” He gets up from his seat, letting out a big yawn. “See ya tomorrow mornin? For Charlie’s little… Exercises?” 

Husk scoffs under his breath at the mention of Charlie’s ‘trust exercises’. “Sure thing,” He replies dismissively. “See you bright and early then.” 

Angel takes his leave, contemplating over how cute Husk looked like when he was so reactive. A smile on his lips as he heads up the stairs, the older demon really knew how to plague his mind. 

He was on his mind so much… Angel was getting fed up with it. 

The next day comes around, yet Angel never showed up to Charlie’s morning routine. Although he wished he did, wished so very badly that he was able to be there then where he had to go. Valentino called him back to the studio only a few hours after he had laid down, a last minute shoot or something along the lines. 

Angel fucked up badly during it, he fucked up real bad. 

During the final take, while some stranger was above him, fucking into him hard and fast, all Angel could see was him. 

Husk. 

Once he reached his climax he shouted out his name, and god the look on Val’s face when he came down from his high was nothing short of terrifying. Then came another brutal talking in his dressing room, thrown around, talked down to, kicked. Fuck, did it hurt. 

'What is wrong with you? You do not utter any other name, you do not think of anyone else then who is pounding your pretty little ass! And you will not ruin another take ever again.' He told him.

The words that felt like sharp knives deep within his body bounced around in his mind as he pushed open the doors of the hotel. Charlie’s drill seemed to have just finished, he could hear brief chatter before it all died down once Angel walked past them. All eyes were on him, he could feel it and it made him feel disgusting. 

He keeps his head down, all four arms crossed as he wordlessly limps his way up the stairs and goes right into his room. 

Angel drags his tired body over to his vanity mirror, placing two hands on the edges to keep himself from crumpling down onto the ground. He stares back at his reflection with weary eyes, he looked so… Fragile. His heart wrenches in his chest at the sight of himself, glaring at his reflection. “Pathetic.” He seethes out. Because that was what he was, what he always will be. 

In a fit of rage and despair, he swipes everything off the vanity in one go, the sound of makeup cases and bottles crashing to the ground fell on deaf ears. He felt so much, so fucking much, and god it was just so overwhelming. Why did that demon have to do this to him? 

“Fuck!” He growls out, grabbing his chair and throwing across the room. He breathes harshly, going around the room to skew his things about, he needed it to be ruined, ruined like him. 

As he grabs an empty bottle of booze to throw against the wall, the sound of knocking makes him freeze. Angel stays silent, hoping whoever there would walk away, yet the door creaks open anyway. He whips his head around with a dangerous glare in his eyes, expecting to see Charlie. Yet, it was Husk. His eyes soften for a fleeting moment, his heart fluttering in his chest.

Although that gaze hardens promptly once he is reminded it was all because of him. He put him in this situation. This fucking asshole. 

“Fucking hell.” Husk mutters under his breath. He takes a step inside, closing the door behind him. 

The grasp on the bottle tightens as the other begins to approach him slowly. “Angel, what happened?” Husk asks, his voice ever so slightly wavering. 

Angel scoffs. “What do ya think happened?” The spider demon snaps, his hand beginning to hurt from how hard he was gripping the bottle. Seeing him right now was the last thing he needed, seeing that concern, that softness, fuck him. 

“Fuckin’... Fuck!” He roars, hurling the bottle towards Husk. Despite his state of mania, he still made sure to miss the demon cat, the glass shattering against the wall behind him. 

Husk barely flinched, his ears twitching in slight annoyance. He then takes another cautious step towards him, closing the distance between them. “Calm down for fuck’s sake. What happened? Talk to me.” 

Angel’s hands tremble with anger and frustration, his mind a whirlwind of self-loathing. 

“Fuck off!” He spits out venomously, “It’s you, it’s your fault asshole!” His entire face was filled with anguish. Why? Why did Husk have to be the one Angel obsessed over? Why did he have to be into the one fucking demon on hell that wanted nothing to do with him? He was Angel fucking Dust, he could get anyone he wanted, it wasn't fair. None of this was fucking fair.

Husk’s eyes widened in shock at Angel’s harsh words. “My fault?” Husk repeats, disbelief laced in his tone. “How the fuck is it my fault?” 

Angel doesn’t respond, his eyes frantically searching around the room until his eyes spot one of the makeup bags he threw earlier near his bed. He needs something to take the edge off right now, he needs to forget, needs to be numb, he needs to be okay. He stomps over to it, picking it up and zipping it open to begin searching for anything he could find. 

He didn’t realize Husk was rushing over to him until his clawed hands grabbed onto the case in an attempt to pull it away from Angel. “Fuck no, you’re not doing this right now.” His voice rings out gruffly, but even Angel can pick up the unmistakable tremor of concern underneath it. 

Angel snarls at Husk, his voice dripping with venom. “Get your fucking hands off, ya prick!” He wrenches the makeup case from Husk’s grasps, sending a sharp glare in his direction. His heart was pounding erratically in his chest as the anger continues consume his entire being. 

“I can do whateva’ the fuck I want!” He cradles the bag against the chest possessively. “And it is your damn fault,” Angel continues. “Ya got me…” He groans out in frustration, one of his hands coming up to push through his puffy hair. “Got me all fuckin’ twisted up inside! You don’t really give a shit, just anotha sinner in this shithole.” 

Husk’s eyes narrow, his frustration mounting. He takes a step forward, the tension crackling in the air. “Twisted up inside?” Husk scoffs bitterly. “What the fuck do you even mean?” 

The hand in Angel’s hair grasped tightly at the strands, harshly pulling. His eyes flew around the room, not able to settle his gaze on anything as he tried to think of his words. “You... You know exactly what I fuckin’ mean. Don’t you play dumb with me asshole!" His voice breaks, and his hand pulls harder at his hair till his scalp burned. "You don’t give a damn, I don’t even know why you’re here.” 

“You think I don’t give a shit?” Husk’s tone raised with a mix of pain and defiance. His eyes lock with Angel, refusing to back down. “Think again, spider boy. Seen enough pain and suffering to know when I see it. God damnit, I’m here aren’t I? Ain’t that enough to tell you that just maybe I care?”

Angel’s eyes twitched, his words coming out of one ear and right out the other. He takes the final step forward, closing the gap between them till their bodies are almost touching. His breath came out as ragged gasps as he stared directly into Husk’s fierce gaze. “If ya give a damn, then why the fuck do you torture me?” He seethes out, taking notice of the confusion in the other’s eyes. Of course he had to spell it out for him. Angel continues fiercely, tears welling up in his eyes. “Bein’ all nice ta me, nice as ya can be at least, listenin’ to me, pourin’ me drinks. Yet ya reject every single fucking advance. Won’t give spare me a glance, me, Angel Dust!”  

His hands shake with both rage and vulnerability as reaches up to Husk’s bow tie, gripping it tightly. 

“And guess what? I still want ya.” Angel spits out through gritted teeth, the admission laced with equal parts of desire and anger. “And you know that, don’t ya? You like it, havin’ the famous whore of Hell always chasin after you, yet not giving him an inch to work with. Ya like fucking with my head.” 

Husk’s eyes were wide as Angel glared down at him. He seems to be rendered speechless, a heavy silence between them as they both soak in Angel’s words. 

Then, there was two clawed hands wrapping around his thin wrists. They were gentle as they pried his hands away from his bow tie. Conflict quickly writes across Angel’s face, eyes flickering down to Husk’s hands. 

“Do you really think I’d ever enjoy this?” Husk begins, his voice hoarse, strained with emotions. “Fuckin’ hell Legs, there is nothing fun about that, nothing at all. You don’t get it, I don’t want to be some doll for you to throw around just because you’re feeling desperate.” 

A flicker of vulnerability crosses Angel’s eyes. This wasn’t what he was expecting at all. He was expecting a violent outburst, to feel a stinging hand across his face. But… He didn’t get any of that. Husk talked to him with patience, his hands barely wrapped around his wrists. Fuck, and the way he stared into his eyes, it felt like he saw his damaged soul. 

“I…” Angel begins, feeling at a loss for words. His anger sheds away in a blink of an eye, now he was left confused and not only that, he felt like a total asshole. “Husk…” 

He was cut off by the slight squeeze of Husk’s hands. Then he finally takes notice of those yellow eyes, there was a fire burning within them, an unspoken desire. 

“You want me? You really fuckin’ want me?” Husk leans closer until their breaths mingle together. “Then prove it.” 

His eyes widened, searching his face to confirm this was real, that this wasn’t another rejection. 

Angel’s gaze softens, and tears cloud his vision. “I’ll prove it.” He murmurs out, his voice shaky enough to make him feel embarrassed. 

The spider demon was the one to close the gap between them, pressing his lips against Husk’s with pure desperation. He was so… Soft. Right now, in Angel’s eyes, everything about Husk was soft.  

Husk didn’t push him away like Angel expected. Instead, he responded to Angel’s desperate kiss with equal need. He feels one clawed paw finding its way to tangle itself into Angel’s soft white hair, while the other settled firmly against the small of his back. Husk pulled him closer, and it felt so very warm.

Angel’s eyes screwed tight, tears seeping out and creating a path down his cheeks, making the kiss taste salty mixed within booze and cigarettes. 

Husk takes the lead, backing up until the back of his knees hit the bed. He lowers himself down onto the plush surface and Angel follows, moving to straddle the cat demon’s lap. He tilts his head down, deepening the kiss. 

It was so much better than all the times Angel day dreamed it in his head. Husk wasn’t rough, yet he matched Angel’s eagerness, pulling his body close till there was no space left between them. 

His lips felt like Heaven. How ironic. 

What felt like both forever and only a fleeting few moments, Angel was the first to pull away, taking in ragged breaths. He stares down at Husk, in complete awe. Husk gaze only held warmth and understanding. 

That gaze was enough to make Angel lose it. He wanted so badly to go into his usual act, settle back into his persona, to make some sort of cheeky remark yet he couldn’t, not right now. 

Right now, he was just Anthony. 

Fresh tears fill his eyes as he goes to shove his face into the crook of Husk’s neck. He sobs against his fur as all four arms wrap around the other’s body, his hold practically screaming, don’t let go. Never let go. Stay. 

“Husk…” He croaks, feeling so hopeless in the moment for showing such a vulnerable side to him. A raw, unfiltered display of pain and anguish and fear. 

Gently, Husk lowers them both further down onto the bed, his arms wrapping around his slim torso. 

“Shh… It’s alright.” Husk murmurs softly, running a comforting hand up and down Angel’s back. “I’ve got you.” 

He’s got him. 

That... sounds so nice. 

Husk was so wonderfully patient, allowing Angel to release all those pent up emotions that have been festering inside of him for far too long. There was no room for a façade, not right now, Angel allowed himself to cling onto Husk as if he was a life line. 

There are no grand promises or empty reassurances, just the comfort of being held and heard by someone who understands pain all too well. 

Angel then finds himself beginning to calm down, his breathing steadying itself. Not even an ounce of help from drugs or alcohol this time. 

He forces himself up, lifting his head from Husk’s shoulder. His voice comes out choked and broken as he looks into the older demon’s eyes. 

“Fuck… I’m sorry,” He mutters, his voice filled with remorse. “Didn’t mean to fuckin’ break down like this.” He wipes at his tears angrily, a mix of frustration and self disgust coursing through him. Did he seriously just sob his eyes after sharing his first kiss with Husk? How pathetic. 

He closes his eyes, taking a slow breath. “I… I also shouldn’t have blamed it all on you.” He lets out a long sigh, there was nothing worse than when he had to admit he was wrong. 

While his eyes were closed, Angel feels a hand cupping his face and the sound of deep chuckle hits his ears. He slides one eye open to look down at the demon below him with curiosity. 

“That must have been hard for you to say.” There was a smirk on his face and Angel wished he had it in him to give him a witty remark. Luckily, Husk continued, “I get it doll, sometimes it feels good to place blame on someone. I sure as hell do it all the time.” 

His thumb strokes away a stray tear, and fuck, Angel has never seen such a tender look on the usually grumpy demon’s face. 

“I’m sorry too, that I made you feel like I was just trying to torture you. In all honesty, I had no idea you… Actually felt this way towards me.” 

Angel’s brow quirked. “Are ya serious? I mean… How many times have I hit on ya?” 

Husk rolls his eyes, his smile not wavering. “And how many times have I seen you hit on others?” 

Angel huffs out, he got him there. 

“But listen to me. You’re allowed to want what you want,” His words turn into soft murmurs. “And I’m here now… To be whatever you need me to be, long as you don’t treat me like one of your boy toys.” 

Tears well up into his eyes once again, nuzzling into the tender hand on his cheek. He purrs out a sigh from the contact as he leans in closer. “I don’t need ya to be anythin’,” He says barely above a whisper, his lips barely brushing against Husk’s. “I just need ya to be here right now, want ya to hold me.” 

Without hesitation, Husk’s embrace around Angel tightened, holding him securely against his chest. Angel takes the chance to wiggle down, burying his face into his furry chest, breathing in his musk. 

“I’ll hold you all night if you need me to.” He replies in a low voice, his lips grazing over the top of his head. 

Angel hums contently in response, taking his words and holding them closely to his heart. As silence falls between them, a thought comes to his mind. He chuckles softly, the sound muffled against Husk’s chest. 

“Ya’know… I don’t think I’ve eva been on top of a guy without him fuckin’ me,” He says playfully, yet his voice was still filled with genuine warmth. He peers up, just enough for his pink eyes to peak out. “It’s nice.” 

The demon below him then lets out a low chuckle, his deep voice vibrating against the spider demon’s head nestled against his chest. “Well ain’t that something,” Husk replied, a smirk on his lips. “Glad to be your first.” 

Angel settled his head back against Husk, nuzzling into his fur with a soft smile on his lips. He laid there with Husk all night, and for the first time in a very long time, he was able to get some decent sleep. Husk felt like an oasis amidst the chaos of Hell, and right now? 

Right now that was more than enough. 

[darkwingphoenix]

Yo @loominggaia

Here's a follow-up to a recent ask I sent.

If this reaches you before that well, I said that in my fanon lore (Of my fanfic), I said that Cyana and Angeline get magical power. They aren't divines nor mortals, but a secret third thing.

Angeline's power is basic asf. She gets Isaac's pacifying power extended to include all monsters, gaians, fae, and nymphs (Including titan forms).

Cyana's power however, is much cooler: She can turn into all species of people, including nymphs (But not titan nymphs). Her forms beyond her human one stay as similar to her human form as possible, and are all female.

For example, if she turns into a dworf, she has black hair, a silver tone close to her own (Sorta) and dark reddish brown eyes. If she becomes a roshava, she's a paler blue with brown eyes. As a troll, she's the palest, tannest green possible with black hair and brown eyes. As an ogress, she's similarly paler and tanner (But still within ogre-range of skin tone) with darker hair and brown eyes.

As an elf, she basically just looks like an elven version of herself. Just skinnier and weaker. She's a paler tan as a goblin, and has brown eyes. In gnome form (Which Angie calls Cyana Pocket Edition), she's just herself as a gnome. AKA able to die if Angie cums over her. As a sirene, she has black hair (Like Salina), but it's fading into a rich navy blue over time. Her lower half as a sirene is a cetesirene that's all the same navy blue as her hair, with some lighter and darker blues as well. As a cecaelia, she's purple with orangish eyes. She also has a pattern on her face sorta akin to freckles.

As a satyr, again she's herself as a satyr. She can turn into either a domestic or feral form, but it takes mort effort than she normally has to put in to become a feral satyr. It's similar if she's a cecaelia: Unless she goes from drifter to walker form the Texas way (AKA getting her head lopped off and then regrowing her body), it takes her extra effort to become a walking cecaelia. All of that goes for her faun, minotaur, and centaur forms as well. She isn't a shaghoof centaur tho. There's a lotta minotaurs, so I'mma say she only has one kind of minotaur form, which is a Diamondhead.

As a gorgon, she's the same as the other non-human toned species in that she's as close to a human's tone as she can get and has orangish eyes. She cannot become a medusa tho. She also experiences none of the drawbacks of each form but does receive most of the benefits: She can use magic in any form, but can still lie and has no arcane flaw like fae do. Both she and Angeline have significantly longer lives, as long as a sirene.

That last tidbit is important, because I'm having them adopt a sirene shimmerling, because shimmerlings are FUCKING ADORABLE

Look at that widdle face. I honestly see shimmerlings and cecaelia hatchlings as the cutest babies of all of Looming Gaia's people. Shimmerlings are the perfect fusion of a baby seal and a human infant, and hatchlings just look so fuckin' dumb it's adorable

Look at this lil goober. There is a single brain cell in that head that bounces around his head like an older fashioned screensaver and when it hits an exact corner he has a single coherent thought. And he shares this single brain cell with 3 clutchmates.

[sammylbir]

Redoing my Intro (Again)

Alright, third time is the charm, so…let's do this.

Hello there! I am Sammy Wilde, a trans fem artist/writer and wannabe voice actress. I am 22 years old, use She/Her pronouns and I am from Germany.

My flags:

Biace: Bisexual, yet on the ace spectrum flag by @beyondmogaiprideflags)

Trans-NB-Femme: I consider myself more female than nb, yet would think that I am nonbinary with a more feminine lean.

Orchidromantic: No desire for a romantic relationship

Pronouns: She/They

What is this Account about?

On this account, you will see all sorts of stuff, art/writing and voice acting related. It's my fun lil' corner, where I share my stuff. Sometimes I will post analysis stuff too, but not too often.

My Fandoms:

-Danganronpa

-Monster Prom

-Coraline

-Pokemon

-Welcome Home

-Don't Hug Me I'm Scared

-Ace Attorney

Also, I have my own askblog for my OCs called @projphantopia Check it out, if you can!

Now, we will go over the BFY/BFI section:

-I am an adult and while I don't have a problem with minors interacting with me, please do note that I have my own stuff in life. I can give advice from time to time though.

-This blog will rarely feature some NSFW mentions. In case of the above point, I ask minors to not read through those posts and will add a warning accordingly.

-I love buff people a lot, its both a passion and admiration from me. I get that this can make some of you uncomfortable, so I want to be transparent.

-My other creative works are mostly horror related and deal with heavy topics. Once again, I am asking for the minors on here, to not interact with those posts. For your own safety that is.

-In regards to the Proshipper/Antishipper discourse, leave me out of this. This account will not glorify incest or pedo stuff, but I do not like those labels

-I will not do RPs with minors of any kind. It makes me uncomfortable.

-I do not support AI Art

-I will post on this account, whatever I like and while I want to make sure to consider your feeling, it is still my account and my rules.

-Regarding proshippers, I dont have a problem with you interacting with me. Just don't be gross towards me, alright?

-If I make any of you uncomfortable in any way, tell me.

DNI:

-Do not flirt with me or be sexually suggestive with me. ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE A MINOR. I am not attracted to kids, thank you very much.

-Do not shout at me or harass me.

-Don't interact, if you are queerphobic. If you are trying to change then that's an exception

-If you try to dictate me, how to live my life.

Other Notes: -I am on the autistm spectrum. (Was diagnosed with Asperger's autism, but given the term's historical usage, I barely use it nowadays.) -I am biace, with female lean. Doesn't make me any less bi. I do not experience much sexual attraction towards people though. -I am on the Aromantic Spectrum and am not interested in any relationship (Orchidromantic) -While I would not say that I am on the asexual spectrum, I am not that interested in sexually suggestive stuff. Sometimes I am, sometimes not. It varies. -I believe in god, but do not follow any specific religion. And I have no problem with religious people interacting with me. -I usually do not use tone tags. Usually.

-I will not force any of my hcs onto you. But please respect mine, okay?

-I am not a fan of "kinkshaming". If I do not like someone's kink, I won't harass them for it.

-I selfship myself with Angie Yonaga, Milo Belladonna and Miu Iruma, but I am not against any other yumeshippers.

-Any questions, can be sent through the ask box.

That's all. Enjoy your stay!

[dawnthefox24]

Sometimes I wish I can animate because if I was listening to Butcher vanity would be my go to for Cassidy and his distain for pork So enjoy this lil sad spooky prompt

*Cassidy is on a mission with Angie,Genji, Mei,Juno and Jack but is frozen in place as he stares at a slaughter house since they got noticed of Talon activity. Soon Cass started to feel the blood reach in head hearing the echos of screams ringing in his head* ????: Mr.Cassidy you okay? Cassidy:*snaps out of it and looks at Juno* Uh yeah..I'm fine... Mei: *looks at Cassidy* You sure? You look like you were about to faint. Cassidy:*looks at everyone staring at him but forces a smile on his face* Mercy: *places her hand on his shoulder*Cole you don't have to do this.. Soldier 76: She's right if you can't handle this then- Cassidy: I'm fine...Just I need a minute... Genji:...You sure? Cassidy:*looks back at the building feeling his blood run cold feeling his blood pound even louder in his head but nods* Yeah I'm fine... Juno:*looks at him and holds her hand out* You can hold my hand if you want to! I-I mean you don't have to since well I-I just... Cassidy:*smiles softly and lowers his hat on his head before tipping it back up* Yeah that would nice. Juno:*takes Cassidy's hand and squeezes it* If you want I can send my rovers in to see it's a safe! Cassidy:*Holds her hand and looks back at the slaughter house before taking a deep breath* So who wants to go inside first! Mei:*takes Genji arm* Come along Genji lets go, then Juno and Cass, last is Angela and Jack. Genji:*nods* That can work, how do you feel about that Cassidy? Cassidy:*still hears the distant screams and knifes chopping against the meat but nods a bit* Y-Yeah... Mercy: Cole...Your pale... Cassidy:*squeezes Juno hand for a moment taking a deep breath* Juno: Tell you what partner! If you feel nervous you just squeeze my hand when you get nervous and we can leave how does that sound!? Cassidy:*looked at Juno and smiles softly* Yeah...That can work. *Soon Mei and Genji went in first, followed by Cass and Juno, lastly Jack and Mercy* Cassidy:*looks at all the hooks, cleavers and meat. Which makes him look down getting hit with the smell of rotten meat making him freeze* ~~~~ Cassidy:*looks up and noticed that he's alone* Oh no...no..no. no no no... Young Cassidy: * looks at his hands and seeing that he doesn't have his prosthetic arm and starts panicking * Fuck...No.... *Cassidy covers his ears hearing the sound of children crying, people screaming, and pigs squealing in pain making him take off running * ~~~~ *Mercy,Juno,Mei,Genji,and Jack all see Cassidy take off running clearly have a panic attack, seeing him just running past the hooks as if he knows where he's going* Genji: *runs after him*KUSO! CASSIDY!! Soldier 76: *runs after Cassidy as well* For the love of-!! COLE!! Juno, Mei and Mercy:*all go after Cassidy* Juno: What happened!? Mercy: Trauma! Juno: But why though!? Mei: Juno we'll talk about that later! Where did he go!? Mercy:* looks around and sighs softly finding Cassidy in a corner bring his knees close to his chest as he looked in shock* Genji:*sighs softly and approaches Cole only for Jack to stop him* Soldier 76: Don't...Who knows how he'll act...You never ever go to someone who have anxiety attack from something like... Mercy:*sighs and sits down in front of Cassidy* Cole... Cassidy:*doesn't say anything as he still has his ears covered with tears rolling down his face* Juno:...May I try? Mercy:...I sure... Mei: Juno... Juno: *walks over to Cassidy and sits down next to him as she doesn't do anything* Cole, if you want I can stay here with you will you be okay? Nod if yes shake if no... Cassidy:*nods* Juno:*smiles* Wonderful, now my friend can I take your hand so we leave together? It's okay if we don't I want to make sure your okay... Cassidy:*nods and looks at Juno* Juno:*smiles softly as she holds her hand out* Come along then and lets look at the ground okay. Cassidy:*takes her hand* *Juno smiles softly as she helps Cassidy up as they leave together slowly leaving the building together.* Mercy:*sighs softly* Winston has some explaining to do asking Cole to do a mission like this....

[bonefall]

Honestly, I'm falling in love with your characterization of Frostfur. Big battle scarred woman who loves her son-in-law and babies, outspoken advocate for Firestar, secret bastard of a medicine cat. She's so interesting and babygirl and I hope she gets a lil page about her like you have with Heartstar and Acorn Swoop~!

I'll end up giving her a summary later on, but I've been doing some sketches to get a better 'feeling' for her. Especially since her kittens are going to all become big players going forward, I want to make sure you can see a bit of her in the four of them;

[ID: Several iterations on BB!Frostfur. The one in the center is the oldest, with long belly fur and a long snout, labelled "Too long, too much muzzle, and too angy." In the top left corner, she is painting makeup onto Cloudtail, saying "I think red brings out the color of our eyes." Below that she is looking over her shoulder at you. Next is a headshot where her ear is cut off, and she starts to display the 'lip scar.' Then there's a guide to her various scars. Above that she is making bloodcones out of snow.]

SO enjoy this little babble on various free-form thoughts I'm having about her character;

I have enough snarky, assertive types in ThunderClan. I need someone who's more sweet and gentle to balance things out.

I ALSO noticed that Whitestorm and Cloudtail are large, fluffy, pure white cats. So I decided Frostfur works better as being short-furred.

The first sketch was based on her secret biofather Featherwhisker. I decided I don't want it to be so obvious, so the similarities became more subtle as time went on.

For example the shape of her head, and just a few droopy tufts.

There should be one scar that defines her above all others, so I decided that there's a slice from nose to chest, which nicked her lip open.

Her tooth is always poking out a little bit

Always looks 'friendly,' so I tried to channel a kitty cat who wants to play. Little muzzle, whiskers usually visible, big eyes

But don't let that fool you, she's a fantastic warrior, covered in scars to prove her mettle.

She's gone up against foxes, badgers, rogues, and has defended Sunningrocks many times. Bluestar trained her well, and no one can deny this.

I'm not sure when she's going to die, but in any case, she's not being "left behind" in TNP because she's too old and weak to travel. What the fuck was that, like sincerely

"Bye mom thanks for not slowing us down have fun starving to death" ??????

She either ends up in the Elder's Den for a while with Goldenflower, or dying in the WindClan Civil War

as a side note, she is not becoming deputy. I'm satisfied with the entire Firestar deputy plotline from Whitestorm to Longtail to Graystripe to Brambleclaw to Brackenfur. That's no longer open to shuffles, I cannot fit more into that drama.

However, she is totally eligible for a different high-ranking position! Cooking and Construction are still open. Cooking is kind of barren right now, actually, and it may be cute for her to train her daughter-in-law Sorreltail.

She also has at least two apprentices now. The first is either Runningwind or Mousefur (since Blue doesn't need an apprentice while she's leader and Redtail won't be mentoring his future mate's sister), and the second is Elderberry to ease her out of the nursery.

If neither Mouse and Run end up being her apprentices, then Tulipflight or Chestnutface might be. But she will be having 2 apprentices.

[justmochi]

sisters night

pairing :: eden x evelyn

word count :: 2.6k

synopsis :: eden and her sister spend some well-deserved time together

time :: october 11, 2023

warnings :: mentions of pregnancies and food

a/n :: instead of finishing the eunmin in busan series, i wrote this c:

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Eden pressed on the doorbell, waiting for her sister to open up. The girls had a lot of schedules after the Born Pink tour ended, but Eden was finally able to take a break and spend the rest of her sister's pregnancy with her.

The door opened, her lips curving upwards before being met with Evelyn. They both gasped at each other. It was the encore concert in Seoul that Eden last saw her sister and she was finally showing. The woman had leggings and a loose shirt on. It was finally starting to hit both of them that Evelyn was going to be a mother and Eden was going to be an aunt soon.

“Oh my god!” Eden slapped her hand to her mouth, almost dropping her overnight bag on the ground. Her belly was bigger and Evelyn was shocked to see her hair cut so short again.

“Your hair!” She reached forward to brush through the strands of her short blonde hair.

“Your belly!” Her sister moved out of the way, letting Eden grab her bag and get inside before shutting the door and locking it. “How many weeks are you now?”

“30 on Friday.” She sighed with her hands on her hips. “I know I’m the elephant in the room but don’t think I didn’t notice your hair.”

“Shut up.” Eden shook her head from side to side as her hair was so weightless and freeing. “We chopped it off yesterday. I forgot how much I like it short. So much easier to take care of.”

“Blonde’s your color.” She leans in, pressing a kiss to Eden’s cheek and brushing her hair away from her forehead. “Alright lil sis. Tell me, what did Noah put you up to?”

“Shush, he didn’t put me up to anything.” A lie. Evelyn guessed that much. “Okay, well he said he had a work trip and he felt bad for leaving you by yourself until he comes home. He didn’t want you to be alone overnight and I wanted to spend some time with my sister because I miss her a lot.”

“Isn’t he just adorable?” Evelyn opens her arms for a hug, laughing as Eden tries to embrace her awkwardly with her bump in the way. “He won’t let me drive, got me these cushion mats for my feet and a chair on wheels so when I do have to be in the kitchen, I can just sit and push myself from counter to counter. Also helps me in and out of the shower.”

“Sounds like he’s very protective.”

“Oh very protective. And sometimes that results in me getting irritated because I feel suffocated and then I feel bad.”

Eden pouts her lips, holding her wrists. “I’m sure he understands. This is your first pregnancy, after all. He just wants to make sure you’re taken care of.”

She nods slowly, knowing Eden is right. An idea pops up into her head. “Do you wanna see the nursery?”

“Oh god yes!”

Evelyn intertwines their hands, dragging her upstairs and to the room beside the master bedroom. When Eden catches a glimpse into the room, her jaw hangs open as she looks around. It appears cluttered but in the best way. She walked over to the crib that was pressed against the wall, running her fingers along the white wood. When she looked up, there was a mobile hanging from the ceiling decorated with felt leaves and clouds. Then she saw the Krunk plush sitting in the corner of the crib. The bear was pink and dressed as one of Eden’s signature outfits from their music video.

Eden chuckled, picking up the plush and smiling back at Evelyn who was leaning against the doorframe. “Really?”

“What? The baby is gonna have the girls from the biggest girl group in the world as their aunts. They’re gonna be a Blink before they even take their first breath.”

“Have you found out the gender yet? I wanna start buying stuff but have no idea what to get.”

“Only my doctor knows. We told her that we want to be completely surprised. That’s why the nursery looks so bland right now. I have different colored flowers for the mobile, sheets, curtains, all that fun stuff. I’m still debating if we should paint the walls. What do you think?”

Eden clicked her tongue before studying the room again. “You can always keep it white and add colored blankets, pictures, rugs, toys, clothing. You don't want there to be too much pink or blue. What if they rebel when they’re older and think it’s not cool to have their room painted this one color?”

“I guess you have a point. But look.” Evelyn waddled over to the changing table where she grabbed a mini projector. “I got this for a nightlight. You can’t see it now but it shows the northern lights!”

It was so clear in how Evelyn spoke and her eyes twinkled that she was really looking forward to motherhood. The thought she put into the nursery was only the start. Eden noticed how passionate and excited she was.

“It’s really cute. You guys have done a great

job so far.” Eden sets the bear down and takes a seat in the rocking chair in the corner. “Have you thought of any names yet? This chair is comfy.”

“I think I want to keep the E names going in the family. My choices for boys are Ellis, Elijah, and Ezra.

Eden tilts her head approvingly. “Nice, I like those.”

“Girls; Evangeline, Esther, and Elsie. But we’re having trouble coming up with Korean names that go well with them. I want them to have both.”

“Like us?”

“Like us.” Evelyn nods with a smile until she blows raspberries out her lips. “But I promised Noah that if it’s a boy, we can start the family chain of N names.”

“That’s fair enough. I love Evangeline so I’m crossing my fingers it’s a girl.”

“You and me both. I’m crossing my fingers, legs, trying to cross my toes but they’re so swollen these days.” She switches most of her weight onto another foot after being on the other for too long. “What did you have planned for today?”

Eden told her in advance that she made plans for them so she was all ready to go when she arrived. She stood up from the rocking chair with a devilish smirk. “It’s a surprise. You can’t know until we get there.”

“Do I need to bring anything?”

“Nope. Just yourself. You’ll love it, I promise.”

Evelyn loved surprises even though they made her anxious. The girls carried Eden’s bag to the guest bedroom, waiting for her sister by the front door. She had her purse and a jacket since it was starting to drop in temperature.

“Can you let me drive, please?” Evelyn folded her hands together, pleading.

“Is that safe? What will Noah say?”

“Noah isn’t going to find out.” She snatches the car keys from Eden to unlock it.

“Only if I can drive back!” She is already strutting to the car.

“Deal!”

Eden walks around to the driver's side, making sure Evelyn can get in without any trouble. She looks content being able to drive after it was forbidden months ago.

“You good?” Eden gave her a thumbs up while raising her eyebrows.

“Yup. Go ahead and get in. I just have to adjust the seat some.”

She complies, getting in on the passengers side and buckling herself in. They turn on the heat to warm up the car and find a radio station.

“Doesn’t this mean you’re gonna have to buy a ‘baby on board’ sticker?” Eden cracks a joke, watching as the woman starts to snort.

“Yup. Noah will probably buy a ‘student driver’ sticker just to be extra safe.”

“Pull in here… there it is!” Eden exclaims, pointing to the massage spa ahead.

“Shut up.”

“Surprise!” They get parked and grab all their things before locking up.

“What did you do?”

“You are getting a massage, Evie. Did you know prenatal massages were a thing?”

Evelyn chuckled, smiling as the two girls walked to the entrance with their arms locked. “Yes, Eden.”

“Well, I didn’t. The second I found out, I booked an appointment for you.”

“Please tell me you’re getting a massage, too.” She squeezed the girl's arm, looking at her like she was in trouble.

Eden hesitated before smiling. “Yes, I am. As of now, our girls' night has just begun.”

They get checked in and are called back in no time. Evelyn is on the other side of the dim room, getting comfortable on the table and lying on her side. They provide her with a body pillow to support her bump, and she looks like she is in complete bliss. They’re getting their massages done by two different people, but Eden lets her pick out the oils, sounds, and the overall ambience. She got distracted watching her sister lay down and she really hoped that this would at least help her in some way. If she’s in pain, she’s doing a good job of hiding it.

The young woman doing Eden’s massage shakes her from her thoughts, indicating her to lie on her stomach. She smiles awkwardly before doing so, letting her head fall into the face cradle.

As the massage proceeds, they both feel all their stresses and tension from the past year release. Her body has been worn down by being on tour for so many months, and she feels it right away when the woman applies pressure to her back. Eden can't even begin to imagine what her sister must feel like. So many things are happening to her body all at once, so she hopes this can provide a little relief. And when she hears Evelyn start to snore, her heart swells.

Eden holds the door open for her, joining at her side and locking their arms together.

Evelyn lets out a deep breath. “That was seriously so amazing. I think Muffin loved it as well.”

“Muffin?”

“It’s got a much nicer ring to it than ‘the baby’. I thought of it when the lady was massaging my belly.”

“It’s cute.” Eden takes the keys from her, helping her inside the car again before going to the other side. She starts the car and adjusts the seat and mirror. “Is there anything else you wanna do?”

“I love you and would love to stay out a while more, but I can’t stop peeing and we’re hungry.” She smiles and pats Eden on the shoulder. “Thank you for the massage.”

“What are you hungry for?”

She takes a minute to think before slouching in the seat. “I want a cheesy corn dog and a big order of tteokbokki.”

“Can you and Muffin handle the spice?” She looked at the woman with wide eyes. She’s never actually seen her sister eat since she got pregnant, so she’s quite excited to see how this plays out.

“I love spice. Just thinking about the cheese melting on top–“Evelyn moans, throwing her head back. “Sorry. Pregnancy cravings. Muffin loves it too. They do a little dance whenever I eat something spicy.”

“Corn dogs and cheesy tteokbokki it is.” She was determined to get her sister whatever she wanted to eat if it meant she could finally see the baby kick.

They were gonna make it at home but Evelyn changed her mind last second and ordered takeout. She wanted to teach her sister how to cook but she was too exhausted for that today.

There were three orders of tteokbokki. One for Eden and the other two for Evelyn. The corn dogs were doubled, and it was hard to believe that she could eat that much on her own, despite the baby growing in her stomach. Eden had a little of hers left and she planned on saving it for later. She watched Evelyn in disbelief as she was on her second bowl, almost half of it gone when she tapped out.

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m gonna come back for more in like two hours.” She rolled her eyes, wiping her mouth and rubbing her hand back and forth on her belly.

The girls got ready for bed and Eden joined her in her bedroom as they started a drama they had been hearing all about recently. When they finished the first episode, they both started laughing uncontrollably when seeing the still frame and OST start playing.

“Those will never get old.” Evelyn holds her chest from laughing too hard and they start the next episode.

Eden got up momentarily to take off the sheet mask she had on before Evelyn starts calling for her. She panics and her heart drops, letting the mask fall to the bathroom floor and nearly falling on her face when she turns to see her sister. Her sleep shirt is lifted to reveal her belly and she has the biggest smile on her face. “Eden quick! Hurry, Muffin is kicking!”

Eden lets out the biggest sigh of relief, having to catch her breath from almost going into panic mode. “Don’t do that. You scared me.” She plops down onto the bed on her stomach, using her elbows to support her as she looks between Evelyn’s face and her belly.

“Hold on, I just have to give her a few pokes.” She massages her tummy, tapping her fingers where the kick was last seen.

“You want to have a girl so bad, don’t you?”

“Of course I do. I want a mini me.”

“Maybe if we keep speaking it out into ex-” Eden stops when she sees her belly bulge in one spot. She gasps, widening her eyes as the baby kicks a second time, except it's a tiny movement. “Oh my god.”

“See? She loves spicy food.” Evelyn grabs her hand, placing it on her bump and moving it around to encourage more kicks.

A minute goes by and Eden starts to think the baby does not like her because as soon as her palm met her stomach, everything stopped.

“Don’t worry. She was a little shy with her dad at first too. Give her a minute to warm up.” She reassures the girl, keeping her hand where it is while she poked the spaces between her fingers. “Muffin, say hi to your aunt. Y’know, the aunt who’s a global sensation and I play her music around the house all the time. She’s gonna spoil you no matter what I say and she’s gonna be your best friend–besides me and dad.”

Eden tries to keep her lips from quivering as she speaks and hoping they’ll become less shy from her words. She waits a few more seconds until she feels a tiny, bashful kick against her palm. She gasps and her eyes twinkle.

“See? Just a shy, little Blink.”

Eden giggles, poking at different spots on Evelyn’s tummy to see if she can get any more kicks. There were moments they’d get a tiny push, much bigger than the last and in longer stretches of time until they started paying attention to the drama.

Eden found it hard to focus on the drama, so when scenes came on with characters she didn’t really care for, her attention turned to her sister's bump. She smiled to herself and held herself back from tapping on her belly. “So the first thing I need to do when I go home is make a cd of all our unreleased music. She’s gonna know all our fan chants before she comes out.”

Evelyn snorts, covering her mouth. “I’ll send you pictures with her holding the hammer.”

[kevingotabigasschin]

Love how at the end of this episode he legit got bullied by the other enforcers for failing a mission and he's just sitting there like "don't talk to me I'm angy."

They're just teasing him and s**t and it's cute how this big ass man is pouting like a lil toddler who was just sent to the corner for throwing a tantrum.

[seiwas]

sel hi darling how are you !! for your sleepover , today was a bit of a stressful day at work but i am seeing my friend for her birthday dinner today and im really excited to dress up !! the weather is very yucky tho :( how was your day, lovely ? sending you the warmest hugs ໒꒰ྀི ˶• ༝ •˶ ꒱ྀི১₊˚⊹♡

if you want some questions to answer <3 what are the subtle ways satoru and bakugo who their love towards you? and do you have any holiday traditions? seeing that christmas is just around the corner !

angie baby!!! my angiel!!! 🥺 welcome to the sleepover ✨

i’m doing good!! am happy you can unwind and dress up with your friend despite a really stressful day!! am currently writing away so i can finish col 4!! but my day’s been good 🥹 went to the gym, got some work done, baked a little too!!

and subtle affections oh you really know the way to my heart!! 🥺 despite satoru being a lil silly sometimes (all the time), i actually think he’s rlly attentive!! and conscious of everything!! i think he can easily pick up if i’m uncomfortable in social situations & tries hard to divert attention away from me (and on him instead) if that makes sense 🥺

for bakugo it’s kind of similar in that he’s really attentive too 🥺 and i think he’s big on acts of service a lot!! he always fills up my water bottle before i go to bed bc he knows it’s the first thing i reach for in the morning 🥺

holiday traditions!!! none really i think, besides the typical holiday eating and gift-giving 🤧 am excited for the time i get to make my own holiday traditions tho!

wbu angie bb? how do rinnie and sugu show their love for you? and what are you looking forward to the most this holiday season?

join the sleepover!! send in anything—a question, a story, dreams, recs, tips and tricks, and more!!

[mathmusicninja]

I'm in the middle of re-reading Wow, What a Coincidence, and I noticed a little detail that made me smile.

In the prologue, '03 Mikey cheers Don on when the latter first reveals the portal sticks:

Most of his audience clapped politely, but Mike gave a holler, “Wahoo! That’s my brother! You go, Don!” as if they were at some kind of public convention hall instead of their quiet little corner of an abandoned subway station that they called home.

Later in chapter 20, during their training with the Bigs, I noticed Lee cheering on Angie in a similar manner:

“YEAH, THAT’S MY BRO!” Lee shouted, jumping up and pounding Angie on the shell. “You didn’t tell us you know the Jupiter Jim Nerve Pinch!”

Another example I found in the same chapter has 2012 Mikey cheering on '12 Donnie in a similar way.

“YEAH GO DONNIE!” Mikey cheered from the sidelines. “YOOOO THAT’S MY BROTHEEEEER!!”

Just a fun lil' similarity I noticed between the Mikey's + Lee I noticed. I don't know if it was purposeful or not, but I wanted to point it out. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I love this fic so very much. All the kudos and love to you. <3

Akskdjdjs was not intentional no but now that you mention it, it makes perfect sense XD thank you!! This was seriously such a fun pick-me-up after a long day at work <333

[thesadboy]

Buncha Little Macs! Honestly I initially wasn’t a big fan of SugarMac, having been more on the MarbleMac side, but that couple grew on me because of how wholesome they are TvT That and how the episodes about their relationship have some fairly solid advice on romantic relationships (ie, the whole “small gestures of love are good too” in Hard to Say Anything)

I actually kinda like the design for their canon kid, but the rumored name of “Big Sugar”??? Ehhh not so much haha. So in my next gen, his name is Sweet Apple while his brother there on the upper right (who’s the middle child) is Piney Apple and his sister there on the upper left (who’s the youngest) is Red "Angie" Anjou.

Also for MarbleMac, I’m wondering which direction I’ll take that ship in (polyamory? divorce? Marble moves on? who knows)

Some more info below👇

Sweet Apple was always fascinated with his dad's yoke and would always beg to wear it since he felt it would "make him a big boy." Big Mac told him that once he was strong enough to carry it around for a day, then he could wear it. As you can see here, he did manage to do just that :^)

Each of them have their own nicknames for their paternal aunts. Sweet Apple calls Applejack “Auntie Jacki” and Apple Boom “Auntie Bloomy”. Piney calls Applejack “Aunt AJ” and Apple Bloom “Auntie AB”. Angie calls Applejack “Auntie Jack-jack” and Apple Bloom “Aunt Blooms”.

Angie was named after a type of pear as Big Mac's attempt to connect better with his maternal family. After he and his sisters got to properly know Grand Pear, they met the rest of their Pear relatives, including their maternal grandmother Cinnamon Pear (this is an actual character who appeared in Perfect Pear btw, I'm one of those who headcanon her as being Pear Butter's mother). Cinnamon Pear was even the one who suggested her name, while discussing potental baby names with Big Mac and Sugar Belle (Sugar Belle was pregnant with Sweet Apple at this time).

Of the siblings, Sweet Apple’s the only one who got to meet Granny Smith and Grand Pear :,)

When they were little and told that they would have another sibling, Sweet Apple was excited to be a big brother again while Piney wasn't since he still wanted to be the baby. Though Piney's dislike of the idea was forgotten for awhile when he and Sweet Apple had a bet on whether their sibling would be an earth pony like them or a unicorn like their mom.

Sweet Apple is best friends with Lil Cheese and the two of them often spend time together in Sugarcube corner, which is convenient since Sugar Belle delivers her sweets there whenever she can.

The kids adore their maternal aunt, Fizzlepop Berrytwist aka Tempest Shadow (I like the headcanon that Tempest is Sugar Belle’s older sister who ran away before she was born since it makes for great angst material). “Auntie Fizzy” (only the kids can call her that) loves the kids but she’s awkward around them, lol.

Angie’s enrolled in the School of Friendship, which is where she wanted to study ever since she’s heard about it. Her Auntie Jack-jack even helped convince her parents to enroll her there. She’s noted to be really active in various clubs and extracurriculars but struggles a bit with her grades.

Like his mother, Sweet Apple is interested in baking and alongside his best friend, they apprenticed under the Cakes to learn all the best recipes. Currently, Sweet Apple’s planning on going to college and taking a culinary course.

Piney’s the only one of them who doesn’t have a cutie mark yet, something that he’s insecure about.

Angie often listened to stories from Sugar Belle about Starlight Glimmer and while her brothers don’t think too positively of her (Sweet Apple is scared of her while Piney is wary and always onguard when she’s near), she can’t help but be intrigued with her. She wants to know what the road to villainy then reformation is like and whether powerful magic might have a correlation to emotional instability. It’s this fascination with the Headmare that was part of her reason for wanting to go to the School of Friendship.

Piney struggles a bit with middle child syndrome, mainly feeling that he doesn't have anything great going for him like his siblings.