#but i really like this guy and wanted to doodle em

[palossssssand]

Osmosis jones doodles that I’ve been hoarding for literal years for no reason

[ghostbredtt]

sketches doodles useless thingies

sorry guys I'm dead summer finally killed me so baii 😁

[sysig]

Employee 416, with varying levels of bumpscocity (Patreon)

[goldiipond]

pride month is great for art becuase i have soo many ideas and a whole month to draw them! this doesn’t mean i will draw them but the amount of time i have to think about it is nice

[size-two-shrimp]

At 100 followers I'll post baby fish pics.

[l-inator]

He's a walking monotone vocoder. If he's got a hand on his voice bar, you're sure to get a piece of his mind.

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ tommy gets jealous | oneshot

♡ fandom; Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003/2006)

♡ characters; Thomas Hewitt

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡cw; mentions of kidnapping and violence, don’t date people who want to slash you irl not a good foundation for a relationship

♡notes; I put on my big boy panties and wrote something other than a bulleted list!!

I just love a good “i trust you but i sure as fuck don’t trust anybody else” type jealously trope. Also some Tommy doing ASL!! We love a (selectively?) mute king.

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

You were an oblivious person. Most of the time, anyways. You’d been totally shocked when Luda Mae didn’t let you leave the night you arrived at the Hewitt house, totally shocked when Charlie told you Thomas was obsessed with you, and more surprised still that Charlie had been right.

You weren’t stupid— you put two and two together that these folks were cannibals as soon as you saw the basement. You nearly talked Monty into letting you go, and you slipped your restraints a couple times before you were settled in. You’d done well in school and still could read a book in one sitting.

Maybe… socially inept was a better word, harsh as it sounded. It was only people that you had a such a hard time with. You trusted them, but you could almost never wrap your head around what they were thinking.

Like the customers that stayed too long . It happened a lot. Bikers and tourists and all sorts of folks would stop in when you were working in the convenience store, and usually more than once a day a man would stay leaned on the counter, chatting away until his buddies were about to leave him. Sometimes they’d be alone, and Luda would give you a break early and they’d go off looking all huffy.

It very rarely occurred to you that the men were trying to flirt. You didn’t think of yourself as someone that happened to- and treated all customers the same. Why would they think you wanted to bang em when all you did was smile? Being nice was part of your job.

Luda Mae payed no mind to the men or your conversations. If there’d been any cause for concern, she’d be able to quash it very easily. But she found it endearing, especially your confusion and apathy when they did get balls enough to be blunt . In her mind you were so devoted to Thomas that other men were just nuisances.

That’s why no one had mentioned it to Thomas. He rarely came up to help now that you were there to help Luda Mae, but today there was extra stock, and her joints had been aching from the weather. You were on register, Luda Mae relaxed in a rocker on the porch, and Tommy stalked the aisles and put out trinkets and canned food and all the other junk you sold. You were trying not to go distract him and stood leaned over the counter, doodling on some scrap paper between customers.

“Well hello darlin,” A man drawled, hands on his belt buckle. He was trying too hard to be a real Texan, but he wasn’t from up North like you. “You got any cigarettes back there?”

“Sure do! Let’s see… got Camels, Lucky Strike- I really like these ones, the Salems, they’re menthol-“

“You look too sweet to smoke. I’ll take the Camels,”

“Well, only do it on special occasions,” you shrugged, not paying much attention as Thomas stalked towards the front “Anything else?”

“Well. That depends.”

“On?”

“If you’re free or not tonight.”

You blinked, then furrowed your brow “You tryna ask me out?”

“Well I- oho shit!” The man laughed uncomfortably as he noticed Thomas right behind him “You scared me there big guy-“

He huffed and slunk behind the counter as the man nervously tried to get back on topic “Anyways… ahem…so about that date-?”

You huffed and out a hand on your hip “Well, depends?”

He perked up a bit “On what?”

“If you can beat my boyfriend in a fight.” On cue Thomas wrapped his arms around you from behind, growling as he hooked his chin on your head.

The man quickly turned tail and mumbled something about being out of practice, forgetting the cigarettes completely. You could feel Tommy relax and turned to let him pick you up and set you on the counter. Even then you weren’t eye to eye with the giant of a man…but it was closer, and you liked feeling tiny anyway.

“…hi baby.” You cooed and loosely wrapped your arms around his neck. He huffed and nuzzled you, as he often did as a form of reassurance. You giggled and pecked his mask “Annoying, right?”

He nodded and scowled, keeping his grip tight on your hips

“…what’s wrong?”

He hesitated but pulled back to sign ‘Mine. All mine. Right?’

You giggled again “Of course! All yours- always.”

He smiled softly- the sort of expression only you could coax out of him ‘Always’

[justice-artblog]

Had a vivid thought

Prior to his current friends, Saiki's room is painstakingly bare. No pictures, Books of the most normal things including obscure stories, his bed is only made for comfort but no fun. His TV is standard, his desk having no noticeable scratches or morks or doodles.

And the first time any of his friends head up to his room, it's clocked in how bare bones everything is. As if the Saiki was ready to drop and move at a moments notice sort of deal.

And of course they go to remedy that.

Kaidou brings in old games for Saiki to play, lending him his consol time to time. It's also a perfect excuse to join him to play games. Saiki seems to know everything before even playing, but it's about the fun more than the story!

Nendou brings different books and manga's to Saiki's home, replacing some of the math and history books with books about random animal facts, one scary book, and a particularly raunchy one that Saiki immediately throws back in his bag.

Kuboyasu coming in with Plushies galore cause he has ZERO idea what to get his homie. But normies like these soft plushies, so clearly Saiki would adore them! Except he gets the weirdest ones, little guys that are very creepy but Kusuo has stashed up on the corner of his bed.

And slowly his room is filled with life that was sorely missing.

Teruhashi stashes cuter plushies alongside Kuboyasu, in order to not overwhelm Saiki with a lot, they have agreed to limit the amount they get and the size. They both pitch in to get a giant sitting pkushie on the floor that you could flop over

Chiyo and Mera tag team in pictures, decorating the frames and taking random pics of Siaki or their friends to hang up on the wall or placs on his desk. They get a pin board to pin up the photos.

Toritsuka absolutely hides magazines under Saiki's bed. The first time Saiki finds em he really wants to murder Reita, but it's actually one of the sweets magazines and none of his horndog ways. So he lets him live... For now.

Aiura stashes beads and Kandi everywhere, she has absolutely bedazzled Kusuo's lamp.

Akechi slips in movies of all kinds, detective ones where Kusuo needs to pay attention and purposefully thinking up of Random Babble so he doesnt accidentally spoil the psychic.

Saiko goes above and beyond and buys Siaki a new bed. He does check in with the other Plebians to make sure it... Ya know... Fits. It's so comfy and the new comforters are still plain in design

He does also buy a little cat house for Amp outdoors cause they all know that the cat is something Saiki secretely adores even if he doesnt outwardly show it.

Yuuta probably leaves Cyborg Cider man action figures scattered around the room every once in awhile, And Saiki has to meticulously clean them and display them so that Yuuta doesnt forget about them next times he's over.

Like i just want one moment where Saiki is there, laying down in bed, playing on the borrowed Switch with a plushie behind his head instead of a pillow and just the the realization that his room is not a room anymore. It's his room.

[404-mind-not-found]

Drawing some Henrys and Charlies together because I wanted to try it out! :D

This was not supposed to take as long as it did TvT

The canon version (from the games)! It's weird with these two, because we technically don't have a sprite for Henry (unless you think he's Desk Man) and the one we have of Charlie is greyscale, so that's why the colours are different. I really hope they get some of the spotlight in a future game or book!

My version! You can kind of tell which parts of the encyclopedia design I based it on and what parts were original. I really like their outfits here, I think they're super cute and stylish!! :D But they also have that blank stare going on kjsdas

@north-noire's AU! I love this AU. I've drawn this version of Charlie and Henry both only once or twice before, and they weren't even properly together! But despite this I love seeing them together in all the art pieces and excerpts from Hidden Hands.

@horrorfcb's AU! I honestly don't know too much about Happy Days but I LOVE seeing the cute little doodles popping up in the character tags, honestly ate and left no crumbs. I also drew them with the cartoony faces because I love 'em!

@nachosforfree's AU! Aka some of the funniest stuff I see on here with an awesome art style. Love the silly guys doing stuff!! I also just noticed that all of the Henrys here are wearing orange TvT It's kind of funny actually

I'm not taking requests and I'm probably not making any more of these anytime soon because this actually took so long I don't understand how X'D but I don't regret it, I love seeing these two together, and it was worth seeing a bunch of different ones together!! There were a few more I had in mind that I just did not have the energy for, but oh well ^^"

Go check out some of these people btw!!!

[teaabexx]

BEN DROWNED HCS !!

No nsfw

He listens to that gegagedigedo song from TikTok

Either that or you find him in his room listening to icewhore and— 🤫🧏🏼‍♂️.

Idk why but I think he'd love to have those cute matching bracelets with the hello kitty/spiderman beads.

He likes matching bracelets.

YES

please don't kill me but

CONVERSE. SAGE GREEN CONVERSE OR WHATEVER THE COLOR'S NAME IS BUT YES HE WEARS THEM

he also has another pair of Converse but y'know, the one all damaged but decorated with little words, little doodles and everything he wants to add on it.

Totally into photography. Trying to make ''aesthetic'' picture like this:

he likes rocks too. Like actual rocks and he names them. (He named one Megatron)

I think, if he ever finds a lover, his love language would be sharing food and physical touch.

bird

i don't think he's emo tbh. A grunge aesthetic fits him more, or even a cybercore aes would be better.

OUUHH MATCHING NAILS !! BLACK AND GREEN YEAHHH !!

When he plays video games, he's either playing games like Roblox, or resident evil. No in between.

Not Zelda tho. Bro died because one of em

OH HE'S THE TYPE OF GUY TO SAY SHIT LIKE

''bro think he did something 💀🙏🏼''

''PLUH 🗣️🗣️''

''CAN I PET THAT DAWWG"

''erm what the flip ? 🤨🙄''

I personally believe that he's a nerd but like, he's smart okay ? Idc he's SUPER smart. Not the type of nerd that annoys everyone. The quiet, cool nerd.

I'm not sure about this one but I don't think he's actually scared of water. Like, maybe if it's a lake, the sea etc he might freak out but if it's just rain, a shower or something like that it's fine.

I honestly don't see him as a horny/pervert guy. Maybe flirty, cheesy, corny guy but not- *that*.

Oh btw I made a Spotify playlist about the songs I think he would listen to :)

Really short but yeah lack of inspiration okay?

[prncssie]

hiiii it's my birthday and I was wondering if I could get a birthday hobie x reader?

hi pumpkin! first off, happy late birthday i hope you had sooooo much fun. so sorry i couldn’t get this to you on your actually birthday. i wanted to, promise! i just had a lot to do but here you go <3 celebrating your birthday w hobie. i’m hoping this makes it through tumblr bc my last drabble about rengoku is not showing up on the dash but it’s on my acc if you’re interested — hoping this is what you wanted | mdni, black fem coded reader, unedited

birthdays came up early in your relationship with hobie, especially considering his came a few months before yours. you found out rather quickly that he’s not a big fan of making the day a holiday.

of course, he’ll smile and plant a sweet a kiss on your two-toned lips when you, eventually, pull a tiny, gift wrapped gift out hidden — somewhere new every time — and set it in his hands. you do it every time, even hen he says he doesn’t want a single thing, and it’s always a relatively cheap gift so he doesn’t make a fuss about it. last year, it was a little necklace set from hot topic, modeled after the coraline movie’s stone and key — only $7.95 and thankfully, on sale.

however, your birthdays are different.

they’re important to you and therefore, important to hobie. he cherishes them, staying away from your affection all day while he prepares his boathouse for your arrival. he’ll get balloons and candles for mood lighting, he’ll go to the grocery store and pocket a box of cake mix and whipped icing, he’ll use the sprinkles from the night before. hobie will even chop up fruit and melt chocolate to dip them in later, following the creamy pasta he’s cooked for dinner just in case you didn’t feel like indulging in something as sweet as cake, that night.

that’s not dessert though. the real dessert comes after cuddling on the couch and soaking in the praises that fall from your lips between kisses until your lips are swollen and sheened with saliva. every year, he takes your hand and leads you to his bedroom, where he forces you to close your eyes upon stepping through the door way. you can’t know where his hiding space is. you’re too curious and would end up investigating it in secret later on.

this year, hobie managed to get you the demonia camel-311’s. how he had gotten him through his unconventional methods is unknown to you but you don’t ask, too busy fawning over the smooth, vegan suede beneath your fingertips.

“oh my god, hobie. what the hell?” you say, seated on the end up his disheveled bed, eyes round in grateful astonishment.

hobie’s has always been . . . clean but not tidy. he knows where everything is and you understand that he has a system. the random stacks of albums littered around the room never bothered you, nor did single wall covered with painted doodles parallel to the bed you sit on.

“you like em’, bug?” he drawls, showcasing his prideful smile full of teeth as he watches you go through the motions to react to his grand gift. “i’m mates with this guy who sells em’. looks like something you’d like.” hobie doesn’t bring up the deal he made to do some manual labor instead of paying such a pretty penny for these shoes.

you head rise and falls in a little nod and you set the shoes on the floor, reaching inside to pull out the brown-gray stuffing paper to keep the molding of the shoes.

this persists for a while, your gushing and prattling over the platform boots, warm and perfect for the winter. it’s all a routine part of the night, something you’ve expected — not because you knew what gift he was going to get you, but because he always gets you material gift before and something a little more after.

the after is what you both know you’re really looking forward to, after all the events that slowly passed throughout the night.

“oh my god, hobie!” it’s the same words from earlier but this time, said so much differently. it’s whiney, airy, and provocative. you can’t help it, the sound forced out of your mouth with each snug smack of hobie’s heavy balls against the brown globes of your ass, part of which glisten with the watery cream of your past two orgasms.

hobie plucks your hand slotted against the soft outlines of his abdominal muscles on his stomach. he grins, strained, and rests your palm against his chubby lips. “you g - got it, pretty.” he mumbled into the warm skin of her hands, words muffled on their way to your ears, not that you’re paying attention anyway. “ ‘s your dick, yeah?”

anything he says just comes across as faint buzzing humming in your head. your legs have begun to shake and twitch, muscles stretched and pushed up to your ears. your cunt is on full display, in its brown and chubby glory, squeezing around the length of hobie’s cock with the intent to milk him dry.

your back has long begun to arch off the soft mattress with a balled hand repeatedly making soft contact with his shoulder. you’re struggling to withstand it, writhing beneath his hold. you’re sure you would have wiggled away and up the bed had he not had you anchored in his grip. you’re struggling but you love it, finding yourself delirious with the lust that comes with being fucked within an inch of your life.

“can’t,” you hiccup, tugging at your hand encapsulated by his. you want to draw it back and push him some more but he won’t let you, overpowering your strength with his own. tears form in the outer corners of your eyes and roll down the sides of your face.

you’re rewarded with a firm smack on the chub on your round butt, leaving a stinging sizzle that has you jolting with a gasp. another wave of waterworks comes forward in your eyes. you want to sob but the ability is ripped away when hobie digs his fingers into your mouth, as many as he can until no more can fit and drool is pooling out the corners.

“you’re, god, lyin’, pet. hate that,” he pauses, pressed entirely into your sopping wet cunt, eyeing you with disdain. his fingers press against your soft tongue, eliciting more drool to pull in your mouth. he tilts his head at the sight of you, twitching and eyes blown out.

he can still feel your pussy pulsing greedily, begging for more, and he chuckles, pulling his slob covered fingers out your mouth and taking ahold of your thighs again. “you always say that but you didn’t use your safe word so i know you’re lyin’.”

you sort of just warble, feet dangling in the air. your toes, painted a pretty pink gel polish, curl and straighten with each movement hobie makes, even if it’s just him leaning forward.

“gonna tell me i’m wrong?” hobie’s voice drops into a whisper. he’s close enough for his lips to skim across your cheek, breath warming the surface of your skin.

he’s pleased to see a small shake of your head. “no,” you’re telling him wordlessly, round eyes staring right into his more slanted ones. you’re lucky he’s considered being sweeter on such a day of celebration.

“no? then you’re gonna quit your whinnin’, right?” his hand comes to plant on the round crest of your head, flattening your scalp, frizzy due to the physical activity he’s put you through.

your leg goes to circle around his slim waist, locking his body to yours. “mhm . . . ‘m sorry, ‘bie.” you’re much softer now, more pliant without the constant push and pull inside your sensitive cunt. your circle your hands around his cheeks, brushing your thumb across the smooth, seal brown skin across his face.

the corners of his mouths lift; he finalizes your gentleness with a sloppy kiss on your mouth, wrapping his tongue around yours and sucking it into his mouth. there is stringy saliva connecting the two of you. his hand atop your head serves its purpose when hobie finally begins to move again, thrusting deep in your cunt. it keeps you right where he wants you despite your wriggling.

his other hand supports his weight, jumbling the sheets between his fingers. his head falls onto the bed beside yours and you have a front row seat to the groans and pants he exudes, lost in your body.

every year when your birthday comes around, hobie picks you up, bring you to his house, and showers you in love and affection throughout the night. he makes dinner, lights your birthday candles, and watches any movies of your choice.

every year, he surprises you with a gift he had planned for months and pulls it from his super secret hiding spot. he soaks in your flattery with a grin until you’re done and putting the new gift to use.

and every year, you both wrestle in the sheets, naked bodies connected at the most intimate parts as the air grows thick and heavy with lust. he kisses you through your whines and cries, forcing blinding white orgasms out your body until you’re exhausted and tapping out.

[libbytwq]

NOTEBOOK SKETCH DUMP!!!

man i have not posted much art recently now have i, so heres a shit ton of doodles i be drawing during class lol

under cut cuz theres a good bit of em

Starting off with a doodle of SMGL:E, ofc ofc

My two sonas, Libby and Lore

angst and lore, + short hair smgl:e :)

SHORT HAIR SMGL:E !!! maybe this should be a permanant thing

smgl:e and tsb are really goin thru it huh ( @tiredsmashbros )

(the text reads "characters who have been isekai'd into the Mushroom Kingdom, have powers they can barely control, have crushes on characters associated with some shade of blue, a complicated and tense relationship with a shady character from their home world, are mildly disliked by SMG4, and simply just want the horrors to stop")

uh uh ignatius we all love them right /sarc

man tsb is shipped with a lot of fellers huh (no pipedream kill that guy /silly) (ft @strange0-0storm 's lil guy SMG8, but like a reallyyy small doodle of him)

(first panel just labels the three TSB ships, TSari, TSMG4, and TS8)

second panel:

SMGL:E: you are a whore

TSB: huh?!

SMGL:E gettin a check up from the horse doctor :3 ( @its-a-me-mango )

text:

Mango: HOW DO I EXAMINE YOU. YOU ARE AN ANOMALY.

SMGL:E: hors ie

this stupid bug (tsb) cant leave my head in case that wasnt clear (/pos /aff) so heres some tsmg4 🙇

ok thats all of them bye weeee

[fanofthelamb]

u know i was gonna make a whole big comic about narinder's first impression of the goat and it going horribly (and ending with him dying) but.... i really aint about to finish that comic ngl idc i cant get it to go how i want """""orz

so let me just type some junk out instead!! (with some doodles and described gore + mentions & depiction of self harm and suicide reader beware)

1) narinder's chains can only be summoned from the floor 2) the floor can be anything (even walls) as long as he can plant his feet on em

3) he can and will use the chains he summons in his curses to travel around if he has the fervor to

4) the lamb is allowed to treat him like shit bc he feels guilty. he may be kind enough to not kill the other cultists(except pigs), but even that has a limit. the goat is no cultist and he certainly isnt the lamb. narinder will happily fucking maul him.

5) goat is a bit of an asshole. and NOT in an endearing way. he abuses his powers a lot but he also listens when cultists tell him he's crossed a line. he WILL try to make it up to u if he goes too far, except if ur a bishop. if u are u can honestly go get fucked in his opinion.

6)lute suit canon. ( @paintpaintpaintman)

7) he makes fun of and talks shit to all of the bishops a lot for falling to the lamb and having their crowns stolen by them. he will happily fight ANY of them,, Except Kallamar. That guy is huge.

8) Narinder does a FULL heart of damage when fighting, not just half. Same goes to the other bishops, the goat, and the lamb.

9) lamb and goat might fight a lot but they consider each other friends. Narinder considers the goat his enemy. narinder WILL maul the goat even at the cost of his own life. the goat a tiny bit scared of him for it. he also finds out the hard way narinder has a thing where he rips people's face off with his teeth.

10) narinder has absolutely NO fear in killing/maiming himself if he feels it necessary to complete a goal. none. zero. zip. absolutely not afraid of dying because he knows the lamb will always brings him back. (may we not forget this man grew up in the valley he is no stranger to agony)

anyway ya das it. i hope u like the shitty doodles bc i cannot physically complete this comic even tho i really wanted to. i was so into it i literally forgot to sleep LOL (SORRY RUE ILY/p)

so ya the goat is extra mean to the bishops and is a lil soft on the cultists but is an all around prick that absolutely deserves to get his ass kicked sometimes(and nari happily takes care of that responsibility). he at least gets along w/ everyone besides the bishops... it'll be very fun writing these two me thinks.

I HOPE DAT MADE SENSE IM SO FUCKING TIRED IMMA GO EAT SUM CERAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[callmeend]

Heya!

I loved your Space Alien Captain Poppy

Idea!

Can you do more Dandy's World concepts?

And maybe tell more about your Poppy Redesign, like her story, and maybe tell how she met boxten!

((Maybe Boxten could be like Poppy's shy, robot buddy!)

GARRRR omg guys yay I love to talk about stuff like this!!

Thanks for liking my space captain! Tho she’s no alien, only her pet is! She made him in a lab while studying water!! I’ve never named it yet, hopefully people can come up with names

Concepts would be nice!! But these are simply my reference sheets for when I doodle!! I’m trying to nail the faces but I guess concepts that makes more sense

I really wanted the commons to get more depth! So I made her a space captain!!

Poppy’s story? Well, She rules ships in space, being optimistic and always excited about adventure and battles, but won’t take losing as an option, giving her a flaw of being a sour loser and holding grudges over small games

(I personally think all the toons should have a relatable “flaw”, [Dandy wants it all, boxten can’t stand up for himself/stays quiet, Razzle and dazzle would be indecisive, just ideas] so children *in the canon* can learn that it’s okay to make mistakes and learn and grow from them!)

Her ship crashed during a expedition but she didn’t have the material to fix it, leaving her to look for it, instead she accidentally breaking into the gardenview, meeting the current cast there! (Including boxten!)

But instead of fighting, she decided to stay and help spread laughter around that world!

(Yes, I know that the toons are actually delivered, but what child would stay for that story?!)

“I never wanted to harm the world..” (Stage 2 Poppy, I WILL make a reference on this, glisten is an example of stage 2!)

Twisted Poppy will be a static Twisted, since she is literally liquid, her whole body is made from ichor (BLUSHCRUNCH THIS IS A WASTED THING COMEON) working a little like Rodger, having to shoot (a blast) in a range to take a heart from a toon (stepping in the ichor puddle will actually her!)

Her blaster without being twisted is a Water gun!

(I really like the boxten idea, but I’m sorry to say I probably won’t use it </3)

“Woah that’s a lot of words, too bad I ain’t reading em” -average tumblr user

All the small things you don’t have to read I’m sorry this stuff makes me happy!!!

Thanks for reading :)!!!!

[osleeplessflowero]

Late Night Walk

Oneshot Masterpost (for more Neighborhood AU!)

The sound of the air conditioner in your room seems to be all you can focus on, brows furrowed in frustration as you glare at the ceiling like it insulted your favorite guardian figure. You'd tried everything to prevent this, yet here you are..having another sleepless night, your thoughts racing around your head like cars on a track. Eventually your anger gets the better of you and you sit up, tossing your covers aside and grabbing a thin jacket from your closet on your way outside. You'll just wear yourself out, that'll do it.

The differently colored houses of your neighborhood greet you once you open the door, each one fitting a different duo of skeletal brothers from vastly different universes. Yours, Fell, Swap, Swapfell, Horror..the list goes on. Naturally, all the lights are off apart from the streetlights since it's insanely late. Nothing out of the ordinary there. However, there is still something, or rather someone standing on his front porch, who perks up when he sees you walk out and lock your door behind you.

You shoot him a wave and a smile as he stands, grabbing his skateboard from off the side of the porch and skating right across the street to reach you. Once he gets in your yard he stops, holding it under one of his arms as he finally manages to stand in front of you.

"hey, you. what'cha doin' up this late? that's my job, i'm the tired one." His voice is low and raspy as he jokes, earning a nudge from you as you check the time on your phone.

"I couldn't sleep. My brain's doing the thing again." You sigh, rubbing your tired eyes as he lets out a hum of understanding. "So, I figured I'd go out for a walk..didn't expect to see you out here. You wanna go with?"

You offer, silently hoping he'll say yes. The city can be dangerous at this hour if you run into the wrong crowds, and you didn't really want to test your encounter luck tonight.

"yeah, sure, why not? i've been up a while, stayed late at stretch's place to hang out. he fell asleep first, so he's gonna wake up with a face covered in marker doodles." You both start walking as he begins to talk, Rus putting his skateboard down to slowly roll beside you, making sure not to go too fast for you to keep up with.

You let out a laugh at the idea. "Dude, he's gonna kill you."

"he can try all he wants, but it didn't work the last five times." He grins smugly, earning an eye roll from you as you shake your head. These two have always been such troublemakers..they fit together like puzzle pieces despite how they look from an outsider's perspective.

"You're a mess."

"i know." He smiles, keeping his hands in his pockets as you both walk along the sidewalk. "but that's what makes me so great, right?"

"Something like that." You smile, looking up at the still-moonlit sky. He grins at the fact you didn't deny it, letting out a chuckle in reply.

"Well, I guess one good thing came out of my brain refusing to shut up." You look over at him, watching with an amused smile as he tilts his head in curiosity.

"yeah? what's that?"

"I get to hang out with one of my favorite guys." You smile fondly, catching him off guard. His cheekbones flush for a brief second before he shakes it off, nudging your shoulder.

"aww, i'm your favorite? how sweet." He drawls, earning a playful (and partially flushed) shove from you, almost knocking him off balance.

"I said "one of", chill."

"still a high honor." He holds up his phone, pausing a second to take a picture of the starry sky. You stop with him, watching him as he does so. He sticks his tongue out a little, the piercing there shining when the light hits it and his eyelights narrowing while he focuses, a small thing about him you hadn't really noticed before.

"gotta catch these views and keep 'em forever. plus it wouldn't hurt to post 'em on my main." He puts his phone down, skating again.

"How's commissions on your alt?"

"eh, it's alright. haven't got a ton yet but i'm sure someone'll want some art from me someday soon. i've been working on some stuff for the comic project, at least."

You perk up at that. "The one you and Stretch were talking about?"

"yeah, that's the one. we're pretty much just in the drawing board phase right now but you'll be the first to know when it's out. that's what you wanted, right?"

"Duh! Of course I do." You smile, already excited to see what the two boneheads come up with.

"well, i'll make sure to pester him about it so he remembers." He smiles, messing up your hair with a hand despite your protests and skating away when you reach over to grab him.

"Asshole."

"you love me." He grins.

"Debatable."

He gasps, putting a hand over his chest dramatically as he moves back over to you. "oh, how you wound me..i could just die right now, my heart could just explode!" He shuts his eyes, before cracking one open to see your face.

"You'll live, I promise." You smile, walking a little closer to him and shivering when you feel the nightly cold air. You wonder what it must be like as a skeleton, not being able to feel the weather out.. sure, the guys can feel hot and cold things when they touch them, but as for the wind? Nada. Must be a weird sensation.

He comes to a stop when you both reach the entrance to the city, holding out a hand for you to either take or refuse. You appreciate his silent offer, holding his hand to stay close as you both head further in. The city lights shine over the streets, neon signs advertising this and that anywhere you look. Colors bathe the normally gray atmosphere, filling it with life.

Your eyes drift over to the tall skeleton beside you, watching as he glances over every little thing and finding it hard to focus. He looks really nice under different kinds of lighting.. A lot of colors suit him in a weird way. His eyelights drift over to you when he notices you're staring, and you freeze. He looks briefly over your face, before giving you a smirk with lazy eyes.

Flushing, you quickly look away, feeling yourself die a little inside as he chuckles. A little tug on your hand brings you back to reality, and you look at him again. He points up ahead, and your gaze follows his finger to a corner store.

"it's still open, must be one of those twenty four hour ones. wanna go take a look?"

"I'm honestly surprised.. sure, why not? Maybe I can find some gifts."

He gasps.

"I'm not getting you one while you're with me. It ruins the fun."

"aww! c'mooon, just this once?" He blinks his eyes, acting almost like a puppy that wants a treat you just so happen to have in your hand.

"Nope, furget it."

"hah! nice." He chuckles, letting you lead him into the store. You both say a quick hello to the cashier, who simply nods in reply. You assume they don't really wanna be here right now, which would make sense. You know you wouldn't want to be stuck working here super late.

Dragging Rus' hand, you make your way over to the first aisle you see, looking for random things your neighbors might like. Naturally you'd want to go based off of their favorite colors.. Rus finds himself getting a bit distracted, looking above you at the taller rows. When he spots something silly looking, he reaches up an arm and pulls it down to show you, earning a laugh from both of you.

You can always find yourself having fun with Rus, no matter where you are. He's always messing around somehow. Upon first meeting him, Rus is a pretty quiet guy. He wouldn't speak unless spoken to, and when he and his brother had first moved in he stuck to his side like glue. But once he got to know you, it was like he became a whole other person.

You both perk up when you hear the Cashier shouting, turning to see what's going on. Leaning past the end of the aisle, you spot someone holding them at gunpoint with their face covered. Well, that's not good. Seems someone decided to rob the store super late for..whatever reason. Rus pulls you against his side in a protective manner as one of his eyelights flashes, indicating he's Checked the suspect. Furrowing his browbones, he turns your face so you look at him, whispering to you.

"wait here, i'm gonna handle this." He sounds serious, but..

"Dude, there is no way you're gonna confront some guy with a gun on your own. That's insane. Just wait for the police to show up-"

"the police aren't gonna get here in time, by then they'll be gone. i'll handle it. you can call 'em if you want, though. might help once i'm done."

"Done with what?" You look at him worriedly, and he gives you a reassuring smile before messing up your hair and walking past you. You reach out your hand to stop him but miss before you can grab his arm, watching as he steps forwards. You decide to call the police after all, speaking quietly.

"what's all this about?" He watches as the robber points his gun between him and the Cashier, who's currently shaking in their boots.

"Don't come any closer, or I'll shatter your souls!" He warns, hands slightly trembling as he aims his weapon at your friend.

"hey now, there's no need for that. just put the gun down and let's..talk for a bit, okay?" He holds up his hands dismissively, glancing over at the Cashier.

"I need this, so just stay out of it!" He fires the gun. You gasp as the operator on the phone is asking you for the location, looking over. Rus thankfully had managed to shortcut out of the way. Letting out a sigh of relief, you explain the situation to someone and wait.

"well, that was rude."

He holds up his hand, surrounding his opponent's soul with blue magic and slamming him down onto the ground. Once he's done that, he walks over and pulls off his mask, forming a cage of blue bones around him so he doesn't try anything funny.

"i wouldn't move, if i were you..it's dangerous."

He grins down at the now shaking man, before forcefully pulling the gun from his hands and sitting it on the other side of the cage where he can't reach it. You stand against the side of the aisle, mouth gaping as he walks back over.

"we're good now. just gotta wait for the police."

"Rus, respectfully, I think that was the hottest thing I've ever seen you do."

"what?-" He laughs in surprise, feeling his cheekbones flush with a pretty shade of purple. You smile at him, feeling heat rise to your cheeks as well.

After a few minutes of witty banter between the two of you, the police restrain the suspect. Since Rus managed to deal with him, you got to get a bunch of free stuff! So that was pretty sick. Despite how scary that was, at least you could get something out of it in the end.

Walking back towards your neighborhood, you find yourself holding Rus' hand the entire way there. He doesn't seem to mind it at all, skating at a pace you can keep up with.

"You're really cool, Rus. I can't believe you handled that so well." You turn to him, adjusting the bags in your opposite hand. He smiles at you, fangs shining a bit when the moonlight hits them.

"you pick up a thing or two when you live in an underground like mine. it was full of situations like that. i'm just glad nobody got hurt. ..well, he did, but for a good reason."

You let out a little laugh, continuing to move along the sidewalk.

"soooo.." He leans over a bit, smiling smugly. "did you grab a gift for me as well?"

You roll your eyes, stopping in place. He stops skating, holding the board in place.

"You know what? I did, actually."

"wait, seriously? i was just kidding, you didn't have to-"

You cut him off with a quick kiss to the cheek. He stares in stunned silence for a moment, as his face burns a bright shade of purple. So much so he's practically glowing in the dark.

"My hero." You grin, tugging him along again. He chuckles nervously as you both reach your respective homes, before bidding each other farewell.

Rus leans against the door, holding his hand over where you'd kissed him before burying his face into the neck of his sweater.

[radioisntdead]

Psst

Since we have a hat gremlin- what about other hat wearing Characters?

Sir pent., husker, Lucifer... SUSAN (angel wore a hat one time and so didnt vaggie- do they count?) and Valentino?

My only note is that if Valentino has one it is the equivalent to the most angry lil devil that bites his bald ass head like a rabid flea.

Good evening my dear! I GOT THIS ASK IN THE MORNING AND I KID YOU NOT IT HAS BEEN ON MY BRAIN SINCE. Switching between third person and referring to the reader as you

I'm thinking Sir Pentious's hat creature is like a little lizard, like the gecko lizard that tries to sell you car insurance but instead of car insurance it's just insurance, for what you ask? No idea it's probably a scam don't buy anything from hat lizard, Lil' hat lizard likes to take out with Sir Pentious's hat when he's sleeping, freaks out the eggy Bois, hat gecko totally tries to be a wingman and set him up with Cherri bomb! They are the best winggecko

Huskers hat creature is SMALL, they like the warmth from his fur, you take a lil' nappy nap, snoozy time, when he was a overlord they would help him win casino games, how you ask? I don't know, I don't know how it works but probably by stealing cards or something, his hat creature is probably drunk off their rockers too! Probably chill in cups when not in the hat.

Lucifers hat creature is a duck, 100% a regular duck, a duck that likes to vibe in a hat, that's all I got, the hat quacks. [Lilith gave you to him before leaving.] He likes to show you off to Charlie and the other sins "LOOK AT MY DUCK! THEY REALLY LIKE MY HAT HAhaA"

ANGEL'S CRIME HAT, his lil hat creature is just a lil' guy! He treats em' like a second child [the first is fat nuggets obviously] takes you out of the hat to dress you up, you probably ride fat nuggets like a horse when out of the hat, crime hat creature is totally small enough for that,

I despise Valentino so the bastard is, as per usual dying.

[Warning for mild implied suicide, it's not in depth but It's implied, just a sentence not the reader or the grapist.]

He doesn't have a hat gremlin he has a hat cursed demon leech.

Cursed leech wasn't always cursed, they originally clinged to one of Valentino's victims who ran out during extermination day and you can guess what fate they met.

You, the little hat thing wanted revenge for your fallen friend and so you exited the hat you were originally attached to and infested Valentino's.

Valentino has a constant headache because you bite, sharp teeth piercing his skin, he can't take the hat off because you latch on like a leech, you probably have some diseases that transfer to Valentino so he has to go to the doctors often.

Hat leech will eventually lead to Valentino's permanent death and only then will they be satisfied in taking revenge for their fallen friend, they will exit Valentino's hat and return to the one they left, maybe they'll move on to someone else and be their friend but until then they're on their own.

Vaggie doesn't have a hat gremlin, she has a BOW gremlin, allegedly came from heaven, you are the bow itself. Unraveling to be a bow creature that helps taking people out.

Bonus for Vox because he has a hat right? Or am I delusional we'll find out.

Lil robot creature, totally doubles as a spy, vox's hat is sometimes seen around the hotel stalking Alastor.

SUSAN MY BELOVED OLD GRUMPY LADY, I gotta write for her again soon!

Her hat creature is just like her! Old! her hat will rise up for a moment curse someone out before shrinking back down, similar to Rosie's gremlin, maybe they're related? They probably get into fights, the folks of cannibal town just see Susan's hat and Rosie's hat going at it, dueling probably with weapons I can see them using guns or sticks, sharp sticks,

Susan likes her hat creature, treats em' like a pet and feeds them sinners.

DOODLES TIME, I can't draw anyone's hats for the life of me.

My handwriting sucks but we don't talk about that