#char: anthony

[jennifersminds]

kate sharma deserved sm better i stg

[isleofdarkness]

Fun Little Facts

Jay will climb anything for no reason. He just wishes to be Up High.

Mal likes small spaces. She would be very happy to just chill in a box or cabinet.

Evie likes to do wacky stuff with her hair, makeup, and clothes when he mother isn't watching.

Carlos loves to take things apart and put them back together.

Riah fucking loves rocks. Especially the shiny ones.

Claudine has a gorgeous, if a bit quiet, singing voice.

Uma loves seashells for reasons she can't explain.

Gil absolutely adores cats. Harry will find cats and bring them to Gil when he's upset. Gil has a cat pack with over thirty cats.

Harry is an excellent uncle.

Harriet loves to dance even though she dances like a baby giraffe learning to walk.

Anthony sews stuffed animals for every child on the Isle. It's custom to tell him when you're expecting so that he can have one made by the time they're born.

Diego got into making instruments. He made a violin for Ivy, a harpsichord for Veronica, a koto for Carlos, a harp for Evie, etc.

Ginny loves the rain.

Sammy personalizes weapons they make if they make them for a specific person. You can also get them to personalize a weapon for you. Jay found a switchblade and Sammy molded the handle to fit his hand perfectly, Gil's bow had gorgeous designs carved into it, Uma's sword has an awsome hilt and a cool wave design on the blade, etc.

Freddie loves making dolls out of popsicle sticks. She just draws on the popsicle sticks.

Celia loves to hide in small, dark places. Usually under her bed. Not to jump out at people, just because she likes it down there.

Calisto (Chaos) is well-known among the little ones of the Isle because they love to watch him do his magic, moving things with his mind. They love it when he "makes them fly" by using his telekinesis to lift them into the air.

Arika runs a kind of daycare. People leave kids with her and she takes care of them for however long. No charge.

Amara (Agony) makes toys. She's famous for making awesome toys out of anything she can get her hands on.

Reza loves to come up with constellations like "the potato" or "the peapod."

Jade is a natural-born story-teller.

Yzla loves to carve wood and bone into little models. She carved a gorgeous model of Uma and Uma definitely did not almost cry.

Hermie is popular among those who love their pets because she can communicate with animals. She lets people talk to their animals.

Tara loves making hair dyes. She makes the best on the Isle.

Rick will help literally anyone with their homework.

Jace likes to collect stuff like screws and bolts for no reason other than he thinks they're cool.

Harry is into drawing. He's not as good as Mal yet but he's getting there.

Davin loves babies. He doesn't want one, he just likes to hang out with them and take care of them.

[lvstfuldesires]

closed for @ofginjxints

If Marisol excelled at anything (and in her not-so-humble opinion, she excelled at many things) then it was dressing for an occasion, even if an 'occasion' to her tended to mean anything as simple as grabbing a coffee or something as elaborate as tonight. Her father had asked her to go in his place, to "keep up appearances", and who was she to decline? Her husband, eager to keep her father happy in any way, shape or form, had jumped at the chance too. Fortunately, he'd been swept up in conversation with friends for the last ten minutes and it allowed her to slip away unnoticed. She might have been offended that he was paying such little attention to her, if it didn't allow her to do as she pleased without his irritating watchful eye. The material of her dress hugged her figure, and her towering heels made a satisfying click against the floor as she swiped another flute of champagne from a passing tray on her way across the room. To anyone who was paying any attention to her, she looked as if she was making an idle walk outside, where the air was cooler and the prettily-lit grounds were less populated; but the reality was that Mari was following after a figure she'd seen duck outside only a few minutes prior. It didn't take her very long to locate him once she was outside, meandering her way over casually with a tight-lipped smirk on her face. "Don't you scrub up nicely?"

[heartorn]

dash is dead i fear but i just feel the need to let everyone know that the bridgerton brainrot is soooo real and so ... fun hehehe i've added a bunch of muses after rewatching the first two seasons , and i just finished watching queen charlotte which was so good and so soul crushing in like the best way ever so im sure i will be adding even more muses to the roster thnx !

[wally-b-feed]

Anthony Fineran (B 1981), Rakanin Char La, 2023

[latenightxtalking]

this gave me chills.

i also teared up?? love this for anthony.

this postseason video >>>>

i’m only a partial mets fan because of lindor but this got me soooo hype. lfgm?? i mean...

[graphicpolicy]

Preview: Charred Remains

Charred Remains preview. A flame that only burns flesh is at the center of a century long conspiracy that an aging firefighter and young woman set out to uncover. #comics #comicbooks

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Okay can I request wedding headcannon to reader for Angel Dust, Husk, Alastor Adam and Lucifer? I need some fluffiness in my life right now

A/n: YES!!!!

Angel Dust will be paired with a male!reader

•Angel Dust•

You were the one to propose to Angel Dust, it happened on the day you were able to free him from his contract.

Angel Dust breaks down, he's never felt more safe than he did in your arms.

Uses Anthony, it feels right to use his name when he is marry you.

Charlie officiated the ceremony,her words spoke of redemption, love, and the power of choice. She reminded everyone that love transcends boundaries—even those between Heaven and Hell.

You and Angel Dust stood before the alter with your eyes locked, Angel's voice cracked as he recited his vows promising to love you through eternity. Your sweet voice followed, promising to heal Angel’s scars and cherish him forever.

Husk raised a glass to you both with a grin on his face. "About damn time."

You two met with a kiss, the kiss tasted of redemption, forgiveness and love. The guests erupted in applause, and even the demons shed a tear or two.

As newlyweds, you and Alastor danced your first dance on a cloud conjured by Lucifer. Your steps were light, Angel Dust's laughter echoed through out the room.

The wedding cake was a masterpiece,a tiered creation with silver fondant wings and red rose petals. As they cut into it, confetti exploded, and chaos ensued. Husk downed a shot, Lucifer blamed Alastor as Vaggie twirled Charlie.

•Husk•

Husk proposed late one night, drunk. He was scared you'd leave him. Find someone better, he stood in silence as you said yes.

The wedding took place in the ballroom of the Hazbin Hotel, the room was adorned with crimson and gold drapes, flickering candles, and ethereal flowers.

The guests, a mix of demons, fallen angels, and curious souls, gather in anticipation.

A haunting melody of a violin fills the air as you walked down the aisle.

Husk, in a tailored suit with a single red rose pinned to his lapel, awaits for you at the altar.

Your voice soft, you gave the man you love a smile as you recited your vows “Husk, you are my redemption. Your gruff exterior hides a tender heart. I promise to cherish your flaws and love you unconditionally.”

Then Husk recited his own. "you’re my light in this chaotic realm. Your kindness heals my scars. I vow to protect you, even from my own demons.”

Your closest friend Angel Dust gave you a teary-eyed smile as he raised a glass: “To Y/n and Husk! May their love be as wild as a demon’s dance and as tender as an angel’s touch.”

You and Husk sway to a haunting waltz.The room holds its breath as they twirl, your love defying fate.

The wedding cake held White roses intertwine with black orchids.

You feed Husk a delicate slice, and he smudges frosting on your nose playfully.

As the clock strikes midnight, you and Husk share a kiss another. It tastes of redemption and second chances.

The room erupts in cheers, and even the walls seem to hum with joy.

Husk whisks you away for a little pre-honeymoon fun.

•Alastor•

The Wedding of you and Alastor took place in Hazbin Hotel Courtyard.The courtyard is adorned with crimson roses and obsidian candles.

You descend the grand staircase, your gown—a blend of ethereal silk and charred lace—trails behind you a veil conceals your face, but your eyes—resolute and curious—betray your emotions.

Alastor awaits for you at the alter, his top hat tilted. His crimson suit is impeccably tailored, and his cane rests against his shoulder. His gaze never wavers from the staircase.

You smile up at your fiancé, light tears in your eyes as you finish your vows I choose you, Alastor.”

Alastor states his own oath“I, Alastor, relinquish my darkness. For you, Y/n, I’d trade my infernal powers.”His words echo through the damned souls, who watch in awe.

Your lips meet, a deep kiss. Alastor holding you tight afraid you might slip away.

Niffty supplying the treats, sinner themed pastries adorn the dessert table. Angel Dust sneaks a cupcake, giving you a wink.

For your first dance, you and Alastor swayed to a waltz.

Sinners gossip. Charlie smiles, Vox scowls as Husk grumbles about the open bar.

You Whisper: “To redemption,” she adds, and Alastor’s grip tightens.

You and Alastor sneak away to the roof top for a moment alone.

•Adam•

Much to his disappointment, the wedding takes place in the grand cathedral of the Hazbin Hotel which it is then transformed into a celestial sanctuary. Stained glass windows depict scenes from both Heaven and Hell, casting colorful patterns on the marble floor.

The guests, a mix of angels, demons, and curious souls, gather in awe.

The ethereal melody of harps fills the air as you walk down the aisle.

Adam, in a pristine white robe, awaits for you at the altar, his eyes reflecting both duty and longing.

Your vows are with love, and Adam does his best to keep things PG.

Archangel Michael steps forward, his wings spanning the aisle. His voice resonates through the halls.“May your love transcend realms, Adam and Y/n. May it heal the wounds of Heaven and Hell.”

You and Adam waltz gracefully, your steps echoing the celestial dance of creation your love story unfolds in each twirl—a delicate balance between duty and desire.

The cake, a fusion of angelic white and infernal crimson, stands tall. Feathers and flames intertwine.

You feed Adam a delicate slice, and he smiles, savoring the sweetness of your union.

Adam pulls you into a passionate kiss, his whispers a promise of nothing but love

You and Adam exit the cathedral,the guests hold their breath, witnessing the union of realms

•Lucifer Morningstar•

The wedding takes place in a cathedral in the heart of Hell that stood adorned with twisted ironwork and flickering candles. The air hummed with anticipation as demons,and lost souls gathered to witness an unprecedented event.

The setting of the cathedral’s stained glass windows depicted scenes of redemption and damnation, casting colorful patterns on the cold stone floor. Row of crimson velvet pews awaited the guests, their eyes filled with curiosity and skepticism.

You walked down the aisle your gown flowed like liquid silver, and your eyes held a mixture of hope and trepidation.

Lucifer stood at the alter, his black suit was impeccably tailored, and his crimson eyes bore both mischief and longing.The Devil’s presence commanded attention, and the room fell silent.

Your voice quivered as you recited your vows..

Lucifer’s own voice cracking as he recited his own.

As you lent in for your first kiss, the cathedral’s candles flared, casting shadows on the walls.

The reception hall was a decadent affair. Demons danced with fallen angels, as lost souls clinked glasses.

Your laughter echoed as you twirled with Lucifer, your steps defying gravity.

Vox, the media mogul, smirked. “A match made in Hell. Ratings will soar!”

You swayed in Lucifer’s arms, your head resting on his chest as you looked up at him

“Why me?” You whispered.

Lucifer’s eyes softened. “Because you see the light even in Hell.”

The stars above flickered, and Lucifer kissed your forehead. “Together, we’ll rewrite the cosmic order.”

[xianyoon]

♡ KISSPROOF!

⤷ alhaitham is a smart man, but can be quite the fool when it comes to you.

char. alhaitham x gn reader. genre. fluff a/n. reader does makeup. this fic is inspired by this video from anthony padilla! a sweet kiss scene for valentine's day hehe ; ty to @iceunhie for helping me proofread!!! :")

alhaitham cannot resist it when his darling is sitting in front of him so sweetly, your aura so soft and tender, legs crossed on the stool and you perched near the vanity – oh, who can blame him? all he can see are stars . . . he watches as you go through your lengthy process of applying all sorts of product onto yourself.

he doesn’t believe that you need it, of course – you’re perfect as you are to him – but he understands why you put it on, since the day you explained to him that it was to help you feel good. yes, not because you didn’t look good, alhaitham has reassured you of that.

“hayi? can you come here, pleaseee? i need you.” a soft whine breaks him out of his stupor.

“hm?” his eyebrow is raised, and he turns his heel towards you – his darling, sitting there all pretty with the most curious doe eyes to grace his sight. and your smile. oh, your smile, he believes has been blessed with the warmth of the sun. alhaitham gently places a hand on your shoulder, squeezing you tenderly as you reach your hand back to meet his.

"do you know what this is?" you point to a crystal-encrusted gold tube. alhaitham knows it well – it goes on as a thin layer, where you smack it on your lips before planting kisses all over his face. he inspects it even closer, just to be a hundred percent sure – and maybe also to peck a tiny kiss on your cheek.

"..it's lipstick."

"right!" you beam proudly at the right answer. "but what kind of lipstick?"

you look so astoundingly perfect that he has no idea what to say next. oh, smart man, smart man, alhaitham! you’ve got him completely mesmerised. for the first time in his life, he’s hopelessly unsure of what to say next.

"...red?" he mumbles, not taking his gaze off you.

"no." a small giggle parts your lips, and alhaitham looks almost embarrassed to offer such a childish answer.

"this is liquid lipstick."

he peers at the small container you hold in your hands, studying it ever so carefully. isn’t it annoying, having the moistness cling to your rosy lips all day? (that part, he doesn’t quite understand.) you seem to read his thoughts, and lean into his warmth for a bit longer.

"see, the good thing about liquid lipstick–" you brandish your pretty tube proudly, taking the wand out of the tube and applying some to your lips. he sees you scrutinising it in the mirror one last time, smacking your lips together. alhaitham watches with a quiet fascination, seeing them go from a light pink to a dusty coral.

"–is that it dries."

"i see." you smile sweetly up at his response, and alhaitham thinks the world stops to be in awe of you.

"which makes it. . ."

oh, alhaitham. nothing could have prepared him for you placing a hand on the back of his neck – pulling him oh-so-gently closer to you, to plant the sweetest kiss he’s had all day right onto his lips. he squeezes his eyes shut, falling, slowly falling, right into you. oh, archons. if only you knew how much you made his heart leap in private – with just how infatuated he is with your sweetness.

"kissproof!"

a breathy chuckle is the only thing that slips past his lips for a good while.

“i... i believe you got a touch of lipstick on me.” he murmurs when he finally recollects himself, reaching up to touch his lips. alhaitham doesn’t move to wipe it off. "it seems as if your statement has some falsities in it."

“ah! we didn’t let it dry long enough!” you lean away to grab a tissue, but he chases after your touch, moving closer.

lipstick on his lips? perhaps he would never wipe it off. perhaps he’d keep it there, as a memento of your lips on his. oh, my angel... if only you knew how utterly enamoured i am with you.

taglist : @ryuryuryuyurboat @yeul-ha @the-guardian-kitsune (send ask to be added!)

[dudosik0]

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, GATOBOB!

14th of February is traditionally marked as day for confession and validation for your loved ones. Ukrainian Gatoverse community decided it would be the greatest opportunity to show all the affection and admiration towards your incredible work, universe and characters in it. Despite everything happened, we are very happy to be the part of one big happy family that you have united with your games, comics, merch and general kindness. We really want to keep this space as supportive as you wanted it to be. So this time we wanted to return at least something that you raised us with, no matter how hard it was and how many struggles you went through.

You raised talented artists and cosplayers, encouraged new game developers and editors, helped to create many own universes and characters. We are truly engaged with everything you made for us and what we made for ourselves. ❤️

@gatobob

ARTIST COLLABORATION:

Fox — alicesyreyv

Celia — @yujiniani

Derek — @nemo-not-okay

Anthony — @rottinginthebathroom

TINR Strade — @emflare

Sid — @olesmaesto

Farz — Ronya

Raven — @aigeneratedpickle

Ashe — @gooseyalo

Marten — grh_boob20

Lawrence — @dudosik0

Strade — @rezyaraschlenonka

Komodo — DismasLover

Dragon — @serwilad

Ren — @loverykmoon

COSPLAY COLLABORATION:

Derek — @military-fashion-show

Celia — Ronya

Mason — Alexmur

Fox — @olesmaesto

Ren — @char--u

Raven — dreamspaceitsnotme

MINORS DNI

[crowleys-hips]

Child Of The Cosmos

a Crowley pov poem

Child of the cosmos

you were born to paint with starlight

but you are forced to paint with the blood

that oozes from your wounds

using the trickle of time as your canvas

where you splatter swirls of brightness

that cut through the ashen sky

like claw marks that tear into the fabric of

reality and cling onto the flesh of the Earth,

desperately seeking the warmth of another

who won't let go

And you'll swim in the flames of your own stars

and burn until your charred remains

become the charcoal that you use

to sketch your life with

When your essence is born anew

in a body that begs to be known

beyond flesh and bone and sinews

beyond time, beyond reason

and the world demands a new name from you

who will you chose to be?

the doomed, crippled fiend

with no control of his own destiny?

that creeping sense of malaise

that follows your every move

through dirt, water, ice, and sulfur?

or

the desire that consumes you?

the stubborn hope that the universe

never managed to snuff out?

the idiotic optimism that despite all your agony,

has survived on sheer headstrong willpower?

you know very well who you are.

you just have to admit it to yourself.

now go. give them hell, kid

(originally posted in my poetry blog)

tag list under the cut

@wibbly-wobbly-blog @phantomram-b00 @crowleys-bentley-and-plants @charlotte-zophie @feiandart @crowleys-curl @im-the-j-in-anthony-j-crowley @quoththemaiden @thewibblylever @halcyonnnn

i made this list at random. if you wanna be added/removed from the list let me knowww

[isleofdarkness]

Isle Kids nervous tics

Every Isle kid has at least one nervous tic

Riah squeezes the handle of his cane

Mal taps her fingers on anything, usually on her leg or arm. Later she flexes her wings

Evie does small vocal stims, like Dolores Madrigal

Jay shifts his weight

Carlos wrings his hands

Claudine rubs her scars

Uma fiddles with her braids

Harry fiddles with his hook

Gil rocks back and forth

Harriet plays with the beads on her braids

Anthony rubs his fingers together

Diego's fingers move as though playing his guitar

Ginny pulls her curls straight and lets them spring back

Sammy plays with their ponytail

Shan Sarangerel runs her hand over her hair

Yzla twirls her staff

Maddy twirls her hair around her finger

[nemo-not-okay]

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, GATOBOB!

14th of February is traditionally marked as day for confession and validation for your loved ones. Ukrainian Gatoverse community decided it would be the greatest opportunity to show all the affection and admiration towards your incredible work, universe and characters in it. Despite everything happened, we are very happy to be the part of one big happy family that you have united with your games, comics, merch and general kindness. We really want to keep this space as supportive as you wanted it to be. So this time we wanted to return at least something that you raised us with, no matter how hard it was and how many struggles you went through.

You raised talented artists and cosplayers, encouraged new game developers and editors, helped to create many own universes and characters. We are truly engaged with everything you made for us and what we made for ourselves. ❤️

@gatobob

ARTIST COLLABORATION:

Fox — alicesyreyv

Celia — @yujiniani

Derek — me

Anthony — @rottinginthebathroom

TINR Strade — @emflare

Sid — @olesmaesto

Farz — Ronya

Raven — @aigeneratedpickle

Ashe — @gooseyalo

Marten — grh_boob20

Lawrence — @dudosik0

Strade — @rezyaraschlenonka

Komodo — DismasLover

Dragon — @serwilad

Ren — @loverykmoon

COSPLAY COLLABORATION:

Derek — @military-fashion-show

Celia — Ronya

Mason — Alexmur

Fox — @olesmaesto

Ren — @char--u

Raven — dreamspaceitsnotme

MINORS DNI

[military-fashion-show]

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY, GATOBOB!

14th of February is traditionally marked as day for confession and validation for your loved ones. Ukrainian Gatoverse community decided it would be the greatest opportunity to show all the affection and admiration towards your incredible work, universe and characters in it. Despite everything happened, we are very happy to be the part of one big happy family that you have united with your games, comics, merch and general kindness. We really want to keep this space as supportive as you wanted it to be. So this time we wanted to return at least something that you raised us with, no matter how hard it was and how many struggles you went through.

You raised talented artists and cosplayers, encouraged new game developers and editors, helped to create many own universes and characters. We are truly engaged with everything you made for us and what we made for ourselves. ❤️

@gatobob

ARTIST COLLABORATION: Fox — alicesyreyv Celia — @yujiniani Derek — @nemo-not-okay Anthony — @rottinginthebathroom TINR Strade — @emflare Sid — @olesmaesto Farz — Ronya Raven — aigeneratedpickle Ashe — @gooseyalo Marten — grh_boob20 Lawrence — @dudosik0 Strade — @rezyaraschlenonka Komodo — DismasLover Dragon — @serwilad Ren — @loverykmoon

COSPLAY COLLABORATION: Derek — @military-fashion-show Celia — Ronya Mason — Alexmur Fox — @olesmaesto Ren — @char--u Raven — dreamspaceitsnotme

MINORS DNI

[wally-b-feed]

Anthony Fineran (B 1981)

[latenightxtalking]

ant might've hung out with vladdy jr at the pr vs. dr wbc game and that makes me very very happy