#crowy's ramblings

[crowerclover]

My designs for the possible parents of Cuphead and Mugman.

Their father is a coffeemaker and their mom is a milk jug. She's the daughter of Elder Kettle, so the mother's side of the cupbros family makes a whole teaset.

Unnamed for now (i am indecisive and terrible at names) but possible names include Mr. Coff, Cap Uccino, Mockheart and Espresso for the father and Ms. Mill, Lottie, Milkmaam and Creamom for the mother

[hybridcrows]

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[doctorcrowleywho]

Safe in your Embrace Part 1. (Crowley x Age Regressed reader)

Word count -   1477

Warnings - age regression, mentions of a bad home life (having to grow up quickly), and struggles with finishing a meal

Pairing(s) - Crowley x gn! reader

Summary - You regress in front of Crowley for the first time and it goes better then either of you expected it to

You never meant for it to happen. At least not this way. In fact if you were being totally honest with yourself you’ve never actually done *it* before. The whole thing was a bit new to you, and it even kind of scared you. 

Well if it was that scary you might as well name it. You’ve been flirting with the idea of healthy age regressing for a while now. You never really got a chance at a healthy childhood. Your mother viewed you more as a mini-her more than her own child, and your father was well…unavailable. Practically from the ripe age of six, you were forced to grow up very quickly. Even throughout adulthood your mother never seemed to lessen up on you when it came to constant guilt trips. So naturally, you craved the innocence you never got to have. 

When you thought about it realistically and didn’t just daydream about it, a dozen and one what if’s flooded your head. You tried to quiet them with an intense amount of research. Which, did seem to help a little bit. But, it didn’t seem to quiet a few nagging intrusive thoughts. 

 What if people think it's weird? What if I get so used to it that I can’t control it? What if *he* thinks I’m so weird about it that he leaves.

Oh, good gods, he’s going to leave. 

I mean how could he leave he’s a demon after all. He’s his own brand of weird. 

Even so, you tried your best to hide it. Convincing yourself to bury it deep down, even though that never ever works. You’d never actually do it, especially not in front of him….right?

Well, that’s what you led yourself to believe until one night everything cracked open like a water damn ready to overflow. The pressure in your life was getting all too much. You were behind on just about a dozen and one assignments, your laundry and trash were piling up in your apartment, and don’t even get me started on the pressures put on you at work. Leave it to your mom to push you over the edge. 

“Well just be careful that you don’t lose your job!” she hissed over the phone.

“Mom I was literally sick there wasn’t anything I could have done and at least I got a doctor's note-” you began to ramble as you ran a hand through your hair. Currently, you were pacing back and forth in Crowley’s bedroom that he let you take your phone call in. Little did you know he was protectively listening to every word outside the door. 

“Okay well just be careful, don’t want you loosing another job-” she started to go on one of her classic rants and you hurriedly cut her off.

“Right I’m always careful, love you say hi to dad if you can bye!” you hung up the phone before lightly throwing it in the other corner of the room. Slowly you felt your knees give way and the rest of your body soon followed suit. 

However, a pair of familiar arms were there to catch you. Almost if on cue, being the clever demon that he is. He immediately pulled you into his chest as you cried gentle quiet tears. “I’ve got you now, you’re safe with me,” he murmured kissing the top of your head. 

Suddenly, something in you snapped in half and you began to regress. Maybe this was your chance to be absolutely safe with you. You prayed to god that he’d understand. Slowly you brought your thumb up to your lips and began to suck, which seemed to calm your nerves even more.

“Safe with Crowie.” you repeated softly which made his head pick up a little bit. He looked down at you with wide curious eyes as he tried his very best to figure out what you were going through. He took off his glasses and set them on his nightstand before fully pulling you into his lap. 

Instinctively you curled in closer to him wrapping your arms around his neck and nuzzling your head into his chest. “That's right angel your safe with me,” he repeated reassuringly hearing you happily hum in response “, what would you like to do darling?”  he asked rubbing soothing circles into your back. 

You thought for a couple of moments looking up at him with the cutest wide eyes in the entire universe (at least in Crowley’s opinion) before you gasped excitedly “Monchie time!” you giggled rubbing your tummy. 

Crowley raised an eyebrow out of curiosity once more before repeating “Monchie time?” slowly as if it were a foreign word he was trying to carefully learn. You nodded your head excitedly rubbing your tummy even more. This was when he decided to fall back on a rule he once heard ‘Do first, ask later’ or something of the sort. All Crowley knew was you were obviously doing this to cope, and he’d be damned if he ruined it for you. So, of course, he’d go along with it. 

“Oh duckling are you hungry!” he asked cocking his head to the side which earned a very happy ‘mmhmm’ from you. At this, he scooped you up as if you weighed nothing at all and carried you all the way to the dining table. As he set you down in the chair you did a small happy dance as he leaned against the counter. “Now what should we eat tonight hm? Is there anything my little angel is craving?” he said watching you carefully. 

“Dino nuggies!” you cheered before quickly adding “with appey sauce.” nodding as if you’ve just made a wonderful point, and to you- you had. With a snap of his fingers, he made a plate of dino-shaped chicken nuggets, apple sauce, and broccoli appear in front of you.

You gasped in amazement at his little trick. Little you had forgotten all about the whole miracle thing, and honestly, Crowley found it absolutely adorable. “How did Crowie do dat?” you wondered aloud blinking slowly.

“Magic,” he said with a wink bopping your nose “, now eat your food and then we can watch TV in bed,” he said knowing it was a surefire way to make you finish your meal. 

“Bluey?” you asked quietly.

“Yes duckling, we can watch bluey.” he smiled a fang popping out innocently on his bottom lip.

At that, you picked up your nuggets and played dinos as they went into your mouth. Even mixing a few with your apple sauce. It was a weird combo, but part of you seemed to like it. However, you left your broccoli untouched and hoped Crowley wouldn’t notice. “All done!” you giggled hiding your plate.

“Dove,” he said sternly but not enough to scare you (no not ever to scare you) “, show me all of the plate.” 

“No.” you simply said sticking your tongue out, there was no way in hell he was going to win this fight.

“Show me the plate now or no Bluey!” he threatened gently crossing your arms. Your eyes went wide as your lip trembled, slowly you removed your hand showing him the broccoli still on your plate. 

“Duckling you gotta eat your veggies if you wanna grow big and strong,” he said sitting in the chair across from you. 

You pouted crossing your arms “Don’t wanna….ts yucky” you said sticking your tongue out which made the demon chuckle. You could really be the absolute cutest sometimes.

“I’ll tell you what if you eat your broccoli I’ll let you eat ice cream in bed.” he bargained knowing full well he’d never be a fantastic parent. He’d give into everything way too easily. 

This got your attention, and you hurriedly scooped all the broccoli you could into your mouth before consuming it all. A full duck cackle was heard from your partner's lips as he shook his head. 

“Crowie proud?” you asked presenting your empty plate with the up-most pride. Even when you were big you sometimes struggled with finishing meals, so even Crowley knew this was an accomplishment. 

“Yes duckling Crowie is very proud,” he sighed happily making you squeal and wiggle in your seat “, now come on let's get ready for Bluey yeah?” he said standing up and got ready to offer you his hand up.

This was before you did the well know ‘grabby hands’ and he fake pouted down at you. “Uppies please” you pouted right back. 

“Oh does someone want uppies?” 

“Yes pwease.” 

With his typical demonic dramatic sigh, he lifted you up and carried you bridal style into the bedroom that already had a few stuffie surprises waiting for you. You felt truly safe knowing that Crowley would never leave you. You would always be safe in his embrace, and that’s all you ever needed to know.

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Author’s note - thank you for reading this if you did! This is based off of something that happened to me kind of recently, and I had an itch to write something about it. It’s also late and I have proof read it yet so....be warned about that! Anyways, once again thank you and I hope you guys are having a wonderful day!

[thatcrazycrowgirl]

I finally got around to finishing my third playthrough of the campaign for Assassin’s Creed Syndicate, and I only have just this to say:

I don’t have too many criticisms about Syndicate - y’all know how much I adore this game, despite whatever flaws it may have - but one thing that always did bug me was the tonal whiplash of the endings of the historical and modern day plots.

First, you have this uplifting ending of the 1800s storyline, where the Frye Twins reconcile their differences, free London from Templar control (well, mostly), and get knighted by the queen, before engaging in a friendly footrace towards the train. The music swells, the camera pans out to show a bright day and a bright future for the city, and you’re on this emotional high because of it all. One can’t help but feel the warmheartedness of that whole scene - in my opinion, a nice change of pace from the usual depressing endings a lot of the AC games get. (Nothing against those endings, mind you, they can be powerful - but one just wants to see the protagonists happy for a change, y’know?)

What a nice way to end things, right?

But unfortunately, that’s not the end of things.

Because then you immediately get switched back to the modern day portion, where everything is dark, Rebecca gets shot, with her survival being left ambiguous, and the Assassin team fails to retrieve the Shroud from the Templars - all while you’re hearing “Underground” drone on with a sort of melancholy in the background. Even with Bishop then reassuring the Initiate afterwards that they will get the Shroud back, you still see the Templar plans for it and even the reappearance of Juno, so Bishop’s words just kind of ring hollow and do nothing for the now dampened spirit of the player.

The whole thing just feels like a slap to the face, really.

The fact that the next screen is one saying that “the adventure continues” in 1800s London is literally the only thing keeping me from completely feeling down upon finishing the main campaign - because I know that I can just jump back to the portion of the game I love: exploring London some more with the Frye Twins.

Nevertheless, I’m still not keen on the modern day ending. (And in truth, it’s honestly not the most memorable, either. I almost always seem to forget what happens in its entirety, probably because I don’t find it as interesting as the stuff with the Frye Twins.)

But this is just a minor nitpick, more than anything else, and doesn’t diminish my overall love for this game. I guess I could just do without it? Let it just end with the happy, triumphant ending for the twins, dang it!

Ah, well.

That aside...I’m ready to jump back into the animus and get back to continuing the Frye Twins’ adventures in London!

[do-angels-dream-of-starry-seas]

So like, I've seen some Good Omens/Lucifer fica and I've seen some Good Omens/Supernatural fics, but what I'm surprised by is how on Earth there isn't the ultimate idea of

Super Good Lucifer

Like seriously, this could be such a chaotic and fun concept:

Aziraphale, Castiel and Amenadiel becoming angel friends cause of their similarities and insecurities

Dean and Crowley having a rivalry for about two hours then Crowley is just like "THIS IS DEAN MY BEST FRIEND!! HE DOESN'T THINK SO AND STILL WANTS TO KILL ME BUT WE'RE WORKING ON IT!! :D"

"DETECTIVE!!!! THIS CROWY IS THE SERPENT OF EDEN IN HIS UNIVERSE?? HOOOOW????"

Maze being infatuated with Sam with his demonic gifts and his brief relationship with Ruby and he is rightly a little freaked out

Chloe and Aziraphale immediately becoming friends and ranting about their demonic boyfriends to each other

Crowley meeting Trixie and loving her mischievous energy (bonus of Mazikeen who isn't jealous at all, nope, totally not, just imagining torturing this snake-eyed demon like a normal demon would)

Eventually the two would bond over their shared lives and have fun getting shitfaced together

Linda meeting all these new people and finding out that yes, all supernatural beings commonly take her advice way out of context

Aziraphale absolutely loving Ella cause she gives the best hugs and lets him ramble about him and Crowley's relationship

Jack and Lucifer interaction. That is all.

Crowley being a little weary of this Lucifer, still having unpleasant memories of his own boss, but slowly learning to trust him

Dean trying really hard to hate this redhead demon, even if he has similar tastes in music and cars

Supernatural Crowley still alive and meeting Good Omens Crowley

Bonus for Genderfluid Crowley, and most of the characters being chill with it (Ella wants to go dress shopping with her, Trixie asking all sorts of questions, Dean threatening a transphobe hoping that he wouldn't be noticed, etc.)

Just, there is so much potential for a crossover like this. Anyone wanting to draw/write/add their own headcanons about this is welcomed!!

[crowerclover]

What's phear lap like in the judgement day au?

Honse

I am so incredibly sorry about the outrageous time it took me to answer.

To be honest I'm a very indecisive person so anything could be retconned out of existance at any second buttt let's see.

Anyways, before judgement day, I imagined he always sort of sticked out among the rest of the crew because, well, he's already dead. He's bitter and quiet and asocial. I imagined his backstory is veryvery long and convoluted and it probably involves the Phantom Express but short answer: he hates everyone.

He died hating the living because of envy, pride and greex, briefly went with the Phantom Express but ended up disliking them too, met the Devil while still with the Phantom Express crew, The Devil smelt his lingering hatred and desire for revenge, the Devil saw the opportunity for a deal and he signed it. He didn't sign his soul, just moved on to work in exchange for a place to live and a position of control he really liked. He's fine working in the Casino if it means he gets to see suckers get their just punishment for betting their souls, and he loves his duty of handling the betting races.

As for when judgement day happened, when the crew took over Hell, he reveled in his new job (like every other casino boss) and his new powers gave him an ego boost. He already managed the betting races, which weren't fair and always had a set winner which he decided. He was very manipulative in his time in the material plane, which translated into Hell too.

He's very controlling. He oversees most of what happens and makes sure everything is "in order", he's in charge of supervising punishments and tortures, he controls how the structure of Hell is doing along with Pip&Dot, and there's not a nook or cranny in Hell that his grabby hands haven't reached.

Literally.

Oh yeah he's half spider now. A bit similiar to his beta design, his station is firm on the ground with many limbs stretching from it, all equipped with hands, moving and seeing and acting all throughout Hell. The web of limbs and hands is much bigger than what is pictured and multiple limbs split off from multiple joints. The hands make deliveries, reprimand Demons slacking and cause more suffering just for the sake of it.

His horseriders and skelehorses minions are still around! They're still working for him, well, most of them at least. He lended a horsie to Chips, he insisted. He also met the four horsemen of the apocalypse, he doesn't like em much, but he doesn't like anybody, so.

He respects King Dice though, and a select few of other members. He thinks all of them are annoying still, aside from maybe Pirouletta. He has long chats with Wheezy, Dice, Piri, occasionally someone from the Tipsy Troop, he speaks a lot with Pip&Dot now for work too. In the casino he used to talk a lot with Hopus Pocus, but Hop became more distant in Hell.

Overall he's happier than he ever was on the surface!

[crowerclover]

Im still alive

Therefore woe, headcanons upon ye under read more because i wanna rant about them

Please keep in mind these are all my headcanons from my head.

Okok so in my general headcanons/au, which are always valid until stated otherwise, these guys are all individual people, skeleton included.

He's the least evil one. He's just chilling! He's the other two's "husk", so to say. The Angel and the Demon are spiritual entities that, alone, cannot be in the Material World properly like game Ms. Chalice, and can only act physically in the Astral Real (hence, their bossfight). The Skeleton is a material being and is powerful enough to hold both of them with him so they can be in the material world, but they can split whenever they want. "The Skeleton" is also not his real name. He is The Titan, the first ever material being ever created, and the first of many other titans, made before even the material world itself existed. They were tests before the real creation of the material world, they are all bound by their island and nobody, not themselves or the Angels, knew if they were going to be allowed to live in the Material world. He only floated in the Astral Realm on a lonely island before being found by the Demon.

The Demon is, obviously, the side of The Devil with the hellfire and the gore and the torture. But he's also the cat side and, partially, the self-absorbed and arrogant side. He was created as a demon, the evil side of the world, and he wasnt quite sure why he existed in the first place. Besides, he hated being around angels, so he was never in Heaven even if they tollerated him (he was technically still doing what he was meant to do if he was being evil). Eventually, he would find the Titan in the Astral Realm.

The Titan was much bigger than him, perfectly still, and chainbound. The Demon dismissed him initially, but then found the rest of the Titans to be infuriating to interact with. The Titan was also annoying because he didn't talk at all, but a good person to rant to. The Demon eventually made a plan to bring evil into the material world once it was created, but he didn't like the fact that he would still be following "The Divine Plan". Then the Titan spoke for the first time, and said he would help out. If the Demon freed the Titan, he wreck havoc on the material world on behalf of the Demon, wich was not in The Plan. He never went back to Heaven and the Angels were given an order to search for him and punish him and the Titan for the agreement.

Enter The Angel. He is mischievous, he makes the deals and he constantyl wishes to trick sinners, but not at this point of the story so let's get back to it. The shiniest of all angels, a friend to many and a rightful punisher harmed with his trusted golden spear, he stumbled across the island with The Titan at last. He knew it was a Titan, but he couldn't tell which one. The Angel thought they were harmless: they didn't even seem awake. Until he was sneak attacked by the Demon who was cleverly hidden in their skull! A battle ensued, ending with the Skeleton slowly moving their hand between them to stop them. The Demon took the chance to hide and The Angel did their best to locate the Demon again. While searching, the Angel aknowledged the Demon was technically following orders, but he never should have gotten the Titan involved. The Demon retaliated that all living beings eventually would have been given free will, and that this is simply what the Titan was doing. The Angel was hearing none of it but the search around the island became less about fighting and more about arguing back and forth while running around the place looking for the Demon (The Demon was trolling him the whole time).

The Angel didn't know why the Demon was created either, why there was a need for evil, for punishments and tests. He supposed goodness had no value without evil, yet it didn't feel fair to make a creature completely evil, or a bound test subject. But evil couldn't be eradicated, because it would throw off the balance. It was confusing. He doubted everything. He stayed a little. They bonded. The Morningstar found the sky of the Astral Realm to be quite pleasant. He looked much better there, besides, he was having fun. The Demon made up new sins and the Angel would invent the gory, horrible but clever punishments for them. The Angel found himself to want a bigger part than what was given to him in the grand scheme of things.

Returning to Heaven, the rest of the angels could tell something was off. They knew about the Demon, about the Titan, all of it. Maybe not all the details but they knew. Didn't matter, the Angel had a clear resolve. He rallied his friends, spoke to many others, called them to act. He made his army and fought.

The battle moved outside of Heaven in the Astral Realm. The troops fought valiantly but it was clear the Angel was losing. The number of soldiers was close to infinity and they stretched throughout all the Astral Realm. Eventually, the Titan and the Demon were spotted. They fought (or, the Demon fought while the Skeleton tried to protect itself) but were outnumbered soon enough. Fire was not enough to keep the forces of good at bay. The Angel came onto the scene. The three fought but it came to nothing. As a last ditch effort, furious, tired and hateful, they backed away towards the Titan wanting so bad to attack with everything they had.

Thus, they did. And as promised, aided by the damage already made, they weakened off the chains bounding the Titan and he snapped them off in one swoop. He stood up and all three of them wished only to destroy. Fire like never before, a single bloodcurling scream of rage, a material stretching to grab and tear at everything in the vicinity. Destruction of spirits and the fabric of reality. The only thing that could stop him was Holy energy itself. He lost and he was cast down with all the angels who sided with him down to the pits of Hell, where the Demon was meant to go when it was finished being built, but not the other two. They stayed united because they were stronger, to spite Heaven, spit on The Divine Plan, etc etc. Heaven was left shaken by the battle for a long time.

And, well, the rest is history. The Demon did his job of evil, the Angel kept it technically fair and just (to hurt sinners), and the Skeleton danced away to the sound of music.

This was how The Devil came to be.

This might be hot garbage but idc.

[crowerclover]

This isnt a reference btw i just polished some doodles, but it's a good occasion to talk about him!!

He was already skilled in fighting before he joined the yiga, but it was a different style than the clan's quick, stealthy, lethal ninja approach. It took them a while to learn

When he's losing a fight or panicking she'll often switch to her original way of fighting (which works sometimes! I mean imagine if your opponent suddenly switched their entire moveset on you)

He'll also just fistfight people

They are a sore loser (pictured). If there's ever a dent in the hideout wall look no further than this dumbass

Actually a pretty chill person, if he doesn't see you as a worthy foe

Absolutely thrives in the Dephts, loves them. Backflips into the pit. Fights every enemy. Parkours through the malice. Pilots the devices with glee. Local frox eradicator.

She can recognize when a challenge is too big for her, though

"In my wildest dreams I'm beating the crap out of you"<-Thing he has said to a Blademaster once (It was a compliment)

Really wants to be a blademaster. Every time she is around one there is a 50/50 chance she'll be either gazing up at them with sparkles of admiration in her eyes, or clenching her fist, physically trembling and resisting the urge to tackle them immediately.

The lore reason for the gold cuffs on his ankles is that they are weights he keeps to constantly train. The actual reason is that I thought they looked cool and they were on the ember outfit.

Tiny tiny hylian, they are short even by hylian standard. Kicks you in the shins if you call them short though

Constantly forgets to redye their hair black until it shows on their ponytail

May not be the smartest of the trio but is the only one with any common sense, like, no, the fish are probably not zora spies, Nelly.

Speaking of, among the trio he is the latest recruit to the yiga. The first friend they had in the clan is Nelly, and their first conversation was also Nelly infodumping her insane theories while Trepi was thinking how insane she was.

When they all go on missions together she takes pride in taking out any enemy they find by herself. She'll then excited re-enact the whole fight while doing soundeffects (they saw the whole fight anyway but they can't ruin her hype)

The kind of person to punch their friends playfully (and shatter all of Nelly's bones in an instant)

Onto more serious stuff. He equates his worth as a person with his worth as a warrior, he knows he shouldn't but he can't help it. He needs to constantly prove himself stronger than before. More powerful.

Especially aggressive towards non-yiga warriors.

[crowerclover]

This is the imp im talking about btw

Look at that elegance, that poise.

So here's the thoughts I promised, buckle up. 

Anyways I am incredibly indecisive and I make most of my ideas based on whatever song I'm listening to at the moment so I have a lot of ideas, especially for the backstory which I have pretty set in stone. But for their role in Hell/occupation I can't really decide. I'll probably just mix them but for now eh

They're the head of the pride department. They look pretty prideful and it explains why they have a seat so close to the head of the table. I'm all for the theory that every demon is a fallen angel and I do believe they fell because of pride in every iteration. 

They're a tailor. I'll probably dump this one because it has nothing to do with the backstory (ehi maybe I can make an imp oc). I mean we know how much the Devil adores the glitz and the pizzazz so I can't imagine someone like a tailor to not be pretty valued overall. And since it's a creative job I imagine it'd make them not very replaceable, which would give them an excuse to sass the Devil out.

They're a librarian/archivist. This isn't that special, I just noticed there's canonically a library/bookshelf in Hell and it gives them an excuse to be near Stickler to ship them together. 

This is a little bit more complicated but is the most related to the backstory I constructed for them. I hope this makes sense. Basically they are a psychologist-ish/mortal expert/sin consultant. In short they are the demon in Hell that knows human behavior well so whenever the Devil wants more souls the conversations just kind of goes like this "What do humans like?" "Carnivals." "Ok done". Which is why I don't think they'd get along well with King Dice considering he's replacing them. 

Now let's talk about backstory. First off they didn't fall from Heaven during battle like the rest of the initial imps and demons, instead they fell just a little bit later. And yes, they fell because of pride, but it goes a little bit deeper than the stereotypical "I am better than everyone" (though that is ultimately the reason). They had the insolence to ask the bigger questions of the universe and were too proud to admit they couldn't answer them on their own. 

First, they wondered why people like Henchman and Stickler fell, considering one is goodhearted and the other always follows every rule. It escalated to a question on morals and ethics overall, which they liked to talk about a lot with other angels. However they could never hold a proper discussion but only they could be right and anyone else clearly had no idea what they were talking about. It eventually developed into an interest in philosophy overall. 

At some point, they started looking at mortals and studied them keenly, wondering first why they were needed at all and making their own theories on the nature of their existence, then their customs and morals. Though they looked at mortals like a scientist looking at a mere sample. 

Eventually they were kicked out of Heaven when they got too annoying. Yes, they're bitter about it but they don't care as much as other demons, as long as they can still look down on people (metaphorically) with that aura of superiority and a cup of tea they are just fine wherever they are. 

(Don't get me wrong, they get along with their demon peers just fine and they respect each other but Fancypants does have a tendency to either sass out everyone or psychoanalyze them for fun.)

This imp! Existed for like 1 minute of screentime! And yet they brought so much style!!

I named them Fancypants :D

[crowerclover]

Ageswap Yoshioka and Dimple shenanigans. World's most ineffective devil on the shoulder and God's indifferentest attention-craving kiddo. Beware of the long text below.

Dimple just spawned into existance a week before the narrative start of the story (so Reigen's start of second year middle school) and he has no idea who he is, what the hell he's doing or what the hell he can do but he's sure of his goal of becoming a God.

Yoshioka just happened to be one Dimple's victims in his first ever possession spree, where he went around possessing random people trying to figure out the extent of his powers. He had no idea everyone who he possessed could permanently see him now.

Shenanigans happen, Mob and Reigen get involved, it ends up with Yoshioka insisting on adopting Dimple as if he's a very weird flying dog and Mob relents, while also "keeping an eye on him" (glaring at him all of the time menacingly). Dimple hates this predicament but warms up to Yoshi and the gang. At the end of the day Dimple and Yoshi get eachother into and out of trouble all the time for funsies. He's still a manipulative little shit though.

Yoshioka's in baseball club, is a local loner kind of like Onigawara's delinquents but even more so, but at the same time he lowkey wants people to think he's really cool. He resolves this by constantly trying to one-up Reigen in coolness and failing to be subtle about it. He flexes new shoes, shows off stuff Reigen doesn't have, tries to act stoic and collected always. Losing the idgaf war by trying too hard to win the idgaf war. They have a playful rivalry in which Reigen sometimes notices his antics and sometimes is just clueless so Yoshi tries even harder. Reigen insists Yoshi is an "employee" in the "exorcism business" and tries to boss him around, Dimple tries to get Yoshi to retaliate, Yoshi frankly doesn't care he just wants to hang out.

Dimple's also become a sort of urban legend because of his recklessness, leading many cryptid fans to speculate. Local alien failfangirl Tome Kurata has taken this very far and is now leading an investigation of her own. A journalist gets briefly involved. So basically Dimple is currently both under protection from the occult hunters and constantly threatened by Mob if he tries anything evil. He's doing fine though, Yoshi makes sure of that. He worries because he feels a sense of responsability over Dimple, even if Dimple dislikes that.

Overall your honour they're just goobers.

[crowerclover]

I want to one day write one of those Character X Reader fics that use the (y/n) and (hair colour), (favourite colour) etc descriptors with the reader also acting like the most stereotypical and nonexistant reader possible,

Except...

...That the main character, whatever fandom they come from, starts to figure out that something's not right. That (y/n)'s name feels staticy and inconsistant on their lips, that they can't quite recall their appearance or what person they are at all. Eventually they would stare into the reader's eyes and find not soulless ponds, but instead lenses through which tens or hundreds of people are passively experiencing the story.

[hybridcrows]

ears ringing. cramp

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need mddication

busgt so cossy l .

[hybridcrows]

im so cooked

[hybridcrows]

im so cooked

[crowerclover]

My first ever fanfic on ao3, and it’s a Dr Stone au! 

I actually quite like how this came out so!! I’m gonna post it. I’ve also got other chapters planned out for it, and for now I have the drive to keep writing it, so!

[hybridcrows]

she fox on my roller till I skate

she as on my stronic till i fr