#deer boi

[fiendishfables]

Bro really took the Snickers slogan to a whole new level-

[deadliestvirtue]

🫠

[themarshmellow]

MY BABY BOI 🥺🥺

[grimgrinningghost456]

Hazbin spoilers!

I will be talking about plot stuff! Last warning!

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…..Still here?

Okay, here’s my thought:

You know what would’ve been cool? If Al was the one who killed that exterminator. Not active in hell than come back with fists swinging? Would’ve added such a cool and threatening note to his character. (I like Carmella but aside from being an overlord who exists I don’t really get the point of her in the plot other than being angry at Velvet and killing an Exorcist)

[peachebo]

it's always good to have your bestie in inventory

[greentea-and-cookies]

Gasp! 🍿🫢

[dyrdeer]

Long long legs and long long hair!

[dingbatsy]

I was today years old when I learned a vixen is a fox, not a deer. But I made this already, so enjoy!!

[verflares]

(draconifies your zelink) oh whoops lol

+ an extra pic of em hanging out together :]

btw, you can find these guys on inprnt! both as a pair, or apart :] You Choose.

[hoofpeet]

:]

[sijjelly]

rip dead boy detectives i will miss jayden revri's shiny doe eyes as charles rowland

[bookishcatcafe]

Thank you friend!

Ima tag too (no pressure) @samualjennings

Here’s what I have so far in my first RadioApple One Shot!

Insomnia knew no bounds for him. The grey dips under his eyes felt heavier and heavier. While his boyfriend slept, he ached inside by the constant ticking of time, which twitched a tickling finger under his nose to keep him noticing.

Alastor slept on his side with his back facing Luci; his big spoon. Lucifer sighed, closing his eyes as he held Alastor close, with a gentle embrace. His hands ruffled against his partner’s furry chest, his fingers felt the tender lines that barely grew fur on them. They were tanner than his usual reddish brown fur. He could feel an ache as he fingered these scars. Lucifer huffed into Al’s shoulder, sniffing it gently. He smelt like horrid things; death and earl grey.

He felt so comfortable like this. In bed, with someone other than his thoughts and racing heart. Finally, something different for once.

Yet, despite the warmth of partnership, why was he still tormented with this affliction? Was it his punishment? It had to be. He fell for the sake of Man and for asking too many questions. This insomnia, among other tribulations, kept him at the level God probably wanted him to stay in.

Lucifer turned away while holding the blanket over himself, curling under it, staring at the wall. Every so often he felt that something moved. A spider? An inkling of a shadow. A portrait. A small pile of ducklings. Yet in every item that he categorized in his head, time continued on and the light followed suit. Soon, the light of Hell drifted past the blinds and into the bedroom. The royal prince still staring, frowning; the weight of Hell rest on his worried head.

He could feel the bed shifting with a groan turning into a yawn and an audible scratching against flesh.

“MMmmm.” Alastor moaned, while around them a gentle breeze of piano and trumpet flew around the room, Alastor’s morning call, with him; music always followed.

“Good morning, my short prince.” Alastor gaily said, his voice soft with his slow-waking vocal cords and the wet weight of slumber still drowning his mind. He hummed gently, his shadow was on the other end of the bed, staring at Lucifer, who presently grumbled and covered his face with a pillow. His shadow was biting its metaphysical finger nails and frowning, his ears drooped before sliding over Lucifer and back behind the body which presided him.

Alastor went to rub Lucifer’s arm, the outline of which he could tell from below the blanket, before getting out of bed. His shadow followed suit, it—or he—rubbed an inkling of a squeeze onto the demon’s shoulder. Lucifer could feel a breeze against the back of his neck, the hair on his neck indented from it, before slowly moving back to their initial curls.

Alastor left the bedroom quietly, wearing his slippers which were placed specifically beside his side of the bed. As he left the room, he lit a candle and held it within its candlestick as he walked down the hall, turned a right corner, and entered the kitchen. Following him was his subtle trumpet and saxophonic pianissimos, which fell to merely his ears as he stood there staring at the fridge.

He tapped his chin.

What to do? What to make? His partner was particular. His tastes a bit sweeter than his own raw particularities. Thinking that made his lips wet, drooling down the corners of his mouth, he licked them clean and clapped his hands quietly. He could feel his ears twitch as he figured out his next step of action.

“A feast. Perhaps—“ he began, while grabbing ingredients from the fridge, his shadowy tendrils grabbing out various tools from nearby cupboards.

Happy WIP Wednesday!! Thanks to @blitzwhore for the tag! Today I'm sharing another excerpt from "Reflecting You," because fuck knows I need Blitz to be cherished So Softly 😭😭 I'm hoping to get this one done before Mastermind airs, but who's to say

Stolas jerked Blitz’s tail back sharply, sending shivers through his whole body. “Now, now, darling,” he said, and his voice was still gentle, but now it carried a sharp tone of authority beneath the patient words. Blitz had heard Stolas use that voice before, in some of their more playful bedroom scenes, but now it felt… different. More insistent, more real. For the first time, Blitz truly believed that he had been given a command, and that Stolas would not tolerate disobedience. Inconveniently, he found that the thought turned him on like nothing else, making his chest flush with heat as all his blood rushed downward. Stolas began winding Blitz’s tail around his hand, and Blitz’s legs quaked with every touch to the sensitive appendage.  “You agreed to try this for me. You're not going back on your word, are you?” “I didn't agree to shit, bitch,” Blitz growled, because technically he didn't, and he wasn't about to let Stolas get the upper hand on this one. No matter how sexy that little edge to his voice was. “Hmm. I suppose you don't want this, then.” The hand on Blitz’s chest moved down, ghosting over the front of his pants. Blitz gritted his teeth against a traitorous moan as his cock twitched eagerly under Stolas’s fingers. “Fuck,” he hissed. “Alright, fine. But don't expect this to change anything. I know what I am.” He wished he didn't sound so sure. He wished he could indulge Stolas’s fantasy. He wished he was worthy of it. Stolas hummed gently and thumbed at the base of Blitz’s tail.  “As do I, darling.” He fondled the growing tent in Blitz’s pants, forcing his back into a deep, involuntary arch. “You're my very, very good boy.” The praise went through him like a bolt of lightning, and Blitz couldn't fight back the desperate groan this time. He reached one arm back to bury his hand in Stolas’s soft hair feathers, pulling him closer.  “That's it, Blitzy. Let me take care of you.”  And fuck, that sounded so good. He couldn't remember the last time he'd let someone hold him, not fully, not without keeping some part of himself back. He'd seen Stolas’s perfect surrender so many times, felt him give every part of himself so willingly. The thought of letting Stolas take him, take all of him, was exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

Tagging @bookishcatcafe if you'd like to share!

[nouverx]

A very specific idea/scenario I have about Alastor's sleeping habits

He barely even sleeps in the first place. He sleeps like only a few hours a week, in one go. He locks himself up in his room once a week, sleeps for 4 hours straight and that's it. And since he doesn't sleep much, each time he does he falls into a deep slumber and it's absolutely impossible to wake him up he's straight up passed out until he gets fully recharged.

He does this because the idea of being in a vulnerable position where anyone could do anything to him while he's completely defenseless is too unsettling for him, so he sleeps as little as he can and always makes sure he's locked up first, away from everyone else's eyes.

HOWEVER, one time he's playing cards with the rest of the hotel, and because he got unconsciously so comfortable around them, he accidently falls asleep on the couch during the game. Everyone is shocked because they didn't even know he actually needed to sleep (they always hear him walk around the hotel humming at night like an absolute creep so they just all collectively assumed he didn't need to sleep).

Charlie panicks a little because nothing seems to wake him up, but he's still breathing and seems fine, eventually they all just let him sleep there and keep on going with their card games since the noise doesn't seem to bother him. Charlie even put a blanket on him, and Angel initially wants to draw something on his face as a prank but in the end everyone agrees not to try anything like this, because who knows how the radio demon would react,,, could be dangerous.

A few hours later Alastor finally wakes up, immediately understands what happened and plays it cool like "Oh dear, looks like I passed out, too bad I couldn't finish the game :) oopsie" but internally he's SCREAMING

EDIT: greykolla was faster than me and made a comic about it it's so so good 😭 crying

[akijaline]

The Good Boy Meme but Shikanoko.

Original: https://x.com/sweepswoop_/status/1813707550493483334

[skiplo-wave]

oh he was HURT hurt here

[yorozumarugallery]

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