#excited about themmm

[asmogorna]

Ok so for the last couple days ive been ill in the head about The Black Parade as mcr's alter ego/characters and i wanted to share some thoughts i had so far :3

It doesnt align with the canon lore that we have (i didnt really use it for reference at least) so it can be viewed as some sort of an au

I dont know if im gonna give them new names that just sound similar to the names of mcr themselves, so for now i will be referring to them by the names of the band members

So far I've been thinking about the typical "chosen by fate" scenario, where the characters lives lead them through a path for a specific cause

So

Post WW2 England

5 kids under their own circumstances witness a big parade (I will be doing some research and see if it could be some kind of victory celebration parade? It's just that I'm not sure if England had those. Not that I'm aiming for historical accuracy atp it's simple curiosity)

The kids get heavily impacted by that event and carry on (ha) that memory throughout their life

Now to the specifics of the characters cus by God they all gave me a headache

Heads up: they're all british orphans lol

Frank and Bob are students/residents in a Christian orphan school, and later on in life are priests in the town church

The reason why is that they both have badges on their uniform with crosses that could be associated with christianity

(I couldn't find any info about what exactly certain design details could be referencing, so ig it's up to interpretation)

The military theme in Gerard and Mikey's costumes will be explored on later (Mikey's medal could be either The Victoria Cross or The Distinguished Flying Cross, and the symbol on Gerard's shoulder is most likely the Order Of The Garter star)

And I couldn't figure out what to do w Ray, because I'm not sure if his uniform design details reference anything specific 🤷🏾🤷🏾🤷🏾

Now, Gerard and Mikey lost their father to war, and their mother passed away when they were both very young

And after that they ended up in the same orphanage as Ray, befriending him and finding out about their shared passion for music

This doodle was made abt that specifically <3

Later on in early adulthood they decide to start a cabaret band, in which Frank and Bob both join them later, deciding to leave their priest lives behind (partially because iirc both of them kinda fanboyed their way into the band irl lol)

After receiving little recognition, the band decides to take a train to America, to try their luck there. With a lot of hope and determination

That, sadly, doesn't last for long, for the train crushes with no survivors on board

The group crawls out of the collapsed train in their no longer physical forms. Yet, even after their death, they still have a desire to move forward. And that desire, though thoughtlessly, forces them to go forward. The souls of all the other people who lost their lives to the train accident follow them, through the landscape that no longer feels like earth

They then reach the end

Walking in one by one people disappear, finding their own peace and meeting their own finish line

After it's done, The Black Parade now have officially made themselves into what they're supposed to be. Gaining a new purpose and a new sort of life

I got too poetic for my own good here I fear .. anyway

Their job now is to lead the lost and the forgotten to the afterlife

They could be referred to as some kind of a grim reaper, I guess

I'm still thinking about adding more to the story, and maybe I will change some things, but so far this is all I can share really !! I hope if you've read this far you found this entertaining .. this is all for the satisfaction of my urges so I might or might not have too much fun w it in the future :3

The story was mainly inspired by this specific post from Gerard himself, because i liked the concept a lot ..

Also

She's gonna be here as a separate character too probably...... Cus I'm self indulgent and I love the ideas bubbling in my brain

[rottenaero]

Ronance headcanons?

I’m so glad you asked!

I think they’d have a pretty chaotic household, or apartment, not necessarily messy but Robin and Nancy are strict on their schedules and I think anytime they don’t wake up to their alarm, they spend about ten minutes running around and almost knocking into each other as they try to get ready( Which I think leads to a fair share of throwing on pants and shirts that aren’t theirs and having to deal with it because they need to go.)

It’s a gamble what kind of music is playing whenever they pull up somewhere,-(And yes I think Robin plays passenger princess,, we all saw how her driving in Rebel Robin was)-Sometimes it’ll be a queen tape, sometimes the soundtrack to Aristocats, The Cure, Madonna. They listen to anything and everything.

They both LOVE watching Disney movies, The Lady and the Tramp being a personal favorite that Robin will try- and fail- at making spaghetti and garlic bread for any time they watch it. Nancy still eats it anyway, even though the bread is burnt and the noodles are chewy.

Robin adores strawberry flavored food, doesn’t give a shit about it being artificial or not, and Nancy isn’t too much of a sweets person, doesn’t even really like strawberry all that much, but if Robin asks if she wants to split a shake? You know damn well Nance will split a shake with her.

Nancy will show up at home with some dog she found on the street any given day, and Robin never says no to letting her keep any of them, because really, what’s some allergies to that happy smile and the baby-voice she uses to talk to the dogs? (She does, however, say no to the cat, because even five feet away from it she starts sneezing up a storm.)

[ngmn2002]

THIS THING THIS THING THIS THING THIS THINGGGGG!! OMG OMG OMG!!!!!! I'M DREAMING RIGHTTTTTTT???????????

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yessssssssss!!!!!!!!!!

Perfect!!!

love how they are leaning into each other so casually. how adorable! ... or is it actually Tsu who is leaning into big bro who really doesn't mind and is pleased with that, even? still adorable! I can imagine them doing that exercise... that I forgot the name of at the moment......the one where 2 take turns in bearing the weight of each other on their backs alternately….they are energetic and into sports after all, right?

Ahhhh!!!! ♪ ♫

Friends as in actual friends or music notes-friends???? If it was the first one... that's a huge information, compared to what we know about present Tsukasa..... past Tsukasa is a huge deal for real. I was confused about what Amane noted in ch 101 about "Tsukasa's classmates looking for him" ... but maybe it's actually true.....?

Oooooooooooh!!!!!!!! Cute... cute.. cuteeeeeeee!!!! he just loves little brother too much... how sweet.... maybe he also feels... jealous of those 'freinds'? hey... am I still your big bro, lil bro?

That's... uh..... what's my fiction Tsukasa doing here? I usually tend to write him this way... so cool to see him like this in canon too! you love to see a little bit of a tease little brother!!!

hmmmm..... casually stating facts.... love his expression... it sounds as if he is just stating a matter of fact using.. yes! his sing-song voice. ehhhhh...... anyway.....

cute... lovely... sweet... amazing... adorable... everythig!!!

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He means this! he was talking about music notes-friends all along..........

Now, that we know Amane is not a good singer....

Yup, that makes sense! let me hear your voice "Mr. Not tone deaf"!!!!! pleaseeeee!!!!

Ehh... Tsu said this right? ........ wow. kind of smug. cool to see him the one going like this... I want more of him this way. past Tsu is really soemthing..... ooooooh..... Though, it all sounds like a misunderstanding on their sides... that ended up creating a funny little situation! Why should it be inside that clock though.... the location.. eh... whatever... it's cool to see them!!! That's what matters!!!

[kanene-yaaay]

Hi it's me, the anon with the sending hcs ask! I finally got to finish reading the last book rn and like.... was anyone gonna tell me that WWX canonically reaches out to tickle below LWJ's chin several times???

And yes ofc LWJ doesn't react but still-

Anyway now I can't stop thinking about it, about how LWJ might react to it if he let's go of his self-control enough to let himself act on that knee-jerk impulse (which would be easiest for him when drunk, in canon, but also hear me out.... what if incredibly sleep-deprived LWJ who just doesn't care about controlling his facial expressions anymore if only his husband will finally deign to stop bouncing around and come to bed)

I think WWX would probably suffer a heart attack if the habitual little tease of reaching out to tickle LWJ under his chin would result in LWJ shivering and tucking his chin down and swaying back slightly with the corners of his mouth quivering. Especially if, flustered by his own "inappropriately unrestrained" reaction, LWJ refused to meet WWX's eyes and respond to his teasing beyond quiet hums like that'd hide his pink ears or the way his chin keeps twitching down whenever WWX starts to reach out towards his face. WWX would have a field day with the knowledge that he can make his husband struggle to keep his composure with such a small, innocent touch - especially once he discovers that drawing his fingertips up and over LWJ blush-warm ears actually makes his perfect posture falter because he can't help but twitch away from the horribly soft tickle,,

If you can't tell I'm going insane and I'm having to hold myself back from writing a whole essay on this in your askbox - I hope you enjoy my little brainstorm session though :D!

I ALMOST SCREAMED WHEN I DISCOVERED ABOUT THAT LIL TICKLE UNDER THE CHIN like aaaa!! Can you imagine? The very own HuangJun, quiet, controlled and calm being undone by a few tickles?

I love the idea you just brought with extremely tired Lan Zhan feeling comfortable enough to just let go around his dear husband and Wei Wuxian, being the GREMLIN he is, using that to his favor to tease and push (lovely) his buttons, going for that usual lil tickle and not expecting much, except that this time his lover's eyes get wider and a quiet huff escape his lips before he can stop it and now Wei Wuxian is looking at him with playfully dangerous gaze. He just got a taste of the melodious, beautiful laughter of his husband and he wants to listen to it again. Cue the usual shenanigans between these two being silly and so much in love.

Tickling Lan Zhan, I imagine, is always an unclear adventure. You never know if in the next second it will be him snickering and laughing under palyful fingers or you being lost in laughter and joy as he decides to end thsi game. Wei Wuxian is always more than happy to take this gamble, tho.

Also!!!!! YOU ARE! SO! FREAKING RIGHT!!!! Gosh, look, look. Those blushy ears are the cutest thing ever! All I can imagine is WWX getting absolutely endeared by how red Lan Zhan's ears are and then he decided to ATTACK this very spot with all the light traces and soft scribbles and loving kisses and playful nibbles, which only makes them redder, of course, which makes WWX want to tickle them more, which makes them red-

You get it.

Besides! How adorable that Lan Zhan can't hide both his ears and smile at the same time so Wei Wuxian takes turns in teasing him about both of them and snickering when that makes Lan Zhan falter and try to decide which one he must hide now. To imagine he getting all smiley and quiet (this part of him answering his husband with hums when he teases him is EVERYTHING TO ME) and Wei Wuxian just having so much fun and they both enjoying each other and being sweet and cute auuugh, my heart can't take it

[playbarbies]

send 🌿 to meet my muse under the mistletoe

𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐲  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐧𝐨𝐭  𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲  𝐚𝐧  𝐚𝐫𝐭,  𝐛𝐮𝐭  𝐚  𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝  𝐨𝐟  𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥.  cady  had  grown  up  constantly  observing  this  in  the  savanna  —  it  was  one  of  the  first  things  she  learned  :  𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽  𝗂𝗇  𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇  𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇  𝗌𝗁𝖾  𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽  𝗁𝗈𝗐  𝗍𝗈  𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾  𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾  𝖺𝗅𝗉𝗁𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗍  𝖺𝗇𝖽  𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍  𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾  𝗌𝗁𝖾  𝗁𝖺𝖽  𝗌𝗎𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒  𝗍𝗂𝖾𝖽  𝗁𝖾𝗋  𝗈𝗐𝗇  𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌.  a  big  cat  hunting  an  antelope  was  careful  where  each  paw  landed,  for  one  small  misstep,  one  little  mistake,  could  make  the  difference  between  a  satisfied  belly  and  an  achingly  hollow  one.  it  did  not  make  itself  known  until  it  was  too  late,  hiding  in  plain  sight  and  waiting  patiently  for  the  right  moment  to  strike.

and  here,  standing  underneath  the  mistletoe  at  @pettiests  winter  break  party,  cady  readied  herself  to  pounce,  𝘵𝘰  𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥  𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘺  𝘰𝘧  𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦  𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯  𝘰𝘧  𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴  𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵  𝘢𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘯  𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘴’  𝘰𝘸𝘯.

drink  in  one  hand,  she  leaned  against  the  doorframe.  𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙩  𝙤𝙛   𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣  𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧  𝙩𝙤  𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙚  𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣,  𝙨𝙝𝙚  𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙  𝙤𝙪𝙩  𝙖𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙨𝙚𝙖  𝙤𝙛  𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙  𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙨  𝙞𝙣  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙨  𝙤𝙛  𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜  𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙥𝙚.  feeling  a  tap  on  her  shoulder,  she  turned,  and  instead  of  the  wide  doe  eyes  of  her  prey,  she  was  met  with  the  beastly  gaze  of  the  predator  who  towered  over  her  from  its  spot  at  the  top  of  the  food  chain.

regina!  regina!  regina!  oh  ho  ho  hell-no.

❛  regina!  heeeyy,  ❜  cady  greets,  the  syllables  powdered  by  the  sickly  sweet  dusting  of  faux-cheer.  ᴛʜᴇ  sᴍɪʟᴇ  ᴏɴ  ʜᴇʀ  ꜰᴀᴄᴇ  ɪs  ᴘᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ  ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ  ʙʏ  ᴛʜᴇ  ʙʀᴜsʜsᴛʀᴏᴋᴇs  ᴏꜰ  ꜰᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇ,  ᴀɴᴅ  ʜᴇʀ  ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ  ᴄʀᴏssᴇs  ɪᴛs  ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀs  ᴛʜᴀᴛ  ʀᴇɢɪɴᴀ  ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ  ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ  —  ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ  ʜᴇʀ  ꜰᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇ  ᴏʀ  ᴛʜᴇ  ᴍɪsᴛʟᴇᴛᴏᴇ  ᴛʜᴀᴛ  ɴᴏᴡ  ᴅᴀɴɢʟᴇᴅ  ᴍᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢʟʏ  ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ  ᴛʜᴇɪʀ  ʜᴇᴀᴅs.  cady  tilts  her  head,  doing  everything  in  her  power  not  to  glance  up,  ❛  so  .  .  .  great  party,  huh?  ❜

[othercrossee]

Cuz I'm so excited to draw the rest of the brothers I forgor

[artbysjv]

still thinking about THEMMM I AM SO EXCITED FOR OPLA SEASON 2

[razzle-n-dazzle]

hello, friend!! i saw your adam hcs and i loveddd themmm!! i was hoping to request smth if that’s okay? could we get lucifer with a reader who also struggles with depression like he does (it’s mentioned in episode five if you didn’t know!!) and maybe reader had a practically rough week and gets home from work and just breaks down in tears, and luci find a way to cheer them up? either fem! or gn! reader if that’s chill, tysm for taking your time to consider this even if you don’t get to it!!

— 🪽anon

ᯓ★ "Give Your Corpse Some Smile Lines." Lucifer / Reader | Oneshot TW! Read at your own risk and comfortability! | talks about depression, suicidal topics/actions, overdosing topics/actions, reader breaking down, hurt to comfort, self destruction, abuse

ᯓ There are days and weeks, sometimes months and years, that prolonged like time, made it appear like it no longer moved and served a purpose. Like time was nothing but a feign idea that was made to torture everyone and anyone who dared think about it, who dared to calculate how it traveled and how long it took to pass a minute. And some days it made people want to break, and some day it made people want to kill other people, and some days it made people overjoyed, and some days it made people excited, and some days it made people nervous, and some days. . . It made you want to die.

ᯓ To be killed in the most brutal fashion known to man, to explode in a death either as silent as taking your own life in your own home or as bright and fantastic as the explosion of fire works. Time for you was never a friend and it continued to taunt you after you had died, overdosing on the pain medication you were prescribed after a horrible accident. Horrific! You had heard people call you, friends and family, after they saw the state of your decaying body after being rammed by a truck who lost control. Monstrous! None of them chose to stay around, none chose to help you when you were at your weakest and worst, when you could barely help yourself. And all you had done back then was help them! Was care for them! Be there for them at any time of the day whenever they needed, whenever they wanted, whenever they asked or called or texted or shouted or pleaded or-

ᯓ And it was a coward move, you were sure. Weak, many would call it, blasphemous and you were sure it was why you never got into Heaven despite having done everything in your power to be okay, to be the perfect person everyone wanted, to be good. But one night, when everything was moving too slow and no one seemed to blink twice at your presence, you would take your own life in silence. To overdose on your own pills, both praying it wouldn't work but gain the attention of someone yet also praying it would kill you and finally let you live in peace. In a world of black nights where you didn't have to open your eyes no longer, where time wouldn't be creeping over your shoulder, where nothing would hurt anymore because dammit. . . everything hurt.

ᯓ IT ALL FUCKING HURT.

ᯓ And then you ended in hell, and then you realized this would be your life . . . and then you realized you were still stuck with your worst enemy of all: Time. Forever stuck in an eternity after life, forever stuck here by yourself, forever being another face in the crowd or another person on the street for people to pass by and not think about twice. Someone. Just someone! Not even someone, no one. Just a shell, just a person decaying on the streets, decaying for all to see. A pitiful show.

ᯓ You could hardly remember when you met Lucifer; Maybe you were down on your luck one day and was eating cold Ramen out of the streets and he took pity to sit by you, to talk to you. Maybe it was when you were at a bar, downing another drink to forget the fact that you were chained down here, chained to your enemy, chained to your eternity of a never ending moment of the hands of time. Maybe you were working your minimum wage job to barely survive, or maybe you bumped into him. You memory hadn't always been good, party due to your own mental health and a constant flight or fight response, yet you had always knew life to be so bleak before you had met him. And then one day, everything was slightly a bit more okay. And slowly everything was a little more barrable; Even just slightly.

ᯓ And maybe a life can be handled in eternity, and you didn't have to be alone anymore . . .

ᯓ Yet, no matter how much anyone wished, love cannot fix all problems. Love can teach you how to heal, love can teach you how to live, love can teach you how to handle everything inside of you in a better manner than self destruction. But love cannot instantly fix everything wrong with you; You should have realized that sooner.

ᯓ You lived a life nothing short of a fairy tale for the last few months, living life alongside a partner who you could share the weight of the world with. Who felt comfortable enough to share the weight of the world with you. Where in the days you both laughed and played, pushing and pulling each other, peppering kissing on skin and longing ones on the lips. And at night you cuddled against each other, both with the fear of losing, both with longing, both just enjoying the company you now had, that you could now share. You've already shared tears, concerns, worries, troubles. You've both been vulnerable under the other's eyes, staining shirts under the other's careful and cradling hug, broken down and rushed out apologies. You've already both taken care of each other, took your time and held patience with each other and you both tried to heal the broken pieces of one another. Most would call it a disaster, a tragedy, yet for you both . . . it was like some sort of twisted hope, knowing you were no longer alone in your self deprecation. Knowing that even if either of you tried to self destruct everything around you, tried to gain that control that's slipping away, tried to push the other away, they would understand and be there. That in the end of the day you had someone to crawl to.

ᯓ Yet even with constant oxygen and wood, a fire can still grow dim in it's own silence and try to snuff itself out.

ᯓ This week had been long, it had dragged you by the heels and you could no longer put the energy to fight against it's slowing seconds. Working a minimum wage job, even after Lucifer had told you that you never had to again (yet you continued to do so for some sort of feeling of schedule and stability), that you hated and wished you could quite for a paycheck that wasn't even that high to withstand the abuse you had to. Lucifer constantly worried about you, about how the job affected you both physically and mentally. You often came home either drained or hurt, as costumers tended to get rather violent down in Hell. It was common to be stabbed during a shift and having to endure it until your shift was over. Effectively causing you to bleed out while still having to rep a costumer service smile. And the stabbing might not even be the worst part of everything; As you had to try many times to bite back any sort of emotion, ire and frustration and sorrow, as costumers yelled, screamed, tossed shit your way for a mistake you didn't even make. And yet it was your fault. It was always your fault and you couldn't do anything but stand there and take it, as your job would be on the line if you did anything other than stand there and take the anger and take the frustrations and the yelling and the stabbing; Being everyone's personal punching bag without any sort of composition.

ᯓ What was the point of it?

ᯓ The thought had came to you one day after you came home, slugging your shoes off your feet and tossing your keys onto the counter. Lucifer wasn't home, he usually was, yet you guessed he had something better to do than hear your sorrows of the day. You would want to do anything than hear about your sorrows as well, you couldn't blame him for trying to avoid you. So you dragged yourself to the bathroom, heavily sitting down upon the close lid of the toilet before sinking down some. A hand rested upon your stomach, the knife that pierced through your side slid in between your fingers like it didn't draw your blood out. Like it wasn't causing you pain; not even the worst pain in your life, just pain that poked and pricked and brought tears to the eyes, but you were no stranger to tears or to blood. You were no stranger to the bruises that covered your body from angry costumers, from the blisters that grew from harsher treatment, from the blood that seeped and stained. And maybe you should take care of that wound, but it was best to keep a knife into the wound than take it out; It stopped bleeding and you hadn't stained that much, you didn't think, and you were oh so tired so maybe. . .just a nap would help. It didn't have to be a long one, yet something in the back of your mind hoped it would be, and you leaned your head back against the back of the toilet. The light above gave out a buzz, showing it was working, sounding that it was on and here.

ᯓ Yet a nap sounded nice.

ᯓ "Honey! I'm home!" Lucifer shout, a cheerful laugh followed and a careful grin was stretched on his face as he tried to balance the bags of groceries that were in his arms; Trying to make his one round of bringing groceries in to work. He didn't want to drop a single one of them, "I'm sorry I took so long, yet I went to the store and wow! There were a lot of options for things that I was sure I would never make it out of there! Did you know that there's like. . ." Lucifer would pause to count his fingers, having successfully delivered the bags onto the counter without breaking anything, ". . .15 different brands of milk?! And they had like this Milk called Almond milk, where they apparently milk the almond and I don't know how they do that but-" Lucifer's voice fell flat as soon as he noticed you weren't around, at least, not around as usual. By now you would have sprung from the couch, or yelled at him from the bathroom that you were doing your business, or came from the bedroom to wrap him in a hug. Yet your presence was absent and it didn't allude Lucifer, at least, not many more. "H . . . honey?" He would call out again, this time with a more shaken voice and frowned eyebrows; His smile no longer held the confidence of a man who managed to do one round of bringing groceries in with 13 bags.

ᯓ And yet you didn't respond to his call, how could you when your own breath was so shallow your heart was speeding up, stressing, just to pump blood through your body; And Lucifer grew worried. It would triple upon seeing the mess you had left, a mess that hadn't caught his eye until now. . . Your shoes left lazily by the door, your keys stained with blood. Blood that streaked like a hand across the counter top and traveled inward, towards the bathroom and it's door that lingered tauntingly open. And instantly, Lucifer felt his mouth run dry and his feet speed towards the bathroom with nothing but horrible thoughts piling up in his head. You were hurt and you weren't answering his calls. You were hurt and you weren't doing anything to signal to him that you were okay. Are you okay? Are you dead? Oh god he hoped he didn't get to that bathroom door and see your dead body there, all stained and pale. Please don't be dead, please please please. . . "OH MY GOD!-" Lucifer hated to admit the way his body froze in horror by the doorway, one hand clinging onto the frame and the other shot up to cover his mouth. He hated the way his feet stuck to the ground like they were rooted, forcing him to look at your bleeding and barely breathing figure on the floor.

ᯓ And no, he didn't miss the way your blood was smeared on the toilet. He could never miss such a detail when your blood was the last thing he ever wanted to see seep out of your body and pool and stain everything around you.

ᯓ "Oh fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" The words fell out of his lips, fell onto deaf ears, as he ripped his rooted feet off the ground and rushed over to you, to your body. He felt dazed, confused, unsure of himself all of a sudden. What was he supposed to do? What could he do? "Hey, don't be dead come on!-" He didn't realize he was rambling to himself as he kneeled down next to you, not minding the way your blood seeped and stained his white clothes. He shuffled around, looking for your wound, looking for something he could fix to help you! He was so panicked, and had to stich up your wounds so often, that the thought of calling a doctor didn't cross his mind. Lucifer was hesitant to touch you, but didn't want to hurt you, "Wound, wound wound! Where the fuck is your wound?!" He asked before spotting the knife that was jagging out your side. It was mostly covered by your body, as he had happened to kneel down on the opposite side of where your wound pierced in. "Oh fucking duh, it's where the knife is. Nice job Lucifer can't spot a fucking knife when your lover is bleeding out on the floor!- Shit wait I need to actually take care of that. Fuck! Where the hell is the first aid kit?!"

ᯓ To say Lucifer was freaking out during the whole process of taking out the knife, tossing it to the side to be picked up later, disinfecting your wound, trying to stitch it up with shaking hands, and wrapping you up. . . would be an understatement. He was terrified to hold you, afraid he might make the wound worse or he might put you in more pain, yet somehow managed to move you from the bathroom floor to the couch in the living room. He would have put you to bed, at least provided your body a little more comfort, yet he was afraid to leave your side. Afraid that if he took his eyes off of you that something might happen, that you might roll onto the wound and break the sticking, that you might just stop breathing as a whole and leave him alone.

ᯓ He tried calling Charlie to help, yet physicked himself out right before he was going to press the call button. He needed some sort of help, he couldn't go through this alone, yet he didn't want to put his daughter through this either. All he could really do was find himself sitting in front of the couch, head resting upon the cushion, watching your chest rise and fall with heavy eyes; Just to reassure himself you were still here, that you were still alive and you could wake up. Maybe tomorrow? Hopefully. Maybe he should bring you to a hospital. Either way he was here, waiting, hoping.

ᯓ Fuck . . . He didn't know what he would do if you didn't wake up. But you did! By some grace of god you had happened to wake up in the middle of the night, the day after Lucifer had found you. He hadn't been awake, and you were barely moving due to the pain that jabbed at your side. Though you noticed the weight that indented the couch by the edge, slightly turning your head to see Lucifer's crossed arms and nuzzled head into it; He was sleeping, leaning against the couch while sitting on the floor. Drowsy, tired, you glanced over at the couch, wondering why he was sitting down there instead of up here with you. When did you even get to the couch? And then you noticed how you were wearing some of his clothes, with the shirt pulled up to expose your wrapped chest, the bandages still a stained a little crimson red. And you frowned, eyes heavy, looking down at the wound and realizing, at least to some sort of extent, why he wasn't up here. You had scared him . . . A heavy sigh left your lips as you reached a hand out, shaking, as you leaned down into the cushions. Gently, you placed your hand on top of Lucifer's, trying to intertwin your fingers without waking him. If anything, by the way he looked, you were sure he just managed to fall asleep . . . and most likely passed out from exhaustion rather than willingly succumbing to slumber.

ᯓ Though feeling the sudden warmth on his hands, and being half-awake and half-asleep in general, Lucifer's eyes fluttered open despite being rather heavy. He felt heavy, he felt tired . . . yet his hand felt warm, causing his eyes to glance down and notice your hand on top of his. Your hand, your thumb rubbing against his. "Love?. . ." He would mumble out, hoping this wasn't a dream, as he gently raised his head. You noticed the way his eyes sagged a little, his eyelids clearly heavy with eyebags starting to form under his eyes. The frown that had been on his face, tugged down out of pain, began, sluggishly, to tug into a warm smile. "You're awake. . . how are you feeling, do you need anything?" The way his voice croaked, clearly tired and clearly worn from tired and sobbing. His disheveled look, the way his hair was more frazzled than normal and the way his clothes were stained. It all made you upset; Not at him, no, you could never be upset at Lucifer. You were upset at yourself. For causing him so much pain, for making him probably so worried and panicked with the crawling thoughts of your death if he dared to ever take his eyes off of you.

ᯓ Lucifer, waiting for your answer, would gently bring your hand up to his cheek. He had missed your warmth, you had been so cold when he touched you last to move you from the tile of the bathroom floor to the plush cushions of the couch. He was glad that the warmth had returned to body, that he was able to watch your eyes sparkle in the dim lights that flooded in from the kitchen stove hood.

ᯓ His eyes were so gentle, his smile was so genuine, and all you managed to weakly croak out was a, "I'm sorry." And you felt bad feeling the warm tears starting to clump up in your eyes again and spill over. And you felt horrible as Lucifer shot awake, seeing your tears through the light of the kitchen, and rushed to bring his free hand up to your cheek to wipe away your tears. "I'm so sorry Lucifer I. . ." You would choked out, unsure what else to say. How else could you apologize to Lucifer when you knew that you had laid there, on the toilet, with the intention to hopefully die. And you didn't know how to tell Lucifer that to his face, especially when you've never had to tell anyone who's gotten as close to you as Lucifer has that you've thought about killing yourself. That you tried to plan it out in your shared home. Where you knew they would find you. Where you knew. . . "Hey, hey, it's okay. You're-" Lucifer paused for a second, glancing down at the side of your stomach. He had to reassure himself that you were alright before trying to comfort you, "-okay. You're okay now!" Lucifer grinned towards you, a little nervous at first before it fused out into more worry. "You're awake and you're not dying and it's okay! We can. . . talk about it all later okay? Just focus on getting better."

ᯓ You both would sit there in a comfortable, slightly-comfortable, silence as Lucifer stared up at you, and you stared back down at him. His hand, after having cleared your tears, hand reached up to play with your hair, trying to coax you back to sleep. Even when you knew he needed sleep himself, with the way his heavy eyes closed for long periods of time before opening again to meet mine. "Come here. . ." You would mumble, trying to reach for Lucifer, wanting to feel his warmth against yours. He was hesitant to do so, you could tell by the way his eyebrows scrunched upward and the frown that tugged on his lips. It took a while to coax him onto the couch, where even then he gingerly laid on his side and wrapped his arms cautiously a safe place above your bandages and nuzzled his head between the crook of your neck. You were able to play with his hair this time, give him a soft peck on the forehead. A silent apology for all the pain he had to endure because of you without you there to help, without the support he had shown you countless of times without fail.

ᯓ "I. . ." Lucifer's voice warily mumbled out, ". . .thought I was going to lose you." And the way his voice cracked broke your heart into a million pieces. And the only pathetic response you could muster back to him was a soft, shaken, "I'm sorry." As tears silently began to fall down your cheeks, and you could feel the silent tears that fell from Lucifer's eyes stain your neck. "I'm. . . so, so sorry. . ." "It's okay. . ." Lucifer would hug you a little tighter, "We'll work through it together, you're not going to lose me that easily, even if-" He would pause, choking out a bit of laughter between his tears, "-you try yourself."

ᯓ Oh. . . he knew. . .

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[bigboobyhalo]

the rundown tho is that foolish was talking about how his goal is to like protect people and keep them happy and he wants things to be peaceful and good and for people to have hope. but then he was like but i dont want to act like im totally some sort of saint. there's a little badboyhalo in me. and aimsey laughed and was like yeah i remember when he was chasing you the way you were laughing. you definitely thought that was exciting and foolish agreed that he definitely has a chaotic streak and theres a part of him that loves that sort of thrill. then aimsey said smth about the realm burning to the ground with just foolish and bad left standing over it

GODDD THAT'S SO SEXYYY THAT'S SO FUCKING SEXY I LOVE THEMMM I LOVE FOOLHALO

[oistak]

MORE poly!Vees x Reader please🥺

yess, i love themmm

‎♡‧poly!vees x assistant reader‧♡

#cw:none

you’d be owned by vox and he’d send you around in an attempt to keep val and vel on track, with vel it goes great and you bond over gossip and socials, i think vox and vel would care a lot about their stuff being done on time and would be very strict

about deadlines, whereas val would be very lax about actual work and while you try to help him try to stay on topic he would flirt and try to seduce you. his attempts would be quite annoying and frustrating at first, making it the most challenging part of your day, but soon he’d start to wear down your walls just as vel and vox had.

vox is basically the hinge for all of you. you and vel are close in a “bro” type of way, you are both into fashion and social media, have the same kind of humor, and are absolutely done with val, though vox and val were on and off for years. you have a very begrudging relationship with val, he’s like rejection, something you don’t want but need once in a while. when you do all spend time together, it’s often at the mall where val and vel act like excited children, rushing into each and every store and you and vox stay behind on your phones.

being an assistant means you do many of their daily tasks, one of which, vel insisted, was buying their coffee. vox’s order is the easiest: black coffee with ice cubes so he can drink it faster, on the off chance you’d get him an energy drink too. vel likes “anything pretty”, you usually get her a frappuccino, or an espresso fusion if she’s extra tired, from late work nights. val would get any order that takes longer than a minute to explain, take a sip, and then throw it in the trash while saying “something is wrong with this order.”

when you cuddle, it’s more often with vel than vox because of how busy that man is. if the week has been extra long you’d go into his monitor room with val or vel and one of you'd sit on his lap, stand behind him holding his shoulders, or sit at the base of his chair. at the end of the day the thing that brings you all together is vox and you'll do whatever to make him comfy.

sry this ended up being alot vox oriented :/

[atticsandwichclub]

WHB Paimon

PB isn't that descriptive with H scenes so i wrote this :) plus Paimon's h scene is my favorite

mdni

reader is fem

1740 words

Paimon covered your eyes and clicked his fingers. 

“Right, open your eyes noww” 

“Where?”

You and Paimon were standing alone in a “room of mirrors” where not only the walls but even the ceiling was covered in big and small mirrors. Mirrors reflected one another, and your reflection filled the entire room. Maybe because it wasn’t a space that Satan made, but you were not naked this time.

“Awww, your surpised face looks so cute toooo”, Paimon smiled, as he raised your chin up while he stood behind you. You could see Paimon’s pretty face from various angles thanks to the numerous mirrors. 

“I prepared this space so I can call friends I like one day and play with themmm. And I’m so happy that I can finally invite youuu”

Paimon slid his hand down from your chin then continued down slipping his hands under your shirt to squeeze your breast. His breath tickled your skin as he kissed and sucked your neck. Both of his arms went to wrap around your waist as he pressed his hardened dick that was straining against his cute frilly shorts, onto your ass. As you looked up into the ceiling to floor mirror in front of you two, you saw Paimon with his flushed face watching you as he began rocking into you. While he still had you in his arms, you couldn’t help but notice how hard his arms actually are. His arms with sleeves on looked skinny but as he’s hugging you from behind like this, he was definitely muscular under that shirt. You let out a soft moan as he tightened his grip on your waist and rolled his hips harder into you. Paimon, who was looking into your eyes through the mirror, whispered in your ear and said, 

“Now that I have you in front of a mirror like this, you really look like a dollll”.

Paimon removed his arms from around your waist to lift your shirt up and over your chest, so you lifted your arms so he could take the shirt off of you. He then took his own shirt off and like you imagined, he is indeed well built. 

“Do you want to play dress up? It’s my favoritee”. 

THUMP THUMP THUMP

Your heart started racing in anticipation as you thought about what Paimon was about to do to you in this strange room full of mirrors. 

“Looks like you’re the one who should take these off fiiirsstt”, Paimon giggled and placed his hand on the buckle of your pants. 

He glued himself behind you and moved as though he was taking off his own pants. There was a click, and the buckle came undone. You stepped out of your pants and Paimon threw them somewhere across the room.

“What luck, I got my nails done. Mc, tell me what it’s likeee”. 

As Paimon began breathing more roughly behind your neck, he took his hand in front of you and placed it between your legs. Now that you were left in only your panties, you could feel his hardened dick pressing into you better than before. You were so wet that your panties were damp. The numerous mirrors in the room captured Paimon’s pretty and long fingers rubbing your clothed pussy. He moved his other hand to hold you by the chin so you couldn’t look away from the mirror. 

“I always thought that I wanted to be reflected in this mirror with a pretty girl like youuu. I can see that cute face you’re making everywhere I loook”. 

Paimon’s pretty voice tickled your ears as he said words that made your face heat up in embarrassment. Each time your eyes looked in one of the mirrors in the room, his eyes followed. 

“I like pretty thiinggss. I love seeing something pretty make pretty sounds with a pretty faceee” 

“And appreciating that from multiple angles at onceee…! Is the bessstt!” 

Excited, Paimon whipped your soaked panties down. His long, pretty fingers rubbed and slipped through your soaked folds and clit. After listening to your soft whimpering and squelching from below, he pulled his hand away with your pussy leaving strings of wetness on his fingers. In the mirror in front of you, you watched him pull his hand to his face and stick his pink tongue out to clean his fingers of your essence. He didn’t once break eye contact with you as he did so either. 

Paimon’s hands went to pull his shorts and garter belt down. In a mirror across the room, you could see his full length as he slipped its head between your thighs. Then, Paimon rubbed himself back and forth between your wet folds while holding your waist with one arm. His other hand went back to holding your chin in place to make you watch you two’s reflection in the mirror in front of you. You could hear his quiet moaning in your ear as he coated his dick in your slick. Each time you couldn’t hide how aroused you looked, Paimon’s firm thighs squirmed. 

“MC, you’re so pretttyy. Your eyes are glued to the mirror even though you look embarrassed if anyone saw yoouu”.

Even if Paimon’s hold on your chin wasn’t forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror, you still wouldn’t look away. Having sex in front of a huge mirror like this was so lewd. It was a fantasy of yours from the porn you’d watch. 

“Hm, I did feel that you were quite different from the other humans in the human world. But to think that you were such a devilish humannn”. 

Paimon sped up his pace and rocked into you more fervently, making the squelching sounds from below even louder than before. The contrast between how feminine and beautiful Paimon looked, and the deep growling in your ear was exciting you. 

“Place your hands on the walll”, he ordered you in a sweet tone. 

You placed your hands on the wall and slightly arched your ass out for him. 

“Aah”, he hummed delightedly, seeing you being obedient to him. His gentle actions and words had the power to make others do as he said without protest. Paimon leaned in to kiss your neck, as though praising you, then gently pushed himself into you. He moved his hands up to unhook your bra so he could grip the bare skin of your breast. 

“Loook. You’ll become even prettier. You areee”, Paimon smiled as he rolled his hips into you. He made sure to dig himself deep into you, so you could feel every inch of his dick inside of you, stretching you out. 

 One of his hands stayed on your breast and the other traveled below to rub your clit, making you clench around him. 

“Ha…ha…ha”, he panted. The feeling of your tight, sopping wet pussy sucking him in made him roll his eyes back in bliss. Watching him in the mirror, getting drunk on your pussy like that made you clench around him again. Paimon was so aroused that the tips of his horns began to leak and wet the cute stickers he decorated his horns with.

His half lidded eyes focused back onto yours. While you stared deeply into his eyes you took a moment to appreciate how beautiful Paimon was, even while he’s stroking himself deep into you. His pink eyeshadow and long lashes, his colorful gem-like eyes, glossy lips, and rosy cheeks…You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. The same went for Paimon as well. It excited him to no end to watch himself fuck you against this mirror while you couldn’t do anything but make those adorable little sounds and faces. 

Just then, Paimon took a mirror from the wall and dropped it on the ground. 

“Pai..mon…The mirror”, your shaky voice managed to get out, worried that he accidentally dropped the mirror on the floor. 

“Look doowwnn”. You did as he said and looked down at the mirror he dropped underneath you two. There was a completely different view. 

You could clearly see Paimon’s dick slipping in and out of your pussy, with his hands rubbing your clit. Your legs were trembling with each thrust into you.

 He moved the hand that was rubbing your clit to grip your waist with both of his hands. He was fucking into you more aggressively, making your ass bounce against his hips. Soft plopping sounds came between you two. You were still looking down into the mirror on the floor, watching where all the squelching and sloshing noises came from. You watched as his balls tapped your clit with each thrust with strings of your pussy’s juices connecting to them. Your pussy’s wetness was leaking down your thighs and spreading to his firm, toned thighs. You started to see a layer of thin opaque cream on his base and length as he dragged his dick through your glossy pussy lips. You glanced up to see your breasts were steady bouncing back and forth. This view was so hot and erotic. It reminded you of a close up scene from one of your favorite porn videos. Paimon angled himself in a way that tapped your g spot and soon enough, you were again clenching your walls around him. It was such an intense feeling that you slammed your eyes shut and froze with your voice caught in your throat and your legs began shaking. Paimon let out an almost pornographic moan, feeling you tighten and cream his dick like this. A few more thrusts into your creamy, wet walls is all it took for him to squirt his cum into you. You looked down once more and saw his and your liquids mixing together, dripping down his and your thighs and some even splashing onto the mirror. He pulled out of you with his dick making a “pop” sound. More of his cum leaked out of you and onto the mirror underneath you two. 

“Ha…ha…ha��”, you pant, from exhaustion and from climaxing so intensely. Paimon hugged you from behind and straightened you up. You could see in the mirror that you were both glistening with sweat. Paimon raised your hand and kissed the top of your hand and arm. 

“I want to play some moreee, but it’s going to be hard rightt?”, Paimon giggled, watching your body relax in his arms as your eyes felt heavier. 

“Come find me whenever you want to playyy. We’ll have more fun than today”

You finally nodded off and fell asleep in his arms.

[dai-mondai]

RANTING ABOUT

"Third Trial Commencement Notice"

Spoilers below (images included)

While not included, Jackalope Laughter is so funny to me

anyways

SO SO COOL I LOVE THIS OH I LOVE THIS

I MIGHT RANT ABOUT THIS IN ANOTHER POSt

Starvation?

I would have assume some sort of hanging or self harm but food is mentioned quite a bit in regards to Haruka recently.

Awful way to go out, holy hell Haruka

REALLY INTERESTING

Now I wonder what would have happened if Mahiru had lived. Though very curious the circumstances leading up to it. She was in the room when it happened, what exact treatment was Mahiru unable to recieve that led to her death?

Anyways Yuno I want your final song so badly

Love this imagery so much. Especially when coupled with the imagery with Amane later. He's fineeeeeeeeeeee, he's been saved afterall! I'm curious how this will effect T3 though, Fuuta and Amane that is.

Not much to say about Muu right now

Voting based on his skills, but doing so remove him being able to

Anyways I love this next segment so much.

"Do you regret it? It is true that you could have done the mental gymnastics, and acted in a way that prioritized the lives of Shidou and Mahiru...... But you judged "innocent", and "guilty" without such considerations, right? There's nothing that should get prioritized above that...... is that right?"

While having THESE be shown

"Giving and taking, this is how to be in love"

"A monstrous dilemma!!!"

"My emotions are out of control, that's inconvinent? I don't care!"

as well as

"To be the decieved, or the deciever"

"the love that won't perish"

"This sick joke, I can't take it anymore, I surrender"

THEN COMPARING THEIR LIVES WITH THEIR RESPECTIVE LOVED ONES TO NAIL IT HOME

"I don't need anyone else, as long as I have you"

"That's right, there's justice that needs saving"

THEMMM

Massive L Kazui, can't get the verdict he wants, can't get retribution

Very intentional "slip" there, curious as to why

THIS LOOKS SICK DUDE

I am really excited to see how Es will approach this, Amane is kind of like T2 Kotoko in a sense she's hijacking a role Es has by creating a new environment within Milgram. Very interesting.

King is suffering, like how Jackalope emphasis he killed a lot of people.

THIS SHOT IS SUCH A BANGAR I LOVE IT DUDE, I LOVE IT SO MUCHHHHHH HOLY

Even after our guilty of her it doesn't change she was originally innocent, very fun.

Also like how the objects of note are dead prisoners, Amane and Fuuta's uniforms as well as their respective hat and eyepath, as well as Muu's head piece. Yet Kotoko is without her muzzle here.

Really love Jackalope's almost breakdown at the end it's very fun, he's having the most fun out of anyone here.

Anyways if I got something wrong oops

Very very entertaining

[spookythesillyfella]

This is going to be a weird inbox to get considering it's 3 in the morning (On my end) as I do sent it but I've been wondering if you ever associated any song with digitaltime? This is a relatively new question for me to ask anyone since I don't usually go digging for ships out of the idea MAYBE people may feel embarrassed/uncomfortable talking about it? (Even if it did give them comfort!) If not song(s) at least maybe you can talk about them a bit, I used to love digitaltime back when I first joined dhmis in 2016 so I'm always really amazed the ship LIVES ON somewhere! (FEEL FREE TO TALK ABOUT SONGS AND HEADCANONS/IDEAS if you wanna do both I'd LOVE to hear!) I've been meaning to inbox you for days actually! Just couldn't seem to get myself to do so relating to mental health crisis haha. I'm hoping I'll be able to reach out WAY MROE OFTEN just to remind you I am here!! Really always excited/interested in what you have to say even if I've not expressed it forwardly back at least this way uuhh uh. You can ignore this </3 I know it's been hard lately!

Stay strong !!

HII !!!! HI HELLOO HIII !!!! :DDDD

ouhhh goodness i adore thiz question – i love listening to muzic and thinking about theze lozerz X33 I JUST NEVER GET THE CHANCE TO CUZ NO ONE AROUND CAREZ ABOUT THEMMM >X[

i actually have quite a lot but i cant just go on a 3 hour analysis of all the onez . so might az well give you the short n sweet of it – i really wouldn't want to waste your precious time ahaha ¥_^

★ "505" – Arctic Monkeys ; probably my favorite on the list but itz also one of the most SELF INDULGENT

the lyricz are just really fitting with my vizion of them – the lyricz "I'm going back to 505 // If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive // In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side // With your hands between your thighs" fit with the fact they really love one another tremendously – their devotion

also the lyricz "Not shy of a spark // The knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark // Frightened by the bite, though it's no harsher than the bark // The middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start" and "But I crumble completely when you cry // It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye // I'm always just about to go and spoil the surprise // Take my hands off of your eyes too soon" LIKE I DUNNO HOW TO EXPLAIN THEZE BUT THEY REALLY REALLY DOMAKE ME THINK OF THEM ........

★ "I Wanna Be Yours" – Arctic Monkeys [dont ask why i associate them with Arctic Monkeys so much . okay ???]

y'know how Colin tendz to talk a lot about how clever and cool and useful he iz ? i think thiz song iz very fitting to how he'd want to be like . useful for Tone – the peak of intimacy iz to be uzed . something something etcetera

★ "As The World Caves In" – Matt Maltese

fitting from Tonyz perspective . in my opinion – how he'd want to spend hiz remaining time alongside Colin . even if . in the grand scheme of everything . itz such a small speck ; how Colin makez Tony feel fulfilled . and how even when all run out of time . hez happy to have spent it together – none wasted

★ a couple of honorable mentionz that i won't go in depth on :

– "Cigarettes out the Window" – TV Girl [mostly cuz i wanna do an in-depth au related analysis on it sometime in the mear future]

– "Show Me How" – Men I Trust [would like to analyze thiz one too but can't really see myself doing it ; the lyricz "Tell me why // Your hands are cold" are rlly hv digitaltime though i swear]

– "Daisy Bell" – Harry Dacre [iz thiz in part cuz Colin iz a computer ? if i answer that question truthfully . you'll chase me with pitchforkz]

– "My Love Mine All Mine" – Mitski [i can't go in depth about thiz without bursting into tearz ; i really love it]

– "Lovers Rock" – TV Girl [im scared of talking about love ; love iz very scary to me]

– "P.U.N.K Girl" – Heavenly

– "Who Knew" – The Correspondents [a relatively new song ive started listening to and i hadn't had the chance to properly dissect the lyricz and analyze them – but . since it remindz me of me n my lover . therez a 90-ish% chance it remindz me of them too]

TYSM FOR THE ASK AGAIN !!!!!!!!! I LITERALLY LOVE TALKING ABOUT DIGITALTIME – THEZE FREAKZ ALWAYZ LINGER IN MY MIND !!!!!!!!!!! IVE BEEN SO STUMPED WHEN IT COMEZ TO IDEAZ TO WRITE AND / OR DRAW THEM SO JUST GETTING TO GET SOMETHING OUTTA MY BRAIN IZ REALLY GOOD

TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF CUZ ILYSM !!!!!! YOU HAVE NO CLUE HOW HAPPY THIZ ASK ACTUALLY MADE ME . SO THANK YOU <33

[neverlookatthisblog]

Harlow Christmas

Merry Christmas hope you all have a wonderful day enjoy it

Just a little concept super short ngl it’s all I could write but it’s worth it

It was always so hectic during the holidays especially this year since you were off

The kids woke you up nice and early excited to open the presents you and Jack bought them

Everyone was now in the living room while you finished up making breakfast and after you all at the table Mae tapped your back you gave her your full attention

“Momma can we open themmm now” Mae begged

“Yes go ahead” you said

“Yay” she happily skipped tell her siblings

Like she wasn’t begging you last night to open one of her presents

“Please just one” it was Christmas Eve so you gave in of course

Jack on the other was a little more on the grumpy side especially when he got woken up by the kids

“Cmon grinch don’t be a booger” you say playful

“Fine” he said getting up

Now you both watched the kids happily open there presents you got them

Being nice you decided to get Jane her first bottle of perfume it was nothing crazy it had a sweet flower smell to it

She was happy about it but Jack

“Thank you mommy” she smiled

“Are you trying to make her smell like a grown womenn” he said you rolled your eyes

“Jack please it doesn’t even smell like a grown women” you said

“Okay your right it not that bad” he said smelling it

Christmas was always your favorite holiday and when you had kids you enjoyed it even more you loved giving back or just simply buying gifts

It was something really special about it you loved seeing people happy especially your family

They enjoyed there time opening there Christmas present you decided to go out with a bang making your famous Christmas dinner that you make every year

[plumdale]

I’m so excited to make some sims to submit 🩵 I was wondering if you use any skin overlays at all, or just details over default skin? I wanna match them as closely to your style as I can 😅

And I’m so excited to see themmm!! I use a range of overlays, primarily by sammi-xox! and skin details like nose masks and face details by creators like northernsiberiawinds, obscurus-sims, and miiko. But honestly please don’t worry about matching your sims to my style! I’m sure I’ll have to make adjustments either way bc other people’s sims alwaysss look different in my game due to presets and sliders

[fi1nn]

Yae is so pretttyyyyyy and hello fellow gyaru sona haver 🥹 I love her sm she's perfection

AHHHH!!!! WHEN HAVE YOU SEND IT I JUST NOTICED IT IM SO SORRYYYY Σ（ﾟдﾟlll）

SO SO SORRY FOR REPLYING LATE BUT THANK YOU!!!!

you’re so sweet I love youuu (´∀｀*)

I love your ocs btw they’re so pretty!!! So excited to know more about themmm ٩(≧∇≦)۶

Still very very sorry about the late reply _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):