#helloreal

[quaxk]

u see those eyes. those whore eyes. those slutty eyes. those submissive little puppy eyes.

[tentakelspektakel]

I think I am officially back in business on Tumblr !

Its been a while!!! Just wanted to say that I shall be more active now as Ive been for the past week!

Obsessed with Star Wars rn, mainly all the Clones !

Also will always stay in love with the Darksiders games <3

Thank you for all for the support and wonderful words of encouragement Ive received so far!!!💖

Feel free to send msgs or asks with art ideas or other stuff!

All my art Ive posted so far can be found under #gromblins art

[dirkcomplex]

touched up and old screencap redraw, god i love kaworu so much. the screencap is under the cut!

[safwunnz]

[rpfisfine]

I literally cannot stop singing i miss you by blink-182 in the really exaggerated accent and I think my mom is starting to not like it no more

[flyhighaangle]

Hi i am half asleep but ur cool :D

THNK YOU !!!!!!!!!! YOU AR SO COOL TOO :3

[magical-gays-magical-slays]

Hellooooooo

hi 👋

[lucidrims]

           with him being the one to bring the girls in, hyunki was clueless as to why he was acting all sulky suddenly. usually, he would be thriving in a situation like this, even basking in all the attention he's getting, but it seems like he's mentally checked out and the alcohol was catching up to him. eyes following the older, hyunbin joining him catches him by surprise. " guess i'm just not in the mood. i did say i was going to invite them just to watch, anyway. " his monotone way of speaking coming out, eyebrow quirking, " and you ? why are you here ? shouldn't you be waiting for her by the bathroom or some shit. " he suggests, though noticing that his words were slurred, an indication that he's way past his limit in alcohol. though not paying any mind to it and just taking another big swig from the glass in hand.

 all  smiles  when  flirting  with  the  female,  he  was  putting  up  a  show  for  the  swimmer  to  see  and  learn  how  it  was  done.  little  did  he  know  he  was  being  too  much  to  see,  not  knowing  how  the  swimmer  was  feeling  while  he,  himself  was  just  enjoying  every  moment  of  it.  why  did  he  even  want  to  have  hyunki  looking  at  him  ?  he  wasn't  even  into  this  guy,  was  he  ?  he  finds  himself  thinking  of  the  younger  male  suddenly,  which  causes  his  attention  to  falter  ;  thankfully  the  girl  was  taken  away  by  her  friends,  the  girls  going  to  a  bathroom.  which  left  hyunbin  alone  to  stand  there,  he  looks  around  momentarily  before  making  his  way  over  to  the  swimmer,  flopping  down  right  beside  the  younger.  ❛  so,  why  are  you  alone  here  ?  you  seem  upset.  ❜  he  says,  leaning  head  back  as  he  turns  it,  elbow  nudging  the  younger.

[nina-ya]

HELLOR id like to ask you on your opinion of this; would law give us presents, and if so, what would they be?

(ps: I don’t normally celebrate christmas but id love to know what you think 🤞)

I absolutelly think Law would give you presents! I believe he would be rather thoughtful when it comes to gift giving. Not to say he wouldn't indulge in the occasional mindless novelty gift such as something quick and last minute to have on hand if he ever second-guesses the gift he had carefully chosen for you.

Because when it comes to a present for you, Law puts in far more effort than he would ever openly admit.

The gift itself? It would be deeply meaningful, something that shows just how much he pays attention to you. Maybe it's a piece of jewelry you admired when passing by a shop and you stared at it with eyes lingering just a few seconds too long as you murmured 'Maybe someday...' he would commit that to memory and ensure that someday comes sooner than you would ever expect.

Or maybe it is a trinket that goes along with your ever-growing collection. Bonus points it if is something rather hard to find out in the world. He would scour markets, libraries, or far-flung ports to track it down just knowing the joy it will give you.

Sometimes it is the nostalgia that gets him. Stories from your childhood that brought up memories of a toy or a book you miss. and Law would listen and find a way to surprise you with a piece of your past.

And Law doesn't ever expect anything in return either. But it truly would be lovely if you had something to give in return to a man who clearly cares deeply for you.

[maskedbutsilly]

hellor,,,, pou drew lilbur

pou is no good at art, but pou likes !

[toxenahazbinblog]

Going over general hellore again, felt the need to doodle up a batch of what each ring’s imps look like

Tried to make them look both unique, but also very clearly still imps

💖 Mod Tox

[candlelitapple]

Beebs practice hellor

[frownyalfred]

Hellor! Recently read your ‘Alfred gets frisked by a cop and said cop subsequently gets threatened by not Batman but Bruce Wayne’ fic and I was wondering where you got the police codes from! I know that may seem like a weird question but. Meh.

I pulled them mostly from a California state police radio manual! So they might not apply to New Jersey like I claimed they did in the fic. But it was a good list of codes and explanations so I ended up just sticking with that instead of digging too deep to find NJ ones.

I also watch a lot of dashcam videos, so some of the language was definitely pulled from those.

[dustcrumbs]

hi frésh!!do you have any hcs for the bad guys height? and do you like any fanmade undertale au songs?

Hellor

And

Yes, I do, indeedy!! Horrors big because I SAID so.

And for undertale au music

I don't know MUCH honestly

I do like that one Tokyovania-ink sans megalovania. And there was a dust sans theme I enjoyed but I can't find it

Obviously, I love stronger than you, all versions, but preferably frisks 😼

[sm-baby]

hellor. i eated your carnival gangle design😞😞

Was it yummy?

[immeasurablesaladagere]

Hellor!!

I was wondering if you can bless us with some little chase who has ADHD struggling to deal with over/under-stimulation and caregiver house happily helping him true it ?

(Would be really nice if you also include little Cameron and foreman helping as well)

Thanks!!!—💎⚜️✨

Yaaayy little!Chase fic :) Fun fact: the first fanfic I ever wrote and published online was about sensory overload (it's long gone now, lol). Gosh I've improved a lot since then.

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Word Count: 1539

Summery: House is looking after a regressed Chase, Cameron, and Foreman during a playdate when everything starts to become too much for Chase.

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Allison squealed excitedly as she placed a plastic tiara on Foreman’s head. “Eeee! You’re so pretty now!”

Foreman chuckled, humouring her, and straightened it. The little plastic combs meant to keep it in place didn’t work on his bald head, so the crown balanced precariously. “Why am I the princess again?”

“Because someone has to be, and I’m the knight already! Robbie, are you sure you don’t wanna play kingdoms?”

Chase glanced up from his colouring page. He really didn’t. Ally’s games of pretend were fun, and if she had asked an hour ago he would’ve agreed to play even if that meant he had to be a princess, but now everything was just too loud. He wished that she didn’t want to play at all, but he knew that wasn’t fair for her to have to stop having fun because of him. Besides, Foreman was big-brother today, so he didn’t feel too bad. “I’m sure. I don’t wanna play with you guys, I just wanna colour.”

She huffed. “Fine, but you’re missing out!” 

He tried not to listen to them as they began talking loudly about the kingdom they were in and the evil wizard coming to capture the princess, pressing one hand against his ear while he used the other to shade in the octopus he was colouring. He wished that Ally liked quieter games. But it wasn’t just Ally and Foreman; everything was too noisy, and it was making him upset. He could hear the air conditioner, and the fridge rattling as House moved around in the kitchen to make them an afternoon snack, and the terrible sound of his crayons scratching against the paper, which made his teeth hurt.  

“Okay kiddies, come and get it!” House announced, presenting a big plate of snacks and three drinks; two sippy cups of orange juice for Chase and Ally, and a big-kid cup of apple juice for Foreman.

“Yay, snacks!” Ally exclaimed, and grabbed a handful of animal crackers and fruit. Foreman took a few squares of cheese, and Chase took a few grapes and nibbled on them slowly.

The sound of Ally chewing made his skin feel itchy. “Ally, don’t eat with your mouth open.” He scowled, “It’s gross.”

She looked a little hurt at his tone, and Foreman raised his eyebrows. Maybe that was a little too mean. “Okay, sorry…” 

He awkwardly went back to his colouring. Thankfully she didn’t seem to be upset for long, and she dragged Foreman back to continue their game after eating most of the animal crackers and strawberries. 

“You doing okay there, pipsqueak?” House asked, not loud enough for Foreman or Ally to hear, and Chase nodded.

“Mhm.”

House gave him a strange look, then shrugged and turned to go back to the kitchen. “Alright. Let me know if you guys need anything.”

It got harder and harder to focus on his picture as Ally and Foreman’s game got louder and louder. It was bad enough that even House had to ask them to play a little quieter, and that worked for a little bit, but they just got loud again. Chase’s hands were almost shaking, he was so frustrated. Every time Ally shrieked or laughed it made his ears hurt and his skin crawl, and he had already snapped two crayons by accident because he was pressing too hard on the paper. He wanted to shout at them for being so loud, to throw his crayons and rip up the paper, but he knew that only naughty kids did that. He wasn’t going to be naughty, he told himself, he wasn’t going to be—

Ally gasped, and suddenly his shirt and lap were drenched in something cold and wet. Her eyes were wide, toy sword outstretched mid-swing, and Foreman’s cup of apple juice was knocked over, spilling all over him, his picture, and the table. At first he just sat there, too stunned to react, and then he felt his wet clothes shift against his skin. He snapped.

“ALLY!” He yelled. His picture was ruined, his clothes were covered in juice, and when it dried he was going to be all sticky and disgusting, and everything felt awful and he wanted it off, he wanted everything to be quiet. 

“Robbie, I—“ Ally tried to reach out towards him and he smacked her hand away.

“Get away from me!” Everything felt sharp. He couldn’t decide between pressing his hands to his ears and never taking them off and trying to get the feeling of wet fabric away from him. He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a muffled scream through his teeth. Get off, get off, go away, he wanted everything to go away.

An unsteady set of footsteps approached him, which meant House was there. He clamped his hands over his ears. No, please go away. No more people, no more.

“What’s wrong with him?” Ally asked nervously.

“Robbie.” House was talking very softly. “Take a deep breath.”

He sucked in a breath and forced it out, cringing as his damp shirt moved against him.

“Good. Another one.”

The next try was slower, and after a few more, the buzzing under his skin began to go away. It was still there, but he didn’t feel like screaming anymore. He slowly opened his eyes to see House half-knelt in front of him and Ally and Foreman watching anxiously over his shoulder. 

“There you go. Allison, get Robbie’s change of clothes from his bag and Foreman, can you get me my headphones? They’re on the kitchen table.” They both nodded and rushed off, and House stood up. “You, come with me.”

He slowly waddled after House to the bathroom, where House handed him a washcloth. “Cover that in warm water, take your clothes off and wash yourself off so you won’t be sticky, and then you can change into your other clothes.” He instructed quietly, “…Do you need any help?”

Chase’s cheeks burned. “No.”

Ally and Foreman came up and handed over the clothes and headphones, and House sent them back to the living room. He put everything down on the bathroom counter and pointed to the headphones. “Those will make everything less loud. Don’t let them get wet, Papa House needs them back.”

He nodded, and was left to his own devices. He shedded his soaked shirt and shorts and began wiping off the juice. The more he started to calm down, the more shame he felt. He’d been naughty. He’d just thrown a wobbly because Ally spilled juice on him, and she didn’t even do it on purpose. He changed into his old adult clothes and then hesitantly slid the headphones over his ears.

The background noises went away. There was no more talking, no more fan, no more apartment sounds, and the knot in his chest began to unwind. He took a big, deep breath, and left the bathroom.

When he came into the living room, House was on the couch and Foreman was reading a picture book to Ally on the floor, their dress-up toys put away in the bin.

“Is that better?” House asked. He sounded funny with the headphones, like he was underwater. Chase nodded. “Good. We’re going to have quiet time for a bit, you can put your wet clothes in here.” He handed him a plastic grocery bag. 

He put the clothes in the bag and dropped them by the door, then wandered over to the toy bin. He didn’t really feel like playing or reading; he wanted something to cuddle. He carefully sifted through it until he found the big stuffed bear, Teddy, at the bottom. Who left Teddy down there? He was probably really lonely all by himself. He pulled Teddy out and was about to go sit on the couch when he made eye contact with Ally. He quickly looked away.

“M’sorry for yelling at you…”

“I’m sorry for spilling the juice on you an’ being loud,” She said earnestly, “I didn’ know you weren’t feeling good.”

He shrugged bashfully. “S’okay.”

With apologies said and all right with the world again, Chase climbed onto the couch and curled up, hugging Teddy close to his chest. Teddy was soft, and he was tired. He tucked his face against Teddy’s fur, and he felt light and very, very small.

“House? I think Robbie’s really little.” Foreman said, pointing.

House smirked. “I think you might be right. Can I get a number?” He asked.

He had to think about it for a second before lazily holding up three fingers.

Ally cooed. “Awe, he’s just a baby!” She exclaimed, then her eyes went a little wide. “Sorry, I mean awe, he’s just a baby.” She whispered.

“You’re right, he is, and I think it’s time for the baby to take a nap.” House said, turning to grab the blanket thrown over the back of the couch and draping it over him.

Foreman got up and walked over to Chase’s bag, digging through it until he pulled out a yellow pacifier. He came back and held it up to him. “Do you want this?”

Chase easily accepted it and snuggled back up against Teddy, eyes slipping closed.

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“…Can we play kingdoms again if we’re really, really quiet?”