#loser🫵🫵🫵

[dagrapesody]

You’re in danger now~

Also some gijinka practice stuff. The last one is kinda ugly, but it’s older, so I don’t mind it.

[napping-sapphic]

take your clothes off and get on the bed what no we aren’t having sex right now we’re cuddling and pressing every inch of skin together as close as possible for the next six hours

[erabu-san]

CYNO'S QUEST SOON I AM SHAKING

i am so excited to learn more abt his past !! Here a little silly HC of how Cyrus (Cyno's adoptive dad) became the most dedicated mono-parent of Sumeru.

He is so moved because his friends said his haircut is lame, then Cyno just copied him 😔😔

"MY SON SAID MY HAIRCUT IS COOL STFU Y'ALL 🗣🗣"

ANYWAY. I hope we can also see Cyrus hihihihi ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

[tizeline]

i was just thinking about ur au and thought about how in these frequent meetings with leo in run in the mill specifically during times where there's literally nothing to do, leo would just observe

leo would sit in his table (all alone. on his own.) while watching donnie interact with april. leo would feel sick to his stomach while wishing to interact with donnie the same way. he envies donnie, that he is capable of holding a conversation with a human (out of all people!) and not even putting an effort with own brothers. he envies april, a human, to be capable of showing kindness because thats not what humans are like, right? the baron taught him better. leo should know better.

but at the end of the day, donnie is leo's brother. he's family. i believe in the theory that all leos, no matter the universe, that he always puts his family first, that he cares. and yet, it would seem that donnie himself doesn't want to be family (despite how much donnie wants that as much as his brothers)

and again, they're family! aren't they supposed to get along? leo is discouraged, he is hurt (a vulnerability that leo despised to admit or show to anyone) and instead he feigns anger at donnie

i imagine that over time, leo would eventually realize what april and donnie are to each other. they're family. donnie would put april and splinter first before himself - leo knows what that is like. and finally a common ground between leo and donnie

i find it interesting how you basically made april the catalyst for leo's revelation. anyways sorry for dumping this on you, this is all assumption ahahha not even sure if i got it right. curious to see what you'll do with raph or mikey,,, or u already have done something and i missed it cuz i am an idiot lol

i just adore ur au sm <33 have a nice day !!

Damn Anon, you were pretty much right on the money, I don't feel like I have much to add.

But as a reward, have some angst, here ya go! 🫵

And I'm definitely planning on creating more Raph and Mikey focused content in the future!! I just started thinking of Leo's character in this AU and got all caught up in that lol. I find it easier to focus on one aspect of the AU at a time, so for now I'm stuck in the Leo-Brooding-In-A-Pizzeria-Arc 👍But I'm hoping to explore Raph's character soon :D

[satanghulu]

rose-tinted glasses

✦ PAIRING: satan x g!n reader ✦ SUMMARY: writing this because i didnt get that damn satan card where he was wearing glasses; satan & reader are NOT in an relationship, but there’s pining <3 also fluff! ✦ WC: 1.6K

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“You’re not wearing your contacts today?” 

Manicured fingers dig into the sides of his cheek as Asmo peers closely at the frame covering his eyes. Satan begrudgingly lets the fifth brother tilt his face sideways as he does mental inner meditation to not slap the offending hands off.

For good measure, he shakes Satan’s head a few more times before letting go. 

“Why the sudden change?” Asmo questioned, as Satan brought up a hand to touch his jaw.

There were slight indentations along his jawline from where Asmo’s manicured fingers had touched; Satan crossed his arms across his chest and huffed.

Patience.

“Just felt like it.” 

Asmo snorted. 

“No other reason?” He looked knowingly at Satan, a sly smile playing on his lip.

“Look, those frames are too big on your face.” Asmo pauses and turns back to his vanity to pry open one of his various drawers. He digs through it, looking for something. 

“Use this. They complement your face shape better.”

Satan barely catches the pair of glasses flying towards him. If Asmo had put his mind to channel his athleticism, Satan reckons that he would be almost on par with Beel. Asmo closes his drawer, turns to the mirror, and grabs a lipstick from the table to continue his routine. He gestures for Satan to put the pair on.

“Do these even have a degree?” He puts the glasses on, taken by surprise when his vision remains as clear as ever.

Asmo laughs, the sound tinkling pleasantly through his ears even as he continues to rummage through his vanity for something else.

“Those are in your degree. I had them made for you.”

The question, “Why did you have them in my degree?” flashes briefly in his mind but he swallows it back down.

“Thanks.”

Asmo waves him off, still looking at himself in the mirror. Understanding he was dismissed, Satan turns to leave the room.

“Wait! Before you go, which shade matches better?” The Avatar of Lust holds up two lipsticks close to his face. Staring at them, Satan wonders what even is the difference.

“The one on the right.” He took a wild guess, the chosen lipstick seemed to pull more pink against the fifth brother’s face. Also, you had once mentioned to him that pink looks the best on Asmo.

Asmo’s face breaks out into a wide grin, unscrewing the cap of the lipstick. This time, Satan quietly sneaks out of the room.

.

A hand on his shoulder jolts Satan out of his daydreaming.

“Hey, little brother--“ The voice started. “Wait, are yer wearing glasses?” A tuft of white hair blocks his vision as the culprit grabs him by the shoulder to shout in his ear.

It was deafeningly loud and noisy as expected.

Satan rolls up the newspaper he is holding and smacks the demon.

“Ow! Why didya do that for?” The secondborn’s lip twisted into a pout. “Seems like you’re fine. Can ya lend me money?” The newspaper in his hand came down for a second beating.

“Okay, okay! I won’t ask you for money!” Mammon tries to dodge the subsequent beatings but fails in doing so. 

“Geez, why are you so violent?” He grouches, rubbing at the top of his head. Satan brings up the offending object threateningly again. Mammon squawked loudly and raised both hands up in defense.

“That wasn’t me! Uh… That was the floor talking!” Satan looks pointedly at the carpeted floor before trailing his eyes back up to his older brother. He wonders if there is a brain inside that empty vessel called his head.

“Anyways, why do you need money? Again.” His eyes twitch as he tries to unroll the newspaper so that he can pretend to read and simultaneously disregard his brother's existence in the room.

Mammon’s mouth opens to explain.

“Actually, scratch that. I don’t need to know.” He brings the newspaper up, covering the second eldest brother’s face from his vision. He watches Mammon’s leg bounce up and down from beside him.

“Yo.” The couch dips beside him, the furniture sinking under the weight of the secondborn.

Satan ignores him.

“Hey.” This time, Mammon pokes him on the cheek. Repeatedly.

Satan continues to ignore him.

“Are ya really ignoring your older brother?” Mammon huffed out in disbelief. He proceeded to curl his fist into a ball and punch Satan.

“Ow! What the hell, Mammon?” Satan rubs his shoulder once before turning to punch Mammon back.

“We’re already in hell, my dear younger brother.” Mammon simpers before his expression turns pained from the assault.

“Now that I finally got your attention.” He pauses dramatically. “Are ya’ like copying Lucifer or something? What’s up with the glasses?” 

Satan exhales once through his nose, then twice sharply. The mental meditation exercises that you had taught him were failing today.

“I’m giving you five seconds to run.” He says politely.

“Wha- Oh shit!” Mammon protested but he was already getting up from the couch to turn into his demon form as he ran away.

Ah, sweet silence.

He counts to ten seconds, enjoying the moment of peace. Satan then picks up the fallen object again and curls it up. When he finds Mammon, he will stuff his mouth with the newspaper and ensure he cannot open his mouth in the foreseeable future.

.

Satan slowly opens the door to your bedroom, padding in softly when he hears no sounds of protest. He hasn’t seen you even once today – your presence was needed at the Demon Lord Castle for an event which meant you had an early start to the day.

He wasn’t even sure if you had even eaten breakfast before you left. The silence left in your absence was largely felt and his heart squeezes at the thought of it.

“Hey.” The gentle shaking woke you up and the second thing you notice is the delicious aroma of food wafting from the tray he carries. 

You had collapsed on the floor, too tired to even change out from your outfit before knocking out. Now, you were facing the consequences of it. Your back was hurting and you could feel the dried saliva on the side of your mouth.

Timidly, you bring up a hand to wipe at it.

For a few seconds, Satan watches as you blink bearily at him.

“Satan?” 

He thinks you resemble a kitten when you stretch and yawn. It could partly be because he thinks they’re the cutest animals in the three realms, and you are the cutest in his eyes. He ran his thumb over your cheek as you leaned in closer to his touch. The sight was so heart-wrenchingly adorable, that it made him twitch in anger.

He slides the tray of food in front of you, watching as your face lit up in excitement.

“Soup?” The bowl was at your eye level as you inspected it closely. “Where did you learn this recipe?” You questioned, barely able to hold back your curiosity.

Satan pauses. He had gone over to Purgatory Hall, bothering Solomon for a human-world comfort soup recipe. Looking on the net was an option he had considered but ultimately, he decided that asking another human would be better. Solomon wasn’t the best in cooking — Satan had done further research into the recipe to perfect it. There were a few trials and errors but finally, he has found the opportunity to show it off to you.

“Online.” He bluffed, slightly miffed when you pulled away from his touch to reach for the cutleries. There was no way he was telling you the efforts he went through just to learn the recipe.

“Really? It must have been hard.” You said warmly, a smile tugging on the sides of your lips. A red tint stained his cheek and Satan wishes that he could just swoop in to give you a kiss. 

“Thank you.” You muttered, blowing the steam from the soup into his face playfully.

He continues to watch you fondly, as you continue on with your meal. Absentmindedly, he pushed the glasses on his nose up higher as it slid down his nose bridge.

The clattering of your spoon scares him, but before he could check in on you, you had already closed the distance and were now looking earnestly at his face.

“Glasses!” You said delightedly, face much too close to him. He could feel the blood rushing to his face even though he was pleased with this development.

He nods slowly, cheeks burning.

“But I thought you hated wearing glasses because it reminds you of Lucifer?” He was disappointed that you had moved back but at least, he was sure his heart wasn’t going to go into cardiac arrest anytime soon. 

“This pair is different.” He pointed at the frames adorning his face, peevish that you had mentioned the oldest brother in his presence.

You nod, agreeing with him.

“I’m glad you’re wearing glasses more often now.” You smile, the corners of your eyes crinkling upwards. “Like I said, I do think you look really handsome in them.”

His heart skipped a beat again.

The truth was that he had only dug out his only working pair of glasses because you had made a passing comment that you liked how he looked in them.

“Thanks.” 

He coughed awkwardly, gesturing to the tray.

“Are you done with the bowl? I’ll bring them to the kitchen.” You gave him that smile again, the one that makes his heart clench.

“No worries, I’ll bring it down myself.” 

The distinct aroma of your perfume fills his nose as you lean into his space with your arms open for a hug.

“Thank you.”

Satan could feel his mind running overtime and stopping in its tracks. He lost. He was utterly disarmed by your charms.

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a/n ▸ satan is a walking fashion disaster, theres no way that asmo didnt switch out his pair for a nicer one. also im sorry for the influx of satan fics lately, been having the worst brainrot about this man suddenly </33333 (not true, the brainrot is always there) also this fic was born from this reblog i saw ;; it appeared again on my dash and i wrote this in one sitting LOL

[churrosnt]

me thinks he needs a messy bun

[fizzytoo]

market day: 02, the final day!

the kamealoha siblings enjoy mae's sweet berry waffles and lemonade on the final day of the weekend market. they also partake in some chestnut ridge gossip with a local named devin

karlee does a few more portraits before the day is done, including one for an older brother and a cheeky little sister (karlee thinks they're both very puppy-like and can't help but to tease libby)

mae by @pearlean devin by @maelfe jack & libby by @squea

karlee getting the adoring sentiment the very first time she talks to jack,,, no i get it he's so puppy

[dailydccomics]

when being a stan goes too far Titans #11 art by Lucas Meyer

[romaritimeharbor]

"the five sinners of khaenri'ah"

...

you know who those mfs look like lowkey?

LOOK 🗣❗️❗️❗️

[feralnightwing]

mouthwashing makes me more mentally ill than i already am.

[clowningaroundmars]

hobie genuinely making miles snort-laugh with such a stupid lame joke but miles just cant help it!

its like miles' lame "am i late or are you all just early?" joke that gwen giggled at in itsv. every spiderperson is super lame and corny

for example, hobie taking miles to his boat for the first time

miles: you live on a BOAT??! how?!! :O

hobie: i mean i gotta, dont i? i'm an anarchist. all i ever do is… "pirate" ;)

miles:

hobie:

miles:

hobie:

miles, turning around suddenly: snrrkk kmfmfff-

[mousfri]

i don't think we talk enough about how completely ouch it is that hannibal lecter (a lonely man accepted by his peers only for his perfectly curated mask of a person he could be but isn't) dedicated time and effort into writing a paper called 'Evolutionary Origins of Social Exclusion'

like okay??? dedicate potentially years of research into trying to find a justifiable cause for why humanity has rejected you? go ahead, pretend its just a little joke, a nod to your difference, your exclusion and how well you dismiss it. pretend it isn't an insight into your genuine resentment for all the inferior animals beneath you, to call them out on how even now they yield over and over to instinct, and you don't.

[nico-di-genova]

Okay, goodnight everyone. I leave you with glasses and nose strip James Hinchcliffe :)

[remusawoooo]

why do some of you post like it's remus' (a fictional character) fault that sirius is misinterpreted in fandom?? 😭😭 both of them are getting shat on, it's just interesting that some of you don't think that the alpha imposition is as demeaning as a feminine interpretation.

not that people don't make fun of the alpha remus tag, but somehow it's seen as "remus is made better than the pathetic loser that he is" while some even argue that sirius is the real alpha dom with his cigarettes and bikes. can we hit the brakes before swinging too much to the other end of the spectrum. if you still want a f/m dyanmic with sirius and remus roles reversed, how much credibility does your argument really have lmao.

[ama-dragonfishquest2]

So do you guys do anything special for Christmas/New Year’s? Or is it just business as usual?

"It's pretty much business as usual for me with the holidays: so long as money's moving through the streets, so am I! And man does it move..."

"The Young Master's girlfriend's birthday is on New Year's Eve actually, so after work I have to go along with him to celebrate unless I want an earful from the captain- not that I mind, obviously! We've been friends since I first swore up to Arakawa-san, so I always get a kick out of seeing him when I can. We even have the same birthday you know; it's actually our birthdays today!"

(It's pretty funny how he was born a day right after his girlfriend, isn't it? Might as well be a joint celebration, haha!)

[tyresdeg]

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