#poopoo answers

[deadlysoupy]

I’m curious, what are your unpopular opinions about tmnt 🔥 and writing 🔥

hi dude!!! im surprised to see you in my askbox and honestly very flattered 😳😳😳😳

for tmnt: while i sometimes come out as someone who dislikes rise, i think it's very fun and enjoyable. it explored new ideas, gave a lot of edge to old characters and created new ones who are in my heart forever (Draxum gets too much hate imo)

but i feel like people give it too much credit. it's not my place to criticize it, but i really think it has some major turn-downs (at least for me). when the show aired, i thought of it as a little silly time, when i can just watch a purely fun show about ninja turtles without plot-heavy storylines like we had in the past. i was also delighted when there wasn't a trace of Leo and Raph conflict we had in every iteration. it was like a breath of fresh air, i was enjoying it. but the pacing changed and it became serious. while i don't think it was too weird, it still felt jarring, i didn't know what the show wanted to be anymore. the second season is a doozy, which is understandable and it's a real shame we didn't get those filler episodes that would flesh out the characters more.

and the rise movie. man. it gets some things just right and some things wrong. and again we get that Leo and Raph fight about being a leader. Leo gets too much attention, both in the show and in the movie. it's really getting on my nerves.

one thing i applaud rise for is giving Mikey that edge people need to see more - his personalities, to be precise. i feel like we kinda forget that Mikey should be a bit insane, and rise, thank god, sees it as an opportunity to show him unhinged a lot of times. not enough, in my opinion, and his character got a little too soft when the movie came out, but the effort was there and i'm really grateful for that. it's why i love 2003 Mikey with all of me - he's fucking bonkers, has no filter, and will cause mayhem just to see something explode. i really hope MM Mikey will be like that, too, thought i don't have high hopes. he still looks fun tho

little side-notes: i hate hair on turtles (ew) and most of rise fandom is toxic (can't go into this bc i'm afraid people will shit on me)

for writing: writing is a chore. like, really. writers say a lot of times that they want to see words on their google docs magically appear without them having to write anything, and i completely agree. as a writer who majorly writes in their second language (thus i have difficulty writing in my native one (don't ask me how that works, i don't know either)) i hate actually writing words. i've been doing this as a hobby for about four years and i still have no idea what my style is and how to not sound like a moron or a ten year old. i look back on my writing and see a child, not an adult who studied english for most of their life. hell, i'm getting my eng major (sort of) and getting ready for international english exams and i still sound like a baby with images in head but no words to describe them. it sucks.

i enjoy storytelling a ton, but no matter how much everyone will say to you "you shouldn't worry too much about words, this is a story only you can tell, if you have a story you should share it!" it doesn't work that way. you need to be able to both feel a story and be able to tell it, and if you can't find the right words that punch people in their hearts, it won't do that well. so maybe some people who are full of imagination and stories to tell simply aren't destined to become writers. this is either a harsh truth or me just being a pessimist, idk

and i think that's it! i dunno if these are unpopular or not but they've been on my mind for a while so yeah. thank you sm for this ask!!!!!!

[soaps-mohawk]

peepee poopoo

👀

If this is who I think it is...I'm watching you

[size-two-shrimp]

shit poopoo palette gauntlet: v2 ice cream?

Them!! I spent too long on this, but it was tons of fun :]

Color palette

[hollowfaith]

Poopoohead

"If you're idle enough to text me, we might as well speak in person."

"Let's double the time of the counseling session this week."

[ink-and-dagger]

this all gets a lot harder when "caca" in my language means poop 🤣

Yeah makes me think of poop too 😂 honestly the OG meme makes me crack up every single time I see it

[cinnaminsvga]

I really like how you’ve not been active at all. But people including me have been here for years and are like “Oh!!! Hi!! Missed you!! *insert random update on life* so what about you?”

It’s just a vibe honestly “we haven’t talked or seen each other in years but let’s act like we’re back in the time frame we all were active like nothings changed”

"i really like how you've not been active at all" is such a funny opener HASKDJKASJD you got me in the first half ngl 💀

i like hearing peoples updates on life,, kinda helps me detach from my own life and remember "oh shit!! people out here living their lives and im not alone but also wow i truly am i drop in the ocean AGHHHGHG" ALSO yeah i always act like time hasnt passed bc uhhhh i dont think ive mentally developed at all LMAOO /hj im still kind of a shithead with the same-ish sense of humor

ANYWAY in other news did you guys know that i broke my shower at 1 am last night? like somehow the shower nozzle just exploded and it would not turn off so i had to do the guilty walk of shame to my landlord's house to ask him to help me ;w; its further embarrassing bc i took the shower with the intention of having a stressful wank (tmi sorry) because im moving in a few days so like i NEEDED the 2 seconds of serotonin. its extra embarrassing to have 1) not been able to slap my beans, 2) break my shower just two days before moving, 3) and had to knock on my landlords door like a caveman bc his phone was on do not disturb

uhhhh YEAH time to blink and stare at a wall

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

can i have head canon of michael kaiser cook mac and cheese

smth like this?

art is by @lolitsleia!

[guardianwallace]

i hate customers if you’re a customer dni

[billystime]

hate mail

god i KNEW you were a bad egg kellybuggachat *spits* of COURSE you would send hate mail how dare you im calling the authorities

[muppetjackrackham]

☆- put this star in the inbox of your favorite blogs. Its time to spread positivity ! 🌷

lion cleans out her inbox

LINDS MY DARLING DEAREST IT'S BEEN TOO LONG

[supportingfire]

he's not home yet - but the instructions were clear that night: a request for thoma to occupy his bedroom regardless of how late he might arrive. not that it was outside the norm for him to do so, but ayato was explicit in his requests - so much so that he listed the time, the state of dress he'd prefer his lover (nothing), and a very, very detailed and verbose outline of... how to ready himself for whatever ayato might have had planned for when he did show back up.

despite his absence, three items rest upon his retainer's pillow (who brought them in is anyone's guess) when he does choose to arrive. the first: a red wrapped bouquet, windwheel asters (preserved with meticulous dendro energy) mixed with sprigs from the sakura tree that stood sentinel in ayato's private garden. the second, a small box of chocolates mixed with liquor from fontaine (untouched by ayato's devious hands), and the third...

carefully pillowed upon vestiges of deep blue velvet lay a simple dark collar and leash - soft leather unadorned by patterns apart from the kamisato emblem tooled near the buckle. cheeky of ayato, as always, to accentuate any sort of romance with his... sexual proclivities. but what was most curious was in the corner of same container rest a small divet... where a ring might of rested. and yet, that item seemed to be missing from the gift. but it mattered not - ayato's demands had been clear: put the collar on, undress. and wait.

luckily for thoma, the yashiro commissioner was intent on hurrying home that night.

ayato being away from the estate on business was not a new venture, nor would it stop any time soon, so thoma can't exactly be disappointed the man would be absent their first valentine's as an official couple. the "holiday" was mostly a mondstadt custom anyway, but other nations had adopted the symbolic day of love and friendship. thoma would never put personal needs above that of the clan, the commission, and he takes pride knowing when his lover does return, he will have ayato all to himself. thoma will give his gifts then, and they can celebrate in their own time. which is why he takes to his tasks for the day with an upbeat attitude, like always, and completes most of his chores before dusk has arrived.

after a shower and a light snack, he returns to their quarters to find items laid out for him on his side of the bed. impossible to miss, as they hadn't been there thirty minutes ago. eyes gravitate instantly to the fresh flowers, mind remembering how they smell before he even brings them to his nose. he inhales deep the scent of home, of a part of his youth he cherishes like gold, along with a hint of something familiar. something that smells like his home, now. sakura. the lengths ayato must have gone to to get not just one, but an entire fresh bouquet of windwheels was no small feat. thoma has to stop before continuing his investigation further to procure a vase from the connected bathroom, setting the windwheels and sakuras in the clear glass container to safely place them on the nearby nightstand.

chocolates, next. typical for the day, he thinks, but sweet (literally) nonetheless. and the kind were exquisite, also imported, and probably cost a pretty mora or two to bring to inazuma. their borders may be open now, but it hasn't been long, and trade is still trying to catch up. ayato wasted no expense to procure the indulgent treats for him, and it makes retainer feel a warmth that had nothing to do with his vision. the man could have given thoma socks for all he cared, any gift ayato put thought into to give to him was cherished. thoma feels a little sheepish when he considers the winter coat he purchased, and the yukata he'd sewn for ayato's own gifts. it didn't seem like enough in return…ah, but there was more still. gaze falls to the last item laid out for him, and the card along with it.

briefly, he wonders what poor sap had been wrangled to drop off these items in such a way, considering maybe an apology was in order...there was no way one could mistake the collar and leash as one for a common dog. the leather was immaculate, too well-made to be used on an animal, not to mention the neck looked large. and the most glaring fact of all - they didn't own a dog. as thoma reads the incredibly in-depth description of what ayato wants when he returns, a mixture of excitement and sheepishness wash over him. he was returning tonight, how long did thoma have to prepare? he's already showered…archons, that man. damn how well ayato knew him, for thoma's mind is already racing at the possibilities. fingers fondle the soft leather strap of the leash, feeling a heat settle in his gut like fresh tea. the excitement for what's to come almost overwhelmed him as he secured the collar around his neck, he had to take a moment to focus, before he began preparing for ayato's return.

thoma, of course, does exactly as he's told, ready to spend the long evening with his lord commissioner and their non-existent dog.

[luckypies]

Can you draw a hybrid between Error Sans, Sonic.exe, Tails Doll, Ugandan Knuckles, Bendy, Suicide Mouse, Bill Cipher, Slenderman and Jeff the Killer and also a image of them together reacting to it in the image?

Who’s goddam child is this??? Where are your parents?????

[hetacakes]

I think there was a short imagine you wrote of what Xiao and Lumine will be like if they had a baby together except I find it

did i? i don't think i did but if u find it pls send it to me and prove me wrong

it's unlikely that i did tho bc i don't like kids LMAO i mean yes they're cute but like only when i can give them back 😭😭 generally kids like me but hearing a kid crying is like nails on a chalkboard for me

[dontsh0vethesun]

fire

masterlist

melissa schemmenti x reader

pure fluff, kissing, slightly suggestive comments

a/n - based on the ep of the same name because firefighter obsessed melissa is the cutest thing on the planet - wrote this as i rewatched it so hopefully it's not poopoo caca | wc: 1.5k

Maybe you shouldn’t be this smiley following a fire in the break room. It should probably be your main focus. But knowing that there’s a fire truck just outside the school has you buzzing with excitement. And seeing an equally as excited Melissa Schemmenti as you lead your class in a single file down the hallway just made you smile even more. 

“Mel, do you think there’s a chance you could use your skill of persuasion to get me a turn in the truck?” you asked her, smiling so innocently that she couldn’t help but mentally swoon. 

“Right ahead of ya,” she returned before turning to her kids who were waiting to be let back into class. “Okay, now, everyone drop your bags. Zip those coats back up - we’re going on an excursion.”

“What’s an excursion?” one of them questioned. 

“That’s where youse all work those puppy dog eyes to get the firefighters to let us play on the truck,” she answered, loving how you practically bounced your way outside beside her, two rows of children in tow. “I always wanted to be a firefighter - I didn’t realise you were into it all too.”

“Well, I’m not, exactly,” you began, slightly embarrassed at your real reason for rushing outside. “I’ve just always wanted one of those helmets. And to sit in a truck. And maybe put the sirens on.”

Melissa couldn’t help the way her smile seemed impossible to dampen, she stood opposite you as you held the doors open for the kids to follow you outside. She didn’t walk off without leaning in so closely you could smell her perfume though, with her breath against your cheek in a way that made your cheeks set alight. 

“You in a firefighter uniform? I’d definitely buy that calendar.”

You accepted your infatuation with the older woman a while ago, as she had with you. But you both had your fears, dancing on that line between friends and lovers, at a stalemate waiting for the other to make a move.

“See, this is why I love fire trucks. I get older, they stay the same,” she mused, looking at the vehicle. “Nothing beats fire engine red.”

You’re sure she looked at you as she spoke, though you couldn’t return the gaze, too flustered by her as always. The way her jeans made your imagination run wild, how she had the most adorable ramblings for her interest. And, of course, you knew the statement was true. Fire engine red truly was sublime. 

It seemed to only be the pair of you to find amusement in the loud blare from the horn when she pressed it but with a shared bubble of laughter, you couldn’t care less about looking ‘uncool’ in front of the kids. 

“Want a go?” Melissa asked, laughing at your eagerness as you nodded and took her outstretched hand. 

“As if I’d say no,” you answered, feeling bashful when she pulled you onto her lap. She’d claim there was nowhere else for you to sit, that sliding over to the driver’s seat would be too much hassle. She wouldn’t mention the smirk she hid from you when she rested her hands on your waist. 

Again, the both of you received disapproving looks from the firefighters when the horn broke through all the noise, giggling to yourselves immaturely. 

Before long, you’d gone your separate ways, with Melissa spewing knowledge about the topic and you making your way to a man scrolling through his phone. 

“Hey,” you smiled.

“Hi,” he returned, already buying the bordering flirtatious smile you gave him. “You work here?”

“No, I just walked in off the street,” you returned, huffing a laugh at his concerned look. “Yeah, of course I work here. You a firefighter?”

“Touche,” he laughed, “So, what can I do for ya?” 

You almost feel guilty for letting him down, but there’s only one Phillie-accented voice that can make your heart skip a beat. 

“I noticed that there’s a spare jacket lyin’ around,” you uttered with a gesture towards the discarded clothing lying on the ground next to him. “And I was wondering if maybe there’s a hat to go along with it?”

You could tell he was disappointed. You could also tell he was about to deny your request but his words fell on deaf ears when you picked the coat up anyway, smiling largely as you pulled it onto your body. 

“Mel!” you shouted, half jogging away from the owner of the jacket. “How do I look?” 

You gave her a little twirl, the sleeves burying your hands in a way she thought was the most adorable thing she’d ever seen. 

“Like a million bucks,” she smirked, admiring you fondly. “How’d you get ‘em to let you wear it?”

“She didn’t.” Neither of you had noticed him standing near you with a slightly annoyed look on his face. You almost shrunk under his stare but you were too pleased with yourself to care. 

You also didn’t notice Barbara and Jacob asking the group of bored children what they were doing. They approached whilst you returned the jacket with a frown.

“You two are more immature than my kindergarteners,” Barbara tutted. “Now, come inside, we have a mandatory fire safety talk.” 

You’d both been perfectly chastised and followed everybody in without argument.

–

Later on in the day, you’d found her doing what you were headed to do as well, bidding a final farewell to the gloriously red engine. 

“Ma’am, we really need to get going,” one of them sighed. “There’s got to be a fire somewhere.”

“Jacob,” you whispered, nudging your elbow into his side. “Do something.”

“What do you want me to do? I can’t force them to stay here.”

“C’mon, put those improv classes to use.”

Of course, that was enough to get him striding towards them, muttering something about Frisbee and practically fighting the hands away from his cookies that were almost used as a way to fetch it down. 

“Are you familiar with the Schemmentis of Southern Philidelphia?” you interrupted, breathing a sigh of relief when you saw the look of recognition you predicted to pass across his face. 

Soon enough you were watching Melissa climb a ladder to the roof. Part of you was terrified of the sight of heeled boots making their way up metal rungs. But the other watched on blissfully at the complete happiness on her face. You’d give anything to have this sight on a never-ending loop. 

“Thanks for lettin’ me do that,” she grinned once she’d climbed back down, still glowing from the excitement of the day. “Felt better than I could’ve imagined.”

You left her to her conversation, packing up your things from your classroom, cheeks aching from the glee you’ve felt today. You were stuck in your head, still reluctant to let go of the sight of Melissa in her own world. And maybe there were some less than wholesome ideations on your part, remembering the sight of the woman at the top of a ladder. 

A clearing of a throat behind you brought you back to earth and the sight of the redhead made heat crawl up your neck, mentally scolding yourself at the way your mind was beginning to wander. 

“Hey hot stuff,” she smirked; you rolled your eyes at her obvious pun but of course couldn’t help but return her smile. It was surprising how much your lips curl upwards when you’re in her presence, so effortless. 

“Hey.”

“I got ya somethin’,” she spoke, bringing her arms out from behind her back to reveal the shining firefighter helmet in her grasp. She laughed happily at the way you gasped. “Had to pay you back for getting ‘em to let me up on the roof,” she shrugged before placing it atop your head, brushing your hair away from your cheek while you shivered at the feeling of her finger stroking across your skin. 

“Thank you, Melissa,” you smiled, adjusting the way it sat on your head as she stepped closer to where you stood. 

“Anything to see a sweet thing like you lookin’ all cute,” she returned, daring to cup your cheek in her palm. You leant into her touch despite the way you wanted to shy away; there’s something about her that crushes the fear of vulnerability, you could never be anything but perfectly comfortable around her. 

“They wouldn’t let me try one on,” you pouted, which only made her eyes glint lovingly. 

“Eh, screw ‘em,” she chuckled, “Now, please, let me kiss you.”

You pulled her into you as soon as the words fell from her mouth. You felt her smile against your lips; you could feel the softness of her lip gloss and the lick of her tongue into your mouth. Your knees could’ve buckled if not for the firm hold she’d taken of your hips and yet you feared they’d betray you anyway when she pulled away with pink flushed cheeks and a heated look in her eyes. 

“Dinner at mine, tonight.” It wasn’t a question and her tone sent heat coursing through you; of course you nodded, unable to speak just yet as you tried to catch the breath she stole.

“How’d you get them to give you this, anyway?” you breathed, lips ghosting hers from how she couldn’t bring herself to pull away just yet.

“I’m Melissa Schemmenti,” she shrugged. “I always find a way to get what I want.”

[jason-please-see-a-psychiatrist]

umbrella academy characters as things me and my friends have said

luther: "piss! PISS!! am i funny yet?!"

diego: "yeah. SO NOT 'PRETTY PRETTY PRINCESS!'"

allison: "i've got c-ptsd, i've got the bougie trauma!"

klaus: "what, i can't say balls in the balls server? what are you, ballphobic?"

five: "do i look like a teenage boy to you? don't answer that."

ben: "invest in egg whites...if you're into that..."

viktor: "my therapist divorced me."

lila: "another day, another bullet up my ass!"

reginald: "i don't give two poopoo shits."

grace: "stop uwu-ifying the national administration of space and aeronautics!"

[lu-lus-dicks]

@huskers-bar x @nunalastor chapter 3

Tags: enemies to lovers, angst?, eventual fluff, yearning?, soft huskers-bar, both mods are separate people, no beta we die like i do in this fic (not yet though), minor character death, ooc, au: hellaverse (hazbin hotel), nunalastor is head of the marketing department of the hazbin hotel (lucifer grabbed them randomly), jealousy?, huskers-bar is an employee at voxtek, lulu as a villain, lulu is a dog, huskers-bar is a liar, secret dating?

chapter: 3/? / chapter Word count: 1,659 / total word count: 4942

nunalastor as a single entity is nunalastor, traumatized mod dickmaster and cursed mod nun. and huskers-bar just husk/huskers. babygirl anon will be babygirl anon. I will be lulu. Angie will be angie but is meant to be read as angel dust.

A/N: peepee poopoo nunalastor lore drop uwu. thinking of removing the enemies to lovers tag on this because the plot has changed so much from what I originally planned. lulu is losing the funny so less funny stuff this chapter

As Huskers stood there, frozen in the doorway, their eyes widened with a mix of surprise and mild anxiety. They couldn't believe their luck-or was it misfortune?-to stumble upon them at a place like this. All the while Dickmaster kept staring at them with that unwavering gaze. One that could only belong to a cat that had too much catnip

"And who are you?" Dickmaster hissed, finger pointed directly at the huskers, their eyes narrowing and emitting an intense glare. "some kind of stalker?"

Huskers cleared their throat, trying to break the awkward tension they had accidentally created. If only this was a normal meeting. "Um, hey there! Fancy meeting you both here... I am not a stalker, actually. I work at voxtek and Angie, who I had to work with, informed me of the hotel and I liked the idea... didn't think I'd see you here" They choked on their words, offering a nervous smile while fidgeting with their fingers and displaying a toothy grin that seemed too wide to be genuine. They grabbed the hem of their shirt and started tugging excessively. Their hands felt way too sweaty.

"You're avoiding my question, who are you?" Dickmaster retorted, taking a step back and finding support on the nearest surface, which happened to be the bathroom door. Their eyes narrowed, radiating skepticism and cautiosness.

This was a once in a lifetime opportunity for huskers. Nunalastor genuinely didn't seem to know who they were, which why would they? It's funny to even think that. This meant Huskers had a golden ticket, a second chance. Maybe they'll get to know them and change their mind on hating them? It was in the realm of possibility. At least they hope so.

"oh just one of the anons" Huskers lied through their teeth, waving a hand awkwardly and dismissively. The nervous chuckle was the last cherry on the top for their fabrication. "Love your blog by the way" Huskers offered the compliment, attempting to salvage what was left of the already a horrifying first impression.

Dickmaster though, seemed to loosen up a bit after that answer, though still kept their guard up. One could never know about these things and it wouldn't be the first time their instincts were right.

"ah, there's too fuckin many of you... have some mercy on my lil ol askbox sometimes" They added, slipping back into their online persona. Brushing off imaginary dust from their attire and examining their hand closely, it became apparent that this was probably a nervous habit of some sort.

The atmosphere grew increasingly awkward, leaving Huskers unsure of how to continue the conversation. However, they couldn't just... give up. Their desire to get to know Nunalastor better was the reason behind hiding their identity after all.

"uhm yeah... what, are you even doing here?" Huskers asked, after an uncomfortably long minute of just staring at the wall directly behind Dickmaster. The lump in their throat was starting to annoy them and he was starting to sweat.

"None of your buisness, Stalker" Dickmaster retorted, instantly stiffening up in response to the questioning. Was this turning into an interrogation? how dare someone ask something about them! They are a private person damn it! What'll they ask for next? Their favorite color?! Disgusting

Huskers recoiled, taken aback by the response which felt way more aggressive than it needed to be. The fact that they had just been called a stalker didn't even register in their mind.

"oh sorry, uhm... I should just leave then huh?" huskers asked, gesturing back to where they had come from, their nervous smile faltering to a saddened but genuine expression.

The flushing of the toilet was a lot louder than it needed to be and so was the sound of the door slamming open. Finally, Nun had decided to leave the bathroom, with an emotionless stare towards Huskers. "you should" They said.

Dickmasters eyes sparkled with joy as they reached for the bathroom door. Finally, inner peace-except their mood was immediately spoiled as soon as Nun picked them up bridal style.

'We'll be leaving now" Nun said, not even sparing a glance in Huskers' direction. They turned and started heading towards the direction of their shared hotel room without a second glance.

"Right, see you later" Huskers waved a little dejected, definitely startled but what could he do? ... Besides, they'd probably get more opportunities to interact with them if they decided to stay at the hotel. Though it's back to square zero as it seems, or square negative one.

Dickmaster unapologetically sexily started squirming and thrashing in Nuns grip "what?! wait-Nun-HOLD ON I STILL NEED TO USE THE-"

"Pee on me instead" Nun didn't even hesitate

"i need to shit-"

"sorry, shit on me instead" Nun corrected themself before dissapearing behind their room.

Huskers stood there confused and kind of amused. "What the fuck?" They said, pulling out their phone. They just need to know. They had to kno. They opened nunalastors inbox, hit the anonymous switch and wrote out their question. Within moments, a ding went off on their phone

what are the mods relationship with eachother? - anon

lulu we know this is you - nunalastor

~

"What the fuck was that, Nun?" Dickmaster angrily shouted as soon as the hotel room door was locked behind them. Managing to wriggle free from Nun's grasp, Dickmaster regained their footing, assuming a stance that demanded attention and respect, one that was clearly not showing.

Nun immediately switched their usually nonchalant or sassy tone to a more serious one. Their eyes were understanding but nevertheless a little angry. Who wouldn't be in their shoes? The annoyance of the demand was very much palpable. "You know you can't be seen out in public like this!"

This response only served to further enrage Dickmaster. They deserved their personal space! They weren't a child! This overprotective behavior was getting out of hand and becoming too unbearable.

"But Nun," Dickmaster began to explain, their voice a mix of frustration and determination, "they were here seeking redemption, I'm sure it's—"

"they could be another one of those stalkers! not like it hasn't happened before!" Nun interrupted, their voice filled with a mixture of frustration and caution. They knew all too well that encounters with obnoxious fans were not pleasant ones, especially considering they were in hell. It didn't even stop when they were out for snacks once in a blue moon. They never wanted a repeat of that incident with that crazy one, Lulu or whatever the fuck his name was, something stupid like that.

Dickmaster though was not budging. Despite the awkward tension of the encounter with huskers, they didn't think the anon was any danger to them. Either of them. Their gut feelings were always trustworthy "They didn't seem like it, they said they worked at voxtek and that Angie invited them, they wouldn't be here if not for Angie"

"That doesn't prove anything," Nun countered, equally stubborn, refusing to give an inch and provide Dickmaster with even a sliver of space. They were aware of how annoying and frustrating their protective stance might be, but their conscience simply wouldn't allow them to come to any form of harm.

This disagreement triggered a hissing fit from Dickmaster, who refused to accept Nun's ridiculous behavior. It had been a month since the last extermination and since Nun had started acting overly protective. Dickmaster paced back and forth in the room, desperately trying to channel their frustration into anything other than punching the nearest wall. "IT SHOULD! I can't be monitored like a hawk! this is ridiculous!"

Nun grumbled, fully aware that this confrontation was inevitable. It was time to employ their ultimate weapon. They put on their most sexiest face, placing a hand on Dickmaster's shoulder and attempting to physically ease the tension. "Sorry, babygirl. Let me apologize with my tongue."

"no" oh no. It's worse than Nun thought.

Nun took a deep breath and let it out, now it was time to get serious, as much as they despised doing so. They locked eyes with Dickmaster, offering the most sincere expression they could muster. Their voice adopted a soft, low, and soothing tone, oozing with genuine concern. "listen, dickmaster, you know I'm just looking out for you right?"

"Maybe" Dickmaster avoided looking at Nuns eyes, they were angry and Nuns eyes were the last thing they wanted to see. Instead, their eyes found comfort in the apartment floorings unusual patterns, refusing to look up.

Nun didn't like that, but didn't try to force it. "And that I want what's best for you?"

Dickmaster scrunched up their nose, not even hesitating with their response. "Debatable, considering you—"

"Please!" Nun interjected, their grip on Dickmaster's shoulder tightening as they cut off their sentence. They didn't need a reminder of what they did. "please, let me get your soul back for you first, let me make it up to you and then I can leave you alone, promise"

Dickmaster was in a whirlwind of thoughts, most of them screaming to slam them against the nearest wall and feed them worms but that was besides the point

"not like you're giving me a choice" Dickmaster very reluctantly gave in, clearly not happy about it, not one bit. They crossed their arms and put some physical distance between them. "fine."

Nun decided not to push further. A heavy sigh sounded throughout the room. "Thank you." Nun finished, finally happy they got through. They opened up their ask box and started answering more headcanons as a distraction.

~

Back at the hotel, a sinner, looking a little too much like an imp sits at the stairs of the entrance of the hotel, humming a tune to himself. A pair of footsteps could be heard behind him, along with that of a cane, commonly mistaken for a dildo.

"Ah. Lulu my dear, what brings you here this lovely evening?"