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WIP Wednesday
I mean to do these more often than I do but Wednesday is usually my busiest day of the week because its the day I actually have to do a work commute longer than the 10 feet from my bed to my desk XD
Anyway, when the year started I wanted to have the angsty aroace!Mario fic written for Valentine's Day/AroSpec Awareness Week but then I looked at what I had left to write for it and how much time I had and there was no way I was finishing it within that deadline, lmao. So I put it down and decided to work on some other WIPs instead; I have some outlines and ideas from late 2020/early 2021 that I can knock out real quick, with how much my writing skills have progressed. And it would be nice to actually put a tangible dent in my WIP pile for once. I already wrote two of them, and luckily I have a different aro!Mario WIP half-outlined that I can definitely write and finish in time for ASAW so I think I'm going to focus on that, now. It's not much to do with Mario being aro itself (aside from Peach being mad about amatonormativity for a bit, ha); it'll probably mostly be, like, platonic cuddling and junk. But it'll be nice to get another entry in the aro!Mario series after so long…It's really hard to get ideas for new fics for it :(
This also means I have to pause the WIP I was actively in the middle of working on, which was a late-2020 idea about Kamek accidentally shrinking himself and Mario deciding to mind him. Because I don't know if I'm looking in the wrong places or something, but its really hard to find fics where people are shrunken that aren't, like, Borrowers fusions or a vore thing. Which, no shade to either of those, but they aren't the vibe I'm after, haha. But I suspect the shared change in perspective and helpless vulnerability and having to trust someone who could just crush you if they wanted etc etc etc is still fueling it all regardless :)
So anyway here's some of the tiny!Kamek fic because I won't be working on it for a hot minute —
“Either that spell I’d cast was more powerful than I’d realized,” Kamek slowly said, “Or I somehow managed to shrink myself, instead.”
“...”
“I’d shrunk myself, didn't I.”
Mario’s mustache curled up in amusement. Kamek ground his teeth and fumed. Of all the stupid mistakes to make...!
Despite his magic reserves being low, Kamek reached into his sleeve for his wand; whether to put himself back to normal or knock the amusement off Mario’s face, he couldn't say. Either way, his hand came out empty. And it did so the second time Kamek rummaged in in his sleeve, and the third, and the fourth, and the —
Absolutely not panicking, Kamek dove back into the tree hollow to overturn every dead leaf and stick pile and moss clump in search of his wand. He didn't find it, of course, and he spared a moment or two to just stand there, head in hands. With how today was going, he’d probably dropped it just after miscasting that spell. On the very dim bright side, though, at least he knew why his broom wasn't working; those enchantments weren't designed to play nice with these sort of shrinking spells. Kamek sighed. Curse Lord Bowser and his incessant, almost impossible demands...
Kamek lifted his head to find Mario peering through the opening of the tree hollow, watching him with a furrowed brow, considering Kamek’s misfortune. He backed up to allow Kamek to leave, and once Kamek stood upright, he extended a hand to him.
“I don't need your help,” Kamek snapped. Ignoring Mario’s hand, he turned on his heel, marched a few steps, tripped over a protruding bit of exposed bark, and lost his balance. His next step was on empty air, at a height borderline unsurvivable, with little but a broken broom to break his fall.
So he fell. And he hit the ground. Sooner than he’d expected, considering. Kamek unscrewed his eyes and found the surface he’d landed on was whiter than he’d expected, as well. And then it moved, and Kamek lost the little balance he’d been barely holding on to. Mario’s worried face filled Kamek’s vision, and he realized that he wasn't dead because Mario had caught him.
“...I suppose I should thank you,” Kamek eventually said, with no intention of thanking Mario. Mario huffed, but still watched him, lips pursed in thought. He was being quieter than usual, and that combined with the sudden awareness of just how vulnerable he was — many fractions his size, unable to cast any spells, sitting on his archenemy’s palms high in the air — had Kamek swallowing nervously.
“You can put me down, now,” Kamek hesitantly said, because Mario was a good guy, and he would do that. For sure. Hopefully.
Except Mario didn't. Instead, he transferred Kamek to one hand, opened the front pocket of his overalls with the other, and dumped Kamek in there as if he was some common —
Kamek struggled to right himself in the small, mostly enclosed space. “Wh — You —!” he sputtered. “How dare you — !”
Mario chuckled at Kamek’s indignation. The vibrations of it rumbled through Kamek's body, and the whole ‘you’re very tiny and powerless and more-or-less at your archenemy’s mercies right now’ dilemma screeched back to the forefront of Kamek’s mind. So he shut his mouth with a clack, thinking better of poking his head out of the pocket to give Mario a piece of his mind. Through the meager opening above him he saw Mario give him one last look before starting to move; with the way the world shifted probably meant he was at a brisk walk, down the forest path to who-knew-where.
Kamek sighed, making himself comfortable the best he could given the circumstances. Well... at least Mario wasn't likely to let Kamek get accosted by wildlife again. And besides, all Kamek had to do was wait until he could scrounge up enough magic to cast spells again; though he was still without his wand, he’d still be free to ditch Mario and make his own way back to the base for his spare wand and broom. And then he could make Mario pay for this indignity ten-fold.
#this fic is just Kamek being really cranky lmao#i've missed getting into his head#i feel like i've gotten a little faster with writing lately which is really fun#sooner or later i'm gonna run out of all the simple WIPs though#then i'll be in trouble XD#mlv.txt#wip wednesday#smb
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What’s this? I could make all of my @shepherds-of-haven children in the same picrew? Pinch me, I’m dreaming.😂
Trick, Xaeryn, Yva, Lilley, Min, and Rhyler
#i'm so happy#between trick's burn scar. having TWO hunters with different white streaks. and all the different ''unusual'' hair colors#i can NEVER get them all#sure i had to monkey in paint for my hunter girls#but STILL#it was in the realm of possibilty :D#ft a rare yva with her hair down bc there were no properly voluminous/messy ponytails#trick and min's hair is also more fine/straight but i'll make the sacrifice to give them their sttreaks#they can have a little floof#and i just realized i basically have trick in trouble's shirt xD#what? hers was wet/dirty and his was right there and they're friends so he doesn't mind right trouble?#she is oblivious to the (completely correct) connotations xD bc the gun children are IDIOTS#shepherds of haven#shoh#elyana trick#xaeryn shrike#yva talward#lilley evvs#min song#rhyler garrick
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N you're such a great character but why is your shirt so hard to draw???
(Also, hats. If it's not Layton's top hat, I suck at drawing it. Another thing for me to practise! XD)
#Text post#Some chatter from me#N Harmonia#Art stuff#It's the collar of his shirt that's specifically giving me trouble#Eh. I'll figure it out! XD
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uh warning: if you have a fear of storm and lightning, this chapter may not be for you. Also there is a bit of body horror (no heavy gore description, just bits) in the dream part at the end (part is in italic), you can thank the bad influence of @diofasolia for that. Someone gets hurt.
Prologue Previous
Come Down That Tree! (an aftermare story)
Chapter 13:күк төшә
Water pouring down from the sky.
It was nothing like Waterfall however. The steady but gentle strength of the constant rain, the powerful roar of the waterfalls ones should stay cautious of and the slippery rocks that he could navigate without tripping, eyes closed.
It was nothing like the tempests in Snowdin either. The almighty winds that drove everyone home and made the trees sing, carrier of coldness and snowflakes and making everything a beautiful pure white.
It was something else entirely.
The Twins were fast asleep, bundled under the only blanket they owned. They went to sleep after he assured them he would be ok.
Would he thought ?
The sky was screaming. The ground was grumbling. Water was hitting him from all sides without giving him any rest. Dirt was trying to trap him. He could see the forest at the east dancing to a desperate tune; he ignored the steps, they creaked and plowed under unknown deities.
Geno was standing up there on the hill, paralyzed by the war happening all around him.
He shook with each thunder and squeezed his eyes shut with each unexpected noise.
And those two were sleeping…
Unbeknownst to them, the end of the world was tonight.
Noises were crackling around him. Silence’s disappearance rattled his sliver of a soul.
Under the tree, the sky’s furious tears were still reaching. The air smelled heavy and sour.
An horrifying shriek fell on earth not so far from here and orange and yellow made an apparition in the corner of his sight.
Was- Was that tree down the hill just suddenly burning?
Geno’s shorts were even more wet from the water-saturated ground.
When did he sit down?
Those two were sleeping and did not even twitch with each bang.
It had to be normal?
HOW COULD THIS BE NORMAL?
Did surfacers just accept the crazy concept of mother nature having a weird feud with tall trees once in a while???
Absolutely crazy.
The monster racked his hands and did his best to calm down his shudders. Thinking rationally was what got him out of many weird situations so he was going to do that.
Rain was annoying but it could only get stuff wet. They were on a hill, there was no danger of flood and potential drowning.
Wind was harsh and unforgiving. It could make things fall and bring objects at a dangerous speed.
Tall bones erupted from the earth, cutting the way to any large objects who dared coming this way.
A glance up to the strange apple tree assured him this one was not going to budge regardless of the chaos.
Now.
The electricity flying down the dark clouds to strike anything it fancied frying.
The lightning, it started from high above in the clouds and seemed to try to get to the ground. The easier path was surely through tall elements… Or conductive elements…
He glanced at his arms. Bones were not a very good conductor but…
Branches loomed over him.
They were on a hill.
Under a tree.
A tired sigh escaped him.
It was always just a possibility but…
Down the hill, an oak remained, split into two equal fuming parts.
Bones were dismissed and wind started to slap him anew. Not missing a bit, he got up and wobbled away from the apple tree’s protection. Rain seeped inside his skull, making his insides cold and heavy.
He trudged until he was far enough away and summoned bones once again. However this time it was not a defense but more of a glaring offense toward the sky.
It went high.
High above the tree.
High above anything.
Geno grunted from the sudden effort, making bones giant were not his speciality.
He watched his work with a careful eye. It should drive away any luminous and powerful threats from the easy that was a lone tree up a hill.
His hand found its way to the rough surface as he stroked it, pensive.
A lightning struck it.
Geno screamed.
Liquid fire spread through his entire body in a matter of seconds, lighting up pain sensors in every part of his body. Pops and cracks filled his non-existent ears. The world turned white and grass welcomed his sizzling body for an unplanned nap.
Firecrackers. They fizzle. They bloom between his joints. The sun is glaring into his socket but he does not look away. It makes an itchy nest between his ribs, unbothered by his small soul whimpering for space. The lake lap at his fingers gently but burning his toes. Soft touch cradles his thoughts that make bubbling meaningful sounds.
It is hard to be whole.
An arm lays there, away from his reach.
Away from his sight who is running, running away from an owl. The bird picks it up, admiring itself in a mirror before exploding in a myriad of bloodish little parts who fly towards him fast.
A corridor. He’s standing, he’s sitting, he’s running.
The exit is in front and behind him.
He reaches towards it and it swallows him whole.
Everything is soft and green, tickling his nose.
The pain is gone. His arm is translucent and he can see fish swimming inside. He reaches and puts his fingers in the cold water, reaping apart the limb with joy.
A purple mouse screams at him to stop but he doesn’t. He’s giddy and watches the liquid drip on the mirror floor.
In it, he’s the mouse and screams at someone who is holding their head so hard it seems it’s going to explode.
Purple eyes stare and, in a hurry, stretch and strangle him.
He’s happy.
Something tingles and his feet are wet, wet, wet, wet like the moon. His brother is there but not.
Dreams fly down and make him tumble. Right onto a safe.
The door opens, the door closes. Inside is out, out is inside.
An old yellowish paper flies around, a soft melody escapes. He turns around huffing and puffing, trying to sleep in the small space.
But to no avail.
Time is a slug and reality a fly.
Both are on a bench talking about their family.
The sky is a mixture of red, purple and yellow with a dash of overwhelming white.
It hurts.
End of chapter 13. Go to chapter 14?
@dragon-tamer-1 @shinechermont
Geno belongs to @/loverofpiggies Dreamtale belongs to @/jokublog
#come down that tree!#aftermare#chapter 13#it's not a long chapter but it got shortened because Geno was struck by a lightning and it was fairly difficult to continue like that#woops it was not the initial plan sorry?#yeah I didn't follow the plan at all#I hope it won't cause me troubles in next chapters XD#no promise#yes the twins are so used to stormy nights they just klonked out#I don't think I'll ever get bored of writing nonsensical dreams it's just really fun#this one was really uh special
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Tsuname,
What are your favorite three things to do in your spare time?
Tsuname: Oh! Well, I uh... I like making bracelets for Sh'zkai! Sure would be nice if she came back to the island someday so I could show her all the ones I've made... Umm. And swimming, I guess, but I think you'd be hard-pressed to find a Wotren who doesn't like to! That's almost like breathing or walking... Anyway, walking through the woods is nice too! At least... when nothing startles me... I feel bad for the bird I ran into the other day... <:')
#oh my goodness a random ask ;0;#blessed#here you go#answered as Tsuname#I would draw him but... drawing him well takes time XD;#I could probably do chibi form decently quickly but#I'd like to do him proportionately#that's the trouble XD#maybe someday I'll get around to drawing him answering this#I also have a scribble comic about the bird incident but it's also in chibi-ish form and it looks weird considering the tone of the comic#anyways#THANKS FOR THE ASK!!#I appreciate it :DDDD#ask kaze#asks
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i swear i am not dead. just not active you see h A !
#jk jk i'm just going through common adhd motivation fluctuations xD#and i have been focusing more on my art and doing stuff with my youtube channel#so i just havent had time to be on here#ooc#i'll probably try to get to some inbox stuff this week but i'll have to see!#usually once i start writing i can finish stuff but the trouble is to start xD#either waaaaaayy all good on my end just my common adhd stuff ;D
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Since the pandemic I may or may not have become a professional at missing deadlines, generally screwing up academically, and claiming all sorts of resources my uni offers as last resources. But hey, if it's going it's going, right?
#in my defense I never gave too much trouble back in school so I'm entitled to being a mess now#I believe I might only be missing the low income stuff but I'm not sure if we're low enough to be eligible#and anyway there's a lot of people worse off who would be prioritized#what matters is in the end I'll be able to say that I made it despite everything and these resources are there for a reason#yay? XD
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Forcing myself to hop in-game and socialize tonight since I've been keeping to myself lately, so I shall be making an appearance at Glitter Hall tonight. Just might not rp tonight past pleasantries (so all are aware why I'm not talking much. <3)
Now, do I bring my Fray costume, or something with less fabric? xD
#Mooncat ramblings#I'd wear the Anubis outfit#but I need it to be vanilla-friendly#So I'm having trouble deciding#xD#If I can't come up with something good before 8#I'll go as Fray
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@evilmcg sent: Meg had just given her boyfriend a kiss. Telling him she loved him before saying her goodbye. Then suddenly turning to Mortimer. Giving him a quick peck on the cheek. Leaving a lipstick mark as a result. "I loathe you. I'll see you later." With that, she was off.
Morty would have never admitted it, but the kiss caught him off guard. He always tried to be ready for everything and he could have said with pride that he managed to do it most of the times, but this particular occasion apparently couldn't be labelled as one of his successes.
The president didn't remain frozen in his spot for long, but it was still enough for his surprise to be noticeable. Especially considering that he was standing next to the person who, together with his second-in-command, had the easiest time reading his body language when he wasn't carefully masking it.
Dismissing the hint of annoyance the fact brought to him, he calmly pulled out a handkerchief from the pocket of his trousers and used it to remove every trace of lipstick from his cheek. Under other circumstances, he would have merely walked off to take care of the many affairs that waited for his attention, but not this time. He could feel the very much expected tension rising in the air between him and his other self.
After all, they still hadn't breached the subject of whatever...this thing involving the both of them and Meg was. And they wouldn't now either, because he didn't want to. Not when he was being offered the perfect chance to make a much interesting and pleasant move.
Innerly steadying himself, Mortimer turned to look at his counterpart, eyes half-lidded and lips shaped in a light, but confident curve. There was an oddly fierce, purposeful glint in his gaze and it seemed to grow stronger as he stepped closer, sliding into his other self's personal space as if he had belonged there.
"You know, other me, it feels like something is...missing," he started in a conversational tone, reaching out to adjust the collar of his counterpart's shirt, his fingers not so accidentally brushing the side of his neck. "Like a circle waiting to be closed."
His eyes not-so-subtly fell on the other's lips, lingering for a moment too long, before they rose up again to meet those golden-brown orbs. He wouldn't have admitted it, but under his bold facade he was feeling nervous. This was usually his counterpart's script, not his. He never initiated their flirty interactions, he merely played along...if he even did.
Being the one throwing out such an open invitation, to take the risk of being turned down...He was completely out of his comfort zone. Yet, he also knew that, if he hadn't at least tried, he would have ended up regretting it.
"I think this calls for one last step. We...You and I should kiss too."
{ @mcltiples [Evil Morty] - mentioned }
#[ ic :: Evil Morty ]#&& 'Evil' Meg#&& Evil Morty#[ v. Rick Double Morty and Trouble ; timeline split :: Evil Morty ]#[ I like the me with you so I'll keep us chained together for the rest of our life :: Evil Morty & Evil Morty ]#[ Getting under your skin is the guilty pleasure that I love to hate :: Evil Morty & 'Evil' Meg ]#evilmcg#mcltiples#[[ Rin if you wanna reply to this as we said go wild x3 ]]#[[ but damn I guess my E-Morty decided to be the one to get bold for once xD ]]#[[ I bet that he took the whole thing from some movie or shit ]]#[[ because he can't flirt THIS well on his own omg xD ]]
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They're still in denial, but that five feet has vanished and everyone but them noticed (pt 3/4)
...
Despite having let Majima drag the lot of them out to the club, Kiryu noticed that Daigo seemed more interested in his phone.
He was smiling, the soft sort of smile one often didn't even realize was there. Something (someone perhaps?) had his attention, far more than the music or drinks, any of Majima's men or the hostesses.
Kiryu readied himself to get involved in something as he watched the younger man's expression cycle from smile to concern, his brow furrowing. Daigo flagged down one of the wait staff, leaning over the back of the free standing U-shaped booth-style seat, exchanging quick quiet words. The worker nodded before heading off towards the club's entrance.
The young Chairman was once more focused on his phone, fingers tapping impatiently against the back of the case. It was odd to see him so agitated these days, the hot-headed boy he'd been had grown into a much more level-headed man. Clearly something was bothering him. Kiryu hoped they were ready for whatever it was.
The staff member Daigo had spoken to earlier returned a few moments later, someone- oh, that was the girl from Daigo's kitchen wasn't it? Kiryu tilted his head slightly, as the man guided the young woman towards their table. She seemed tentative. Nervous and unsure. Skittish. Was this really the place, the people, to bring her around?
He watched her eyes raise to meet Daigo’s and it hit him then. The way they both softened and smiled.
The height of ill mannered, she darted across the table, and stopped in front of the chairman. The others expected an admonishment but the man just laughed, as she realized what she’d done and flustered.
Daigo reached up to tug her down off the low table, spinning her around so she landed on the seat between his knees. The way she immediately relaxed into him, his body bracketing hers, was telling.
These two really were oblivious.
(“Tha’re complete dumbasses, Kiryu-chan.” “Be nice, Majima-san.” “Naw.”)
The night continued on largely uneventfully. As much as these things go anyway. People would stop by to say something, and need to divert Daigo’s attention from whatever the girl was showing him on her phone. She stayed in his hold, and immersed in whatever she was looking at. Closed from the rest of the world. It really was like it was just them two.
It had been awhile when Kiryu noticed Daigo gently shift. The pair exchanged quiet words and the man slipped away. A nod to Kiryu and towards her, askance on his face. Kiryu nodded back, he’d keep an eye on her. Something like relief flitted across the younger’s face and he seemed to relax a bit, and Kiryu was almost taken aback by the gratefulness in his eyes.
He really worried, didn’t he? He cared. Of course, Daigo cared about a lot of people but this was… Something else.
Kiryu’s back tensed, before relaxing, as Majima planted himself between them. He might irritate her, but Majima would never hurt the girl. She was just as safe with him as with Kiryu.
“So. Princess,” the one-eyed man drawled lazily.
She jolted a bit at the designation, and Kiryu watched the way she seemed to curl into herself. Guarded. Nervous.
Majima ignored her reaction, “So what was all tha’ about?”
“I- I don’t know what you mean?” she seemed genuinely confused.
“Naw, no way girlie, y’all cuddled up like tha’? Jus’ friends huh? Yer not a very good liar.”
She withdrew further. Wilted almost, something hurt and fragile in her eyes.
She smiled at him, and Kiryu thought he’d never seen someone smile so sweetly with so much pain.
“It’s true though, we really are. Just friends. He’s the best friend I could ever ask for. I don’t deserve him.”
Majima seemed to freeze, then slowly tilted his head, like a dog trying to figure out what a sound was. Then he sighed, full body and dramatic.
“Yer an idiot.”
“I. You’re not the first to tell me so. And you’re not wrong. Did it really need said though?”
“Seems ta me, yah, it does."
Kiryu watched the girl's face do something complicated, and for a moment he thought she might actually snap at Majima. Something Majima also noticed. And revelled in.
“Ayy! Lookit there! There migh’ actually be a spine hiding in ya somewhere!”
She blinked slowly at him, “You’re. Something. Aren’t you?”
Majima cackled, delighting in her dry response.
A laugh that was cut off by a choke at her quiet “at least you’re pretty”.
“Are you harassing my sweet girl?” the chairman had returned, and eyed the older man with long suffering amusement.
The pet name went unremarked upon, but certainly everyone took note.
("Hmm wonder wha' happened to 'guest'." "It's really not our business, Majima-san." "Kiryu-chan, you're no fun!")
“Haw!? Naw, never!” he cackled again, the flush still visible on his neck and ears.
“I’m sure,” Daigo’s response as dry as the girl’s had been.
Majima picked up a teasing dialogue that Kiryu tuned out, but he knew the man was watching, examining the pair. He’d leave them to it. It wasn’t his business.
…
The night was wrapping up, the club clearing out slowly but surely.
The girl was nodding off in Daigo’s hold, and the man’s face stayed soft, content.
Looking at them, you'd think there was no one else in the room. An island in the sea of people.
There was an almost sacred intimacy between them. Kiryu wasn't sure this was something he, or anyone, was meant to be witness to.
Majima all but threw himself down in the now empty seat beside Kiryu, throwing an arm across the back, other hand swirling his drink.
He grinned wolfishly over at him, "Just friends, eh?"
The barest hint of a smile found its way onto his face as he answered, "Just friends."
"Ha! Idiots, the both of them," the man all but cackled.
"Be nice, Majima," he admonished.
"Am I wrong?" he raised a challenging brow.
"I didn't say that."
At that Majima did finally let loose a boisterous laugh.
(and yes, if you wondered, both of them completely missed the irony in this exchange)
(Kiryu would, years later, remember the moment, however, and vowed never to reveal the embarrassment it caused him when he realized)
(he and Majima really had no room to talk, did they?)
#Yakkimi#one shot#drabble#DaiKimi#tbf this is kinda a series#so one shot doesn't really work#but each part can also be taken alone#so#imma leave it XD#this part gave me the most trouble and I low key hate it#but tbf it was 95% inspired by the image of the pose I put them in#so whatever its done I'll take it#bleh
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losing ur id card is great for practising low-stakes social interactions. You can ask lots of people if they saw an ID card. a random dude will try to offer you his health insurance card. fun times XD
#he was a bit tipsy and I think he thought I was hitting on him in a very weird way??? idk#anyway lol XD#losing stuff as an adult isnt even so bad like i'll just have to get a new one. fine. its my problem#im not in trouble or anything
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Her voice rang from his office, the door was shut and there were flower petals (and a few fingers) sprawled around on the path leading to it. "Hey Masky. I have a SPECIAL surprise for you. Just come in and close the door behind you."
He froze at the sound of her voice calling him by that nickname, looking at the closed door to his office as though he'd end up getting deleted if he even so much as dared touch the handle. Colourful flower petals had been scattered across the laminated floor, providing an unsettling decor alongside the severed human fingers that probably came from his own men. It honestly wouldn't have surprised Roman; keeping the Joker out was a task for Batman, let alone the meatheads he'd employed as security, useless lumps they were. Well, had been. God only knows what she'd done to them, and briefly Roman considering turning on his heel to leave. The very idea that the clown had a 'special surprise' waiting for him on the other side was more daunting than say, for instance, the idea of strolling into the Iceberg Lounge buck naked to challenge Cobblepot to a fist fight but Roman Sionis had never been one to shy away from a challenge. Or a threat. He bristled, rising in high temper as he strode towards the office door, heedless of the petals and fingers he stomped on along the way. Fuck Valentine's Day and every shitty thing about it, nobody invaded his turf like this! The door was promptly kicked in, a well-heeled shoe sending the heavy oak doors flying open to reveal whatever grim fate lay in wait for him on the other side.
"What the fuck do you think you're playing at, Joker? This is-" he said before stopping sharp.
#thewomanwholaughs#;; asks#;; Valentine's Day#Oooooh hell#daghfjgf I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY#If not I'll change it but I am so curious!#Fingers and flowers what a romantic idea#I'm assuming a bunch of those finger once belonged to his men XD#His security isn't the brightest but they are beefy#:')#YOU'RE IN TROUBLE NOW ROMAN#Should have just left
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So, uh. I bought this comic specifically/solely for the adorable versions of these two (I didn't even bother looking up what the comic was / what it was about lol):
I don't know why I didn't expect that reading it would make me want more of it, but here we are. I love them and I need more xd.
#please tell me their 'other brother' is tim#(don't tell me)#i stg every time i so much as look at a comic my reading/wish list gets longer#comics#dc comics#batman the brave and the bold#but i'll have to get this one digitally because i really had no idea what was going on in a lot of it lol#(because of my trouble understanding how comics are supposed to be read and apparently also in following fight scenes i.e. i cannot xd)#well the joker and superman stories were fine reading-wise#stormwatch was okay but bloody hell talk about a lot of new characters i'd not heard of a single one of them so i sorta lost the plot there#and in the joker story... man. they really gotta come up with another solution for cursing/curse words
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Hi! I just saw that requests are open, yeah!! I'd like to request an Alastor x fem!Reader where Vox has a crush on her so he sends her a set of different tea flavor as a gift. The problem is that these contain a drug that inhibits the person (thanks, Valentino). Basically, his plan was to wait for her to drink the tea and then show up at the hotel and seduce her so he could have her for himself (my boy thinks she loves him, lol). The problem is that she had graciously offered the tea to Alastor, who drinks it. Vox asks her if she enjoyed the tea she lies saying it was delicious so he immediately shows up at the hotel but ends up finding Alastor who is being super affectionate with her, revealing his true feelings for her. Eventually Alastor attacks Vox as soon as he sees him forcing the other to flee. Fluff and comedy, basically. xD
Alastor x Fem! Reader x Vox | Tea Time Troubles
Warnings ⚠️: Cussing, drugs, controlling and manipulative Vox, out of character Alastor.
"I dunno 'bout this Voxxy" Valentino said, handing him a baggie of the drug, a weak aphrodisiac lining the walls of the bag.
"Don't worry about me Valentino, I'll be fine" Vox reassured him, holding the bag up to his screened face. He smirked deviously as he put his hands behind his back.
"But you tell me all the time 'bout 'public image' and all that shit." Valentino retorted, crossing his lower arms against his stomach.
"Don't you worry your pretty little face about it Honey" Vox sneered, rubbing his cheek in a falsely affectionate way. "Vox is a big boy and can handle himself. I just gotta put this into some tea bags. (Y/n) WILL be MINE."
"Ugh" The moth groaned, taking a puff of his cigar,"She's not even worth it. She hangs out with radio, fossil trash. If she was good shed know who to choose. Besides, I'm better than she is, right?"
"You're wrong." Vox said, his left eye radiating hypnotizing waves out of anger,"(Y/n) is perfect. She's everything, and she will be mine."
Vox's demonic laughter could be heard across the building, sending chills down anyone who heard it's spine.
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"Honey!!" (Y/n) exclaimed, holding up the box of tea that arrived at their house,"Your tea shipment came!"
Alastor, who was reading the paper at the kitchen table, looked over to see his dear (Y/n) carrying two large cardboard boxes.
He teleported over, making his shadows place them atop of the counter. His keen eyes narrowed at the second box, seemingly almost identical to the first one.
"How peculiar!" Alastor said, tapping his cane on the second box, almost poking it as if it was a foreign object.
"What's peculiar about it?" The fellow deer demon asked, peering over at the box her partner was so intrigued by.
"I did not order two shipments of tea from the catalogue this month!" He replied, his smile tightening in irritation. Could someone be trying to plant something in this hotel? Trying to hurt any of his friends, his beloved, or him?
"Maybe it's a promo box?" (Y/n) suggested,"I mean, you are a loyal customer of theirs. Maybe they want you to try a new product, I hear that's the new rage."
"Ah" Alastor replied, walking closer to the counter to rip open the second box to be met with a letter and a large box of tea.
"Thank you for your loyalty Mr. Alastor. We're reaching out to our most loyal customers to give this Promo box to! We're asking that you try our newest flavor, a (your favorite flavor) but with a twist! Despite the erratic sounds at night in Hell, this tea should help you fall right asleep! If you enjoy it, please promote so on your beloved Radio Show!"
"I was right!" The doe said, looking up at her partner,"They must've given it to you because they know you're famous and can promote their tea! Very smart people, I wanna try one tomorrow!"
"Tomorrow? Why not today my doe?" Alastor said, looking down at his partner.
"My stomach isn't feeling the best. Charlie's cake wasn't fully cooked through, but I didn't want to be rude and not eat it. Especially because no one else was!"
Alastor chuckled, petting her sensitive ears. "Now now (Y/n), you should've listened to me! I know all!"
"Al..." She said, batting her eyes up at him,"Do you mind trying it for me? I wanna know if it's good, but I don't want to throw up in my sleep!"
"Why should I?" He inquired, smirking down at (Y/n). "It seems like this predicament could've been easily avoided my little doe! Hahaha!"
"Please" She softly asked, smiling at him back.
"I suppose I can try one cup of it." He said, sitting down at the table, fully expecting (Y/n) to make him the cup as he finished reading his paper.
She giggled at him and began to start the kettle. Moments like these can't be replaced, a docile and homey moment between the two of them. (Y/n) loved seeing this side of him. The Alastor side of him, not the Radio Demon.
(Y/n) opened the smaller box that was enclosed in the large one, picking out the first tea bag. She smelled the bag, the fumes of blended herbs wafting in her nostrils. It smelled lovely, she would've to drink one alongside Alastor.
But she held back on picking up another bag, knowing its sleeping effects. (Y/n) really didn't want to throw up while in her sleep, and potentially on Alastor, who would be as knocked out as her.
Sighing, she finished preparing the tea, pouring it in Alastor's favorite teacups, the one (Y/n) gifted him on their second anniversary many years ago.
She walked back over to him, placing the teacup on his saucer, putting the sugar cube in as well.
"Thank you dearest" Alastor said, his eyes skimming over the newspaper,"I shall be in our room in a moment, why don't you go ahead and get in your nightwear?"
"Alrighty" (Y/n) replied, patting the back of Alastor's chair. That was something the two of them did, (Y/n) knew when to touch Alastor and when to not. Still wanting to show him affection, she'll pat an object close to him.
Alastor gave her a soft smile before returning his focus to the newspaper.
The doe walked up the stairs in the hotel to their shared room. She got in her fluffy pajamas, completed each and every step to her skincare routine, and crawled into bed with a book.
The silence was only broken by the occasional turn of a page, this was (Y/n)‘s daily quiet time, as Alastor liked to read the paper before turning in for the night.
This normally is for about an hour, but tonight it was a mere 30 minutes as the door busted open.
The doe yelped, her skittish nature causing her to flinch at the sudden jolt of noise. Her partner flittered into the room before crawling on top of her, his eyes droopy from the affect.
“Hi sugar” He said, burying his face in the crook of her neck. His ears were pressed against his head as he affectionately nuzzled (Y/n). Alastor grabbed her waist and flipped her on top of him, allowing him to bring her closer to his body, her chest atop of his.
“Al-Alastor?!” (Y/n) exclaimed, tensing up. What has gotten into him!? He’s not one to ever make such…bold advances.
“Oh my love” He said, a dreamy lilt in his voice,”you’re just perfection incarnate. Such a lovely little fawn you are.”
Blushing heavily, she let him rest himself on her, snuggling contently. It was rather peaceful, she did not know where this sudden chance of behavior came from, but it certainly wasn’t the worst by far.
(Y/n)’s ears perked up hearing a notification sound ding from her phone. She slowly grabbed it to check what it was.
Alastor was not very keen on allowing this sort of technology in the house, especially knowing Vox is over all of it. So they made a compromise, he’d take out the camera and microphone and she could have the phone.
Seeing it was a message from Vox, she opened it.
Vox: “Hey sweetheart, I pulled a few strings and got a shipment of some new tea of (your favorite flavor) that was being tested. How did you like it baby?”
(Y/n): Oh, it was good, thanks!
Vox: Just good? You sure sweet stuff? Wasn’t it so good you could just kiss the lips off of the person who got it for you?
(Y/n) sighed, shutting her phone off and curling up with her lover.
“I think that’s a yes!” Vox said, throwing his hands in the air ceremoniously. He quickly put on his best bow tie, in hopes it would get taken off by fingers other than his, and made his way towards the Hazbin Hotel.
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Vox searched through each room until he found the one you and Alastor shared.
He scowled at the door, seeing a heart with the initials scribed on it “(Y/i) + A”
Pathetic. He could give you so much more than that. He could give you the most advanced technological sign known to mankind just for some silly initials, not some shitty hard with nearly illegible handwriting.
He opened the door, his signature smirk dropping as he saw Alastor, his arch nemesis (in Vox’s eyes) peppering small little kisses all over (Y/n)‘s face, making her giggle.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Vox yelled, his face was blue-screening.
Alastor took one look at the fellow Overlord and let out a long string of laughter, sitting up as he pulled (Y/n) into his lap.
“Vox?! What are you doing here?!”
“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE TO DRINK THE TEA!! AND THEN YOU’D BE MINE!!”
Alastor hooked a arm around (Y/n)‘s waist, looking at his opponent across the room.
“This is my doe, my love, and we all know if she would’ve drank the tea, she would’ve always chosen me.”
Lets just say, the power around the Pride Ring went out after that comment.
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Word Count 1,524
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"I never made it a mystery that at first I was wary of him. He is me, after all. I would have been a fool not to be. And his know-it-all act got on my nerves, just as his unprompted flirting. Yet, I could already tell that we would get along, once found the right balance. And I was right, of course."
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