#ur an angel & i love u

[officialspec]

played around a lot recently with character designs and fashion, heres a taste

[callsthefaithful]

thing for @celestialalpacaron's overlord husk au

closeups under the cut

[p4nishers]

crowley, drunk off his ass: and i was yk just some fucked up soul born in cold and rain but he was my fucking sunlight or whatever

hozier, frantically writing on a napkin: HHHMMMM TELL ME MORE

[jesuistrestriste]

Need full on petplay w art. Puppy art this puppy art that... ok wheres his collar. Wheres his leash

yeahh:(

like he’s on his hands and knees for you as soon as you get home; looking up to you with big, blue, pleading eyes as he scoots forward and pushes his nose into your thigh.

“i missed you…” he whimpers softly, barely audible, and you reach down to pet his soft mop of tousled blonde curls.

“missed you too, puppy.. were you good while i was gone?”

and he whines. it’s guilty and low and sticks in his chest like bubblegum. he shakes his head. “.. i.. ‘m sorry… couldn’t help it…”

and you’re confused, but when you look up towards the living room, you see an assortment of toys on the coffee table near the couch. one of your vibrators and a silicone stroker you bought for him a year ago and a bottle of lube. along with a few crumpled tissues. a fresh crime scene.

you sigh, pulling back from his touch, and he tries chasing your legs with his needy hands. you immediately slide your hand from his hair to the back of his collar, then slipping your fingers down to the dog tag at the front of it. affectionately engraved ‘mutt’. you give it a soft but firm tug, forcing his attention back up to your eyes and not your soft thighs.

“i said to wait.”

he pouts. he might cry.

“i kn-know.. im sorry, i am… i was just thinking about you a lot, and i couldn’t.. like, it was really hurting and i just—“

you tug on the collar again, and click your tongue with disapproval. he shuts his mouth. his palms plant on the ground in front of where he’s sitting on his calves. “i was a bad boy.”

you nod, and without warning you start slowly walking away from the doorway. he’s instantly snapping to attention, being tugged with you by your grasp still holding the collar.

“yes, yes you were. you are. so now.. you’re gonna clean this mess up and meet me in the bedroom. do you understand?”

he nods, and immediately stands to begin cleaning the evidence of his desperation once you’ve let him go.

he steps into the bedroom afterwards and you immediately corner him and hook a leash onto the front of his collar. you lead him over to the mattress where you lay down and take your bottoms off.

you wrap the leash around your hand four times to give him no leeway to move without your direction, and then you’re pulling his body forward by his lead into your heat.

you watch the way he sinks down onto his tummy and begins mouthing wetly and eagerly at your core, licking and slobbering and suckling the best he can manage.

several moans slip from your lips, and you gaze down at his closed eyes and flushed cheeks, your hold on the leash keeping him close.

“be a good puppy for me tonight, and maybe i’ll give you a treat,” you gasp between soft groans.

he doubles his efforts automatically, his fingers itching to hold your body, but he resists. he nods and whines into your wetness.

he’ll do whatever it takes to get that reward from you and prove that he can still be good.

he’s a good boy.

he’s the best.

and he’s gonna show you how well trained you have him ..

[rosiesfandomblog]

A Huskerdust headcanon that just popped into my head is that Husker doesn't like talking about how many languages he speaks, so Angel goes around saying the FILTHIEST of dirty talk around Husker in Italian, NOT KNOWING HUSKER SPEAKS ITALIAN AS WELL I want to cry thinking about how the fuck this cat is gonna break the news to his lover

[lookitseddie]

david and darlin' reconcilation audio when

[yayll]

Hiii i hope you're feeling better soon :(( I was wondering if I could request a Dazai x reader fic where the reader has PTSD? Specifically, the beginning of autumn kind of triggers her (sorry if it's a confusing i dunno how to word it lol) Could it be fluff/comfort? Btw I love your writing style so badly so pls tweak the idea if you think it would work better! And no worries if you'd rather pass :33

hii angel i genuinely am sorry that this took me a while! (work and life happened a little more than usual, GOT SICK and barely had time to sit down and write.) it was so ivover but i am fine now thank u so much bub!

i REALLY hope you like this and that it's what u wanted, i've never written someone w PTSD before and i was just rlly hoping i didn't mess this characterization up for ur request ahhh. i had such a nice time writing it and i rlly wanted to explore the impact it could have around reader and dazai and him going out of his way even if it could be a little goofy and sappy to make u feel at least a little better even if u can't talk abt it.

i love uuuu thank u again! <3

~ a little something about Dazai noticing harmful patterns and loving you through them ~

He's been watching you sit by the window for the past half hour as you stare at what seems like the beginning of the new season outside. You were quieter than usual, more withdrawn and jumpy, which could only mean that you weren't sharing something with him- or rather having trouble processing something to the point where you didn't realize he could tell something inside you was on high alert.

Dazai would rather die than see you in such a state, especially during what's supposed to be such an exciting time of the year that's full of the things you usually love to do. Whatever is impeding you from enjoying the leaves falling has to be dealt with the most delicate of methods, but especially with love. If you taught him anything about the past haunting you to the point of mental distress, something he suffered bouts of every now and then when memories made days grow dark, it's that all you need is one person to truly witness you. Just like how you've seen the ugliest parts of him time and time again yet you still look at him with all the stars in the sky, stars he consumes like a black hole waiting to be filled.

Luckily for you, he has an arsenal of things he can try to soothe you with, because he wouldn't be a good detective AND boyfriend if he didn't keep all those context clues in his pocket for a bad day. Mainly though, he was just completely attuned to your every need. You are his happiness, and your wellness isn't up for debate: It's mandatory. He stands up from the loveseat with a deep exhale as he walks over to you, his lips curled in a lazy smile as he tests the waters to see what you could need from him without asking.

"You know, if you stay any more still I could probably paint you like one of those fancy paintings. What do you say, be my model?"

You look over at him from the window, and he can visibly tell you haven't been at ease lately. He suddenly realizes he's just fallen even more in love with you. That there is nothing in this world that could ever let him see you as anything but his heart.

You murmur, a faint smile decorating your serene face.

"Mm, I'm not sure. I don't think I could pose for that long, you know? It would probably be hard to catch my likeness, heh."

He clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes with a playful smirk. Oh how he wants to lean in and worship your likeness with his loving touch, but he decides to take it easy on the physical affection for now, not until he knows you're feeling up for it. He can be a good boy, something he usually isn't.

"Well, I wouldn't mind being the brave young knight who tries~ Shall we take this outside for better lighting?"

You instantly don't give him a good reaction to that. You shrug, seeming conflicted and unsure of yourself, but unable to really bring yourself to explain with words, something uncharacteristic of you.

No problem! Dazai thinks to himself. If you don't want to go outside, he can bring outside to you in the comfort of home. He'll enhance your safe space, and tailor it to just what you need. He hums, tapping his temple in an exaggerated manner as if he were thinking really hard and when he sees that it gets a small giggle out of you, he knows he's on the right track.

"Hm, I know what we should do instead. Wait here, angel.~"

He disappears into the hallway and you sit there as the sound of cabinets opening and rummaging around fills the air. You smile to yourself, and shake your head at the mental image of Dazai becoming a tornado to find whatever he's looking for right now, hoping he doesn't make too much of a mess. You fidget with your hair, twirling it in between your fingers as you take a deep grounding breath while you wait.

A moment later, he comes back with what seems like art supplies and a ton of mini candlesticks.

He knows you're intrigued when you tilt your head in confusion, but then again that's probably just the confusion... Dazai sets down two canvases along with the candles, flashing you a mischievous grin. If you couldn't process your feelings through words, art was always there! You look over the activities he's laid out for you both, awaiting his silver tongued explanation.

"You know when I want to be the little spoon but I don't say anything?"

You laugh softly, and nod.

"Mhm, you get all moody and weird."

He nods back, a half smile on his face as he rests his hands on his hips. He wants to tell you that the only reason he even knew such intimate luxuries is because you showed him that he's worthy of it, of being loved, but he doesn't say anything. He lets the sweet memories between you swim through his mind as fuel for the day he's trying to create for you. His voice sounds more like he's talking out loud now, lost in a thought..

"You make me moody and weird. You also make me want to grab your soft little face and just..."

He then snaps back to the moment, and his tone picks up.

"... But alas, there is no time to waste! Come, sit, I'll get the other things ready.~"

He zooms off to the kitchen, and your heart softens at how much he fusses over you, though you also hope you aren't being too much. You know he'd hate to hear that, so you simply sit down and look over the supplies you had honestly forgotten you had.

Dazai makes tea, because he knows it helps with your fidgeting and you like how the mug feels in your hands, he also begins to set the candle sticks all over the living room, lighting them one by one. You flash him a look of faint concern.

"Feels like Dracula's castle. You sure this is safe, Osamu?"

He simply grins impishly.

"It's called 'mood lighting', cutie. There is an atmosphere to be created!"

"Yeah, and possibly a wildfire."

"Boo, you're no fun. Besides, that sounds like a problem for future us. We live in the moment."

Dazai would never risk your safety and you know that, which is why you don't push the topic any further.

You two settle in, the candles illuminating you both with a warm flame that feels more comforting than you'd like to admit, you feel yourself becoming more immersed in the random little doodles and brush strokes you create as you both talk for hours about literally nothing while sipping on your tea. Nothing feels nice, for once and Dazai can see it in the way you slowly become less and less tense. So mindful, so beautiful.

After you fill your canvas, you set it down, and peer over at Dazai's.

"What'd you paint?"

He smiles sheepishly, and hides his.

"Not finished yet. No peeking!"

He stands up and in one swift motion, runs outside, while leaving you bewildered at the spontaneity of the situation. A few moments later, he runs back inside, huffing with his arms behind his back. He sits back down on the floor with you, criss crossed. He grabs his canvas, and puts something on it as he slowly unveils his work to you.

It's a single crisp leaf he must have plucked from the grass when it fell, the orange and reddish hue placed on the canvas that shows a cartoonishly painted tree as well. He murmurs, eyes trained lovingly on you but with that familiar playful tone.

"I wanted you to get a little air. It's good for one's mood, you know."

You slowly take the leaf, and twiddle it in your thumb as you begin to smile to yourself. You mutter back.

"The weather changes, moods change, it's so overwhelming sometimes..."

He slowly leans in a little closer and places a hand on the small of your back, inching you closer to him too. He wants to distract you from those thoughts affecting you, but it's getting harder when all he can think about is how much you affect him. He whispers.

"My mood never changes, you're the most precious thing I have ever seen all year round."

You look up at him, your eyes communicating what you feel, and he picks up on it with a silent confirmation. You hold each other's gaze for a long quiet moment and when you feel ready you lean into his chest, nuzzling into him. He envelops you in a hug that feels like the remedy you've been searching for this whole time, and it almost brings you to tears. You don't know it also does the same to him. He gives you a soft squeeze and leans down to your ear, his warm breath feeling like the way life is supposed to feel. You mumble, your voice slightly muffled against him.

"Thank you, Osamu. Love you."

He smiles at that. To be something so soothing to you, to be of use for once in his life, it's a feeling that he could never describe. He'll have to find the words when he covers you in kisses from head to toe later, when he makes sure you feel the full extent of his devotion to you through thick and thin. He exhales deeply.

"Change of season, change of mind... It doesn't matter to me. It's still you. It will always be you."

[ecstarry]

hello hello very politely coming to your door requesting a trick or treat? and handing you a rose 🌹

i've been wanting to write a fic where monty is reg's boss and monty sees him like his protégé, probably in smth like history related and one day monty can't go to work and sends james to help out with organizing the rest and james goes there with 'clear instructions to do as u tell me' and james is in absolute awe of how smart reg is, a bit like 'damn i see why my dad keeps u around' and reg is like 'just help me that pile over there, james' but he's actually blushing

hope u enjoy this idea love <3 reg and monty's bond is so so important to me

[angelscorpses]

kinda unpopular opinion but "you know where to find me, and i know where to look" is NOT dally and johnny, it's dally and DARRY

[ssruis]

the thing about emu is that her life is super fucking wild and absurd shit is always just happening to her but because she’s so used to it and so full of whimsy she never acknowledges it. And so fans never acknowledge it either. Emu canonically has priceless paintings just hanging around in her house (in universe equivalent of fucking monet’s water lilies and van gough’s sunflowers iirc) and her family is Super Mega Owns A Theme Park And Airline rich and she has the ability to climb everywhere. She has personal body guards that have to wear goofy mascot costumes but are always prepared to die for her despite her not being in danger. Truly taking after her grandpa. Strange fucking creature. I love her.

[alilaro]

those damned anime weebs were right, Neon Genesis Evangelion really does go fucking hard

[mxrisacoulter]

2.07 // 3.04

[thegreatyin]

art i made ages ago and never posted because of various reasons but y'know what. it's time to get a little silly with it. big glowing silly birds angels

[teddybeartoji]

Mickey I’ll cry. I had a whole ass fic in your inbox about Satoru being tag teamed and it deleted I hate tumblr mobile… anyways as I was saying I WILL cry if fem satoru doesn’t get all that attention

She’s always soooo flirty with your friends when they’re over cause she’s knows you don’t care and it doesn’t really matter! She knows you love seeing her prance around all pretty working everyone up and teasing them cause you love how messy it makes her for you, and she knows you’ll always be there to finish the job <3! Loves showing off how pretty she is just to send them all home n giggle at the way she knows they’re all a little disappointed

So when you suggest going a little further she does get a little pouty :( how dare you let someone else handle your precious angel >:(! She’s all big eyes and wobbly lips n huffs until you start kissing in front of her, you’re rubbing from the outside of her panties while you’re kissing when you feel how she’s already starting to soak through <333 her pretty bush spreading onto her thighs and her cute clit all swollen and throbbing cause she never realized how hot you look kissing, and especially kissing someone else

It’s messy and you’ve got a little bit of spit glistening around your lips, and she whines loud when you push her panties to the side to just stare at her while you’re getting your neck kissed, and as if she wasn’t throwing a fit opposed to this entire idea just a few minutes ago she just shamelessly whines and bucks her hips into the air to get attention :((! Eyes are sooo pretty n heavy and glazed over while she spreads herself n mumbles a little “don’t you want to taste me too :(?”

ELLLLLEEEE YOU ARE FUCKING INSANE I'M GONNA BEND YOU OVERRRRR

FIRST OF ALL YOU'RE LITERALLY INSIDE MY HEAD LIKE WE THINK OF HER IN THE EXACT SAME WAY I HAD A VERY SIMILAR THOUGHT JUST YESTERDAYYYYY FUUUCKING CHRISTTTTT SECOND OF ALL JFLWJFKRJDJRJDJRBJSKXXJDJJWKDHFJKDBGBDKZHSHEJDJFJDBEKDBGSKBXKSBFKWVFKDJFKEBFKSJDKWBDKSJXKSBFKSBFKWBFKDBCJWJFIWJFJDBFBDKWJ THE NECK KISSING PLUS STARING AT HER PLUS RUBBING HER CLIT ELLLLLEEEEEEEE I WILL MARRRYY YOUUUU I NEED YOU SO FUCKING BAD YOU'RE ACTUALLY INSANE LIKE THIS IS SO FUCKNG HOT I'M GONNA HAVE A FUCKINGWET DREAM ABT HER FUUUUUCKKKKKK SHE'S SUCH AN ANGELLL:(((( SOOO POUTY AND WHINY AND PRETTY AND CUTE AND SEXY AND AAAAAHHHHH I JUST WANNA TASTE HER SO FUCKING BAD I JUST WANNA FEEL HER AGAINST ME I'M GOING TO FUCKING DIEEEEEE

[dollarstoreartsupplies]

hey,,, hey so i think abotu my losers club descendants au literally every day,,, like every single day without fail,,, i could talk about them for nine hundred hours (shhh i know i literally onyl ever posted one chapter of them ignore that)

extra richie doodle i really liked/base sketch below cut:

[wulfhalls]

guys. unfortunately for all of us I fear we are about to have a situation on our hands here.