#we❤️hh

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY HYUNJIN 🖤

[frecklystars]

OH MY GOD???? 🥺🥺🥺🥺 OH MY GOD???? 😭😭😭😭💞💓💖💖💕💞💗💗💞💓💖💕 THIS IS FOR ME?????????? 🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭💖💕💞💗💗💞💓💖💕💓💖💖💕💞💓💖💕💗💗💞💓💖🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 THANK YOU SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH!!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭💕💞💗💕❣💝💘💐🌈💌🌟✨🌸👑��🤍❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💖💕💖💕💖💕💖💕💖💕

small gift for @frecklystars !! been seeing a lot of k from you recently, so i hope this can bring you a little comfort !

[samheughanswife]

What is a kiss? Usually a way to express love, affection or as part of a greeting.

So let’s put this into perspective.

. Cast photographed together before boarding the bus that drove them to Murrayfield. So it’s a given that greetings were exchanged. Kisses and hugs, at the very beginning of the class excursion to TS concert with both the Headmistress and her deputy in attendance.

. Arrival and settling into the VIP tent and waiting for the pre show performance. Drinks, talking and familiarising themselves with the setup. Access, security, toilets.

. Sam and Caitriona would have been cognisant that the performance was filmed. All the other performances have been with multiple cameras and drones. TS set the standards very high with the use of technology so everyone can enjoy and benefit from her concerts.

. The chances of being filmed were high. They were very close to the stage and in the line of sight of the multiple cameras. These are two people very well versed in outdoor and location filming. Not novices. They would have seen the crew pre show.

. Paramore start their set with introductions and then their performance.

. Not sure how long they were in attendance before Paramore came on stage and not my job to find out. But suffice to say co-star catchup interactions were done and dusted.

What the video shows is a woman, Caitriona, so intuitively and intimately comfortable with Sam that she draws him in, arm around his neck and kisses him. Twice. It’s there on film. And it’s this that has the tumblrinas knickers so twisted.

We see a Caitriona who clearly not only “likes” her costar ( you know that she is said to hate him) but initiates UNNECESSARY closeness and deep affection, LOVE, for Sam whichever way you look at it. It was hours into being together on the excursion, not minutes.

These aren’t stills or screenshots. It’s on film. In technicolour. Swifty technicolour 🩷💚🩵🩶💙❤️💛🤎💜.

The existence of this video was dropped into the inbox of multiple accounts. It was there to watch and disseminate and ultimately share.

The only one to do so was @sgiandubh. I thank you so much and I’m saddened but not surprised that you have had to deal with the typical bullshit that comes from sharing any content that rattles the entrenched group think and mindset of so many.

“You think I’d leave your side, baby

You know me better than that

You think I’d leave when you’re down on your knees

I wouldn’t do that” By your Side, Sade 🤎

Caitriona showed not only her support for Sam after the HH pap walk but love as well. Platonic if you aren’t a believer and of course for me a woman who was unafraid and with zero fucks to give because she was aware that there was a chance it would be seen and still she moved in with the kisses and hugs.

Smooth operator ( sorry couldn’t help myself 😘)

N.B. Real life happens, I’m not here hitting refresh 24/7.

I’ve enjoyed reading the experts trying to make it make sense. The discomfort is real.

Caitriona forcing herself to get through a few hours of non work ( but it kinda was) with a co star she has barely tolerated these past few years and what do we see, deep down love and affection.

As as it’s often screeched ‘photos or it didn’t happen’ well we have video footage!!

[lesbianoms]

Woman who hypnotizes me into being her edible pet. The trance is only long enough to last the evening, but fortunately for her, that’s also how long I’ll be lasting…

She scratches my head and pets my hair, calling me a good puppy, as I nuzzle into her flat stomach that I’ve been conditioned into thinking I want to make so very round and full.

Lying down on the bed, she beckons me over and we cuddle, as she slowly teases and tastes me, licking the side of my face and peppering little kisses down the side of my neck. Meanwhile I’m getting so horny, and she smiles because she knows that if I’m slick and wet, I’ll slide down her throat much easier…

Snapping a collar around my neck, my pred pats me on the head and says goodbye to me. She slurps me down greedily, squeezing my sensitive, naked body into her gullet. Thick, wet gulps echo around the bedroom as my fate is sealed.

Her belly is a plush, moist, flabby blanket around me as I stretch out her stomach. The walls hug me tight as I shift around and squirm inside of her, to which she reacts with a delighted moan. Her stomach is rotund and swollen, almost bigger than she is. With a dazed grin, she flops her back onto the bed, rubbing and patting the beast of a gut I’ve bestowed upon her.

��Ooooh, puppy…. ❤️ you r-really hh-*hic!* hit the spot~ oouuh, it’s gonna take sooo long for Mommy to digest you, darling…”

She’s right. Her stomach is still getting used to me. The groans her belly lets out are muted and strained, smothered by my weight, and the acids are bubbling slow, trying to make sense of the moaning, panting lump within its confines. But I’m enjoying every second of it. Pleasure tingles through my body as I wiggle around and reach down between my legs to rub my folds.

I hear my pred whine, the playfulness in her voice suddenly retracted, and she moans in discomfort as she tries to soothe her churning gut.

“Hhhmf… ow… I think you’re giving me a tummy ache, puppy…” *hic*

The hiccups are all she’s able to let out. I’m packed so tight in her gut that there’s not a lot of room for those digestive gurgles to relieve pressure around in a more convenient manner. From the depths of her belly come the grumbliest noises as waves of warm air and juices bathe my body, and I continue to touch myself, completely high on the sensation of being her food.

Hours pass. Her stomach has barely made any progress on me, and her gut is still as massive and glorpy as it was when she first swallowed me. I shift around a bit inside of her and I hear her let out a low moan— her belly does the same. It’s gonna be a looooong “digestion session” for the both of us… 🫧

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Vaggie Redesign🦋

Made my own version of Vaggie for fun! Out of everyone so far, redesigning her was the funnest to play around with. There was a lot to consider!!! Spoiler alert for those who haven’t watched the show!

One big thing I had to consider about was her moth motif🦋. I redesigned her hair to be more moth like, the type that have eye patterns like the emperor moth! I think it’s super cool but also…Angels and Eyes👁️(I can imagine the eyes react with her main one) Plus Eyes in general have always been a big motif for her. I also made her feet more stubby, to give off how they were changed becoming a sinner. I def wanted to give off her coming off as unintentionally unsettling as moths can be lowkey scary lol, but also show a struggle of hers is being more down to earth and approachable to others.

Made her hair SUPER longer for the patterns but also give off how if makes up a lot of her, moths got big wings. I read sinners forms have a sorta punishment to them and I imagine for Vaggie, her hair can’t be cut. It can but it would grow back to the same length soon. So it’s def been a struggle for her along with her new feet to figure out how to deal with, especially for combat. Also replaced the bow with actual antennae and made her eyebrows have more hair too! At first I was gonna add the bow to show her using it some way to put up her hair but with how big it is and adding antennae I just got rid of it, making those allude to a bow instead 🎀

For my HH Gang, I’m going for a Rainbow Motif(I think we all know why), for Vaggie she’s more Indigo. Blue(color close to Heaven) but also a little mix of Red(Charlie & Hell). Also has a lot of different symbolisms that I think work well for Vaggie!!!!!!! And in her old looks she had a lot of blues(many such as navy blue belong in the indigo territory) that I decided to re-incorporate into her look. She’s the blue to Charlie’s Red❤️💙Also has a dark purplish red to show the uniforms she’s wearing is older but still connect her to the Hotel and Charlie❤️🌈.

Made her skin more purplish. I can imagine….back then it used to be gray or grayish blue but time in Hell added more color💜💜💜💜💜

ANOTHER really big thing was her fashion. For my Vaggie, she’s basically wearing an old Bellhop uniform from the Hotel’s past(moths may have done some damage prior, lol) hence the tatters, she likes it as it shows she’s part of the Hotel and protective enough but also not too stuffy to stop her from being active. I def was leaning into her being the Hotel’s security. She’s also wearing straps for putting her spear away, a hooded shawl, which I was inspired from one of her concept looks with ripped tights and boots. Def kept the long fingerless gloves with some protective wrap!!!!!!!!!

She’s also wearing a golden apple(HUGE motif with Charlie🍎) and also a huge symbol shown a lot through the hotel to show she’s part of it!…also added more hidden ❌ symbols.

I was def leaning towards business/subtle military/action girl for her. Talked about this with @a-sterling-rose that during development, she plays around with her look more, finding her identity more. I also wanted to give off a little mystery with the cloak. Show she’s someone with secrets…like being a former Top Exorcist. I REALLY WANT HER TO GET HER OWN PAIR OF ANGELIC BALLET SHOES FROM CAMILLE!!!!!🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰🩰

Gave her bigger lips 👄

Made her X sharper, make it look more wing like. Made her lashes more wing like too🦋

Put more weight & muscle on her💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪 show she’s got muscle and fun fact, moths got stout builds!!!!!!

Also redesigned her staff a bit to look more Eye like and added a wrap for grip(and that it may have been broken in the past).

Gave her a line under her eye, show she’s someone who works herself too hard ant time… and also give off she’s bit on edge about something…

Also I know there’s been discussions about her name, just wanted to say, if I was to change her name, I’d make it Polilla! Spanish for Moth���� I like the idea of exorcists being once humans who became Angels! So Vaggie’s def still got her Salvadoran roots! 🇸🇻 I can imagine she HATES when people call her “Polly” for short.

Also done designs for Charlie & Angel🍎🕷️

What do u think? I’d love to know!💖

[twola]

if you're still open to requests, HH!Arthur forced to endure the classic "only one bed" trope with a petite, bookish F!reader? still an outlaw but much more suited for infiltration than shootouts and analyzing difficult paperwork. maybe spectacles even, go wild with the idea!! love your other works ❤️

Accounting and Other Arts

Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI

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You're not one for gunshots or drunken brawling, as Arthur learns one night in Saint Denis.

Saint Denis reeks. The whole damned city. It either smells of horse shit and rotting garbage or of obnoxiously over-perfumed rich men and women traipsing about thinking that they are above the common folk.

The mare beneath him grunts as the dirt road turns to cobblestone, a high whinny as her hooves clack on the road. Arthur clicks his tongue to calm her down. Upon reaching an alleyway to the west of the market, he slides down from the saddle, grabbing his horse’s reins and tying them to a wrought-iron hitching post. He pats her mane gently as he eyes the alleyway. Stepping toward it, he strides past men and women heading to market, finding a quiet, shadowed spot and leaning against the brick wall of the alley.

“You’re late.”

Arthur snorts, pulling a cigarette from his satchel, and strikes a match against the arched brickwork in the alley. Lighting it, he eyes you from under the rim of his black hat.

Your arms are crossed over your chest, and you glare from the golden rims of your spectacles at him. Clad in a dark velvet vest over a maroon blouse, your matching skirt swishes as you stalk angrily in his direction.

“My apologies, ma’am.”

You scowl as you approach, looking up the alley past where Arthur leans against the wall.

“Y’get what you need?” He rumbles as he takes the cigarette from his lips, letting a plume of smoke float into the air.

You nod, pulling off your spectacles and tucking them into the breast pocket of your vest. “Tomorrow morning - the money’s going to be moved from the poker room back to one of Bronte’s safehouses. Be there a half hour before a half hour before six. Only supposed to be two men there.”

Arthur takes the cigarette from his lips and blows smoke to the side. “How much is the take?”

“If my calculations are correct, twenty-three hundred dollars.” You reply, straightening your skirts as you lean back against the brick wall in the alleyway. 

Arthur drops the cigarette and grinds it under his boot.

A strand of hair escapes from your tightly pulled bun, and you huff as you tuck it behind your ear. You’ve been told the hairstyle makes you look severe, you’d take it. In this world of guns and robbery and stealing you live in, you feel the need to do anything to make yourself look serious. 

Guns weren’t your weapons. Numbers were. You ran scams and cheated men out of money. You assisted Strauss in his loansharking. 

“Where y’been stayin' here in town?” Arthur asks, his hands gravitating to his gun belt.

“Shitty little place off the docks. Not much, but at least we can rest there until you have to go out in the morning.”

He nods, holding out his arm down the alley, “Lead the way.”

-

A hot, heavy, night has fallen in South Lemoyne - stifling in its haziness and the heaviness in the air. You’ve stripped down to a chemise and your bloomers as you climb into the old bed, the darkness outside staved off by a solitary oil lamp on the bed. 

Arthur’s boots scuff the dingy floor of the room you’ve been renting, the sound of him dragging the rickety old chair next to the small fireplace grates in your ears as you try to get comfortable in the lumpy bed.

Instead, you reach for the book that you’ve been reading from the bedside table, cracking it open as Arthur mercifully quiets down, pulling his hat from his head and placing it on the mantle as he sits down.

“Whatchu' readin’?” Arthur asks from across the room, pulling his boots off and tossing them near the door.

You look up at him over the rims of your spectacles, “I’m sure nothing you’d be interested in.”

He snorts, pulling his hat off his head and placing it on the table next to the fireplace.

“The Wealth of Nations.”

Arthur’s eyebrows raise, “That certainly ain’t one of Mary Beth’s pillow books.”

You shut the book and frown. “No. It ain’t.”

Arthur stares into the unused fireplace, rolling his shoulders.

“Get into the bed, Arthur. You’re the one who's gotta get up in the morning.” You eye him over those gold rims again, scolding in your tone.

“Ain’t terribly proper,” Arthur mutters under his breath.

“We’re both adults. And it ain’t like I take up much room. Just shut up and lay down.” You pull the spectacles off of the bridge of your nose and fold them up, leaning over to place them on the bedside table.

You unwind the tight bun you have your hair pulled into - your tresses falling in curls down your back, and completely miss the dumbfounded look he gives. As you shake out your hair, you shake out the severe look about you, your spectacles gone for the night.

It’s then, under the dim oil lamps of the saloon’s room, that he discovers that you’re beautiful. 

The moment passes quickly as you begin to look up at him, and his eyes dart away as not to be caught staring.

“Get in bed.” You command, looking at him for a second longer before turning over in bed and reaching for the lamp. You don't wait for him to make up his mind, plunging the room into darkness when you turn off the light.

After what seems like an eternity, the mattress sinks down on the other side of the bed.

-

You awaken far before dawn, a shout from outside jolting you from your sleep. Thinking it’s a fluke, you close your eyes again only for them to snap open as shouting continues again.

A crash fully awakens you, and you begin to lean up on your elbow, looking toward the window a few steps away. A large hand finds purchase on your belly as your entire frame is pulled backward in the bed. 

“Shh,” Arthur whispers, curling himself over you as he listens to the shouting outside. Glass breaks. Threats made. The sounds of a fight echo through the street, but now all you can think about is the fact that you’re tucked into Arthur’s body as he listens to the fight, ready to jump up and grab his revolver at a moment's notice.

Glass crashes again against the brick wall of the building you’re in, not terribly far from your window, and you turn inward from the noise. You may be a criminal, a fraudster, but you certainly aren’t one for violence. You don’t shoot and you don’t kill.

“ ‘S okay. I’ve got you.” Arthur mumbles, leaning over you to listen more intently to the scuffle outside. You bury yourself into his embrace, your face tucked into his neck as his hand pats your hair gently, ready to whip around and grab his revolver from the table if needed.

The fight in the alleyway dies down, fortunately, and as the agitated voices fade into the night, Arthur gently unwinds his arm from across your shoulders, his hand finding its way to settle atop your hip. Your fingers clutch at the worn fabric of his union suit atop his broad chest.

“Jus’ a drunken fight.” He whispers, patting your hip in a calming manner.

The men outside are the farthest thing from your mind at the moment. No, Arthur’s hand upon your hip and yours against his chest - that's all you think about. The rapid beating of your heart is all you can hear. This isn’t rational. It isn’t logical. But deep in your core, you burn. You’re driven by something completely different, animalistic, emotional, needy.

“Y’oka-” Arthur murmurs before you shove your mouth against his. It's only half a heartbeat before he’s kissing you back.

You throw your leg over his hip, and he takes a large hand full of your rear, pulling your hips against his. You are unable to hold back the moan from your throat as you feel his cock thickening against your lower belly.

For several moments, your bodies tessellate against each other until he yanks the hem of your chemise up to your belly.

“Christ,” he groans, and it’s just another moment before he rolls you underneath him.

“Y’ever done this?” He pants as he peels your bloomers down your legs, tossing them somewhere on the floor before his hand trails up between your thighs.

“No… but I have an idea-ah-!” Your sentence is cut off when you uncontrollably moan, a thick finger having immediately parted your folds and pressed against you.

Well, this feeling wasn’t something you had read about. You mewl into Arthur’s shoulder as his pointer finger moves back and forth between the seam of your body, pausing to circle the hooded nub that makes your toes curl.

Arthur sucks gently at your earlobe, his panting growing louder as his finger travels along your body, pausing for a moment once he’s reached the rim of your cunt, weeping slick as you want to die from the stimulation.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, and he growls in your ear as he quickly draws back and sits up on his knees, unbuttoning his union suit with the ferocity of a caged beast. You’re barely able to catch your breath before watching him tear his arms out of the sleeves, bunching the fabric at his waist, and pushing it down, baring himself completely.

Certainly, sketches in anatomy books had nothing on the real thing. Sketches weren’t hewn from decades of labor and violence. Sketches weren't tapered waists and the outline of solid muscles under pale, scarred skin that told stories of robberies past. And sketches assuredly were not so well endowed.

He’s back on you in an instant before you can even react - slotting himself between your legs as his mouth attacks your neck, sure to leave a mark that will show in the morning.

Arthur’s large hand moves to once more cup your core, and your breath hitches.

He presses himself against your thigh and you shudder as you feel how hard he is, how big is - Christ, how the hell was that supposed to fit inside you?

His finger pushes inside and your mind goes blank. You cry out wantonly as Arthur’s finger curls within your core, and he quickly begins to pump within you. Your back arches uncontrollably as he adds a second finger, and thrusts his hips against your body.

“Fuck, fuck. Y’sure you want this?” Arthur pants against your ear, unable to stop his hips from rutting against you. His cock settles in the crease of your thigh and god, he’s so close to where you need him.

Christ, maybe you should have taken Mary Beth up on one of her dirty romance novels.

“Y-yes, Arthur please-”

He presses inside you and there aren’t words for the feeling. No vocabulary to adequately describe the stretch, the filling, the connection one has when that last bridge is crossed. Though sex is simply an action, a physical coming together of body parts - the emotions that want to burst forth from your chest - you want to envelop him the same way he envelops you.

“Y’okay there? C’n I move?” He whispers into your ear, pressing his lips against your temple.

Are you okay, are you okay? All you can respond back with is a needy gasp as you turn your head to the side to find his mouth, desperately shoving your tongue inside as if to mimic the fact that he’s buried inside of you.

As your tongue delves into his mouth, you wish the thoughts flying through your head could possibly come out, but with him between your legs, his weight pressing you down into the mattress, his flesh parting you deep, all you can do is moan.

So much more than okay. How do people stand being apart? How can they not bury themselves in each other all day, every day? I want… oh god, Arthur, please, please move.

Somehow, he understands. His elbows brace himself on either side of your head as his hips retract, in a glorious swell of movement, he presses back in.

You whine needily into the column of his throat as he grunts, finding a rhythm as your legs wrap around his waist. Arthur grinds your hips into the bed, your small frame engulfed by his large one, and each thrust seems to take you further and further away. Gasping, tensing, shuddering. 

A desperate noise leaves your throat, and if you weren't so preoccupied with how the tip of his cock keeps hitting a spot inside you that makes you want to scream, you’d be mortified.

“Come for me.” He orders, voice sex-hoarse and demanding, and your body immediately complies. 

Every muscle, every tendon, and fiber of your body clenches at once, and your cry is loud and needy into his shoulder. Tears burst forth from your eyes. He groans into your hair in response, his rhythm faltering, and it’s only a moment more before he wrenches himself from you, his cock smacking against your belly as he jets his hot spend across your pale skin and hiked up chemise.

Arthur pants, nearly out of breath, for a moment, before leaning his forehead against yours and taking your lips in a slow, languorous kiss.

Your fingers card through his hair and one of his hands finds its way to your face, palm warm against your cheek before he finally pulls back.

Arthur immediately frowns when he sees the tracks of drying tears. “Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head, smiling, “When can we do that again?”

He snorts in amusement, rolling off of you and onto his side, “Let me go get our money,” he kisses your forehead, “Then I’ll get us another day here.”

“Sounds amenable.”

“You and them fancy words.”

Your smartass retort is drowned out by his kiss.

[littlesheeneffect]

She's My Husband (Part 9) ❤️

Miles Maitland x yn (AFAB Genderfluid)

I suppose we fell asleep on the couch, cause when I woke the next morning it was in a cold, fireless room, to the warm chest rumble of snoring.

My eyes slowly stirred, laziness haunting them to drift back into the sweet embrace of sleep, how could one not when laying in Miles' enveloping arms? 'Wait- Miles's arms?!'

I sharply inhaled, realization striking me, he and I had fallen asleep on the couch the night before, still wrapped in eachothers embrace from exhaustion.

'Ohhh-h-hh!' I shuttered in my mind, as I began to blush at the feeling that bloomed throughout me. The feeling and sight of his chest slowly heaving against my half-seated self; followed by the view of his shoulders slumped slightly down as his arms tangled around my upper waist. Oh the comfort and perfection of imperfections. I could've stayed right there in that moment, watching as he huffed deeply in his sleep, eyelids flickering every now and again, lips weightfully soft, and his hair disheveled. Only then did I realize he'd worn a silver earring in his left ear the day before, as I shifted slightly and some of his curls fell behind his ear.

Just then, he stirred slowly and slightly prayed his eyes open. A smile quickly appeared as he huskily whispered, "Morning love" with a wink. At the same time, he loosened the tie about his neck a bit and pulled me back down, making me blush a bit more- though thankfully it was shaded in the cloth of his chest, "Morning Miles".

"Mmmmm", he moaned stretching out his arms from about me, into the cold air. An unusual shiver coursed through me, though I knew I was not cold. His chin rested on my head, as he began, the gravel of his voice vibrating deeply.

"I think I should get some of my things from the Hall today.. Coast should be clear enough for that after last night, don't ya think darling?" I smiled jubilant at his insinuation, "So, y-you'd like to stay here for a bit longer? Or, or maybe.. move in?"

We both slowly sat up, his hair crazy with sleep and a flush crimsoning his face as he spoke, "Well, I, I mean if you are alright with it y/n. I don't want to barge in and take your house over! I mean, I love being with you, every single second. I wish I could wake up like this for the rest of my life, y/n. You are my love, darling. So, I, I suppose so."

I burst into a smitten chuckle, and instantly found my hand longingly caressing his forehead and face. "Oh, Miles," was all I was able to sigh. Breathing deeply in, the framilar sent of his cherry sherry and oak.

He grew flamboyantly bashful, tipping his head about and arching his shoulder up. "Oh please darling, do this to me and you may regret it- I have a wonderful knack at things crimson and obscene." His slight smile and words, I suddenly laughed.

"Oh jolly good- I warn you y/n," he grew grave and slightly embarrassed the rouge ever increased on his cheeks, "It can become quite horrid." At the end he muttered with a sort of pouting face.

"Miles, Miles, Miles" I shook my head as I uselessly helped straighten his tie, "You are a doll. My doll," I smiled, pulling a reaction worthy of a thousand years, when I laid a soft quick kiss on his left cheek.

He beamed and leaped from the couch like a child, talking about how we would have a wonderful day at the park and he'd get the best bottle of fine wine he could find for ourselves. To celebrate our new shared home together as lovers, secret life's in the world.

..... To Be Continued....

[kinkydents]

Would you want Charlastor to happen in canon or are you fine with it just being a fan thing?

I sometimes feel insensitive because I know Alastor is supposed to be ace but I’m not sure how else to read his and Charlie’s interactions, especially when he’s always touching her in some way.

I dont keep it a secret that i am not a fan of the writing for HH. I also don’t feel particularly inspired by the canon ships in the show whatsoever—especially the established ones.

i have found that the fandom has unlocked so much more interesting potential with charlastor than canon ever could—unless season 2 really turns them on their head (doubt)

i am completely fine with (romantically inclined) charlastor being a fanon only concept!! who said we needed a canon stamp on their relationship to have more fun? It’s not the first time i shipped things that weren’t canon, and it won’t be the last!

and alastor is ace, but asexual people are completely capable of having romantic feelings, sex, attachments, to be touch positive / starved, etc. It just means they have little or no sexual attraction. From what i recall, alastor just believes nobody is good enough for him due to his narcissistic traits.

but for us, charlie is perfect for him, and thats what matters ❤️🩷

[edible-emerald]

gonna try and make a proper pinned post lmfao

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Howdy. You can call me Emerald, Calypso or Syren. My pronouns are she/they/xe/it. (Girlflux) Usually any are fine to use but they do fluctuate, so ask. Even if you use listed pronouns when I don't want you do I don't usually care all too much. I'm aromantic/asexual, possibly hypersexual, EXTREMELY romance repulsed, and a minor.

Because I am a minor, I ask that adults respect their own DNIs if they have that. If you don't, you may interact; but I get defensive, argumentative and anxious very easily, especially around adults.

Idk how I never added it but my mental disorders and disabilities are: ADHD (Diagnosed at age 9) Depression (Diagnosed at age 11) Social anxiety (Self diagnosed) Autism (Highly suspected/in the process of pursuing a diagnosis) Some sort of trauma disorder (Suspected, talking with my therapist about possible PTSD) OCD (Suspected) DID/OSDD (We're a sys(let) so the chances are relatively high, plus other symptoms)

We're desirdae! We use a lot of desirdae & dissomei labels, however some major ones are desirfakesui, desirpermateen, desirworsen, and a few others.

On most websites I use the username edible_emerald, including discord and ao3.

Plurallet. I'm still figuring out this identity and questioning it so it's kinda a placeholder but keep that in mind. Simply plural is calypsoooo, if you friend me tell me your tumblr username when you do (I may decline sorry)

I'm a therian, my theriotype is Northwestern wolf. I'm questioning Mermaid/selkie/siren and Lynx/wild feline, along with something winged. I’m also mermaidhearted and have other hearttypes that I’ve been too lazy to figure out but I will eventually

I post art sometimes

Also I like to write!! :3

I'm currently hyperfixating on MCYT, specifically KSMP, LSSMP, UU, Park/PVPciv, and Whitepine. Some previous hyperfixations include LU/TOTK/TLOZ, TOH, CSMP, KOTLC, TADC, HH, HB, MD, TOS (1 and 2), and chess. I write fanfiction a bit and you can find my writings on my ao3 account (edible_emerald)

I run a plethora of sideblogs, ask if you're curious

I can reclaim the slurs faggot, retard and tranny but I don't really use them very often, unless you talk to me in dms/discord than I do a little bit more lmfao

I will update this when I remember stuff lmao

I will try to respect your boundaries, but I may forget and accidentally misgender you, etc. Please correct me if I do! Also I tend to be petty a lot, so I will probably argue with people. If you'd rather I just leave it, you can let me know and I'll drop it. I'm too autistic to realize otherwise lmao

My only DNIs are that bigots and radqueers DNI. I also ask that Harry Potter and DSMP fans DNI *UNLESS* I interact first, then you're welcome to.

As for my other DNIs, I don't have any, anyone can interact. You will want to keep in mind that I'm:

Pro endogenic/tulpamancer/willogenic systems

Neutral on the whole 'the term tulpamancy is cultural appropriation!' argument because i've seen different accounts from different people and some of them are Tibetan Buddhists and some of them aren't and idek what to believe atp

Pro self-diagnosing

Anti proship/conship

Neutral on lesboys

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[anditvanisheslikemist]

I'm obsessed with Matty's stifles!! I hope we can get some more soon ❤️❤️

Absolutely! Here you go! 💙💚

Cut Grass, Matty/Nico, 818 words Read it below or on AO3 (series link: tumblr, AO3)

“We don’t have to say yes. They could hire someone. We could hire someone!”

“No, it’s okay, I’ll do it. It’s fine.”

“Babe, you do realize I see you when the neighbors cut their lawn, right?”

“It’s not like we have a shortage of allergy meds in the house. Nic, Clive is the nicest landlord I’ve ever had, I can mow the lawn while he’s in the hospital.”

Nico takes off his glasses and rubs at his eyes with a sigh. “You are very sweet, and it’s going to be the death of you.”

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hhhh… hng’DT! h'NGT'dhhh... hh! ngxxt'dh. h'DDT! hhh...!

Yeah. The allergy meds have done fuck-all. Nico's waiting at the door with a wet washcloth when Matty comes stumbling back in, eyes swollen so badly he can hardly see.

"Come on, here you go..." He guides Matty to one of the stools at the kitchen counter and presses the washcloth to his eyes, gently wiping the allergic tears away in between shudders of painfully suppressed sneezes. "Oh, shit, hang on—" They hadn't actually closed the door. The breeze coming through in the few seconds it takes to shut it makes it perfectly clear why Nico couldn't exactly have taken over the job: he'TCHIU! h'TCSCHiew! hh.... He gets the door shut. t'CHOO! "Jesus Christ," he murmurs, and swipes at his nose, and turns back to Matty, who has managed to stop sneezing long enough to blow his nose so hard that Nico's afraid he's going to rupture his eardrums.

"Okay. Clothes off, shower, here we go." Matty shakily starts to get up, but Nico stops him. "No, right here, if you track that through the house we're gonna have to do a deep clean."

Nico does most of the work to strip Matty right there in the kitchen, and shakes off the itch that flares in his own sinuses again when he throws the grass-covered clothes into the empty washing machine. He goes back in to find Matty, down to only his underwear, dizzily bracing himself against the counter.

NNNG'xx'tdhh. n'GHH!'dh. hhh...hh. d'DT!'dh.

Nico sighs and leads him upstairs with a hand at the small of his back, Matty's muscles convulsing over and over again. Nico is deeply familiar with the can't-stop-can't-breathe-can't-think loop of allergies gone out of control, but at least in his case he's trying to get the damn pollen out.

Someday he'll push the issue. Today is not that day.

He turns the shower on but stops Matty before he can get in. "Benadryl first."

Matty grumbles but takes the pills, and then stands under the water blowing his nose into a washcloth over and over again.

After a while the sneezing-coughing-blowing his nose loop slows, and Nico can see through the curtain that Matty's slowly working through the steps of washing his hair and his face and his body. He strips and leans against the shower wall, looking through the gap between the curtain and the tile.

"Hi. Want company?"

Matty makes a noise that somehow conveys yeah, okay without anything resembling words. Nico steps in and puts a hand to Matty's waist. Matty sags into the touch, folding into Nico's arms in spite of being six inches taller. Nico smooths his hand up and down Matty's back under steady fall of water.

"Listen. I know you can do it. You just proved that."

Matty shudders into Nico's shoulder with a n'GHT!'hhh....

Nico kisses his temple. "And I'm going to post on that neighborhood message board thing for someone to mow our lawn, because—" —Matty's shaking his head against him— "no, because we can afford it, no problem, and your pride is not worth you not being able to fucking breathe. Okay?"

Matty groans in frustration, but it's also a begrudging fiiiine, so yeah, that counts as a win.

"You are ridiculous and I love you very much." Kissing under each of his eyes where his cheeks are puffy from the swollen sinuses below. "Okay. Let's get you in bed before the Benadryl knocks you out."

"It's elevend a.mb."

"Yup." He reaches behind Matty and turns off the water, then nudges him back onto the bathmat and into his towel. "Hey. We should talk about this for real when you're not allergy-and-allergy-med-drunk, but you know how Clive has been talking about eventually wanting to sell, and us having first dibs?" He towels off his own hair and flips off the bathroom light, gently pressing Matty back into their room and into bed. "I wonder if, once he gets back on his feet, he's going to decide that now's the time. I know he loves putzing around here, but he should actually enjoy his retirement." He snuggles up against Matty under the covers. "We could get a cat. Or a dog!"

"Or both," Matty says, low and half-asleep.

"Or both. Something to think about." Nico kisses his forehead. "Sleep well."

[haleigh-sloth]

I've loved your blog for years, and I share the same disappointment you feel towards bnha. I saw you got into Hazbin Hotel, and I love the series, too! I really just want to read a story with redemption and second chances.

It'll be insane how a story set in literal hell could possibly (I only say possibly because Hazbin Hotel has years to go since it just started but I am sure Viz will do better) do redemption and seconds chances better than a Shonen hero story lol.

I love the mess out of Alastor and Angeldust so far. Charlie is so pure-hearted and sweet!!

❤️ I still hope things turn out okay despite the disappointment we feel right now. I’m glad I brought this tumblr account back to life for the manga, hopefully I can enjoy other things and meet more people through different fandoms on here.

Ohhhh I’m foaming at the mouth at Alastor’s coming arc AHHHH

I just feel good about HH because Viv does not care what people think, she isn’t accountable to Shounen Jump magazine.

When I say she doesn’t care, what I mean is:

She cares about her show and people enjoying it! But she also wrote a show that is either For You or Not For You. And just based on the way she wrote it and has her characters talking, it’s very obvious. The show is for specific people. It’s not made for the masses (like BNHA is). You like it and vibe with it, or you don’t. And if you don’t, then the show isn’t going to go out of its way to please you. The show is unapologetic and I’m here for it.

That’s what I mean. And I feel really good about the arcs in it. Alastor’s especially because he’s her oldest character and he is clearly hiding a significant part of himself from the rest of the hotel crew (and us!) and I’m a slut for characters like that. And just in season 1 he showed fantastic development and I’m just way too excited lol.

I am still keeping an open mind for BNHA, but I am on longer considering it one of the best manga I’ve ever read (which, if things had gone the way it seemed it was going to I would have considered it that). But I am giving the author some credit and assuming as best as I can, assuming that he does care but he’s tired. And with that he’ll do what he can. Not that it’ll be good, but maybe it won’t make me want to sell everything.

[xsapphic-celestialx]

Ok so I think I remember seeing that someone said that there was no mention of Harriet hunter in the list but there’s clearly a HH in the corner of this paper?? Also does anyone know what the 3130 means because it’s kind of bugging me lol. Anyway I think people are allowed to be disappointed but we need to remember the budget wouldn’t have been massive so cuts were inevitable (although I do think it’s odd how they added a weird plot line with pips dad) and Holly has said that she tried to keep it as book accurate as possible so it’s not her fault that scenes got changed. Hopefully if we get a season 2 (which I hope we will, I’m kind of scared that the lack of Stanley means they’ll jump straight to season 3) the writers will look at the feedback and make it more similar to the book ❤️

[amusingmusie]

There are so many little things to appreciate with your fic aaaaa

When you’ve been through so much, normal simple things seem too plain. Love to see that shown with nel 🫶 🫶. She’s gone through hell and back so things like ‘relaxation’ and ‘peace’ seem like a suffocating sweater. #relatable

and your non traditional way of showing an aroace relationship (can I call what nel and al have that?) has me reeling! So many times I’ve seen it done with a sweet, deep fondness (which is perfectly ok) for each other with wholesome care transcending average relationships, so it’s incredibly freeing to see your depiction. Nel and al both HATE soft, romantic displays of affection and would rather die than ever do them ❤️. Lovey dovey things make me slightly cringe lol so reading your fic has been such a pleasure and breath of fresh air to my aroace heart. Knowing you are aroace as well is like a DREAM come true cause having one of us write an Alastor relationship?? Rarer than husk smiling. I rmb looking at your page and seeing the ‘aroace lesbian’ and screeching sjsicisdjs.

anyways this is my long winded speech of wanting to thank you for your great service to the HH community! >:) you have insane writing skills like nothing I’ve seen before.

Hey thank you so much! It's been a harder week for me and this was a very sweet pick-me-up, thank you!

Ironically, I didn't necessarily set out to write an aroace relationship, I just wrote what I like, and well...here we are! I too really don't like mushy stuff. Mushy moments? Maybe in passing. Mushy romance? Get outta heeeeerrreeee, get outta my face with that!!! Also to be so for real, writing this fic is what made me realize that I'm aro, not just ace. Lmao. Thank you Alastor and Nel, you freaks (and my aro mooties that I asked for advice).

[beatrixstonehill2]

"Just a photo of me with my lovely new girlfriend, Nikki! We met on Tinder and she was soooo eager to date a trans girl like me! I asked her if she loved girls with huge boobs like me and she asked if I'm trans. I was surprised she could tell and said that I was. She told me it was obvious I was born a boy, that I didn't pass very well. But she really wanted to hook up still, saying she loved how boys who transition into girls like me wind up with such big boobs that they're kind of a give away. Because cis girls would get a reduction and hate being so busty, but trans girls keep them and let them grow to bovine proportions. Since we have boy libidos and get turned on by monster tits and other perverted stuff. But she said she's a bit of a pervert, too.

I told her I was flattered but I'm not especially kinky. She promised me if we got together she'd make me kinkier than I ever could've dreamed. Sooooo I just had to say yes. We've been together three months, but I'm still not sure what she meant exactly..... We have sex and she encourages me to use my cock, although she tops, she likes me to stroke my cock and edge for her. She likes to tell me when I can or can't cum, which is pretty fun, although a bit frustrating since I swear I've been getting hornier since I met her! And my cock has actually grown, weirdly enough! That happen to any other trans girls at nineteen? I haven't missed any of my meds. But I've gone from four inches fully erect to almost ten! It's embarrassing having a big dick but at least Nikki seems to like it, joking how it just proves I'm really a boy deep down. It's weird but my heart flutters when she calls me a boy, especially in public. It actually makes my cock hard..... Oh, and suddenly my stubble and beard are coming in! Is that normal? I've been on blockers since ten and hormones at twelve. Should I see my doctor or do you girls think I should just let it come in? I'm OK at covering it with makeup but I feel like it's coming in really fast. Oh well, hope you all have a lovely day! ❤️"

"Fuck..... It's been two years since my last post because, well, as everyone was commenting, yes Nikki was a TERF, and yes.... she was sneaking me testosterone. You all called it and I totally ignored it. Now I'm seeing what she meant by kinky.... It was one thing to control when I cum, but now my life revolves around Nikki's fetishes. It started with her detransitioning me, training me to edge and not cum unless she allowed it. Soon my voice dropped, my body hair and beard grew thick. I couldn't hide that I was a guy at all. And fuck it made me so damn hard! I feel disgusting, thinking of how I threw my beautiful body away for Nikki. But my cock is so big now! It aches to be stroked and played with all day, but instead every time I get an erection I have to eat or chug weight gain shakes until Nikki gets home and lets me cum.

Nikki apparently loves extremely fat men and loves turning beautiful trans girls into fat men even more. I'm definitely not the first or last trans girl she's done this to. I even had to watch as she made me get my boobs chopped off. Reduced to a flat, boy's chest, as I was only numbed, kept awake as the surgeon destroyed my perfect breasts. Nikki was in the corner, controlling a set of vibrating toys, one in my ass, the other inserted into my fat cock. I was still thin and pretty that day, and it's one of the few videos Nikki actually lets me jerk off to when I'm allowed to cum. That, and videos of other trans girls she's dated enduring the same thing. Always still slim and beautiful, breasts at least a HH-Cup or bigger. Stubble starting to show on their faces, voices just beginning to crack as they're forced to watch a surgeon dismantle and ruin their beautiful, estrogen-fattened breasts.

Now my whole life is sitting home eating. Sometimes Nikki goes days without coming home and letting me cum, since she has so many other former trans girls to keep fed and growing, making sure none of us are breaking our rules, being naughty, and gooning on our own. Although, as a boy the temptation to edge and stroke and goon all day is always at the forefront of my brain. Eating is the only thing that quiets my urges..... temporarily. So I eat more and more, gorging myself, becoming a hairy tub of lard for Nikki, knowing I'll never, ever pass as a girl again. Not that I was ever very convincing.... I can't wait to get as fat as possible to show Nikki what a devoted, pathetic hog I've become! Although it is fun to watch her get mad when I can't help myself and I jerk off for hours on end to girls getting forcibly detransitioned....."

[dorkynerd23]

Meet Bella! 🩷✨

(My Hazbin Hotel Oc)

Here's my Hazbin Hotel!! ❤️ Huge thanks and props to a wonderful, talented artist and a friend of mine, "TrippyTrovice" over on Twitter for drawing my adorable spider girl!! And yeah, I know y'all are probably wondering why I'm posting this when I've mentioned about not wanting to involve myself anything Helluvaverse related again after so much that's happened and yeah, I still stick to that and I don't at all regret anything I've said and still stand by my criticisms and thoughts..but honestly even after everything, HH is still something that means so much to me and I came across the show at a hard time in my life and it's become such a comfort and the characters also mean so much to me, I'm willing to give the fandom and such another chance but I'm just gonna be my own person and be in a small circle and be careful when it comes to the community and such! I'm definitely excited and hyped for Hazbin and I know it probably won't be perfect but I'm hoping it'll AT LEAST, be more watchable and entertaining to watch than HB, IMO...again, I know some are probably gonna hate and be upset at me for this especially after the drama that occurred a while ago with the HB/HH community and Lackadaisy S1 fundraiser, ect. And once again, I know some won't be happy with my decision and will disagree which I completely understand and get, but please try and respect my opinions and understand. 💗

Anyways, here's my adorable demon spider gal!! I've had this kiddo since about 2020-ish and she's definitely one of the Oc's I'm the most proud of + love the most and I hope to do more with her soon and update her bio, especially now that we got more information on the show and with it finally coming out next year in January! 💙 I've also got another HH Oc (who's not only Bella's best friend, but also her love interest too) and I'll be posting about her sometime later on in the future. So, stay tuned for that, folks. (⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠)

(🚫DON'T STEAL, PLEASE!! DON'T STEAL MY OC OR THE ART AND CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN!🚫)

[draculovemp3]

for the character ask game: james wilson house md :3

I was asleep when I got this one but HAI^_^

Sexuality HC: worlds gayest heterosexual man . Bi but like he’s got a emotionally rough job and several alimonys to pay he’s not thinkin ab all that. Except when house is in the perimeter. If gay marriage was legal in NJ before 2013 the divorce number would be unimaginable ❤️.. Most importantly no matter the sexuality he’s a harlot

Gender HC: in similar above terms: world’s transsest cis man <3 ummm yea sure he’s cis w/e but also he’s so some trans guy. I also can Butchify anyone. Guards turn wilson into a masc woman

A ship I have with said character: gee i wonder…. Hilson should have been canon so they could be wilson divorce no.4. The divorce is just for fun bc house wants to flex the embarassing number of divorces & also have his own 1❤️. Happily toxic remarried. But idk that’s an average statement from Oscar hilsondivorce innit. Also house/cuddy/wilson is the unethical ethical polycule ever.

A BROTP I have with said character: the hypothetical interactions Wilson and Cameron had when he left ppth post-WH/HH is so special to Me…. Also um cuddy and wilson bitchy besties obv.

A NOTP I have with said character: IDFK whatever’s done boringly. I don’t vibe w the occasional cameron/wilson I’ve seen ig

A random headcanon: idk why but I think he reallyy likes sour candy :p also the first time he ever noticed a smidge of grey hair he freaked out and dyed it brown/match but noticing the nondifference stopped bothering after that one panic. also bc he knows it’d give house ammo to switch the dye w crazy colors more than he’s already tried before

General Opinion: tbf thru my first watch while I Did love him he wasn’t even top 5 charas. Thru my rewatch he’s making me insane❤️…. What the hell is up w this Guy. I need to open his gut up and see if he just has parasites that make him say & do All that:/ shoutout to awful Manwhores with hearts as big as their hair in media we don’t have enough of him

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