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officialclangen · 14 hours
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I… I just started a clan and got a kitty pet named Katy Purry
I love this game sm
I know, the writer's team is very creative! ... And loves their cat puns!
✦ Chibi ✦
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mystical-maelstrom · 3 days
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Any new officewear hauls?
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This outfit is from my most recent haul 😍
I actually thought of you the day I wore this and thought "I can't forget to take pictures! " 😃 I hope you are well!
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xsunnysoftx · 2 days
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I'm curious What does Dr. Lockhart's laugh sounds like? ♡ :o
Hey there!!! Thanks for the ask!!
Okay. Keep in mind this account is 16+ meaning the content in this ask is more geared for mature audiences. Kias voice is actually head cannoned to be Tom ellise!!
I have a video similar that I made long before I had an actor for his voice. The voice claim I used I did get permission for. No I do not know the voice behind it. It was a commission for an ex friend of mine that just so happened to perfectly fit Kia. This first video has tk related content in it. I compiled this like a year ago?
Other wise his laugh is the same as Tom ellis ♡ Kia is a VERY giggly individual. If he's excited? He will bounce up and down on his feet as he does so. He's a very snorts bloke as well. Which makes his laugh like 2x cuter
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inorganicone2230 · 1 day
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Would Gojo and Geto prepare to dress their darling in feminine clothes that give them easy access to her? :>
Oh fucking hell would they ever!
They already like the way she styles her clothes and outfits, so that's not a problem for either of them, but what they do take issue with is seeing how cheap and crappy the quality is.
Both of them know it's not her fault, since the pieces she has are all she could ever afford, but it still bothers them to see her wearing over washed cotton and tacky polyester. So I imagine that whenever they all go out shopping together, they somehow always end up convincing her to let them buy her some sort of article of clothing; a nice new top for an already sabotaged job interview she has coming up, a new pair of jeans so they can better admire her ass whenever she bends over or has her back to them, a new coat because her old one is worn out and not up to par for the bitter Tokyo cold, or even just a few new pairs of cashmere socks because her feet are always so cold.
But both of them especially love it when she wears skirts and dresses.
Suguru has a particular fantasy that involves her riding his cock in the driver's seat of his car; leaning the seat back and grabbing her ass so he can bounce her back and forth while she grips his shoulders and tries her best to hang on while he tops her from the bottom, and afterwards, when he's finished blowing his load inside of her, he wants to take her soiled panties and let her go the rest of day with his cum leaking out and smearing over her bare thighs.
Meanwhile, Satoru is fond of the prospect of having her warm his cock in a public setting; taking her somewhere like the beach or a park and having her sit on his lap with his cock buried inside of her tight pussy while he lazily reads a book to her. To anyone watching, it would look like nothing more than a happy couple enjoying a day out together while showing a little PDA, with none of them ever knowing that beneath her flowing skirt, he's balls deep inside of her twitching little cunt.
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Hoi :] I <3 ur blog theme sm
Thanks13zzz (>^_^)> <3333
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daytaker · 2 days
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Could you perhaps write something where gn!mc is just,,, a complete asshole. Fully standoffish and rude, I think it'd be hilarious [bonus points if they have a traumatic backstory for WHY]
No bonus points for me because my asshole MCs exist in a state of suspended animation and they're just like this Because They Are.
Now, I go on and actually explore my idea from an earlier prompt that MC being standoffish would derail the entire plot of OG Season 1 since it requires them to help Belphie get out of the attic.
And if you're wondering, yes, Solomon is quoting KJV Book of Revelation at the end there.
How Your Year-Long Vacation In the Devildom Ended in the Apocalypse
or; Asshole Standoffish MC says what?
Ship: None Word Count: ~1.3k Triggers: Uhhhh... (points to the title)
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You're not here to make friends.
And you're definitely not here to date any million-year-old demons who look like they stepped out of the pages of Esquire.
You're here because you're Fate's favorite bitch, and apparently you haven't been suffering enough lately.
So you go ahead and announce all that to your host family the first time you all sit down for dinner.
"...Are humans like that?" asks Asmodeus, looking between you and his brothers. "...I...I don't remember humans being like that."
"Wow. Okay," says Leviathan, staring at his Switch. "First of all, what's your damage. Second, you should probably find the demons who are interested in dating you and let them know, lmao." He fist-bumps Mammon without looking up from the screen.
"What's Esquire?" asks Beel.
"I'm gonna go eat in my room," you say. "Goodnight."
As you leave, you hear Mammon mumble, "Well, they were right about being a bitch."
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Things aren't any less irritating at that stupid school. Honestly, who names a school after themselves and the fact that they're royalty? Was he just trying to make an easy acronym? Seriously. 'Royal Academy of Diavolo'.... It makes you cringe, hard.
So you sit in the back of all your classes and doodled your favorite sleep paralysis monsters getting closer and closer to the foot of your bed over the course of the day. You're just getting to where you can see the empty white scleras staring up at you when Dumb, Dumb, and Dumber turn up, A.K.A. the other exchange students, A.K.A. Simeon the Angel (dumb), Luke the Baby Angel (also dumb), and Solomon (dumber), the immortal human sorcerer and also the ancient king of Jerusalem? (Like, that Solomon? What the fuck, why does he look like a twenty-three year old anime boy?)
"You must be the newest exchange student," says the tall angel.
"Yeah, and?" you answer.
"Hey, you don't need to be so rude to him!" says the baby angel. His voice makes you want to throw yourself into a furnace.
"Yeah, and?" you answer again.
"Haha! So the new student has some spunk! I like that," says the Biblical king.
"Why are you all bothering me? I was drawing my sleep par--"
"We should all hang out at Purgatory Hall sometime," suggests Simeon, proving he hasn't been paying attention. "By the way, why did Diavolo end up putting you in with the brothers instead of situating you with us?"
"Because I walk around naked at night and I don't care who sees, and there's a child in your dorm."
"Really?" asks Simeon, covering Luke's ears. "Why do you do that?"
"Because fuck you, that's why. Leave me alone."
"I don't remember humans being like that," murmurs Simeon to Solomon as they walk away.
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"I'm a human too," says the demon in the attic.
"Uh-huh," you say with undisguised skepticism. "And you want me to forge pacts because...?"
"Because then you can release me. Us humans have to stick together."
You let that hang there for a few seconds before dropping the ax.
"...So I know you're Belphegor. Because your fucking picture is up in the house. You absolute moron."
His expression drops.
"You idiot. You lying shit. Don't waste my time like this again. I'm not forging pacts with any demons. I know you missed my first dinner here, but to sum it up: I'm not here to make friends."
"I don't remember humans being like this," he mumbles to himself. "Wha- hey! Wait! Where are you going?! Come back! Come- come back!!!"
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It's Diavolo's birthday party, and Lucifer forces you to come.
By that, I mean he physically picks you up and drags you there while you struggle and rage.
"I don't remember humans being like this," Diavolo says to Barbatos with some concern as he sees you carried thrashing through the entry.
"Oh, they absolutely are," argues Solomon. "I only calmed down after I'd been around about a hundred years. But for their stage of development, I'd say they're pretty much par for the course."
Barbatos stares blankly at Solomon as Diavolo nods sagely. "I see, I see... I suppose I'll have to keep that in mind when selecting our next exchange student."
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"Finally! The year is almost up, which means this loser's going back to the human world, and Belphie's gonna come back home!" cheers Mammon.
"Very expository of you," Satan replies dryly.
"Oh, Belphie is Belphegor, right? Your youngest brother?" you ask, looking up from the knife you've been sharpening. It's one of the chores you reluctantly accepted over the course of your stay here. You're taking care of your knife duties while brothers 2 and 4 cook dinner.
"Uh, obviously," snorts Mammon. "Why, what do you care? You'll be gone before he gets here."
"I forgot I never mentioned this to any of you. He's in the attic."
Mammon and Satan stare at you. Mammon chuckles nervously. "Whaaa? Don't be stupid, there's nothing up in the attic. Lucifer doesn't even let us go up there."
You stare back at him, unblinking. The two brothers glance at each other.
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You sit on your suitcase in the front hall of the House of Lamentation as the place goes up in flames.
Beelzebub is in a mindless rage, cursing Lucifer and breaking down walls. Every now and then, the entire house rumbles, indicating its structural integrity is just that much less solid.
Leviathan summoned Lotan in a moment of panic when Mammon kicked his door in and announced that Belphegor was going to war against the human world and Lucifer and Diavolo and he'd better pick sides before he got drafted, so the entire ground floor is soaked in a few inches of water and tentacles keep reaching out from the depths of the house. You swat them away whenever they get too close. You're not sure where Levi is now, but based on the fact you can hear Mammon screaming and pounding at the bathroom door, you can make a good guess.
Asmodeus released Cerberus from the basement after charming him, and when he realized the dog was too enraptured to obey Lucifer, the pressure got to him and he fled. Now the two are on the war path to Majolish, because 'all this drama is stressing [them] out' and 'this is how [they] cope, okay?'
Lucifer is grappling with Belphie and Satan, who, upon hearing that Belphie intended to rebel against Lucifer, joined his cause. He keeps trying to bang their heads together; you can see it happening in front of the fireplace down the hall. But Satan's tail keeps slashing at him like some sort of prehensile melee weapon and it's clearly at least somewhat effective.
Looking up, you see what appears to be a pair of dragons grappling in the sky, and all around you are the sounds of screams and sirens. The earth rumbles around you, and even the stars seemed to be falling from the sky.
"I can't believe you did it!"
You turn around in surprise as the door opens. Solomon stands there, beaming at you like a proud father. "You really did it! You broke the sixth seal!"
"Sorry, what?"
"'And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo, there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood!'"
"Sorry, what?"
The roof begins to cave in, so you step out of the way, and Solomon laughs maniacally.
"It's still going! 'And the great kings of the land said to the mountains and rocks, "Fall on us, and hide us from the face of him that sitteth on the throne!"'" Another chunk of the ceiling crashes directly in front of us.
"Are you high?"
"Yes!"
"Share."
So we smoke a joint, staring up through the broken roof into the starless sky, watching demons and brawl, awaiting the breaking of the seventh seal: silence.
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alexi-01 · 1 day
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https://x.com/angrygavi/status/1773076798022045701?s=46
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fucking hell joao 😭
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fictionkinfessions · 2 days
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https://www.tumblr.com/fictionkinfessions/746039592347631616/i-saw-little-blind-bag-figures-of-class-1-b-and?source=share
op did you just call your headmate a headmutual
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wait wait wait, so you’ve got an SJ Eclipse playlist on Spotify and don’t even have Angeleyes by ABBA on it⁉️⁉️ 🤯 fake fan alert 🙄 🖐️ /jk I love you bean
Oh my god I am a fake fan. Alas this would fit on a vigilante playlist because it’s them singing about his angel eyes. Lol. Tonally it just doesn’t fit the sj eclipse playlist sadly </3 I love you too, random follower/ref
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goldenstrwbrry · 3 days
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i am sentient!sam's (save everyone au) BIGGEST HATER. nobody hates him like i do. i see him do his little shimmy shimmy and i feel slimy disgust like i just touched wet hot garbage. i hate his roblox cylinder ass face and i want to punt it off his featureless body like a football. that boy's nothing but trouble and i want to beat him up behind a denny's. #sentient!kinito protection squad (/silly)
HAHVAAHAHAG PLEASE
This is beautiful HAHAHAHAH
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xbellaxcarolinax · 9 months
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Okay but imagine sex pollen with Miguel fucking you on your back and then even when he cums he just keeps going and it’s spilling out and refractory period who and you’re overstimulated and he’s like no no you’re not allowed to tap out and he — and he —!!!!!
Sorry
MONA. You put me in a fucking MOOD LMFAO This is way longer than I intended. And its pure filth 🫣
Word Count: 2k+
NSFW below the cut.
Part 2
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Earth 703- A post-apocalyptic world in which New York was nothing more than a ferocious jungle.
You stared off into the distance, the familiar city skyline overrun by wild flora and thick green vines sneaking in through broken windows and cracked concrete. 
“What the fuck.” You whispered to yourself, eyes now trained on the massive dragonfly that whizzed by you. Miguel grunted, punching a large finger over the screen of his watch.
The mission was supposed to be simple: Catch the anomaly—send them back to their own universe—go home. That’s it. No detours, no distractions. In and out.
“Are we close?” You questioned, pressing up against Miguel’s side at the sight of another massive insect, “I wanna get the hell outta here.”
“We just missed him.” He sucked his teeth. His mask disappeared in a flash of digital pixels to reveal his scowling face, narrowed red eyes and brows furrowed in frustration.
You’ve been wandering around the city for forty-five minutes, trekking through the godforsaken jungle with no luck. The anomaly, a Prowler from some random universe (you couldn’t remember, you weren’t paying attention at the meeting), was clever, quickwitted, and inconspicuous. You’d wished Miguel had chosen Jess for this one, but he’d refused. He’d used the excuse of her pregnancy but really, she’d already complained to you beforehand that the humidity would do her hair no favors. 
“What now?” You questioned, plopping down at the base of a bulky tree trunk a few feet away. The trees were so massive that the branches seemed to kiss the sky, monstrous green leaves blocking out most of the morning sunlight.
“Keep lookin’,” he huffed, running his fingers through his hair, “we’re getting close.”
“Miguel,” you whined, your head thumping back against the trunk, “you said that forty-five minutes ago.”
“Get up,” he demanded, shooting out a web of electric red to swiftly pull you toward him. You yelped, crossing the distance within seconds, crashing into Miguel's sturdy body.
“I hate when you do that.” Your words were muffled by his broad chest, peeling your sweaty cheek away from the synthetic material of his suit. The tiniest smile ghosted over his lips. 
“I know.” 
… 
You’d left Miguel on his own for a few minutes. 
You’d gotten distracted, swinging up into one of the treetops to observe one of the colorful parrots squawking in the distance. It’d looked just like the ones back home, except this one was enormous, probably bigger than a medium-sized dog. 
“Fuck!” You’d heard Miguel yell from down below, spitting out curses in Spanish, choking on the words as coughs racked his body. He’d been waving his hands in front of his face to clear his vision to no avail. You watched as his body reacted immediately to whatever it was that ailed him, his body hunching over as if in pain.
“Miguel!” You dropped to your feet in front of him and attempted to reach for him, but he recoiled, fearing your touch. 
“Stay back!” he wheezed, crouching down and holding his head in his hands.
“What’s wrong?”
“It hurts,” he groaned, his eyes screwed shut as his body trembled, his fingers weaving through his thick hair strands to violently tug from the root.
“Stop,” you scolded, getting on your knees in front of him to pry his hands away, “tell me what’s wrong so that I can help you.” You shoved him down by the shoulders so that he was sitting with his knees out, bringing a hand to his face and yanking it up by his chin. His eyes, normally a mahogany shade glowed a disturbing red, his pupils dilated. 
“Ran into a plant,” he forced the words from his throat, his skin gleaming with sweat, “s-some flower, I don’t know, some kind of pollen.” He groaned again, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Shit, ok, ok, ok, we can fix this,” you panicked, placing the back of your hand against his forehead. He was burning, skin blistering hot. “Where does it hurt.”
Miguel remained silent, breathing harshly through his nostrils as beads of sweat began to trickle down his face. He looked down between his legs and you followed his line of vision. Oh. OH.
His bulge was tenting through his suit, fighting against the restraints of the digital fabric. The area glimmered brightly before his cock burst through the pixels, flopping out and twitching with need.
Miguel was big. 
His cock stood tall and proud, bobbing against his stomach, the tip leaking a thin bead of precum that ran down his length. 
You stared for a moment, transfixed on the angry red tip before you found your voice. “Miguel—”
“You need to go,” he spat viciously, his fangs protruding as if to scare you away, “if you don't I’ll—” He stopped himself, lips pressed into a tight line as his chest began to heave. You could hear his heart rate accelerate with every passing second.
“Let me help you,” you whispered, your hand hovering over his cock. He looked away from you, his skin flushed from his cheekbones to the tips of his ears. “Miguel, please, let me help you.”
“I don’t want to force—”
“You’re not forcing me,” you breathed, letting the pad of your finger tap against his tip, smearing his precum over the surface. Your cunt throbbed, squeezing tight with an overwhelming desire to be filled. “I want to.” You cooed, your tone causing his eyes to flutter. 
Miguel grunted, grabbing your hand and placing it over his throbbing cock.
“Then help me.” He hissed.
You needed a new suit. Immediately.
Miguel had torn into it, ripping the seams apart from the crotch, all the way up to your neck, revealing your chest and glistening pussy. You had no time to complain, mewling when he spread your thighs apart with his large hands, his eyes trained on the heat between your legs before diving in to eat from you.
You squealed, your hands flying to his head as he kissed and licked and spit over your cunt, his nose pressing against your clit. His tongue dipped into your hole a few times before licking one long stripe up to your bundle of nerves, swirling his tongue around it before sucking it into his mouth.
Okay—you’ve had your pussy eaten before, but goddamn never like this, never like it was a matter of life or death, as if your pussy alone was the answer to all things.
Miguel continued his ministrations, releasing a growl every few moments, licking to oblivion until you thought his jaw would lock. 
He made you see stars, groaning loudly as you gushed into his mouth. He savored your tangy taste as he lapped at your wet folds, making sure to lick up every drop he could find. 
His mouth and chin were soaked in your juices when he came back up, and it shot a fresh wave of arousal through your veins. His hand reached out to cup your face, his thumb smearing over the traces of his cum dotting across your cheek when you’d sucked him off earlier, catching some of it in your mouth before he'd pulled out, wanting to paint your face with it at the last moment. 
He dipped his thumb into your mouth, forcing you to clean it as he slid his cock over your messy pussy, smearing the underside in your juices. His body shook with need, his eyes glazed and lidded, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he whimpered something about you being so wet.
He pulled out his thumb from your mouth with a pop and watched how you panted underneath him, your exposed skin now covered in a sheen of sweat.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, positioning your legs over his shoulders before draping himself over you, folding you in half, “I’m sorry if I’m not gentle.”
Gentle? You were a big girl, you didn’t need him to be—
You cried out as soon as he pressed his fat head into your tiny hole, forcing your pussy to open up for him as he pushed in deeper without giving you much time to adjust.
“Fuck,” you sobbed, your hands scrambling to grip his arms as he began to thrust his hips, dragging his cock in and out of you at a bruising pace. 
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Miguel began to babble, grunting when your cunt squeezed the life from him, the slick noises of your drenched pussy egging him on. 
Maybe…gentle would have been nice knowing now how big he was, but you understood the circumstances of the situation. This was meant to be anything but gentle.
He had you coming again, your back arching and your bare chest pressing against his clothed one before he filled you with his own spend, pushing it as deep as he could into you. He pulled out harshly causing you to moan, watching his cum leak from your swollen pussy before slapping his length over your folds a few times and dipping back in.
He fucked you harder this time until your pussy throbbed and burned from the size of him, filling you up with so much of his cum, and delighting in the way it dripped out of you. 
“Again.” He grunted, pushing his cock into your convulsing walls, slamming in deep as he licked and sucked on your nipples, leaving red love marks over your skin. You sobbed from the pleasure, feeling his weight push you into the ground.
“I can’t!” You cried, pushing weakly against his shoulders.
“You can and you will.” Miguel commanded. He couldn’t stop, barely giving you a minute to catch your breath after making you both cum again before sinking into your searing heat, stretching you beyond your limits.
You were lightheaded and spent, losing count of the number of orgasms he’d given you. Miguel growled, pulling out his cock from your abused hole and shooting his load over your body. He pressed it into your skin, smearing it over your breasts and tender nipples, down your abdomen, and finally, over your burning pussy. 
He paused, his eyes tracing over your fucked out form before reaching down to pump himself with the leftover cum in his hand.
“I’m sorry, Hermosa,” he whispered, draping himself over you again, “I can’t stop, you feel too good. So fucking tight.” He slurped your nipple into his hot mouth, sucking the taste of him from your skin as he pushed his large cock into you. 
Your eyes fluttered and you cried out, your fingers digging into the earth, focusing on nothing but Miguel's rich voice:
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m—
It was nightfall by the time Miguel was satiated.
You felt weak, eyes heavy with sleep and body limp. Miguel sat against a tree and had you cradled in his arms, your body nestled comfortably between his legs. He rested his head over yours, inhaling the scent of sweat and dirt trapped in your hair. 
“See that flower?” He muttered, pointing straight ahead at a few giant white daisies clustering around a tree. They were massive, like everything else in that universe, the stems taller than Miguel when he was standing at his full height. You nodded sleepily, ignoring the ache in your still exposed cunt. “Don’t go near it.”
“Got it.” You absentmindedly played with the frayed pieces of your suit, letting Miguel shield your exposed skin from the elements.
You probably should’ve left already, should’ve gone back to HQ for a much-needed shower and rest, probably schedule another meeting, but Miguel wouldn’t budge, his grip on you tightening whenever you so much as shifted against him.
“Quèdate quieta.” He grunted.
“Miguel,” you protested, “we have to go home. The anomaly—”
“I know, hermosa,” he murmured softly, “I know.” You never seen him this soft before, nor speak in such a gentle way, not with anyone and least of all, not with you.
You both sat there in silence, processing what happened while listening to the sounds of the jungle, the birds chirping in the distance, the leaves rustling in the gentle wind. You sighed, playing with his interlocked fingers over your stomach. It was strangely intimate (despite everything else that happened), having him coddle you. 
“Miguel?”
“Mm?” 
“You better get me a suit like yours.” 
“What’s wrong with the fabric ones from HQ?”
“It’s a waste if you’re just gonna rip it off again.” You heard him snort out a breath, just the tiniest thing that implied he understood your meaning. You were hoping this wouldn’t be the first nor last time you’d be under him. “We got a deal?” 
Miguel chuckled, his hand leaving the safety of your abdomen to venture down into your sopping-wet folds. You bit your lip, spreading your tired thighs, whimpering as his thick fingers swirled inside.
“Deal, Hermosa.”
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Quèdate quieta- Keep still
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officialclangen · 2 days
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i don’t know if i’m just randomly very lucky, but i’ve never had a leader die like naturally. they always end up either retiring, or i kill them manually. like my leaders get to 119 moons and they still have like 8 lives.
I think you might be mistaken, as leaders - like medicine cats and mediators - cannot retire on their own! This can only happen if the player manually retires them <3
☆ Fable ☆
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urxdadd · 11 months
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attleboy · 25 days
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Can you give some tutorials on how to/how you draw Pomni? I struggle with drawing her hat. XD
oh yeah of COURSE!!! :D i've waiting for this moment... literally! i've most of this sitting around for like, a month but, idk, i worried it'd be like, egotistical(????) to post a pomni tutorial unprompted..? but now i have been prompted so the floodgates shall open!!! >:D pomni be upon thee
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(here's goose's pomni expression sheet in case you haven't seen it yet)
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and if you're interested in how i draw her with sharp teeth, i've already made a tutorial on that!! check it out here :D
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tzitzimitl-eztli · 6 months
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I was inspired by these two ideas to do this, thanks hdoshdje and metzonall1
the lost child :breakfast
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kelppsstuff · 30 days
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this sounds weird but could you do how adam,angel,vox etc would react if reader had a miscarriage
What could of been.
Hazbin Hotel head-cannons about miscarriage
Masterlist
Warnings: miscarriage TW
Taglist: @fandomsbookclub @adamsfavoritesinner @leathesimp @sashaphantomhive @ladyninggs @strangerthings36 @carylinflors
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Lucifer
He would be so so heart broken.
He would find you on the floor crying with blood surrounding you and panic.
He would immediately transport you to the hospital.
You two have been trying for awhile. You were a sinner so it was obviously going to be hard.
You were told early on in the pregnancy that there may be complications. That couldn’t have prepared you for this though.
Lucifer held your hand throughout the whole thing and when the doctor came in, the look on his face broke the two of you.
You stayed in the hospital for about two weeks before you were sent home.
Lucifer carried you bridal style through the doors, and just passing the nursing room broke you more.
You knew Lucifer was hurting just as much. He was the only one who could truly share your pain.
You hug him as he cries, just as he hugs you.
For months you two would cry each other to sleep. And if you went to bed before him he would often walk outside on the balcony and stare up at heaven.
“You are Cruel!” “I thought god was supposed to be merciful!” “Why couldn’t you let me have this why?! Does my father hate me this much!”
He would yell to the heavens, yell to his father — god. You would often find him out there crying, begging someone to bring back his child. Begging someone to give him your pain.
You two were shattered. You would pick each other up, but the mirror was still cracked.
You never loved Lucifer more as he would comfort you. And him the same to you.
Alastor
I like to think this was when you two were alive.
You had became pregnant when you were alive with Alastor’s child.
The doctors wasn’t great during the Great Depression. They couldn’t help you when you felt the pain in your stomach.
The pain in your stomach was nothing compared to the pain in your heart.
You would beg the doctors. You would beg ever god known to man.
You’d often cried yourself to sleep in Alastor’s arms. While you cried going to bed, waking up Alastor would cry knowing the day before wasn’t just a nightmare.
You would wake and find him breaking. You hug him and tell him your sorry, while he would kiss you and tell you that it wasn’t your fault going to sleep.
You once heard Alastor over the radio voice break over news. It had been some family that had gotten in a car crash and the kid didn’t make it out. He was talking about how cruel this world was.
You quickly went to his broad casting station. You didn’t care he was on air, you hurried to hug him.
I’m that moment Alastor knew he had to marry you. That you two would be together forever. No matter what god threw y’all’s way.
Angel
That had been his last straw. He broke, yelling how this wasn’t fair. Not to you or him.
You’d cry for days and days. The whole hotel breaking for you two.
He wished he had the power to bring y’all’s kid back. He wished he had the power to make your eyes shine as they once did.
Surprisingly Valentino let him off work for awhile. Angel didn’t know you yelled screamed and cried to his boss. The princess of hell backing you up as well.
Angel would try and convince everyone he was fine, but he wasn’t.
You found him crying in the mirror and when he wasn’t answering you called out to him once more, “Anthony?”
He turned to you. Eyes full of despair, “I’m sorry baby, so sorry.”
Angel would also stay up with you as you cried to him, you’d often ask why this happen, and his only answer would be, “I don’t know, sugar.”
Adam
Adam didn’t believe it at first. He couldn’t.
He was so so excited for this baby. He was never really a good father. I mean one son killed another.
He was scared, but he knew this time he would be there. He would be a good dad.
This time he was ready for a kid. He wanted a kid. He was so happy when you showed him that pregnancy stick. He would often talk to your belly as well. He grew so close to it.
That was the first time you actually saw Adam cry in anguish. He tried to hold it together. He really did. But when y’all finally got home and he saw the “I love my daddy shirt.” He broke down.
He threw all the stuff around. Only calming down when you ran your fingers in his hair and whispering sweet nothings in his ear.
“I thought heaven was supposed to only be good?”
He would often check on you. Always making sure you were okay. He went into overdrive with his protectiveness with you.
When you’d cry he hug you and listen to your pleas. Wishing he could grant them.
Adam thought this was heaven, but it felt like hell. What was worse was he had to watch you go through the same pain he did.
He begged Sera for help. Begged every arch angel, every higher being. Only to he met with “I’m sorry Adam.”
He didn’t need sorries, he need his family to be alright. He need his wife to be 100% happy again. He need you to be okay.
When Adam finally accepted it, he would try his damn hardest to bring the light back in your eyes. But it was hard. Just because he accepted it, didn’t make it hurt less, if not more.
He didn’t know which was worse, the bliss of denial, or the bitterness of the truth.
Husk
Husk would immediately comfort you.
He’d also drown his sorrows in a bottle. He never drank to much however. He always was there for you, like you were there for him.
He went to Alastor, and begged, like on his knees begged him to bring his baby back.
Alastor felt sorry. He did. But that didn’t mean he could grant his wish.
Husk would cry at night. He’d often would try and cry alone, but you made it your mission to remind him that you loved him and was still there.
While physical touch was often your main sense of love, acts of services became the main one after.
You two would always try and help and do things for the other.
Husk would always rest his hands on your stomach, at night he’d rub it, reminiscent of the excitement he once had.
Vox
He would be in denial. For the first hour he’s just shake his head.
But when the hour had struck, so did the truth.
He throws anything he could find. He would also apologize just as quickly for reacting like that.
Vox would always never be far from you after that. Always with you.
When Vox would work he’d often play the babies heart beat he had on recording.
I have a head-cannon that he can’t physically cry. Cause yk tv and water?
So he just bang his hand on the table and cuss. He looked down and his feet through his fingers and would think.
How can he help you?
That would always be his first priority. You.
Why? Why me? Why you? This wasn’t fair. You two didn’t deserve this. His baby was innocent.
Those would be his main thoughts.
He would always text you, becoming more clingy after the whole ordeal. And you would welcome it. You loved the way he would check up.
He’s text every hour; check up.
You would sing him baby songs to sleep and he would play the heartbeat for you.
Ahhhh this was so sad! I feel so bad for all of them. Anyways I hope this seems kind of accurate 💛
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