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smoshmonker · 9 months

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Heaven Doesn't Come Close

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Eddie was trying so hard to enjoy it. He had been dead for about two full months now - the first of which had included running around trying desperately to move on to heaven, and this last month, he had been here. He’d gotten what he wanted, but something was missing. Despite being surrounded by nice people, the kind of people he knew would hate him if they got to know him, Eddie couldn’t make friends. He’d never had too much trouble with that before, unless he counted middle school, which he didn’t. He didn’t have any family up here, which left him alone. Perhaps, instead of thinking about new friends, his mind was just elsewhere, thinking about a certain person with dark curly hair and unkempt stubble, wondering why he ever wanted to leave.

Heaven was awesome.

It was everything most people often thought of when it was brought up. Green pastures dotted with colorful flowers, glimmering lakes, white fluffy clouds, laughter carried on a warm breeze, families reunited. It was paradise.

Despite being surrounded by nice people, the kind of people he knew would hate him if they got to know him, Eddie couldn’t make friends. He’d never had too much trouble with that before, unless he counted middle school, which he didn’t. He didn’t have any family up here, which left him alone. Perhaps, instead of thinking about new friends, his mind was just elsewhere, thinking about a certain person with dark curly hair and unkempt stubble, wondering why he ever wanted to leave.

Today, he walked along the grass, walking to the spot he always occupied whenever he could - right beside a shimmering blue-green lake. Sometimes children played in it, splashing each other without restraint, giggling and joking. There was a shocking amount of children in heaven, Eddie noticed. He didn’t like the way that realization made him feel.

Sitting beside the water, he tucked his legs underneath him and closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. The air was fresh with a hint of rain, despite the fact that it didn’t rain here. The trees, spread nicely around the field, rustled with the warm breeze, sunlight peeking through the leaves. Laughter and jokes surrounded him, but none too loud that he couldn’t think.

“Hey!”

He jumped, opening his eyes. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw a young girl with a tube in her nose. Her hands were clasped behind her back, an innocent and bright smile on her face. She couldn’t be more than ten - but he’d learned that age could be deceiving here. Some of the children had been here for decades.

Furrowing his brows, he glanced over his shoulder for a moment, expecting that she was talking to someone else. He was the only one here. Hesitantly, he looked back at her. “...Hi. Are you lost?”

“No.” The girl giggled, stepping closer to peer down at her reflection in the lake. Eddie peered over too, almost positive he could see some sort of glimmering silhouette around her. He blinked, hard. He must have been imagining it. “You are Edward Clayton, right?”

A breathy, disbelieving chuckle escaped his lips. “Just Eddie.”

“Eddie. That’s a nice name.” Turning to face him, her sweet smile filled him with a sort of warmth. “My name is Esther. We both start with E.”

“Yeah. Good job.” He tried not to make it sound too sarcastic. “How’d you know my name?”

Taking that as an invitation, the girl sat down beside him. “I’m Jessica Matthews’ guardian angel.”

His heart dropped into his stomach. “What? Really?”

“Yes, really. I know you felt unsure, but she really did love you.”

A part of him felt a little insulted. How could this kid - angel , whatever - know that he had always been insecure about that? He even tried to hide it from himself. He forced air into his lungs, not bothering to hide his disdain.

“Well, it doesn’t matter. I’m dead, and she’ll move on someday.”

“Perhaps.” Undeterred, Esther continued. “I’m sorry. I know you have been having a tough time adjusting to being here.”

Eddie frowned. “What? Psh. No. It’s great here. Everybody loves it here. Why wouldn’t I love it here? I spent a whole month trying to get here, of course I love it.”

He was met with a disbelieving look. “You don’t have to lie to me. I know you’re lonely.”

“Okay, look, are you just here to make fun of me? Because if you are, I’m gonna go somewhere else. I’m not about to take penultimate abuse from a toddler.” He moved to get up, but a small hand came up to grab his wrist. He looked down. Her innocent eyes made his chest fill with regret. He squeezed his eyes shut as she spoke.

“That was not my intention. I wanted to offer you something; something you were destined for.”

Screw it. He huffed, plopping back down on the ground. “...What?”

Esther slowly let go of his wrist, lifting her arm so that her hand hovered just above the water. It rippled over and over for a few seconds, and when it cleared, Eddie realized with a jolt that he was looking down into his old apartment. On the couch sat Charlie, his face screwed up in concentration, drawing something on his tablet.

Emotions consumed him all at once, his breath leaving his body in a whoosh. He couldn’t take his eyes off of him, even as Esther began speaking again.

“This is Charlie Ross, right now, at this very moment. He is your friend, right?”

His mouth moved before he could think. “My best friend.”

“He was the one who helped you move on?”

Eddie nodded, his mouth suddenly feeling very dry. He wondered if he dove headfirst into the lake, would he land beside Charlie again, the place where he truly belonged?

Before he could make a move, Charlie glanced up, looking toward the door of the apartment, and the lake rippled. Charlie disappeared. Eddie’s breath caught in his throat again and he hopped to his feet, unsure of what to do with himself. “H-Hey. Hey! Bring him back. Bring him back!” His voice steadily got louder until he caught the look on her face. He took a shaky breath. The next word was barely a whisper. “Please.”

Esther rose to her feet, gently taking both of Eddie’s hands into her own. He let her. “Have you ever wondered why he was the only one who could see you?” His heart still racing, he nodded. “Your souls are intertwined, Eddie. Some way or another, you were always destined to meet. You were destined to be together.”

The implications of the words nearly made his knees give out. “So, what, I’ve been gay this whole time?” He meant it as somewhat of a joke, but his tone was quiet and unsure. It didn’t feel like it, but he did like getting to make Charlie laugh the way he used to make Jessica laugh…

She smiled patiently. “It’s entirely up to you the way that you interpret it. You love Jessica. You also love Charlie. How you label, or do not label, that love is up to you.”

Suddenly he didn’t feel so good. Jessica’s guardian angel was even scarier than she was, and that was saying something. “What…what the hell am I supposed to do with that?” he breathed, some of the anger returning as he pulled his hands away from her to run them through his hair. “Why would you tell me this now? None of it matters! I’ll never see him again!”

“Of course it matters. It always matters,” Esther said gently. “I said you are destined to be together in some way or another. Considering your situation, then, it only makes sense that you will become Charlie’s guardian angel. You may visit him whenever you like, as long as you fulfill your duties.”

Eddie paused. The mere possibility of that sentence was enough to make his legs give out. He fell to his knees, slowly looking up at her. “I can do that?”

“Yes. And I can make it official. Just say the word.”

His brain cleared of fog. He breathed. He could see Charlie again, hear his laugh, smell the shitty cologne from his shirt. “Please…I’ll do anything.”

The grass crunched beneath her feet as she stepped closer, gently placing her hand over his head. “Lay down and close your eyes. Breathe, Eddie.”

Wordlessly, he did as he was told. He waited. Suddenly, the grass tickling his arms disappeared. The quiet laughter was replaced with muted voices. Slowly, he opened his eyes.

He was laying on his old couch. Sitting in front of him were Charlie and Sam - on the tablet was a comic drawn about his funeral. Nearly vibrating with excitement, Eddie propped himself up onto his elbow, blowing on Charlie’s ear. By the time he turned around, and they locked eyes, everything felt right again.

“Jesus Christ!”

“Hey, buddy!”

Charlie smiled, a look of fond disbelief on his face. “Eddie, what are you doing here?!”

Eddie grinned back.

This was his paradise. Heaven didn’t even come close.

#smosh #ghostmates #ian hecox #anthony padilla #eddie clayton #charlie ross #7 years late to the party and no one wants this but here we gooooo #wanting a ghostmates sequel right now #agoldengalaxy #my post

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taschamonnii · 2 years

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Imagine This - I’m On Fire

You x Charlie (Charlie Ross - The Little Drummer Girl)

Hurt/Comfort/Smut

Summary: I don't know just think Charlie deserves a happy ending and every time I hear this song I think of her.

TW: 18+, Smut

Here is the title song: I’m On Fire by Gus Dapperton

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AN: I finally watched all of “the little drummer girl”, and I have no words Florence plays some incredible characters and the show's plot is insanity but her character is everything. Florence has the most astonishing range of emotions I just wanted to give her a happy ending.

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Imagine This:

Charlie didn’t share her past with anyone. She was an actress from London that is all anyone knew or rather that was the only information anyone was supposed to know. You knew more though. You knew everything. You knew she got caught up in a crazy plot. You knew she had been in war camps and was responsible for the death of a few people, so her role in a grand scheme scared her for life. You know about her friend Gadi, how she once loved him, and how he helped her escape to America to live a new life away from all that. You knew all of this because you spent years gaining her trust. Once actresses together to friends to so much more.

Charlie is your everything.

You softly listen to music as you read over lines on the couch. Your hand mindlessly strokes blonde hair. Charlie had dozed off half an hour ago, she hadn’t slept much the night before and you were happy that you had managed to ease her into a nap. She had been overly stressed by a recent project and you were worried. She was having nightmares about her past again and it had been years since she had the nightmares.

You stopped reading as you felt her start to move against your lap. Mumbles are starting to escape her lips and you know she is starting to have a nightmare. You move your body which she is half strewn across trying to wake her. She doesn’t wake and so you softly say her name and squeeze her in your arms.

“Charlie hon, wake up. You are having a nightmare. Charlie.”

Her eyes blinked a few times as she awoke. She squeezed you tightly.

“Y/n” she cried and breathed deeply.

“Sh, you are okay, I’m here, I’ve got you.”

She held onto you as her voice cracked with another sob while she tried to catch her breath. After she caught her breath she moved to be fully in your lap. You knew she needed to be close anchored to this time, this place, to you.

“Y/n I’m so sorry. I-I-”

“Shhh. No. No, you are okay.”

“No, I’m sorry I need to tell you something. I got a postcard in the post, from Gadi. The nightmares are because of him. He got recruited again and I’m worried for him.”

“Oh, hon I’m sorry. Why didn’t you tell me?”

She looked down as a tear streaked down her face.

“Charlie, look at me,” you waited for her gaze to reach yours.

“Charlie, I know you loved him you still love him in many ways, you are allowed to care for him.”

“I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

“What can I do to help you, Charlie?”

“Hold me. Just hold me.”

You held her tightly in your arms and ran your fingers over her soft skin and into her hair. You wished there was something you could do. You know all about the complicated relationship and how it didn’t work out because of fiction mixing with reality. That is why you are always transparent with Charlie and why she trusts you. There is no fiction with you just the truth.

You held her for what could have been hours or only a few minutes. Time didn’t matter you’d hold her for all time if you could. She sighed and sat up. “Why are you so good to me?”

Her face was tear-stained and your heart shattered at the way she looked at you. Her green seemed to sparkle when they were filled with tears. You softly swiped your thumbs over her cheeks making her eyes close. Her body relaxed into your touch. She grabbed your hands as you went to pull away and kissed your palms.

You moved your hands back to her face and moved slowly to capture her lips in a soft kiss. A kiss you hoped would answer her question. A kiss full of love and caring. A kiss you reserved for times like this when she needed reassurance. She kissed back with more of a need. Her lips so soft and plump moved against yours demanding more. She pushed your shoulders making you sit back against the couch and her body followed to straddle you. Her mouth opened as she captured your bottom lip with the help of her tongue. Your hands moved to her outer thighs to steady her on top of you. You knew seeking pleasure was a normal go-to when dealing with strong emotions. Charlie once told you she thought pleasure was the antidote to life before realizing love was the antidote. You were more than happy to provide her with the antidote right now. You matched her passionate kisses and pulled her in closer.

She moaned into the kiss as you firmly grabbed her ass and pulled her into you. You knew exactly what she needed. She moved her hands to tangle into your hair and she tugged your head back so she could trail kisses down your throat. You shivered as her teeth scraped along your neck. She lightly bit and sucked and licked your neck. She needed you to know she loved you and that she chose you. You allowed her to show you melting into the feelings. Your hands moved her hips helping her grind on your lap. She groped your breasts roughly and you knew she needed you so you quickly took more control.

You moved your hands from her ass to the front of her loose shorts, easily slipping inside the front. You smirked at the discovery that she wasn’t wearing anything else. You licked your lips before whispering “tell me what you need.”

Her green eyes were setting your entire body ablaze. She had a knack for using her facial expressions and eyes to communicate without words, that is one of the main things that made her such a talented actor. Those eyes were not enough, not when she had just been crying you needed words. “Use your words baby. I need to hear what you need.”

“I need you to make love to me. I need you to make me feel whole again. Please.”

You took your free hand up to her cheek and brushed your thumb across it. “I love you, Charlie.”

“I love you too.”

You pulled her in closer and kissed her as you slid your fingers through her slick heat. Her hips continued to grind against you as you gave her clit the attention it needed. She sucked in a breath of air as you did tight circles. You could tell that she was close already and picked up the pace until she was gripping your shoulders, nails scratching any skin she could get to, and hands almost tearing your shirt. Her thighs squeezed around you tight and you eased your pace letting her ride out the pleasure. She rested her forehead on yours for only a moment before you captured your lips once again. She kissed you with desperation. You knew she needed more and you wanted to give it to her. She broke the kiss and quickly removed her shirt tossing it aside then she hastily removed yours. She leaned into you fully kissing you roughly as your skin connected.

You grabbed her ass with your free hand and lifted her up slightly so you could get the best angle. You teased her entrance pressing in with only one finger. She lowered herself and you could feel her walls sucking you in. She rose once again and let out a breathy plea. “More I need more.”

You added a second finger and guided her down onto them. She threw her head back her mouth open with a moan of pleasure, giving you the most spectacular view of her jawline and collarbones. You can’t help but lean forward and pull her into you so you can run your tongue along her jaw and kiss and suck at her neck. She begins to grind on your fingers riding them with a fierce desire. You match her pace and curl your fingers. You press your palm against her clit making sure it gives her just the right amount of friction. Her moans are heavenly, raspy, and airy. She locks her arms around you and curls into you as close as she can. Her face buried in your neck hot air playing along your skin.

You could spend eternity doing this having her closer than close. You kissed every inch of skin you could find as her body began to tremble. “You are so beautiful, Charlie. Let it all go for me.”

Her hips moved more freely chasing the high. You moved skillfully inside her pressing her favorite spots over and over in a rhythm that was making her fall apart on top of you. She threw her head back again moaning your name as she held your shoulders. Her thighs squeeze you tight and trembling. Her movements became sporadic but you continued your rhythm inside her helping her fully ride out the orgasm. A light sheen of sweat had some of her hair sticking to her face. She was glowing breathtakingly.

You slowly slipped out of her, as her walls stopped pulsing around your fingers. She whined at the loss and fell forward into you resting her head on your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around her and breathed her in. She smelled like home, like a breath of fresh air. She slowly lifted her head. Her green eyes were intense as she found your gaze. “I love you, y/n.”

“I love you too, Charlie.”

“I’m sorry I-”

You interrupted her “No. Please don’t apologize you have nothing to be sorry about. Look I know you I know what you have been through. I know it’s all complicated and that you blame yourself for things that are not your fault. Gadi is a grown man a little older than you in fact. You are not responsible for him. You left because it was the right thing for you and he obviously is still set in his ways. He lives in too many fictional stories that he has lost himself along the way. That is not on you. I understand you still care for him and you always will that is just who you are.”

She looked down as you spoke. Her heart was being torn she didn’t feel like she deserved you. You lightly lifted her chin “Listen to me I love who you are Charlie. All of you.”

A single tear tracked down her face her bottom lip trembled. You leaned in and kissed her cheeks “I am not going anywhere, we are in this together right?”

She nodded “together.”

You softly held her face and kissed her forehead cheeks and chin before capturing her lips softly.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed I love Florence beyond words and hope to write more for her in the future, it’s a bit hard for me since her characters are a wild and all-over-the-place mix but maybe a don’t worry darling fix or a Kate Bishop and Yelena fic. I don’t know I am still writing a series for Leigh Shaw that is basically the next Season of the show if I was in charge of it lol. I also have a sequel to my Zibby story. I’m also still working on one for Lizzies new show Love and Death. Plus I still really want to write a fic for Wanda and Natasha where it is basically We Bought a Zoo but GAY! Anyway, Thank you for reading! :)

#Florence Pugh #Charlie Ross #Little Drummer Girl #Female Reader X Charlie Ross #wlw #Smut #18+#Hurt/Comfort #I'm On Fire #Gus Dapperton #Flo #My gay heart #my fic

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emmaross85404 · 8 months

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Charlie Ross as Patrick Swayze

Devi Van Helsing as Elisabeth Shue

#charlie ross #charlie ross as patrick swayze #patrick swayze #devi van helsing #devi van helsing as elisabeth shue #elisabeth shue

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brysmaleidols · 4 months

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Post of the year

Ross Lynch in Troye Sivan's One of Your Girls mv

Troye Sivan

Charlie Besso

Hayes Grier

Lucas Dell

William Franklyn-Miller

Zackary Arthur

Florian Macek

Gavin Casalegno

#ross lynch #troye sivan #charlie besso #hayes grier #lucas dell #william franklyn miller #zackary arthur #florian macek #gavin casalegno #shirtless #poll

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27thfirefly · 2 months

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all the pigs are all lined up... as well as we could make them, anyway.

individual pigs under the cut

Trent and Attipork Ross

Piggy, Danny Swiner and Squealan Rubin

Charlie Snouter and Hogin Flank

Chris Vienna Sausage and Alessandro Porcini

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halonumber · 3 months

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Nine Inch Nails (& Alumni) - Wish (Live in Cleveland 9.24.22)

#nine inch nails #nin #trent reznor #atticus ross #richard patrick #charlie clouser #danny lohner #alessandro cortini #robin finck #ilan rubin #chris vrenna #christ there's a lot of members lmao #industrial #90s music #.gif

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wolfplayz172005 · 3 months

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An odd and unexpected trio but you gotta love the bit.

(Biased on Charlie's vid "Lethal Comp Funniest Mod")

<< Sketch Below and Time-lapse >>

I made this sketch once I finished the video, I didn't want to go too into detail that it took years to finish so I did it as quick as possible :)

#charlie slimecicle #slimecicle #slmccl #ort :]#failboat #dougdoug #Honestly when seeing Ross's video first I saw how funny it was #then seeing Charlie's and all of the football bit that wasn't in ross vid made my day...#especially the fact that every time charlie made the bit it was always these three #Thanks Dan for accidently starting a bit

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len-yx · 1 year

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Going from Jaiden’s VOD where she literally refers to Roier as her other half and draws them all in a family picture and squeals when her son draws her

To Charlie’s VOD where it’s just him and Mariana calling eachother hookers and threatening divorce and barely taking care of their daughter 😭😭😭

#qsmp #quackity smp #jaiden animations #qsmp jaiden #roier #qsmp roier #Bobby Ross #charlie slimecicle #qsmp slimecicle #el mariana #qsmp Mariana #Juanflippa

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ghoostrash · 4 months

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Dating your Ghost roommate is kinda weird sometimes

#my art #digital art #fan art #smosh #ghostmates #anthony padilla #ian hecox #Ianthony?#charlie ross #eddie clayton #chaddie?#again... idk their ship name #the second one is from the outside perspective of the apartment i guess #i hope it makes sense #Ghosmates was a queer movie am i right fellas?

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tillthelandslide · 2 months

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God being bi sexual and loving the 1975 is a hard feat am I right?

Like... Give me a break. I'm like ooo Ross and then ooo Polly and then ooo fucking hell Charli and then oof gabs and ooo Matty and wow George and ROSSSS and it's so hard

#the 1975 #ross macdonald #matty healy #adam hann #george daniel #polly money #charli xcx #gabbriette bechtel

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abiiors · 1 month

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ah yes my fav cunty couple of all time, ross and charli 😌

#ross macdonald #charli xcx

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omgcharlie91-blog · 3 months

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Ross Norton and his big attributes

#ross norton #rossilino #ginger guys #hot white guys #white guys #fit lads #hot young lads #lads #thick thighs #omgcharlie91-blog #charlie's nasty thoughts

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hooffuloftootsierolls · 1 month

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The “Michael and Lucifer are brothers” came other media having the two be twins. Especially the Netflix Lucifer tv show and the DC comics by Neil Gaiman that the tv show is based on.

Someone giving me an excuse to blabber on about my thoughts and ideas? That only happens in my daydreams! Also I just realized it's spelled Michael not Micheal oop-

I feel like everything can be traced back to Neil Gaiman in someway. Thank you Mr. Gaiman, for giving me more goofy but sad angels.

I haven't seen The TV show or the DC comics, but just the idea alone of these two being twins was enough to make me flesh out Michael's personality and the relationship between the two.

Just kidding : ) Michael wouldn't question Sera, he obeys orders with a morbidly unquestioning loyalty.

I imagine that Michael was the more responsible one, and would try to discourage Lucifer's ideas and dreams, but Lucifer tended to ignore him. Lucifer would cause some kind of havoc, and Michael would be the one to tell the angels. Luci 100% saw him as a buzzkill and a tattletale, and Michael knew his brother was a safety hazard with wings, but I think they still loved eachother.

Which is why it would both break them to have Michael be the one who battled Lucifer and forced him into Hell. Lucifer felt horribly betrayed, and Michael would have been trying to cope with the fact that he drove his own brother out.

I have many ideas for them, so little time to write :(

#It took me so long to make Michael look right in that last panel that it’s not even funny I was so frustrated-#HE STILL DOESN'T LOOK RIGHT BUT IT'S BETTER THAN BEFORE #ALSO ALSO!!#I think that Michael likes ducks just as much as Lucifer does!#One of the only things that can make him smile. he's got a face of stone #And I gave him an animal nose because Charlie got that from somewhere :3 also Luci is more goat-like while Michael is more sheep-like #I feel like I should mention neon-ross as well #because I've seen a bit of their Michael art and I believe they're on board with the twins headcanon as well #ok have to do homework :( maybe I'll talk more about good ol Tunahair later #hazbin hotel #lucifer hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer #lucifer hazbin #lucifer #archangel michael #michael #hazbin hotel michael #michael hazbin hotel #michael hazbin #hazbin michael #hazbin #hazbin hotel fandom #my art #hooffulofdoodles #ask #ramblingovertootsierolls #pssst- Michael has a duck named Lu and nobody asks because they know he's coping #tunahair my horrible son

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