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dotchi18 · 5 months
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Hi! I like your writing :) I dunno if you're still doing the flower prompts, but could I request H (hyraendga) with the demon of your choice? If not, then have a nice day :))
Hey there!
Thank you so much for the compliment, sure you can request that!
It was a bit tricky picking a demon and a situation, so I kind of took an embarrassingly long time, but I Hope you like this! :D
H - Hydrangea (heartfeltness, gratitude): “I thank every divine being that exists for having guided me to you.”
Yandere!Asmodeus x Reader
(Anyone who says regular Asmodeus is plenty Yandere is absolutely correct, but since the Flower prompts are Yandere, I might as well tag him with it <3 )
Also, I usually put the prompts at the very start of the Yandere with the first meeting, so I thought it would be nice to put it a little further in! <3
Warnings: Mentions of Reader Death, Manipulative and Delusional Behavior, Reader being Called 'Darling' and 'Hon'
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When your senses came back to you, your entire body pulsed in utter and complete agony.
Where were you?
Honestly the effort it was taking you to open your eyes led you to give up on that pretty quickly, you can get back to it later.
What was the last thing you remembered?
You remembered exiting a store with your friends and walking along the sidewalk, but what happened after...
You weren't too sure.
It was then, laying where you were, you heard humming.
Cheery and in tune, it was a sound from a voice you remembered.
Your friend.
It was your friend Asmo.
With an effort that felt like you put a crowbar under them, you finally forced open your eyes.
The first thing you saw was pink-red sheets you laid upon, the smoothness really blossoming on your skin now that things were coming back to you as your eyes casted up.
And there he was, sitting on a chair with a pink seat and a barred back in the shape of a heart, clad in a fluffy robe you recognized.
You had joked in that robe he looked like someone who was 'mourning the 'mysterious' disappearance of their rich husband'.
It was fluffy around the edges, almost angelic in vision as the rest of it hugged his slender body as he was slowly peeling away his face mask to smooth skin, admiring his beautiful face with his champagne-colored eyes until his eyes turned and met with yours.
His whole countenance brightened and he pushed away from the table, turning his body to you as he beamed.
" Oh my Darling, How wonderful you're awake!"
He strode over almost toe to toe causing a swing to his hips, his eyes sparkling as he pressed a well-manicured hand into the blankets before you.
" How are you feeling Hon? After what had happened, you're going to need some rest."
What was he talking about?
" What happened?" You finally managed after some pause, your throat feeling achy, " Where is everyone else?"
" Oh Darling, don't worry about anything else anymore." Asmo ran his other hand over your hair, combing his fingers through it in a soothing gesture that made your eyes feel heavy again, but you fought off the comforting gesture for some answers.
" No, Asmo... what happened?"
He sighed indulgently as if you had asked him thing, reclining right beside you as his eyes stared into yours with a small smile on his face.
" You died, Hon."
The words were like receiving a cold splash of water to your face, your body jolting as you sat up, pain blistering through you as you gasped, Asmo's eyes wide as he sat up with you, his arms wrapping around you as you shook. " Shh Shh... Darling, it will take you some time for your body to adjust to what happened-"
" I died?"
Your head pounded as you tried to think about what had happened just earlier.
You had been walking with your friends... You all had just went browsing in a store, Asmo was there as well, you remembered that.
You remembered walking down the sidewalk, talking and laughing with your friends.
And then you remember looking beside yourself to Asmo.
He was holding a drink in his hand, something that he had offered a sip to you earlier, the taste on your tongue as he smiled to you, a smooth, knowing smile.
Then you felt his hand, so manicured and delicate looking, go to your shoulder, and with a force your mortal brain couldn't comprehend he shoved you.
You remembered stumbling over the curb in surprise, and then... everything went black.
Your body felt like ice, and you were unsure if it was because you were dead or if the blood you had simply just went cold from the realization.
" You?"
" Aw Hon, don't look at me like that~" Asmodeus huffed as he sat up, the look of betrayal on your face making him pout, " It was the only way for me to preserve you as you are.
Waiting any longer and who knows what might have happened to you, you know?"
His tone was almost scolding, as if you were a doll that someone could handle improperly and bring you back in a worse state than the perfection you already were to him.
" What in the hell is going on?" You were too stunned to do much at the moment.
Why were you here?
Where was here anyways?
You were definitely angry, but what could you even do with all of that when you were dead?
" Hell is a rather correct term my lovely!" Asmo giggled as he stood, his attention still fully on you, " You see, this is probably hard to believe, but I am a very important person in this place, and I just had to pull a few strings to get you right here, where you belong!"
You could only stare at him in shock as Asmo laughed and went back to the make-up table, cleaning up what he had worked on, glancing in the mirror for a moment before grabbing at a few more things, gathering it as he snapped his fingers and you felt your upper body being lifted from the bed as if a doll being picked up by an invisible hand, your body too sore and disused to do more than hang limply as you tried to shake your head.
" Why? "
" Why? Well why not?" Asmo flounced back with a smile, placing a few silk pillows underneath you to eventually prop your head up as he unscrewed the caps to the make-up he had brought over and laid by himself on the bed, gently gripping you by the jaw, where his warm and soft hands made contact filling you with the feeling of pins and needles as he rubbed against your flesh, trying to massage feeling back into it, but putting more effort into the make-up he brought.
" I do love you so much after all! Now, I know you're upset, but you'll get over it."
Your mind was a mess. How does one even comprehend the horrible mess one was in?
It was hard enough to truly believe in a life after death, but to know that you were in Hell, and a friend of yours specifically sent you there for themselves, it was too much.
The make-up felt like he was painting a shell upon your face, more than likely because you barely had any feeling in your face, so this new stuff felt unnatural as Asmo happily pampered your limp body.
He wouldn't let you speak when you tried to voice your frustrations, sealing your mouth shut.
" You can vent your frustrations at me when you feel better tomorrow.
For today we're just going to get you all dolled up in a way I know you'll look good in, and we're going to rest together!
Then, we'll see if you're fit to walk tomorrow!"
Tears of frustration burned in your eyes, but Asmo merely smiled his poisonously sweet smile, cupping your face with both his hands this time, mostly settled in your hair and under your jaw to not ruin the make-up, his champagne-colored eyes settled on yours.
" I thank every divine being that exists for having guided me to you.
I'm going to make sure that after everything blows over, we're going to have the best time together!"
A tear started to streak from your eye, and Asmo wiggled a bit before leaning close and licking the tear from your cheek.
" I promise!"
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icycoldninja · 2 months
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Genesis incorrect quotes
Genesis : Hey, thanks for checking in, I’m ✨still a piece of garbage✨
Genesis : Oh and for your information, I don't have an ego.
Genesis : My facebook photo is a landscape.
Genesis : Pros and cons of dating me. Genesis : Pros. You'll be the cute one. Genesis : Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-
Genesis : If you can’t beat them, dress better than them.
Genesis : 'Person of interest' is almost too flattering. Genesis : Like, if the police were to pound on my door and go, 'A man has been murdered in your building and you are a person of interest,' I'd be like, 'Moi? Oh, do go on.'
Genesis : Okay okay stop asking me if I'm straight, gay, bi, whatever. I identify as a FUCKING THREAT.
Genesis : BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!
Genesis : Dear friends, your Christmas gift this year… is me. That’s right, another year of friendship. Your membership has been renewed.
Genesis : You wanna see how hardcore I am?
Genesis : punches wall
Genesis :
Genesis : Take me to the hospital.
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inky-duchess · 8 months
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Do you have a favourite historical figure (from any period)?
Gaius Octavius Caesar, Emperor Augustus. I'm mean there has never been a more pathetic, brilliant and relatable man.
Reasons why:
He attends the major naval battle of Actium where his whole future and that of Rome hangs in the balance... And lays down on the deck of his ship staring up at the sky.
Kills the rich by the masses when he runs out of money.
On his death bed, literally asked for applause.
Adopted his own wife after his death so she could be made "Augusta" which is the highest title a woman could have.
When his commander in Germany lost his legions in the Teutoburg incident, he banged his head off the wall screaming, "Quintilius Varus, give me back my legions!"
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tafuturepsy · 2 years
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Ok but that's hilarious, because Khonshu puts so much energy into making clear how he feels towards the different personnalities, like :
Khonshu with Steven :
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*dark, mysterious, threatening, intense "I'm gonna kill you and make you regret existing" energy*
VS
Khonshu with Marc :
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*chill, open, discuss the plan together, somehow a "Marc pass over the joint" feeling*
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touchbased · 2 years
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CLOSED  STARTER  FOR  @lastrain​ !
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“  i  asked  you  to  be  there  for  me  and  you  didn’t  show  up .  so  yeah ,  i’m  pretty  upset .  ”
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justshipsandstuff · 8 days
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Post canon spoilers!
Lately I’ve really enjoyed drawing Mithrun just living life and interacting with other people
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etrevil · 22 days
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Expressive Dazai, stressed Dazai, you will forever be loved 😌🙏
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amid-fandoms · 6 days
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pov your boyfriend got unfairly punished 20+ years ago
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hyperfixation-s · 1 year
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"i have to eat him" you literally dont
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c-hrona · 1 year
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Fear
Super self-indulgent little comic about fears and reassurances.
Lil bonus :3
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twilightcitysky · 9 months
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Hypothesis: Aziraphale HATES that Crowley is living in his car.
Supporting evidence:
The very first thing we see him do in the present is stop Maggie from moving out and making sure she feels welcome to stay as long as she likes.
He clearly knows Crowley’s unhappy before anything happens in the plot: “Does it calm you down?”. And also clearly feels helpless about it. Enter the conspicuous Eccles cakes: Aziraphale’s offer, which is rejected.
Crowley’s obviously, for all his hedging, spending a lot of time at the bookshop— so much that he has his own glasses perch and feels immediately comfortable removing them. See also: “Technically my bookshop but we both get plenty of use out of it”, “Why don’t you wait inside? You like waiting inside”.
It’s Crowley who immediately shoves the box of plants into Aziraphale’s arms after Aziraphale returns from Scotland.
Speaking of Scotland, why wouldn’t Aziraphale take the train? Why insist on driving the Bentley? Is it perhaps because he wants to get Crowley and his plants into the shop, and thinks if he creates a situation where Crowley has to stay there, maybe he won’t immediately leave again?
He’s got an empty bedroom and an apparently pathological need to make the person staying there very comfortable, creating cute little customized souvenirs like he’s an Air B&B host (displacement!).
He immediately jumps to having Gabriel stay with him— he didn’t have to. Arguably, both Gabriel and Aziraphale would be safer if Gabe stayed elsewhere.
That’s what I’ve got for now but I’m sure there’s more. Throughout the show, watch what Aziraphale gives to others and does for others, and it’ll tell you what he wants to do for Crowley. He’s living so deeply in displacement in makes him come across as manic and brittle.
(What probably happened is Aziraphale offered the spare bedroom and Crowley, who unconsciously didn’t want to be his roommate or sleep in a single bed with Aziraphale right downstairs because how could the poor lovesick boy cope with that, told him he wasn’t a “good deed” for Aziraphale to do and stormed off.)
Conclusion: Aziraphale asked Crowley to stay at his place, immediately and probably repeatedly. They had a row about it, and Crowley refused, and to this day Aziraphale doesn’t understand why.
And it hurts him.
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abisalli · 7 months
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okay this is how I actually think their relationship could be like in Hades II (they're getting along)
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xxcherrycherixx · 6 months
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cupid's gals meet
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hungharrington · 28 days
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Yes. Yes. I saw this 🌽 video where he was like, he was on top, his arm was under her and cupping her opposite shoulder, entireeeely wrapped around her. That’s so Steve
YOU GET THE VISION! like my boy wants to be as intertwined with as he can GET
if you have your legs up around his waist and let them drop down to rest on the bed, he’ll start nuzzling up your neck, slowing his thrusts, and just shift one hand down to hook it under your knee so he can draggg it back up over his hip. and he’ll wait til you get the idea and bring the other leg up, your ankles crossing over his tailbone before he murmurs, “that’s it,” kisses your neck and grinds his hips a bit, “that’s better, isn’t it baby?” and then starts fucking you harder so you have no choice but to agree <3
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hearts4dorlene · 1 month
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*after a Quidditch game*
James: We won!! Wasn't I fabulous darling??
Regulus: You were okay, can't criticise much
Remus: Wrong answer
Regulus: Huh?
James *sobbing his little heart out*: YOU DONT THINK IM FABULOUS????
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orangechickenpillow · 7 months
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The experience of playing bg3 is saying something thats perfectly normal and socially acceptable and then having Astarion immediately go
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