#I love them and their shanagins

[acoraxia]

Why people gotta be gross man? This is a wholesome kinda angst - actually there's a lot of angst au blog.

Here's some wholesome to make up for the gross people.

Erlang looking at child wukong just like lol ur short

Then when wukong is an adult he can shape-shift right so they just shape shift taller and then go lol ur short now.

Kick starting yet another shape shifter fight like they had in the book, but shanagins style

This is a Wholesome Angsty Goofy Silly non-serious shadowpeach ship only found family go brr type of blig

I actually hc Erlang to be p short for a god since he’s a demigod and all. Not a full god. So he’s shorter than JE, Azure Lion, His Mom, His Sister, and only slightly taller than SWK

SWK being bigger than most average Yao but not full yao like DBK

But then i love the idea of them shape shifting to see who’s taller or not

Fun stuff HAHAH

#lego monkie kid #woof loupen #ask #sun wukong #lmk sun wukong #lmk erlang shen #erlang shen #forest fires #lmk forest fires

[theweirdoinurhouse]

Ok so I have a lot of thoughts about Hazbin Hotel episode 6

spoilers below if you haven't seen it!!!

So along with getting Angel sticking up for himself, funny Nifty Shanagins ™, and the banger lyric of "If hell is forever than Heaven must be a lie", we also got some Vaggie lore.

WHAT?!?!?

Like yeah. We all love seeing Angel sticking up to the stupid Moth dude and whatever, BUT THIS!? Not only was Vaggie an angel, but an EXTERMINATOR!!!

And this has raised some thoughts and minor-not-should-be-taken-seriously theories.

One: Are human souls that have entered Heaven allowed to become exterminators? That after being so good in their life they get into Heaven, they just get a job that ha them going down an killing other humans? Like yes they're dead and made horrible choices, but every soul started somewhere. In Heaven or Hell.

If Heaven could excuse their angels killing thousands of people, just because they need to "protect" Heaven or something, then why don't they think a demon could become good? Because clearly the exterminators don't care about the demons. And I doubt Vaggie was the only exterminator that had been alive. So Heaven don't care that their "pure" souls are killing with no remorse, but think it's impossible for a demon to turn good?

I mean some cases in Hell make sense. Ms. Mallberry or whatever her name was in Helluva Boss (can't tell if I spelled that right.) Her husband/boyfriend (can't remember which it was) was having sex with another woman. So she tried to kill the woman. She was angry. People act out when experiencing strong emotions. Doesn't mean you should try to kill someone! But why she did what she did makes sense.

But Heaven doesn't care. I mean, they don't even know how a soul gets into Heaven!

Summary: Vaggie's lore is so interesting, and I want to see more of it. I love Angel, trust me, but Vaggie's story has so much potential and more lore inside of it. I want to see more about her.

And don't get me started on Husk's story! I NEED MORE ABOUT HIM!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin angel dust #hazbin vaggie #vaggie hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel ep 6

[streaminn]

A lovely family out in the Demon AU I believe would be during the full moon, powerful beings gain strength from such, I don't know if demons do but I can imagine the shanagines a wolfed-out Enid and her two/four kids causing destruction while Wednesday just follows behind watching the show lol

It definitely would, you have Enid play chasing belle while leo and Wednesday vibe in the side

Leo and Enid go play by a lake at times, doing multiple dives to throw the aquatic animals in the air while Wednesday and belle try spearing them

It's overall just a fun times

You could even see Enid scruffing leo if he gets too tired. Being an overachiever like his mommy, he shifted at 5 and so this was definitely a usual scene in the household

#demon baby au #Theblackwolfalpha

[wolfiegirlxox]

I really hope that the New/Highlighter/Starburst Ninja will be important in Crystalised part two because 1) Chekhov's Gun is important, please stick to it, and 2) I really want to see more of them and who they are as people, I want to see funny little comics of their shanagins, I want to see and understand and love their relationships with each other the way I do the Ninja.

I would just like to get to know them and love them I guess.

#Ninjago #Ninjago Crystalized #Ninjago New Ninja #New Ninja #Ninjago Highlighter Ninja #Highlighter Ninja #Ninjago Starburst Ninja #Starburst Ninja #Goodness #these guys are a nightmare to tag

[st-froy]

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Friday night funkn’ in a nutshell

#coolio #fanart #my art #my stuff #fnf #fnf bf #fnf keith #fnf girlfriend #fnf gf #fnf boyfriend #friday night funkin #fnf dad #I love them and their shanagins

[asmolboy]

OK but headcanon Gundham sends letters to his mom daily and she responds to them all and keeps them all. I'm going to talk about for a ridiculous amount of paragraphs-

So Gundham when he is first at hope's peak and living in the dorms decides to send a letter to his mom instead of texting cause fuck it letters can be more fun and just cause his mom sends a letter back. It becomes a daily thing where he through the letters tells her all of the shanagins his class goes through and when the class photo is taken sends her copy and a thing on who is who.

By the fact that he in Canon refers to her as an angel I add to this headcanon that she made Christmas gifts for all of them(+Hajime) cause she wanted them to know that they are loved at least by one person. Like during some time in December she shows up and is like "hey everyone Yukizome let me in to give you Christmas gifts and advice letters early cause I asked nicely." everyone at first is confused as to who she is until Gundham asks when did she have time off work to show up at all and calling her mom in the process that they realize.

The gifts she gave were all hand made and the advice is what they needed and she is just so loving that Gundham is just standing in the corner both embarrassed his mom mentioned how she knew what advice they needed + what they liked from him and envious cause they are getting his mom's affection and he's from what I know an only child.

Nagito cried when he got his gift and advice because as we all know he hasn't gotten parental affection in so many years he forgot what that shit was and Gundham's mom is there like "are you OK???" because while she knows a lot she only knows what Gundham knows so the fact that Nagito is affection starved half to death is probably a thing she doesn't know.

Hajime felt appreciated by her and would kill for Gundham's mom if she asked him no hesitation. She officially gets adopted as class mom in such a way that after she leaves multiple people ask Gundham for either her number or address(or both) just to talk to her more. And Gundham never denies them and is only concerned by how many of them lack parental affection to the point they turning to his mom.

Just saying I Stan mom Tanaka.

#headcanon #dangonronpa #sdr2 #gundham tanaka #good bye despair

[creepyoldjuice]

*At Thanksgiving dinner*

Adam: Let’s go around the table and say something we are thankful for

Delia: I’ll start! I am thankful for My husband Charles and and of course our crazy daughter Lydia

Charles: I am thankful for Delia and the shanagins Lydia and Beetlejuice cause

Beetlejuice: I am thankful for Adam because oh baby you are so sexy and Lydia oh how I love causing mischief with you

Barbara: I am thankful that Lydia wanted us to live here and I love the little moments I get to spend with her just like a mother and daughter

Adam: I am thankful for Lydia because she treats my like a dad and gives me another way to look at life (well I mean I am dead but) a way that I wasn’t able to when I was alive

Lydia: I am thankful for Beetlejuice and all the crazy shit we do together

Charles: Lydia language!!

Lydia: Oh right sorry but it’s the truth. Also, my family you’re all crazy but I love you. I especially love Adam and Barbara because having them around is like having another set of parents

[imapersonwhohasnothingbettertodo]

Lance x reader headcannons

I see yall like headcannons, so imma try lance headcannons :3

💙 he will straight up do anything, and i mean anything, to get your attention..

💜 that man is glued to you. If you head to the kitchen, hes getting some food. You head to your room, lance accidently thought it was his.

💙 more often then not, he will drop a pick up line if you are within a miles radius

💜 expect lots of shanagins created by him and hunk

💙 the second you start dating he will shower u with so much affection THAT YOU WILL DROWN IN LOVE.

💜 litteraly

💙 he once took you to the pool and you guys did that underwater hug thing and he completely forgot what brething was.

💜 be prepared. If you are not latin you will soon learn how intimidating parents can be.

💙 He will introduce you to his entire family, and you will be slowly killed bythe pure cuteness of the tiny children in the room.

💜 once his parents met you, they legit started planning your wedding

💙 he had to explain to them that they couldnt start planning the wedding.

💜 cause he already started

💙 every single date you guys go on will be some cheesy romatic i-wanna-barf-its-so-cheesy scenes for those movies

💜 hes watched enough to know

💙 hes basically super romantic and adorable. He is as loyal as the word hufflepuff

💜 he will do anything for you

💙 treat the little cinnomin roll with respect (just be his keith #klanceforlife)

#voltronx reader #voltron fanfictions #voltron x reader #voltron #lance x reader voltron #lance x tsundere reader #lance mclain #vld lance #lance x reader #lance mcclain x reader #lance mcclain #voltron lance #x reader #klance for life

[imagineourangels-blog]

Warnings: The drawings are mine (I didn't want anyone to be upset with me using something without permission), fluff... A bit of angst. Sam x Reader You kept sneaking glances at Sam where he was stretched out on the bed. The expression on his face lazy, almost sleepy. He and his brother were your mentors, your friends and maybe one day... Sam would be your lover. The taller brother was cute, kind and so incredibly hard working. This was one of the first times that you could get a clear look at a face of his that wasn't... Concentrated. You'd only known him for a few months and didn't want to push him toward a relationship with just losing Jess. John had taken you under his wing after the case of the Stripper Slaying Spirit. When you'd been a victim, barely saved but showed a drive to learn and desire to hunt he took you under his wing reluctantly. However, at nineteen you were already on the pole. You had dropped out of high school to escape your abusive mother. It was well paying work and you never had to strip completely naked because the bar served alcohol which was good for you. You'd actually met Dean when he was drooling over one of your friends who was quite good at slowly twisting and moving. She was definitely a favorite. Unfortunately, she was murdered and Dean found you behind the strip club smashing anything you could find in rage. With Dean out on a run for food, that left the two of you alone in the motel. You guys had just finished a salt and burn and we're taking the night to recoup. Now, you were drawing Sam from this wonderful angle as he bounced a ball off the wall above you. "(Y/n)?" He calls and you glance up at him. "What made you start hunting?" You pause at that and wince. You had begged your best friend, when he asked to take his brother with you to find John, not to tell his brother your past. You weren't embarrassed but you found that no decent guy your interested in likes to hear 'yeah, I'm a ex-stripper,'. "Uh... John and Dean saved me and this was kind of less demeaning than my old job." You explain with a deep breath and begin to work on shading. "What did you used to do? It can't be that bad," he tells you, frowning. You glance up at him slowly and smirk. Well, it's best to be honest now rather than later. And it seems as if you've been issued a challenge. "I was a stripper," you tell him with a raised eyebrow, expecting his jaw drop. "O-oh. Really?" He asks sitting up some. You wanted to scold him and have him shuffle back to his position. "That's not so bad," he tells you and you feel shock at his acceptance. "What was that like?" "Not so bad. Pay was pretty good, confidence booster, and pole dancing is fun, actually. It's an art. And that's what I wanted to do. Art." Sam smiles. "So, what are you always drawing?" He asks and you freeze, panicking a little. Your sketchbook is filled to the brim with Sam. He had become your muse these last few weeks and now you were obsessed. You would never admit that you'd even stayed up one night to map out his features perfectly on a page. "Different things. Ghosts. That kind of thing." "Can I see?" "When I'm finished." He grins at your sneaky smirk. "Okay, hurry up," he tells you. ..... Many years later... Dean hadn't meant to open your sketchbook... Well. Yes he did. He was a little drunk and you were passed out from your own drinking shanagins. Here in your motel room. He'd kind of wondered about the things you drew. But he picked up the one you'd kept by you at all times. And when he slipped it out from the bottom of your bag, under your unmentionables, he never expected what he saw. "What?" He gasps as he slowly flips through the different angles of his brother. Now he'd known for a while that you'd had the hots for his brother but some of these were from... Hell, 2005? Jesus. With a glance at you, he couldn't wait to play match maker. .... Three weeks, it took him three damn weeks to finally get you away from your sketchbook long enough to show Sam. It was stuck in your hand like glue. Even working a case. It frustrated him to high hell. But he had forced you to wait in the Impala to go to the bathroom after your large morning coffee. Even Sam was complaining about it to Dean. You were practically rolling around in agony from holding it. But you had to go so bad that you just darted out of the car, leaving your bag in the backseat. "Dean! What the hell is wrong with you?" Sam demands from him as his brother whips around and digs through until he can pull out the booklet. "Take a look. I've been telling you for years." He grunts and throws the booklet on Sam's lap. His younger brother flushes at the lace thong caught in the ring of it. He carefully untangles the fabric and sets it behind them, in her bag. "Dean-," he starts hesitantly. "What's she always telling you? That they aren't finished? That it's not good? Open it, Sam." They both glance toward the gas station and then look at the pages on Sam's lap. Sam flips it open and freezes. The numbers, the lines and smudges, they all fit together in a confusing meaning. Only a few pages were left in the book. But the rest were all of Sam. Whether it was his face, his hands, his shape, every thing was undoubtedly him. "Told you she digged you. Now buck up, cowboy. You've got to get the girl." .... Sam and Dean had been acting strange yet again. But it was different than usual. Dean kept ditching you two alone. He would use every excuse to get you to remotely near each other. Now he was pairing you guys up on cases. When you would go to diners, he'd kick his feet up next him so you were forced to sit with Sam instead. Hell, when the motels were fresh out of two doubles, he would kick you out of the room for stupid reasons. Last time it was because 'If you couldn't keep your hair off the wall then you needed to join the other long haired beast'. You hadn't even showered. He was doing the same damn the thing today. Only as you're pushed into the chilly night air in your underwear and an oversized shirt. He threw your bag at you and slammed the door in your face. You wanted kick the door down and charge in there but Sam's voice has you turning. "He kicked you out like that? Are you kidding me?" He growls as he climbs out of the Impala, keys and a coffee in one hand. He's digging a hand into his pocket and cursing as he tries desperately to pull out his room key. "Yeah, sorry, again." "Don't be. Dean's just being a dick." He mutters, glancing over and the way your trying to keep your feet off the freezing ground. He quickly sticks the key in and turns the knob. You smile at him in thanks as he lets you slip in first. The floor is much warmer than the concrete outside and you feel blessed that Sam was just returning. But much to your disappointment, he did that awkward thing where he opened and closed his mouth like a fish. Not knowing what to say to you. He'd barely said anything to you. "I'm gonna go research," he finally says and trudges over to the table with his laptop and books. "Want help?" You ask him and he shakes his head at you. "Alright. You want left then?" "Uh. Yeah. Thanks." You truck to the other side of the bed, dropping your bag next to it and shiver. "Fuck you, Dean." You rub your legs together as you pull the blankets back, unaware that Sam is taking a long glance at your bright blue underwear. At least it wasn't lace. He would have been able to handle that. You crawl in and bundle yourself up in the cold sheets. It took thirty seconds of your teeth chattering before Sam was looking to you with a sigh. "I'm sorry." "No, it's fine. I'm just going to shower. I'll be back." He did exactly that. You'd warmed up by then and went on to drawing. He pauses at this. "Can I see what you're​ drawing?" He asks and you smile at him. Satisfied with the sight of him in low hanging sweats and a few droplets of water from his growing hair. "It's not finished, Sam." "Come on, I've never seen your work. Just one?" He pleads and see the way you shift uncomfortably. Slowly, he makes his way around your side of the bed, standing over where you're clutching it to your chest. "It's not very good." "You've been working on this piece for six years. I think it's perfect." When you shake your head he sighs. Then picks up a leg and drapes it over you. You gasp at the action. No, no, no. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't see this. But he simply sat straddling you. "Okay. (Y/n). Show me and... I'll tell​ you a secret..." This makes you raise an eyebrow. "What kind of secret?" You scoff at him. "One that I have been keeping from you for a long time. One that you might like to hear." This captured your attention. What did that even mean?" "But... What if I'm embarrassed to show you?" You ask, trying not to focus on the heat he was radiating. "I promise that I won't laugh or be upset or angry. I will only admire." With a deep breath, you slowly pass the book to him. He takes it, aware of what's there. As if he's not really paying attention, he slides off, rolling onto the bed beside you. You watch as he slowly flips through your pages, biting his lip on the way. "Incredible. Why me?" "You're my muse," you admit shyly. He grins and looks at you. "My secret," he says, letting you glance up through your eyelashes. "Is that I love you. And I've known about these for a while. Just ask, and I'll be your model." Shock floods you and you blush deeply as he leans in and gives a lingering​ kiss to your lips. "Thank you, Sam." You hum softly and tuck yourself in his side. "I love you, too."

#sam x reader #supernatural #imagine #fluffy #angsty #dean winchester #sam winchester #reader #bad past