#once more worried about not getting an apartment because i dont make enough

[bugsmoocher]

saw a big fat cricket at work today

#now that everybody has been distracted by rhe cricket i am going to complain in the tags so dont look unless you really want to ^_^ #god my prides gotten so fucking stomped on these past few days i dont even know what i did wrong at the job interview #how do they hire this deadbeat i know but not me #ive never gotten turned down before and i did everything well and i said yes to all the shit they wanted from me #everybody was so sure id get it and it was going to fix everything #but now im sitting here worried about finding a new job all over again #once more worried about not getting an apartment because i dont make enough #once more getting sprayed in the fucking face with rotten fish at my shitty job and trying not to cry in my car #sitting here trying not to bother anybody with it #idk how longer i can do this shit man #if more shit goes wrong i think im gonna drive my car into a lake

[animeshotsh]

Family meeting | Dad!Lucifer x Kid!Reader

Summary: Lucifer wants you to meet Charlie, the only problem? He needs to go to the hotel.

PT2 Of This and a full one shot of this.

Warnings: Off Canon in terms of time | Mentions of past abuse | Cursing | Reader gets loved by everybody | Probably some OOC | SFW | Grammar mistakes |

Lucifer undertood, really, he knew Charlie was too worried about her Hotel to ever leave it alone. He also felt bad about asking her to just come home to meet you, after all he was not a present figure in her life.

"(Y/n) are you ready ?" Lucifer called you who went to him with a cancerberus plush on your hand and a backpack with some toys.

"Im!" You declared showing off your things, and letting out a smile. You were now dressed in the best quality clothes Lucifer could afford, he had to take a moment to snap a pic of you (again).

"Let not keep them waiting then" Lucifer said taking you and supporting you on his hip, his wings out.

"ARE WE GOING TO FLY THERE?" You screamed making the house shake, your hyped self could not be contained.

"Yes, what better way to travel?" Lucifer joked. The first time you two took a fly together Lucifer was distracted and ended up dropping you. His reaction time was fast so he was able to catch you, already making promises to never fly again with you but your laught stopped him, turns out you loved to fly and loved the adrenaline from falling. Lucifer found it strange but decided not to question it.

He later went to the internet to look for more information.

Once you two took fly everything felt at peace (and you two were in hell...). Demons and sinners could see their King, no one dared to mess with him. Some ignored him, others bowed and some even waved at you.

From the Sky, the city seemed beautiful in its own type of way. The fire from fights and the buildings falling apart...big neon adverstiments...

If you were honest you liked hell.

Lucifer felt your self become sleepy making him smile. This would usually happen, something about flying with him relaxed you. Maybe being with the king of hell and on top of that flying around the city made you feel Powerfull and protected, enough to make you dizzy. Closing your eyes you let the feel of the wind caress your skin as Lucifer's wings moved towards the Hotel.

~☆~☆~☆~

Charlie was not nervous, not at all!!

That was a lie. Charlie was so stressed over his dad coming to the hotel and with you no less. When he had called her and asked to meet up she had said she had too much work (and it was true) then after listening to how he wanted her to meet you and how you have been asking about her.

Her heart could not take it so she accepted, saying she would make the hotel the safest place for you.

"Husk, put the alcohol away, OH! And be sure to remove any broken glass" Charlie exclaimed getting the most are you for real look from Husk.

Any sharp object had been locked down, weapons hided away and they even took extra care of things that could fall over you.

"Angel, try to...keep the sex jokes as...."

"As good as a good suck in a alley corner after some Drugs?" Angel asked getting an annoyed look from Vaggie. "Fine, I get it. Im not a monster you know" he responded offended going for a drink only to get some appel juice from Husk.

"Princess rules" he simple said.

Vaggie was behind Charlie as she went on checking everything. This was worse than one Lucifer had first come, this was Lucifer and you. The New kid, the new lil relative of Charlie.

"And- and did we get Alastor to go out?" Charlie asked Vaggie knowing how him and his dad were not at good terms.

"Well..."

"Now my dear, why would you want me away?" Alastor asked appearing besides her. "Its because your dad its coming today? Dont worry the hotel wont suffer any type of damage" he promised bowing "or maybe a bit"

~☆~☆~☆~☆

The sound of the door being opened alerted everyone. Charlie was sweating as she saw her dad entering with a small kid on his arms. Puffy sheep skin and cat hears and tail could be seen but their face was pressed against Lucifer's chest.

"Charlie!! Its so good to see you again" Lucifer exclaimed getting closer. "Sorry, (Y/N) felt asleep when coming here" he explained looking down with a lovely father gaze at the kid.

"Oh...thats...thats fine!! We have made everything kids safe for the time (Y/N) is here" Charlie responded still stressed, however now seeing you in the flesh and not only by photos her dad would send her, her heart softened at your sleepy form.

"Well, not everything..." Lucifer let out a groul seeing the Radio Demon who stood with his usual smile.

"Greetings your majesty, I never expected to be seeing you again so soon, maybe grow a few inches instead of getting kids from the streets on your free time"

"Hahaha, oh at least kids like me" Lucifer responded going towards Alastor.

"Hahaha only because you are their size"

"Hahaha, or because I dont have that broken record voice"

"Hahaha, fuck you"

The small beef between them was enough to wake you up, looking up you first saw Lucifer's face. A very angry look then the look of another Demon, a redish one that looked like a deer.

"...are these your ears or hair?" You asked half sleep getting everyones attention.

~☆~☆~☆~☆

"Oh ignore him, we are here to meet with by daugther!!" Lucifer quickly turned around making you face Charlie. He carefully let you down on the ground and saw how you went to her.

Charlie went to your eye level, her heart beating fast. "Hello! Im Charlie, and welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!!" She cringed at her introduction, laughts from Angel and Husk could be hear at the back.

"Im (Y/N)! Are you my older sister?" You asked moving your head to the side taking her appearence, no doubt she was Lucifer's child, she had a different aura, something cheerful and good, something your insticts told you to reach for.

Charlie's mouth went dry, her eyes having now tears as she remember the story her father told her about you, about how you ended in hell. How unfair it was and how Heaven would not listen.

"Y-yes Im" she responded trying to content her tears then almost getting knocked off when you hugged her. Your soft hair rubbing against her cheeck.

"I always wanted a sister"

Vaggie had to look away to keep her emotions in check. She undertood the malice from heaven and was thankul you had ended in Lucifer's way. Her heart broke a bit seeing your small form hugging her gilfriend.

Heaven its damed she tought to herself.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~

"And this is Angel Dust!" Charlie presented you the spider Demon who was looking down as he was thinking about someone else.

"Hello Kiddo" he ruffled your hair getting a laught from you.

"You have four arms?" You asked looking at Angel who showed them then picked you up

"You bet!! And do you know what form arms can do?"

Everyone was holding their breaths now.

"Lots of ticklets!!" He finally responded tickling you. Your laught and smile resonated in the hotel. Your cat hears moving from side to side as Angel tickled you with a small smile of his own.

~☆~☆~☆~

You pulled Angel around the hotel, telling different tales you have been reading from Lucifer's private collection. Angel just nodded at you, he took note of how your eyes would light up when you were talking about a favorite character or a special part of a story.

It melted his heart.

"I want juice" You suddendly said stopping and making Angel almost fall over you. Luckly he was able to catch his balance.

Juice? Angel thought then smirked looking at a very sober and pissed Husk.

"Here, this one makes the best drinks and im sure he has some juices for you" Angel said taking you towars Husk who was giving Angel a very do not dare look.

"Uhhh, he seems scary" you said softly looking at Husk while Angel seated you carefully.

"Scary? Pff he is just sober" Angel said getting a confused look from you.

"I mean-"

"What would you like kid?" Husk asked keeping his voice with no emotion. He had hear you said he looked scary and honestly, that was funny. By the fact that you had touched Alastor's hair and ears earlier and you got the radio Demon to almost break his cool.

Yeah not scared over the radio Demon but scared of him? You were something.

He passed you a juice with appels. You were quick to forget your fear as you sipped the drink looking at Husk. "I liken your wings"

Husk looked a bit suprised but soon relaxed giving you a easy smile.

"I like your horns...what are you?" He finally asked getting an annoyed look from Angel.

"Well...im not sure?" You responded now feeling shy.

"You are a sinner my Dear!" The voice of Alastor echoed as one of his shadows picked you up keeping you from touching his hair again.

"And who are you?" You asked back macking Alastor glitch, static forming around him but then going away.

"Im Alastor, the Radio Demon! I have a show, maybe you ever listen to it or you prefer these boxes..."

"You mean tvs?" Alastor nodded "I used to watch a bit during mornings but...my father hated when we did it he would scream at me and-" your voice broke making everyone look towards you Lucifer almost going for the Demon's neck.

"Oh you poor thing" Alastor said deep down (very deep) feeling bad. Memories of his own life coming to haunt him. "Then here!" He made a move and a old fashined radio appear "this radio hosts only my shows, and no one will be angry at you because you listen to it" He said smiling at you, his shadow still holding you and playing with your horns as Alastor watched Lucifer for a reaction.

"Uh...thank you Mister" You finally said getting a lick from the shadow itself.

"No problems Dear and if you ever need a New dad you know for who to look" He smirked at Lucifer.

"But Lucifer its my dad..." you responded, radio in your tiny hands "...could you be my uncle?" You asked innocently ignoring who you were talking to, one of the most powerfull Overlords in the circle.

Alastor moved his head his shadow getting you closer to him, he took a moment to examine your soul. So pure and so...so unlike him.

Alastor could be chained to someone, but right now the only one who could hold a leash on him was you.

"Of course Dear" he finally responded taking you from his shadow and to his arms.

"And can I play with your hair?"

"Hahaha, absolutly not"

Lucifer was being hold in the back by Charlie and Vaggie sending daggers to the Demon.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~

#hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer x reader #alastor x reader #charlie x reader #angel dust x reader

[barzysunflower]

So y/n goes to this game like always everyone knows she’s barzal wife or girlfriend when the fight happens something snaps and she’s like yelling acting like there gonna hear her saying “HEY THATS MY MAN DONT TOUCH HIM LIKE THAT” people are recording her or she lands on the jumbo screen and the guys saying there’s go barzal gf or wife love to see this. They both end up going viral on Twitter mat was over the fight but y/n still was mad and going on and on saying wtf I would of squashed him if I was right there because no one grabs my man like that 😤 mat finds it entertaining because he’s never seen her this worked up and he’s kinda turned on by it knowing she would fight for him LOL even tho he wouldn’t allow it but he ends up kissing her by how in love he is with her maybe gets alittle smutty

now that fight last night was quite something and god Mathew I want you to do it again! but not too often, I need you to keep looking pretty.

wc: 820

cw: alludes to sex, but not really smut (sorry I’m working on other smut rn haha and didn’t have much time to write today)

gif made by @pyotrkochetkov

You turned around from the conversation you were having with a friend to see Mat finally come out of the locker room area. When he was close enough, you could see there was a big red bruise coating his nose and part of his cheek from the fight he was in earlier. “Aw, baby, are you ok?”

“Perfectly fine.” His smile was sweet and crooked as he wrapped his arms around you. Your lips brushed gently against his bruised skin then finally landed on his lips.

Once you were sure he was fine, you pulled apart and playfully punched him in the chest. “What the hell were you thinking? Fighting? Maty! You know my rule, no teeth, no wedding.”

He laughed. “I know your absolutely ridiculously absurd rule. Don’t worry, I’ll have all of my teeth for the big day.” He kissed the top of your head, still getting excited at the mention of your wedding even after months of being engaged and it being pretty much all planned already. “And he attacked me. I wasn’t about the back down. I’m not scared of a little fight.”

A rush of heat flowed through you, seeing him get worked up again. And you had to admit, as much as you hated the fighting aspect of hockey, it was kind of hot seeing Mat defend himself and get into a little brawl.

“And it looks like you’re not as mad as you’re pretending to be.” He totally picked up on your vibes.

“Alright, so maybe it was a little hot to watch,” you admitted. “But don’t make it a regular thing.”

“Sure about that?” His eyebrows raised and a little mischievous grin appeared as he pulled you closer to him by your hips.

“At least not until after the wedding. I need you looking pretty for the pictures.”

“Alright, no more fights until the wedding.”

———

“Ok, so maybe I will keep up the fights if you’re going to be this turned on afterwards,” Mat mumbled out of breath when you rolled off him, back onto the mattress.

“You made a promise,” you responded, yelping when his lips were back on your skin in seconds. His teeth graded your neck, down your naked chest.

“It’s very hard to resist.” He came back up to kiss you passionately. You had lost count of the amount of times you had sex within the last few hours of coming home from the game, sleeping, and waking up to more sex.

“Alright, get off me I’m starving.” He fell back into the pillows with a laugh, but instead of getting up to go to the kitchen, you grabbed your phone for your daily morning phone time. Mat did the same.

To your surprise, there were a ton of notifications. Texts, instagram, twitter, etc. And also from people you didn’t even know. A quick investigation told you that you were in fact the reason for all the fuss.

“You seen this?” Mat had the same expression on his face, as he was looking through the exact same type of notifications. People sending a video of you from the game last night, yelling during Mat’s fight. The person who filmed it was too far away to pick up audio, but based on reading your lips, people could tell you were yelling something the lines of ‘HEY THATS MY MAN DONT TOUCH HIM LIKE THAT’.

You looked to Mat for his reaction, but he was just laying there, naked, watching the video over and over again, his jaw slowly dropping. You watched him nervously, internally cringing that a video of you like that was currently trending. Mat finally faced you.

“My girl.” He laughed and was back on top of you in seconds. “My feisty girl. And here I thought you were upset I was fighting, but you would have easily stepped in.”

“I was just trying to protect your pretty face.” He smiled wide and started attacking you with kisses, sucking and biting your skin.

“I had no idea you could get so worked up.”

“I’ve been hanging around you for too long.” He chuckled and kissed you deeply. You could never get enough of him.

“Protecting me. I’m supposed to be the one protecting you.”

“You clearly need it.” You loved teasing him, especially since his kisses got more intense the longer it went on.

“I’m pretty sure I won that fight last night, so I can protect myself.” He got on his knees and his lips wandered down your body. One of his hands grabbed your breast, massaging it, while his lips started assaulting the other. He licked around your nipple, sucking and biting it playfully. “But my job is to take care of you.”

He moved further down the mattress, getting ahold of your thighs and roughly pulling them apart. “Now be a good girl and let me do my job.”

#mat barzal #mathew barzal #mat barzal fic #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal blurb #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #hockey fics #hockey imagine #nhl smut #smut #hockey smut

[love-lilly02]

LILLY PLS IM SUPER DOWN BAD FOR SOME TF141 DRABBLES RN

OK IDEA: HOW THEY SHOW THEIR AFFECTION/LOVE LANGUAGE 💥👊

KEEPING IT BROAD CAUSE I WANNA SEE YOU BE CREATIVE 🤭

MWAH DONT FEEL FORCED EITHER

— 🪿

RAAAA DUCK ANNON IS BACK‼️‼️‼️

i’m so sorry i didn’t see this by the way, i was cleaning😕😕

Anyways we’ll start off with Price, i think he’s definitely a words of affirmation person or gift giving. in the beginning he leaves you small things, a flower (yes, a singular flower.) with a letter saying it’s pretty like you, poems, treats hidden around your room. Once the two of you are together though he’s going all out. Flowers every week (he keeps one so he knows when it’s time to buy more), text messages with poems and paragraphs, date nights, shopping sprees. (emphasis on the shopping, you can look at something for too long and it’s in your apartment the next day.) i also don’t really see price as a touchy person, but he likes when you hold his hand or his arm (imagine period drama arm holding), ESPECIALLY around the boys.

Johnny next, this man is touchy to ALL hell. your on the counter? he’s got your ass. standing there doing ANYTHING? he’s around you, holding your waist, putting his chin on your shoulder, all of the above. In public he’s got your hand, your arm, your waist, any part of you he can grab. he’s also a flirter, to the BIGGEST extent, i mean this man will take one look at you and spew out so many compliments you think he’s got them pre written down. their also never the same compliments, ever. how he has so many you’ll never know. I don’t see him as a gifts person but if you express an intrest in certain things it will pop up from time to time.

Kyle is a bit tricky for me, because i don’t write him often. I think he’s a reassurance person, if you’re not feeling well he’s there or he’ll always say he loves you or something. Definitely someone who believes actions speak louder than words, which means everything in your house is getting done for you. dishes? he washed them an hour ago. trash needs taking out? oh don’t worry love, i got that. He just likes taking care of you, doesn’t really mind the busywork. And don’t you dare feel bad for it, he’s right there scolding you for it, saying that he wants to do those things, that he wants to help you. He’s definitely a clingy person, but not out in public. poor kid’s too shy for that, but at home he’s all over you. his favorite position is to lie with his head on your stomach, watching something on the telly while you read or scroll on your phone. definitely not because he falls asleep easier in that position.

Ghost is my favorite of them all. at first he just ignores you, i mean once this man realizes he has feelings you NEVER see him around😭 and then he gets over himself and somehow apologizes (how he got over himself, we’ll never know) and slowly starts going around you again, but that’s literally it. You don’t think anything else is wrong, wouldn’t even be able to tell something was different if it weren’t for all the people that started going missing. You complain about a co worker? their gone the next morning. some rookie is pissing you off? oddly enough he got deployed and killed in combat. you never understand it, especially when no one questions the disappearances or just where the people went. That’s how ghost loves you, by keeping you happy. Simon on the other hand, takes a much more direct approach with his love. Once ghost is done with his “i’ll kill you if you touch her” bs he’s confessing to you, buying you flowers for the first date (only then, for some reason?) taking you somewhere nice. The whole shabang for his pretty thing. He’s also a nicknames person, some of his favorite being “love, lovie, princess” and sometimes “thing” when you really make him mad. he’s just like kyle, shy in public but a fucking PUPPY at home. you try to get up in the morning, he’s got you trapped under him in seconds. you leave a room, he’s tailing after you, your cooking in the kitchen he’s right behind you, if you don’t yell at him to get off. it’s never suffocating, though. In public he’ll hold your waist or your hand, that’s about it.

i feel like i kind of got off topic at some points but those are hot takes off the top of my head🥳🥳 lmk if yall want an nsfw version

#i love duck annon #this was written on my phone if you couldn’t tell #cod x reader #poly 141 x reader #task force 141 x reader #simon riley x reader #john price x reader #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick

[t0ast-ghost]

So the thing is I wasn’t going to comment on the sixth episode. I just got home from a hella good play and I’m tired so I relax with Star Trek but holy shit

What IS that

With that HELLO and welcome to my first thoughts on the sixth episode (The Enemy Within) of the original Star Trek series

Here we go:

- that is a fucking dog

- IS THAT BLOOD?!? On Star Trek???

- so he got transporter cloned.. WHY IS HIS FACE LIKE THAT THO

- I like the fact it’s told a bit in retrospect, like it starts off with the star date and saying that at the time they didn’t know he got cloned

- MCCOY! His friendliness and then the “I have no sympathy for clumsiness” bro wha

- DONT YELL AT MCCOY

- McCoy not knowing what to do about Jim so he goes to Spock lol

- what the fuck is that fuckin thing, it’s rabid man.

- anytime someone is holding the creature there is literally no reason for them to be holding it. Like Kirk is just holding it and then HANDS IT TO SPOCK.. WHY IS THIS NORMAL NOW

- so do people casually just sit on tables here? First we had McCoy, now Spock. Is it just science/medical officers?

- Vulcan nerve pinch for the win

- POV your boyfriends are deeply concerned for your wellbeing (side note: bones looks so soft in the first pic. He cares so much)

- “you have a point, Spock.” “Yes. Always, doctor” STOP FLIRTING

- “If I seem insensitive to what you are going through, you must understand it’s the way I am.” HE SAYS THIS WITH ALL THE CARE IN THE DAMN WORLD. Spock is the most emotional character I have ever seen

- uh oh the circuits

- nooo Sulu! Do they not have better cold protection?

- YEAH I HOPE YOU’RE IN PAIN FUCKER

- so I think what they’re trying to promote is the idea that there’s the kind and indecisive side and the animalistic “sinful” side that has all the impulses and power to make decisions and together they work so that the former side can calm the latter to be more… civilized?

- “god forbid I have to agree with Spock” they’re married and you cannot convince me otherwise

- was that dog okay? Like it was really fuckin angry at something

- HES DEAD JIM MOMENT! WE HAVE A HES DEAD JIM MOMENT

- “for once I agree with you, doctor” THEY ARE MARRIED

- Spock is so riled up rn (every time he shows emotion I’m commenting on it because I think he is so so emotional but then his whole thing is he isn’t)

- SPOCK YOUR LOGIC ISNT LOGICING (having a human half and Vulcan half I think is a bit different than literally being split into two people, but what do I know)

- they are literally the angel and devil on his shoulder, but married, and also in love with him

- what no no bring Sulu back. That was such a good delivery of lines I am so

- this episode shows the power imbalance between Kirk and Janice and that messaging could be more powerful if they really wanted. Like showing how Janice felt forced to say she was okay with it and wouldn’t tell anyone because it was the captain I feel was a big step to take in the 60s (because it was rarely if ever talked about especially on tv) but it still wasn’t enough and was treated horribly in the end. They brush off her experience and also let Kirk be near her which is not okay. I know they wouldn’t but I wish they’d actually addressed the fact that Kirk can pretty much get away with anything and the crew wouldn’t/couldn’t stop him unless they deem it truly necessary (which would be way to far)

- I think the Kirk stuff could be more impactful

- some of those close ups on Kirk are crazy

- Bones is so damn worried about him in the transporter room

- SPOCK IS STRESSED AND HE HESITATES

- “the imposters back where he belongs, forget him” but isn’t the thing is that he is you? Like he’s still there and apart of you, Kirk

Okay, that’s episode six. I don’t have much more to say about this episode.

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#Star Trek #star trek the original series #star trek tos #star trek kirk #tos kirk #captain james kirk #star trek spock #tos spock #spock #star trek mccoy #tos mccoy #leonard bones mccoy #star trek sulu #tos sulu #hikaru sulu #yeoman janice rand #janice rand #television t0ast talks

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Daryl Dixon x she/her!reader

spoilers: set in seasons 2 & 3

warning: LOTS of sexual references

Sounds Good

Yours and Daryl’s relationship had been...interesting, for quite a while. It started after the group found Sophia in the barn. Daryl was affected in a bad way, and because everyone was rightly worried about Carol, nobody noticed Daryl storming off. Except you. As quickly as you could, you told Rick you’d go look after Daryl, and you sprinted after him. Naturally, Daryl was pissed at you, he snapped at you a few times, but you kept following him. He eventually realised that he wasnt going to stop you, so every so often he glanced behind him to check you were still there, and every time he saw that you were, he’d scoff and shake his head.

The two of you stumbled across a farmhouse, and in the basement was a goldmine. It was an alcoholic’s wet dream, bottles of alcohol covered the walls of the dark, cold room. Without a word, you and Daryl barricaded yourselves inside, and started to drink. The tension eased the more you drank, and before you knew it, you were rolling on your backs laughing at anything and everything. You dont remember anything after that, and neither does Daryl. All you know is that the two of you woke up completely naked, with your body sprawled over his. To say that was a surprising wake up call would be an understatement.

Daryl woke up to the sight of you pulling your jeans back on, and he checked you out for a few seconds before you noticed he was awake. You rolled your eyes at him, but you were smiling.

“This stays between us.” You told him once you were both dressed, and Daryl held his hands up in surrender.

“Aint plannin’ t’ kiss and tell!” He said, and you laughed as you headed back up the basement stairs.

“Whatever you say, Big Dick Daryl.” You teased him, not needing to look over your shoulder to know that he was blushing.

“Absolutely not.” He said, and you burst out laughing.

“What?” You asked innocently.

“Ya cant call me that.” Daryl told you, the shock of what you had just said was still scrunching up his face.

“Alright, what can I call you?” You questioned playfully.

Daryl did his signature scoff-laugh at that. “Anythin’ apart from that!”

And you smirked to yourself mischievously, knowing he would regret that choice of words. Challenge accepted.

Whacky, sexual petnames was how you began flustering him. You’d jog up to his bike, knowing that’s where you’d usually find him, and greet him loudly enough for him to worry the others could hear.

“Hey there sexy!”

“What’s up, the human embodiment of arousal?”

“Why hello, you sexy hunk of man meatloaf!”

“Hi there, sex on legs.”

The way Daryl’s eyes would widen at every new petname you invented for him, the way he blushed and scoffed and shrugged you off; tormenting him was just delicious. It was all in good fun though, and Daryl knew that.

What was less fun was when Daryl gained the confidence to retaliate in his own way. Whenever you greeted him with something whacky, he figured out exactly how to fluster you in return.

“Well hi, sunshine.”

“Hey gorgeous.”

“‘Ey beautiful, y’ alright?”

“Mornin’ sweet girl.”

Somehow, Daryl had figured out that because you were so comfortable calling him overtly sexual things, it must be the more cheesy stuff that flusters you. And he was absolutely right.

Soon enough, the two of you had pretty much formed a relationship that consisted of nothing more than ridiculously blatant and loud flirting. It started as a battle of who could fluster the other the most, but considering how constant it was, you both got used to each other behaving that way and getting flustered became more difficult. So instead, it just became a fun thing between you two that was guaranteed to make each other smile, as well as make anyone within earshot laugh or want to bleach their ears.

Once the two of you were confined to the prison, it only got worse for everyone around you.

Daryl casually leant back on the truck as Rick searched through it, his eyes were glued to your form as you headed for the doors with a basket of laundry. Daryl nodded at you.

“Ay gorgeous, ya headin’ my way?” He called out to you, and you grinned at him.

“In your dreams!” You shouted back, to which he laughed.

“Damn right!” He responded, his eyes lingering on your hips as you entered the prison doors ahead of him.

Rick just chuckled and shook his head, unfortunately used to situations exactly like that.

Neither of you had any real consideration for who overheard your comments, so long as the kids didnt hear the more sexual ones, of course.

“You comin’ by my cell later?” You’d ask Daryl whenever he wasnt on watch that night.

“Why, ya need tuckin’ in?” Daryl would smirk at you from the other side of the room.

You’d lean on the table that stood between you, so that you were dramatically pushing yourself towards him. “Ooh, keep talking, it’s just getting to the good part!”

And then you and Daryl would break off in fits of laughter, going about your separate business.

There were smaller and more common comments too. At least once a day, someone would overhear Daryl walk by you in a lowcut shirt and simply say:

“Nice wrack.”

Overall, though, the group had grown accustomed to the fact that although it wasnt the typical relationship, it was your own cute way of showing each other how you felt. Strange, but cute. So although at first it was shock after shock with the stuff you’d say to each other, everyone was so used to it by now that they simply smile and shake their heads like proud parents.

“Good morning to the sexiest man alive!” You call as you exit your cell, knowing that Daryl would be close by, waiting for your daily complimentary greeting.

Sure enough, as you round the corner you see him sitting on the floor fiddling with his crossbow, laughing at what you’d said.

“Mornin’ gorgeous.” He replies, giving you a smile he reserves just for you.

Later, you find yourself tending to the crops in the prison field while Daryl patrols the fences on watch. You wipe sweat from your forehead, holding your hand above your eyes to shield you from the son as you wolf whistle at him. Before Daryl has even turned around, he’s smiling, because he knows exactly who that whistle came from.

“What d’ya want, sweet girl?” He asks as he strolls over to you.

You very dramatically rake your eyes up and down his form. “You’re really gonna walk around here looking that good and not makeout with me?”

Daryl laughs, his eyes flicking between the ground and your eyes, smirking at you teasingly as ever. “Naw, you couldnt handle it.”

You bite your lip as you smile up at him. “Oh, I can handle anythin’ you’ve got for me, big boy.”

Daryl scoffs and shakes his head, trying to hide his slightly pink cheeks. Anytime one of your comments has the potential to link to his dick size, it’s guaranteed to fluster him, no matter how many times you do it.

“Get back t’ work, horny girl.” Daryl tells you before walking back over to the fence, and you smile away to yourself. Once he’s back at the fence, Daryl turns and sees you still smiling at the crops below you as you tend to them, but he knows you’re not thinking about tomatoes.

Finally finished with your farming duties of the day, you head back inside the prison. A few seconds after you flop into your bunk, you hear a vehicle drive in, and you jump to your feet. It takes your sore limbs a minute or so to get to the doorway, and since you only see Daryl, you assume that those who had just returned from the run have gone elsewhere in the prison. You stretch your arms above your head and let rip with a petname you have been waiting to use.

“HEY ANGEL DICK-“ But much to your soul destroying surprise, Rick, Maggie, Glenn, Hershel, and Carl, are standing with Daryl, so the rest of your sentence doesnt pass your lips.

You stand in the doorway with wide eyes, everyone staring at you, before they burst out laughing. Rick has his hand on Carl’s back, the two of them hunched over they’re laughing so hard, while Maggie and Glenn are crying laughing as they hug each other, and Hershel is chuckling and shaking his head at you. Blushing furiously, you bury your face in your hands as everyone loses their minds.

Daryl tries to laugh as quietly as he can since he doesnt want to add to your embarrassment, and he walks over to pull you into his chest so you can hide away. The rest of the people that heard your words are still laughing as they stumble back into the prison, leaving just you and Daryl outside.

“Did’ja need me for sum’?” He asks you quietly, that same teasing tone in his voice. He is never going to let you live this incident down.

However, you’ve had enough time to collect yourself and the pitiful remnants of your confidence, so you pull away from Daryl just enough to look at him as you sigh very dramatically.

“I got that fatal sickness again.” You break the news to him with a mocking sad expression.

“That so?” Daryl questions, his face already twisting into a smirk, and you nod.

“Yeah, the one that can only be cured by seeing the most arousing smile to ever grace the earth. A swoon is the only way to save me, Daryl, Im feeling faint!” You fall back dramatically in his arms and he, of course, makes sure you dont land on your ass.

“Fine.” Daryl smiles at you and you smack your forehead with the back of your head, wobbling your knees as you swoon.

“Im cured!” You cheer.

“Sure you dont need some rest? I can take you back to your cell.” And the smirk is back.

“Already coming onto a girl fresh out of recovery! Bad boy! I’ll talk to you later.” You flick Daryl’s biceps, and he laughs as he drops his arms from your waist and strolls back inside the prison.

Turning around, your eyes drink in his form as he walks away from you. Unfortunately for you, Daryl was not the only person in the doorway. Carol stands there, smiling and shaking her head at you.

“You are so in love with him.” She teases, and your jaw almost hits the floor.

“WHAT!?!” You whisper-shriek, not wanting Daryl to overhear and come running because he thinks you’re in some kind of trouble.

“He’s in love with you too, you are both being ridiculously obvious about it and you’re somehow still blind to each other’s feelings. Crazy kids.” Carol sighs, shaking her head as she walks around you, the two of you choosing to sit on the edge of the truck trailer.

You scoff. “The chances of Daryl actually being into me are next to none.”

Carol looks at you like you have personally insulted her. “Are you insane?!”

You roll your eyes. “Seriously, Carol. Daryl and I can flirt as much as we like, but he deserves so much better than me. The whole reason I dont make an actual move on him is because Im waiting for some beautiful girl to steal his heart from right in front of me.” Staring down at your jeans, you feel your own words weigh you down.

Carol’s quiet for a moment, and you barely notice because you’ve lost yourself to a period of sad overthinking. It’s only when she speaks up again that you realise she hadnt already replied.

“I think a beautiful girl has already stolen his heart.” Is all she says, and when you’re about to question her, Carol hops off the trailer and ever so casually waltzes back inside. Your eyes follow her, and that’s when you see Daryl leaning against the prison entrance with his arms crossed.

Feeling petrified all of a sudden, you snap your gaze away from him, not knowing what to say or do in this scenario. Somehow, Daryl is the one who knows what to do in a social situation, more than you do, because he strolls right over and sits down where Carol had previously been sitting, right beside you.

“Ya really thought I wasnt bein’ serious with ya this whole time?” Daryl asks you after a minute of silence, his voice hushed.

You just shrug, your gaze fixed on your jean covered thighs.

Daryl scoffs. “Jeez, (Y/N). How’re you the only one that cant see how crazy I am about ya?”

You stay silent, unable to find any words to speak as you lift your head to look at Daryl, but he’s staring off at the prison field.

“There aint nobody on this earth that could come take my heart from me, ‘cause I don’ have it no more. Ya’ve had ma heart since that night in the basement, and ya aint even known it.” He confesses, shaking his head and letting it hang as he falls into silence.

“If this is real, you have to promise to never bring up the angel dick incident ever again.” You tell him as you sniffle, wiping away the happy tears that had started falling from your eyes.

Daryl lets out a hearty laugh at your words, the kind of laugh that only you can bring out in him and he looks at you from the side. “Fine, I’ll sacrifice that trump card if it means you’ll believe me.”

You smile at him warmly, cheeks rosy as you breathe deeply and rest your head on his shoulder. The two of you stare out at the sunset, seeing the world in a true moment of peace, and understanding it.

“So, you wanna come back to my cell later?” You ask him, and he chuckles at you using one of the most classic lines within your flirtatious relationship

“Ya need tuckin’ in?” Daryl responds with a classic reply, and you sit back up, shaking your head.

“Nah, I was thinking you could stay.” You shyly meet his eyes, biting your lip, and seeing his eyes darken makes your stomach flip. Daryl leans in real close, his lips mere centimetres from yours when he decides to answer you.

“Sounds good.”

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #x reader #the walking dead #twd #imagine #imagines #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon

[release-the-hound]

as a havanese owner, what would you say their energy levels are like? trainability? grooming needs? looking into getting small dogs in the future and havanese are on the list of possibilities

I think part of the reason Havanese are so wonderful for so many people is that their energy levels are extremely variable. A well bred Havanese should match its energy levels to its owners for the most part. There are days where I have only taken Whim outside to potty, and spent the rest of my time sick in bed, and she has happily cuddled up next to me and slept by my side. But she has also happily galloped alongside me for a 5km run, and been eager for more. Ultimately what Havanese want more than a specific amount of activity, is to be doing activity with their person.

Of course, I always celebrate doing more with your dog. I try to give Whim at least a 20 minute walk daily. Along with minimum 5 minutes dedicated training session and a food puzzle for enrichment. Often I am able to do more than that.

(One if my favorite off-leash adventures with Whim. A 3 hour walk through unusually deep snow. So many sniffs and lots of excellent recalls!)

When my sister died, I was frequently doing less, for weeks. And she didn't devolve into a frustrated barking mess, didn't chew up my apartment, she was a little bored, but she was never miserable. She just lay in my bed, by my side, day after day, until I was ready to face the world again.

(I cannot overstate how good Whim is at cuddling. If there was an international competition for it, she'd win it every year.)

I really think for disabled people, Havanese have the ideal energy level. You can meet their base needs fairly easily, but if you are up for adventure they're always ready to come along for a ride.

(Whim travels frequently on airplanes with me, and is always complimented on her good behavior.)

Grooming needs are the sticking point for many people, unfortunately. While Havanese are genrtically capable of producing a short coat, it's against the breed standard, and so I don't know of anyone intentionally breeding for that.

For me, a non-shedding dog is worth extra grooming, but I know that's not the case for a lot of people. I have Whim shaved about every 4 to 6 months. This means that I go over her coat to comb out any mats about once a week, and I trim the fur out of her eyes on occassion. But other than that, I dont worry about grooming. I bathe her when she's stinky and trim her nails when they get long, which you need to do with every dog. I know @girlhorse keeps Enzo in a much fuller coat. If you want to keep a fuller coat, she might be willing to talk about the grooming experience.

It's also worth noting that due to their small size, combing Whim's fur is like, a 20 minute process.

(I often miss Whim's coat from when I kept her long. She was so unbelievably adorable.)

Havanese are my FAVOURITE dogs to train bar none. I'm not a professional trainer in any sense of the word, but between group classes and my job I have seen how a lot of dogs learn. @thelittlespanielthatcould and I often compare Havs to a CKCS with a little more spunk. They are very clever and very eager to work with you, but when they have an opinion they make it clear.

Whim can be entirely focused on me for an hour long lesson. But she won't do work she's not fairly compensated for. Personally, I like a dog that won't let me push them around. If it's a hot day and I haven't given Whim enough water breaks, she'll march herself over to her bowl whenever she damn well pleases. If I'm not using a high enough value treat, she will take it from my hand and spit it on the ground. I like these things because I like dogs that set their own boundaries. I want my dog to tell me when she is tired or thirsty, when I'm not rewarding enough, when she's frightened. Because I get clear feedback from her on what I'm doing wrong, I can alter my methods very quickly to keep us in sync. I like that my dog can tell me something so clearly and I can say back to her "ok, I'm listening."

Whim does very well in Rally when I can afford the classes. She loved agility. Havanese also make great trick dogs. They have amazing handler focus (once they mature). They love spending time with you, so they love training. You just have to be fair to them. I guess I'd describe them as eager to engage, but not eager to please. She wants to spend time with me, she wants to play my games, but she isn't afraid to stand her ground if she's not having fun. Training her brings me so much fucking joy. Even writing about it now has put a smile on my face.

(Whim and I had so much fun in agility. She loved the tunnels so much she used to go off course just to run them a second or third time. Until I started bringing out the big guns (cheese) and suddenly she was an angel again lol.)

Realistically, no breed is ever going to be ideal for every person on the planet. But 2 words come to mind when I think of Havanese. Fexible: they thrive in many different living situations, energy levels, and activities. And Communicative, about their needs, their desires, their fears, their pain. They make it easy for dog owners to figure out what to do. For these reasons, I think Havanese match well with a lot more people than the average dog breed.

Whim has been my best friend for more than a decade. I have never second-guessed my decision to bring her into my life. I wake up every day knowing that I am profoundly loved. In my brightest moments I picture a future of adventure unfurling before us. In my darkest, her joy reminds me how to find my own.

TL,DR: Get a Havanese.

#sorry this is long and sappy and maybe excessively pro-havanese #but the thing is they are just. so. SO GOOD. #Whim has been my heart for 12 years. I adore her. #get a Havanese. the only decision with a 0 regret rate. #(i cant prove that but i know it in my soul) #Look at her! Hiking! Skiing! Agility! Obedience! Tricks! she can do it all!!! #i love my dog so much you guys #whim the havanese #havanese #dogs #dogblr #alt text #havanese pawpaganda #anomymous #asked and answered

[yynumaki]

hey, im new to tumblr and i didn't that there was a request section on a persons profile so i commented a request, sorry about that lol. but maybe aidan gallagher x reader where they have anxiety and really dont like loud rooms/too many people and one day the two are on a date and she asks to go outside bc its to loud and they go outside where she starts crying and apologizing for always being so antisocial? really just fluff and socially anxious reader? you dont have to if you dont want to, thanks! :)

A/N:Thanks for the req, sorry if I cant meet your expectations, I'm pretty busy lately but hope you enjoy. Also welcome to tumblr 🥳

Everything was supposed to be perfect.

Aidan asked you out on a date on the new restaurant that just opened up a few weeks ago; Apparently its already getting hundreds of amazing reviews by the second, so he decided to get a table reserved there for the both of you to celebrate your 3rd year anniversary.

You've picked out the perfect dress, the perfect shoes, and you woke up with glowing skin which just added the cheery on top.

Though the only problem was, you didn't think there'd be this much people here.

You felt like everyone was staring at you, that everyone was judging you, but in reality they were all just minding their own business.

You were punching yourself because you were feeling it all over again, the sweatiness, the shaking, the heavy breathing. You felt spiralled.

“Hey..” Aidan asked calmly, “Are you feeling ok love?”

“Yeah—” you said in a hush tone.

Before he could even say another word you felt the room and everyone's eyes closing in on you.

“Sorry” you whispered before rushing out

Aidan spared no second thought and rushed out to catch you. When he exited the restaurant, he saw you walking away quickly while holding your arms shakily as you cried, he caught up to you fairly fast.

“Y/n” he yelled, loud enough for you to hear but not so loud that he'd get the attention of others.

You faced him, lips shaking, your cheeks soaked with tears, and your mascara smudged.

He gently held your arms as his eyes was filled with worry.

“What happened?” he asked,

“Im sorry—” you said as tears were starting to brim your eyes once more, “Im so sorry, I'm so sorry....” you continued as he hugged you.

“It was all supposed to be perfect” you held him tighter, gripping his waist to hold him closer.

“Its not tour fault sweetheart ” he hushed, lightly pulling away from your hug to wipe your stained cheeks, “Your anxiety just got the best of you, but its not your fault, I should've booked a restaurant that had kore privacy ” he sighed.

“No Aidan” you responded, “You were so thoughtful for what you did, its just that I wish I didn't have this mental stuff” you sniffed, “It keeps ruining things”

“Dont blame yourself” he quickly responded in a serious yet calm manner, “Never blame yourself, you hear me?”

You nodded as he kissed your forehead and walked you to your car.

The same night, you went back home to your shared apartment.

While Aidan was dressing out of his suit, you thought that you could atleast make it up to him by having a dinner date at home, so while he was in the shower, you decided to bake his favourite meal and dessert.

He always showered for atleast an hour so that gave you enough time to finish mid way through so he couldn't just ask you to stop and go to bed with him.

When he went downstairs, he was greeted with a stench that made his stomach grumble.

“Whats all this?” he smiled as he walked to hug you from behind.

“Dinner" you responded sweetly, “Im going to make it up to you you know” you said declaratively.

“You dont need to make up for anything sweetheart” he kissed your cheek, “Having you is all that I need”

“So you want me to stop cooking?”

“Now I didn't say that” he laughed,

“Your so cheesy Mr.Gallagher” you joked,

“Only for you Mrs.Gallagher”

“Were not married love”

"Not yet"

#aidan gallagher #aidan gallagher x reader #five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #aidan gallagher imagine #five x reader #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy x reader #tua

[hiemaldesirae]

Ok this is my second attempt at this prompt so the writing is probably not that good but what if Vox and Alastor had their first real fight because of Alastor’s treatment of husk bare with me

Vox goes to the hotel to check it out but when gets there he doesn’t see anyone so he just looks around and as he’s looking around he sees a bar and he sees Husk running the bar. Vox gets really excited about this it’s been so long since he last heard from his old mentor not since his deal with Alastor. Vox goes up to bar to finally talk to Husk but something stops him in his track now that Vox is close enough to get good look at him he notices how different he looked his clothes are scuffed and his hair is a mess not to mention his movement are sloppy like he’s constantly tired. Something’s up with husk and Vox will get to the bottom of it if it’s last thing he’ll do. By the time Vox got to the bar Husk had already prepared him his drink the fact that he still remembered what he liked after all these years filled Vox with a warm feeling. The conversation went on for hours both of them telling stories about the time they spent apart as well as the reminiscing about the moments they shared together it felt good it has been sometime since they had last spoken and it felt like no time passed at all it felt so good that husk forgot to filter what he was saying and he ended making an off hand comment about how Alastor’s been treating him now luckily all of the other hotel residents were already asleep because that would’ve been a disaster if they weren’t but still that doesn’t make this any better Vox has always been one of the last things keeping Alastor together so if he left who knows what would happen. Vox hasn’t said a word everything just went quiet it stayed like that for what felt like hours the silence only breaking when someone arrived right on cue Alastor walks in but before he can even say a word Vox is already dragging him into a random room as Husk watches nervously. Vox is smart he knows not to anger the radio demon he’ll be fine right? That hopeful thinking was immediately trashed when he started hearing yelling growing louder and louder so loud infact that the others were waking up even Lucifer came down to check if anything was wrong they all went to Husk asking if he knew what was going on but Husk was too worried really give them a answer the only thing he’s willing to say is Alastor sparking Lucifer to go on a rant . The fighting lasted for a while before Vox opened the door and storming out followed by Alastor who’s missing his iconic smile instead it being replaced by a scowl. Alastor without his smile is unnatural as creepy as his always smiling face is it’s at least somewhat normal once you get used to it but this was just wrong. No one would dare say word all either too scared are unnerved to say a thing “sooo” all except Lucifer of course “trouble in paradise?”

ough. ruh roh.......... trouble in paradise indeed

this is so good nonny. really. Guys. you have to consider writing these out. or at least detail them more to me... please.... i am but a starving victorian child and this is the last thing i will see before my tragic death at the age of 7 (but you can save me by feeding me more radiostatic morsels)

anyway. ahem. sorry i dont know what just happened i think i got possessed by sir pentious- the idea of vox and al's first real fight after they make up being over his treatment of husk is just. you know what thats so real to me. because like radiostatics general (Canon because if its ME writing ill make sure to make them sappy as shit) dynamic is like, ill treat you like shit and youll treat me like shit but in the end you're mine and im yours and thatll never change- but that only applies to THEM. if vox catches al treating his previous mentor (cough father figure cough) like that it is On Sight because first of all, thats HUSK. thats the guy who taught him like basically everything he knows, almost raised him in hell and on the path to being an overlord- and also, does this mean al would pay more attention to torturing husk than he would to vox? because thats just- unacceptable. honestly. so its just so funny if vox like storms out in a fury and whisks husk away to the vees tower or something and profusely ignores alastor and their dynamic gets reversed all because vox learns about the way al treats his thralls (DESERVED)

#ran rambles #hazbin hotel #general asks #radiostatic #dad!husk

[devilmayfamily]

School vs DMC Boys

Summary: Because the fall school season is closing in and some of you may have already moved into your college/university dorms, I present to you all, the DMC boys vs you having to leave for school

Dante

"You have to leave?!", Dante whines. "You leave all the time Dante", you reply. "For like, a few days", Dante counters.

He'd rather have you home and will fight with you about it until the day you go

Helps you pack even if it means your a step closer to going

"You can always come visit", you say. "Dont give me that kind of permission", Dante replies.

Actually. Dont. Mans will be there every day to check on you until someone or yourself tell him he has to stop and leave

Has tried to bargain with you

"How about we live together in (enter where your college is). We can get an apartment or do couples housing", Dante says. "Dante, you barely have enough money to pay rent here. Besides, couple housing is for married couples", you reply. Dante:*slowly gets on one knee* "DONT!"

Seeing you get into the van all packed up makes him proud and sad at the same time. He loves seeing you go after your dreams but hates he has to stay behind this time.

He pulls you in for one last hug. "Write me, call, anything", he says. "Was planning on it", you reply, hugging him just as tight as he was you. You give the devil hunter one last kiss before jumping into the van, Nico driving you off.

Vergil

"You have to leave? Yes, I suppose that makes sense"

He keeps it in how much he's going to miss you

Helps you pack, always double checking things

"You're sure you have everything?", Vergil asks. "Im sure babe", you reply.

Has secretly packed you a William Blake book so you having something that reminds you of him

And some tea because he knows if he doesn't you'll waste so much money on coffee

"You could come visit", you tell him. "Visit? That does sound nice"

He visits once a month, taking you out for lunch or just sitting and reading with you in the surrounding parks or libraries

No one messed with you before, but now no one really messes with you after seeing that cold Vergil stare

Right before you have to leave, Vergil pulls you aside to say his own goodbye

"I will miss you my dear", Vergil says. “I’m going to miss you too Verg", you reply. You pull Vergil into a hug, tears brimming in his eyes. He clears his throat, trying to get rid of them. "I suppose you must start heading out", Vergil says. You sadly nod, looking back at the van. You give Vergil a kiss, running into the van before you cry in front of him.

"Crying Verg?", Dante asks. "No, just dust", Vergil replies, wiping at his eyes. Dante smiles, giving his brother a pat on the back. "You'll see them again"

Nero

"L-leave?"

He's like a kicked puppy like his uncle

Becomes super clingy in your last few days

"Nero, I have to pee" "But I only have these last few days to be by ur side!" "5 seconds Nero!!"

Sure it can be annoying but you wouldn't trade it for the world

He does come visit often but not as much as Dante would. Maybe once a week at least

Blue anthropomorphic wings has never scared college kids more in the their lives

"Nero you scared him", you chuckle. "He needed to get a run in today anyways"

On the day you have to leave, Nero is constantly going where you do; to the room, in the kitchen, on the couch, he's everywhere

After everyone has said goodbye to you, Nero pulls you in for a hug, blue wings also accounted for

"Im going to call every day", Nero says. "I know you will", you reply. "And we will have to talk for at least an hour", Nero adds. "And if we cant?", you ask. "We make up for it next time", he replied. You smile up at the goof. "I'll be back before you know it, dont worry", you say, ruffling Nero's hair. You both laugh as Nero attacks you in kisses before loading up into the van.

V

"Haha! You have to live in some crummy ol' dorm room!", Griffon squawked out. V held onto the birds beak, fighting the bird to shut up

Griffon is gonna make as many jokes as possible about you leaving. They wont cross any boundaries but they will make you roll your eyes at the bird

Shadow gives you extra loving on the coming days of you leaving

V is helping you pack (when you aren't laying under Shadow)

He packs you all kinds of tea when you're not looking

"Who's this in the picture y/n?", your roommate asks. "That's my boyfriend", you reply, smiling fondly at the photo sitting on your desk. You were able to get a photo of V just admiring the world around him.

You brought a few photos of V and you to have as decor. It didn't help that V was the first to sneak a photo in your suitcase

V comes by once a month to take you out and away from studying all the time. He understands it's important but so is your mental health (get some rest guys)

Everyone on campus is curious about your mysterious boyfriend but Griffon is good at keeping them in line

Speaking of Griffon, the bird can't not visit you

He jokes about you being away but he secretly misses you a lot too

He visits almost as much as Dante would

"Griffon, you can't be here", you scolded the bird. "Who said so? I'm just checking on you", he replied. "That's what you said yesterday", you reminded him. Griffon didn't answer, just snuggled up next to you.

Your poor roommate had to get accustomed to a giant bird coming in through the window almost every day very quickly.

On the day you had to go, all the familiars were out, hugging you and saying goodbye

Nightmare doesnt want to let you go but knows he has to

"Alright you three, they got to go", V says to his familiars. They whine but return to their master nonetheless. "We will miss you", V says, finally able to say his own goodbye. "I know you will", you reply. V pulls you in for a hug, one you know you'll miss. Reluctantly you let go of the man, getting one more kiss from him before jumping into the van. Griffon flies along side the van just to make sure you get there safe.

#dmc5 #dmc #devil may cry 5 #dante dmc5 #dmc nero #dmc vergil #dmc5 v #dante x reader #vergil x reader #nero x reader #v x reader #im not ready for college

[homosexualasstransbian]

im transfem/nonbinary and honestly the whole cutesy uwu anime girl puppy girl aesthetic is making me feel ill. i recently got harrassed by a cis woman chaser who saw the transflag in my bio and started talking to me in this really weird overly cutesy way and started flirting with me, i told her im taken and not interested and this is weird and she said something like "oki u silly transie, if u ever need a girly to do something for you im here, cuz nornal girls are boring" and then the next day she sent me some image of some anime girl w/ the caption "im not like other girls, i have a massive cock" and asked "this u?" and she was so weird and gross and overly cutesy. and like the fact im trans is part of me and im proud of it but i want to be seen as me, as a person, as smthn beyond arbitrary boxes. thats why im nonbinary, i dont wanna be forced into some made up vague perception of how i have to be and instead just be me and do my own thing. i dont label my sexuality either but im pretty sure im like pretty aromantic. greyromantic or whatever its called. and my sexuality i kinda tie together with my romantic attraction, so its often incredibly odd to me how prevalent sexual language and stuff is online and how weirdly its treated as smthn normal, especially in more queer communities. and when i feel terrible and get support online, ppl will say ooo ur pretty ooo ur cute dont be sad and downplay it when i need someone to talk to qnd need to be acknoledged beyond how i physically am, it makes me feel rlly objectified and like my only value is in the fact that i am trans and how i look, and its my only thing and the only way ppl refer to me and boil me down to. but i dont want to be some cutesy meme girl, i want ppl to acknowledge me and what i do and like and love and enjoy and hate and dislike and think and say, i want to be seen and understood regardless of and beyond my transness. because im a raw, living breathing human person thats infinitely complex, and i just wanna be me and do what i enjoy. i dont want my personality boiled down to superficial aspects of me that exists solely because outside society needed a label for it to ostrasize or fetishize it. im sorry for the long rant its just rlly frustrating, especially when you try to find communities and its just so weirdly sexual and condescending and objectifying 😭

hey unfortunately, i do not have the mental capacity to be able to read all of this and actually respond to it, i just lose 80% of the ask once I'm finished reading, so I'll just say: damn fuck that cis bitch.

While i get that after your experiences this "aesthetic" might make you feel ill, i really don't see why i should be told this.

I do not choose the way i present to other people because it's what i feel i should look or act like, i act however feels good to me. the reason my blog looks like this is because, put simply, i like it.

I may not be just a puppy, girl or gay, in fact the most accurate way to describe me would be "thing that should not be alive as far as anyone knows, but it persists, it's also a puppy that is a girl, a robot, a void and divine flesh"

but i go with my current aesthetic, username, and whatever else because they're the descriptions I'm most confident in, they make me feel nice, i love them.

I am quite literally a tranny girl faggot that acts like a puppy sometimes.

Sometimes i feel like I'm a shattered vessel built of divine flesh that's empty and yet so completely full.

Sometimes i wish my flesh melted away, permanently fusing me with the outer shell of a mech.

None of my identities are fully separate or stable, but they also feel distinct enough that i only choose one at a time (and even then sometimes they can split apart).

I don't act like this because i wanna be "haha silly cute trans girl that's an adorable puppy and is so so overly sexual", it's just what i act like, in general, if I don't worry about pretending to be someone else.

I guess put simply: if you don't like me: fucking leave, block me, get rid of me, i won't hold it against you, I'll continue to do what i like, the way i like doing it, because this is my blog.

i forgot where i was going with this post, y'all just get this really long one i guess.

[betterfettered]

Imagine this, Soft Yandere Diavolo and Soft Yandere Lucifer with soft, obedient, sweet, and emotional but accepting MC. Like, both demons are craving something or someone in their relationship, the feelings for MC were always there but they never acted upon them. They'll start seeing how sweet and compassionate she is and their feelings will grow and grow until one day they just decide she's theirs, and ultimately she'll be okay with it. Whenever she stays at HoL, she only listens to and obeys Lucifer. Mammon gambles too much? MC tells Lucifer. Beelzebub destroys the kitchen in his search for food? MC tells Lucifer. MC tells Lucifer any thing and everything. If she's with Diavolo? Screw his princely duties, they're together constantly. Lucifer, MC, And Diavolo though..... Poor MC will be sore and tired with them. It's apparent that there's many things that go on behind Diavolo's bedroom doors. :)

Hello friend!! I think this is a really interesting idea. It makes me think of how Lucifer and Diavolo are both kind of the only two people that keep a lid on the general chaos of the other brothers and the rest of the devildom. So once their level of obsession reaches this point, I think that things would start to kind of, fall apart around them? Which will likely have the effect of drawing them closer together as like an oasis in the desert of headaches.

To be honest, I don't see this ending well for MC LOLLLL. Firstly, there are some really powerful/high status demons that I dont think would tolerate Diavolo totally abandoning is princely duties and things getting chaotic, like Mephistopheles and Barbatos. Barbatos in particular is who I'd be worried about, because he's arguably more powerful than even Diavolo is and so I don't think it would be hard for him to get rid of you and then (over many years probs) convince Diavolo to focus again on ruling the kingdom. He's more likely to do this covertly and in the background so you wouldn't even suspect him until it's too late hahaha

On the other hand, as we see all the time in the game, the brothers can't really, like, survive without Lucifer holding them together. One of the brothers may decide to get rid of you (cough belphie cough) but actually I think its more likely that Lucifer decides to distance himself on his own will. He has the level of self control to do it and loves his brothers enough to sacrifice his own happiness in that way when he sees how they are suffering.

So our sweet cutie pie MC will either get got or get their heart broken LOLLL the threesomes were probably worth it though ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

#betty fetty #yandere x reader #yandere lucifer #yandere diavolo

[sugar-omi]

Incoming ramble I wanna hear you’re thoughts on this cause it’s been on my brain for a little bit and it’s got me in my feels

K so I forget if it’s in the step 3 prologue or in the Drive moment but either way when on the topic of Cove leaving for Nevada every now and again and choosing how your MC feels about it there’s the option to choose that it makes you sad and nervous specifically because the little 8 year old in you (who remember was probably HORRENDOUSLY lonely) was scared that Cove was gonna leave and never come back

Now that option alone already gets to me (cause I relate to it hard cough cough) but just imagine the MC actually confessing to Cove about that fear!! Obviously the MC doesn’t want to make Cove stop going cause yknow he’s literally going to see his own mom but MC also can’t deny that there’s that sad lonely little kid inside their head who just doesn’t want to be left alone again so they’re kinda just stuck in the dilemma. But soon enough after feeling well enough to admit it they finally tell Cove about it and get to actually work it out!!!

It just- AUGH ITS GOT ME EMOTIONAL MAN I CANT-

cove would actually feel so relieved omg bc it makes him sad too and he misses you, ofc ik he says that no matter what but I think he also worries abt leaving n nevering coming back

very traumatized from the move after his mom n dad divorced n he tried to run away bc he missed krya, yk 😟

reassures you that he'll always come back, and that if that did happen he'd prbly try to run away to see you LOL

would offer to take you with him!!! if you're dating ofc you need to work it out w his mom a bit more than necessary but she wouldn't mind if you stayed over or came to hang out w them

I imagine krya spends a Lotta time at work anyway since she can't be on leave the entire time he visits, so she'd be relieved that he has someone to keep him conpany

he talks abt you so much anyway, it's like you're basically there w them already

if you can't or don't want to go with him, he'd video call you sm more

sends lots of pictures n texts and voice messages

tells you basically everything abt his day and sends gm and gn texts

NO VOICE MESSAGES

omg...

coves sleepy, raspy voice saying "good morning" (

sounds like this, would even call you sunshine like sonny did!!!😭😭

I'm falling apart

mmm if he's gone a long time he'd prbly even come see you, or meet you half way

which is stressful bc he has a long drive but he would bc he's crazy abt you

omg gives you a shirt of his.

BUYS MATCHING SHIRTS

omg and asks you what you're wearing every day until you say that shirt n he wears it like "omg!!! what a coincidence!!!!" babe we know u did it on purpose PLEASE

sends you flowers

n by send you flowers I mean asks his dad to pick up some flowers and deliver them to you

sends his dad money too but cliff would prbly pay for them once or twice bc he thinks this is so chge n send the money back to cove so cove is like "dad!!!" n just makes an order on his card bc his dad is so stubborn😭😭

cliff is actually in love w your guys relationship he's so happy,,, pls

I should write some hc's on how cliff feels abt you guys dating bc my man's is so happy!!!! pls. OK anyway

OMG YOU VIDEO CALL N EAT TOGETHER

will ask what you're eating n have the same thing if he can

OMG HE PICKS UP ONE TIME AND HE'S RUNNING ACROSS THE STREET N HES LIKE "WAIT DONT EAT YET I GOTTA PICK UP THE FOOD"

n you can just see his chin, the sky and then it's like kinda black n then for some reason u can see the floor and then he's like "sorry" and he starts running back to his car AGAIN

and so he delicately places the phone down n is panting n just goes, "sorry. I'm ready now" *throws his head back* "omg gimme a minute... man. climbing thru your window really came in handy"

KISSES THE SCREEN

big "mmmmwaahhh!!!"

or tiny "mweh", no in between

falling asleep on the phone too

WOULD TUCK THE PHONE IN.. OMG STOP IT

he's totally normal abt you I swear

#olba #cove holden

[briefcasejuice]

I recently saw someone say that Matt 'pretending' to be blind was unethical and while I dont agree with that, (I think it's a necessary part of staying safe as a powered individual in marvels universe, regardless of if youre using those lies to cover up being a vigilante) it got the gears going. Matt often does things he has no need to do, like: When Matt pats an area to 'find' something, bumps into something intentionally, or purposefully ignores things being handed to him. He uses these to help keep his other senses a secret. Makes you wonder how ethical it is to push a false image of yourself, no matter your reason for doing it.

Wanted to hear your thoughts: Is it okay to continuously lie to protect your image?

->[EC]

i know this isn't what you were perhaps implying but just to be clear, matt is not pretending to be blind to any extent. he still needs his cane, he still wears his glasses because his eyes don't work and that can make sighted people uncomfortable, he still needs to use braille and screen reader applications; he can't see. even with his powers quite possibly the only two reasons he's able to do what he does is because he's smart enough (smart as fuck, honestly) to fashion sensory information he receives into a mental map and because stick found him and taught him how to navigate the world as a blind person.

there are definitely more examples but this is something frequently made explicitly clear in daredevil runs, especially the more recent ones. he isn't pretending to do anything, to some extent he'll do okay without certain aids but he is still blind.

a lot of the things you've listed aren't things he does just to keep his identity secret, he genuinely needs to do so because his radar sense or mental map isn't perfect. having hyper sensitive hearing is just as much of a disability as his blindness in a lot of moments (like he'll get distance, weight, shape etc. wrong very frequently) and he does use bumping into things to orient himself and his surroundings. not to mention other habits like running his hands over walls and furniture or creating a small sound to understand his surroundings.

matt does not use his habits as a blind person to keep his secret identity. sure they work but a lot of smaller things a sighted person wouldn't notice because they're used to such habits. after regaining his secret identity in soule's run, his experiences with once again living a life where he is superpowerless to everyone in his life is very well taken account for. the only habit i remember being dramatised or 'acted' was acting unaware about his surroundings when he did indeed know what was going on (knowing what other people were doing in a room, knowing when someone was coming etc.). there were other times when his blindness was indeed an explicit disability - he fails to disarm a bomb at one point and has to ask someone about a signal blindspot is trying to send him because he can't see what is on a phone screen.

so no, to some extent the blindness of matt murdock is not faked or false for the upkeep of his secret identity so at no point can it be seen as unethical.

and to answer the question 'is it okay to continuously lie to protect your image?' matt doesn't lie about his secret identity for his own benefit. sure, it comes in handy in strange ways but he does it to keep his loved ones safe. apart from the more career and life ending threats - losing his ability to practice law, villains coming after him - waid's run is excellent about portraying the weird inconveniences of having a public identity and his loved ones being extremely vulnerable is the top storyline and matt's main worry in waid's second run.

i've just realized i've been talking about comic!matt this entire time but essentially the same goes for live action!matt. something i will never forgive marvel's daredevil for is that flashback conversation matt has with karen. matt just seems so unlike himself (i used to excuse it as it being because it's a flashback but it takes place before the defenders and matt is nothing like that at the end of s2 and the same for the beginning of the defenders) in the first part of the conversation and don't even get me started on the fact that he just up and says everything's an act. it shits on everything the past 2 seasons had established about his blindness and how it relates to his powers. my answer to your question is also doubled down for this iteration of matt, even moreso since live action!matt is a lot more protective and careful with his secret identity.

again, my apologies if you genuinely didn't mean to undermine matt's disability, his blindness but it is such a problem in this fandom right above hating matt for the way he responds to situations due to trauma.

#hopefully this doesn't sound passive aggressive but im was so annoyed when i originally read this #how can u either watch an entire show where someone is blind #dismiss the fact that they're blind just to complain about the fact that they're blind #unheard of #thanks for this ask anon im sorry if i didn't answer this generally enough but literally all that's ever in my head is matt so #gabs' asks #id in alt text

[majorasnightmare]

i got 2 (two) likes from beloved mutuals so that counts as encouragement i think ANYWAYS

everyone loves elden ring waifus and besides ranni i think the biggest victim of waifuization is melina, which i mean makes its own kind of sense because shes your guiding maiden etc etc but where i draw the line is sexy fanart because genuinely, GENUINELY

i dont think melina knows what sex is

this got long so apologies for no readmore im on mobile

like she knows children are born. she knows children come from mothers, and that her own manner of existence (burned, bodyless) is unusual

but i also think that an int build tarnished could convince her of Stork Theory with a solid enough argument

like. lets be honest here. melina is WEIRD okay. shes weird and thats part of her charm. she speaks weirdly formally like all the time despite also clearly considering your tarnished a close friend, but that can be chalked up to how melina rly is one of those "married to their job" type people. like her offscreen arc is coming to terms with her own predetermined purpose and finding her own meaning in that (by recontextualizing it outside its intended purpose) but thats really like ALL she thinks about, is her job. she guides you, she provides you with wisdom thru the words of marika, and then she goes to the erdtree and to the giants forge! and anytime anything OUTSIDE that happens, she gets genuinely confused

when boc sits by the grace crying about his mom, melina literally pulls you aside and asks if thats normal. she couches nearly everything she talks about in Grandiose Metaphor INCLUDING aforementioned child talk! (her plea by the three fingers grace, and her talk about boc crying ala "is it normal for people born of a mother to be. Like That. tarnished?")

she isnt NORMAL shes some vessel of Divine Duty struggling with personhood and Ideological Opinions and the mundanities of life confuse the fuck out of her because shes so used to thinking about The Grand Design that she genuinely doesnt have any fuckin idea what "normalcy" is

in the cut content for the mimic tear questline, when you LITERALLY have a goo parasite living INSIDE YOUR BODY, melina responds to the foreign presence by ONCE AGAIN pulling you aside and asking you if thats NORMAL. "did you... want that, to happen???" she asks, as if people choose to host shapeshifting blasphemy oozes the same way i choose to be brand loyal to skullcandy headphones with built in mic. people crying because they miss their dead mom and ur sworn partner in crime rolling up with a blood parasite yoinked from a forsaken city register the same level of confusion from her.

stop posting sexy melina art, she isnt dtf she does NOT know HOW children happen, only that they DO (and its a good thing! people having families is good, probably, she thinks).

less horny melina, more melina being a fucking weirdo. melina doesnt pose in lingerie, she sits in ur apartment and rummages thru ur pantry before cautiously mixing four loko and vanilla extract into cup noodles and asking you to try it when you get home to carefully note the results and wax poetic about the ability to eat. if you run a faith build or just carry Flames Cleanse Me, theres a solid case of evidence that she might not realize Poison Kills People. she operates on spectrum extremes and not even in the normal range. melina sees you cut urself chopping onions and goes to cast a max power erdtree heal because your bleeding, but then when you say its fine assumes that blood just comes out of people sometimes and thinks you can tank a waterfowl dance without worry

further evidence: her only known source of companionship before meeting your tarnished is the fucking horse. she talked to the horse, regularly, and values the horses opinions on important moral dilemmas, and also refers to the horses opinion on deciding who to hitch her chain to on the matter of Deciding The Fate Of The World. like, same, but you cant make the argument that thats comprehensive socialization

#elden ring #elden ring melina #melina #posting this in the main tags to force people to look at it. #im right btw im not taking criticism on this you CAN convince melina babies are delivered via stork #it isnt any weirder than the turtle pope or radahns comically small horse #also. melina 🤝 radahn about deciding the entire course of ur life based on ur attachment to Horsie #dont leave her alone with ur blender melina is just gonna throw all the leftovers from ur fridge in there and make u drink it

[delusional-cannibal]

Help me get my baby cremated

Sorry all it's a spange/ vent post

he/him btw

Tw medical mistreatment, pregnancy, abortion/miscarrige?

TLDR: hospital messed up, had to lose my baby, have to figure out creamation

Hey so I'm not really sure on how to do this so I'l start when I got sick

I got sick around september last year. (constant vomiting lasting over a week happening 20 hours a day, unable to eat or drink) with many trips to after hours and the ED constant tests and being put on IV drips they said it was some type of hyperemesis and to food diary ect

From then I'm on new meds and am coping better with an attack every few weeks lasting a week (sometimes lining up with menstration sometimes not) Still in hospital at least once but up to 4 times a month ( usually in the same week)

So march I come in very sick they do bloods and pee tests and check everything, they say I'm probably either too stressed or I have bulimia. (Ive had mental health issues in the past but I know when I'm getting bad with my eating and I had been doing a lot better)

April I come in 3 times and again lots of bloods taken and other samples given ect. I must be stressed or disordered

May I come in twice and again tests and again "theres nothing wrong with you, youre stressing yourself out

June I come in and they tell me I am 3 month pregnant. There are blood test results from early April saying I was pregnant but because the pee stick tests were all negative,no one,,,,, checked,, my bloods,, for 3 months.

I find that out on sunday the 11th. They show me ultrasounds, they refer to it as a baby and a child multiple times. They then tell me I wont be able to have him. I'm no where near well enough to make it to term and I would most likely not be able to carry him without high risk of still birth. On monday I get a rough phone call saying they can see me for surgery on thursday. I was 13 week and 4 days so 3 more days and I would have had to wait until it got worse and probably have to stillbirth/false labour. So i had the surgery and now I am left here feeling hollow and wrong with a jar in my freezer that would have been my son.

I dont know if I would have kept him or adopted him but this is not what i wanted, epecially not being this far along.

I am absolutely pro abortion/prochoice and if i had only been a month or so or if i hadnt seen him that then would have been the choice for me. But being over a third of the way and being told "Hey you're a third there! but you cant do it even if you want it bad enough" was just gut wrenching.

A friend will be helping me complain but thats the last thing on my mind. Like just a week ago i was worried about watering the plants i had been neglecting for a speel and this week I am trying to figure out how to organize and pay for my babys cremation.

How does life even do these thing man?

Like I've had a rough time as it is with CSA and being homeless for periods, but the csa court case was mostly over, and i had found a nice person, and am living in the first house where i haven't been mistreated and I'm making a home and tmi but i had sex for the first times since i was assulted last year and it had only been a few times with condoms each time and they day after pill when one broke? And then this, like I was just getting my life back and now i get to watch it fall apart again.

Sorry for the rant, thanks everyone

my paypal is [email protected] I'm from nz so we dont have the venmos/cashapps

and

https://givealittle.co.nz/cause/help-me-get-my-sweet-boy-cremated

#spange #give a little #hannibal #vent #helpp pls #not hannibal #abortion #miscarriage #pregnancy