#rooting for them fr

[highhhfiveee]

safety net [p2] (pornstar!mike schmidt x reader)

part one: 💸 | part three: 📹

are we excited???? prepare your hearts cause the feels kinda took over

tags: fluff, lots of internal pining, porn mentions but nothing graphic. mike and reader are both genuine people and that draws them to each other. should be error free bc i actually proofread this one but if there are any, my sincerest apologies

“you have to be, like, evading taxes or something.”

mike chuckles behind you as he closes the door to his apartment--sorry, penthouse.

you're stood with your jaw unhinged, eyes scanning over the wide, sweeping space of his open concept living room and all of the furniture that decorates it, expensive-looking but cozy in a way that you wish you could replicate in your own place. you stalk over to tall windows that line the farthest wall, creating a corner that allows for you to see the bustling city below; all of the flashing lights, people drunkenly stumbling around street signs, and cars zipping and weaving through traffic.

you'd never seen anything like this, just a girl used to the urban suburbs on the south side of town, and your cheeks flush with embarrassment when you feel mike's presence behind you. you don't turn to him, dropping your shoes and purse to the ground and keeping your eyes trained on a street corner below.

"the view's what sold me on the place. i'm able to watch the sunrise on that side," he points to the windows on the other side of the kitchen, offering a view of the green space nestled in between skyscrapers. "and the sunset on this one."

"must be nice," you reply, backing away from the glass and observing the rest of the space. it was the size of, like, three of your apartments combined, organized and free of mess. "i only have a view of a corner store, and a really really busy bus stop. it's super annoying."

"where do you live?"

you give him the name of the neighborhood you'd known your whole life. you didn't recognize any of the area's flaws when you were a child. it was never a red flag to you that the street off of the one you grew up on had two storefronts of the same fast food chain on either end, or that the closest supermarket was twenty minutes away. you hadn't even batted an eye when some of your school “friends” would tell you about visiting gourmet cupcake restaurants and vintage consignments stores. you just went along with it, saying, "that's so cool. the fanciest place by my house is the $7.99 buffet." they all laughed at you.

it wasn't until you were older, freshly graduated from high school and looking to be on your own that you realized the disparity across the region. only people with certain attributes got the nice things, and you'd been conditioned to be grateful to have a daycare in a plaza with a smoke shop and tax preparation office.

"it's just too expensive for me to move anywhere else. i can barely make rent now, with the way they keep raising it every year. kept the tag on this dress just so i could take it back." you look down at yourself and mike can see the longing in your eye, the twinkle in them that wishes you could hang it up in your closet tomorrow.

after tonight, you kind of wish you hadn't bought it at all. you thought that simon would’ve found it insatiable, wining and dining you before taking you back to his place for a night cap, but all you think about now is the embarrassment of walking back into the luxury department store, handing them your receipt for the item you wore once and couldn’t keep.

it fills you with distaste and you find yourself desperate to peel the item off your skin. “is it okay if i shower?”

mike nods furiously, apologizing for not offering. he’d just been staring at you while you talked, admiring you. he was used to people with perfect appearances around him, done up by professionals that costed $200 an hour, but you were different, uncaring about your unruly curls and smeared eyeliner. you were unbothered and carefree, and that fascinated him.

he leads you down a long hall, coming to a stop once it forks into three different directions: left, right, and slightly diagonal right. the walls are lined with paintings and photos of mike and people that share his features, and at the end of the diagonal path is a giant trophy case, filled to the brim with plaques and trophies of various sizes, shapes, and finishes.

“jesus,” you murmur, abandoning your escort. mike’s walked ahead of you, but he makes his way back when he notices you’re not behind him.

“everything okay?”

you point to his trophy case, letting out an incredulous laugh. “are all of those for you?”

mike nods, and you laugh again, shaking your head in disbelief. “okay, so you’re obviously some sports star because no way someone living like this wouldn’t be.”

mike goes rigid next to you. he never knew how to bring up his career to new people he met, sometimes ping-ponging between “i work for a world-renown production company” and “i’m an entrepreneur”. he had no problem lying to other people, his guard all the way up from years of rejection and disgust at the mention of “sex worker” and “pornstar”, but something felt wrong about lying to you. he swallows hard, racking his mind for a semi truth.

“not sports, but definitely still physical.” you scrunch your nose at this, blinking at him in confusion, but you stop when he grabs your hand and nudges his head in the direction of the bathroom. “didn’t you want to shower?”

you nod, allowing him to pull you down the hall but not without a second glance at the case. what other physical career presented you with that many awards?

the bathroom is a star in it's own right, modern in a way that you fawn over when you're watching hgtv. the gigantic, complicated looking shower invites you from the corner, nestled in between the gadget-rigged toilet and garden bathtub.

all of the decor in here was clean, pale blue, a nice offset to all of the white tile and gold-accented appliances.

you're half-listening, your conscience replaced with static as mike explains where everything is. "so...towels are over here..."

his shower had a rainforest head and a small, handheld one clipped into a holder, with a screen embedded into the wall. there was a bench and railing to hold onto, a speaker on the back tile....your eyes cut to the toilet, and the smaller one next to it. a bidet??????

"...and, the bidet remote's right next to the soap. i'll lay some clothes out for you on the hall table, but let me know if you need anything, okay?" you react a little too late, raising your hand and squeaking, "wait" right as mike's backed out of the room.

"fuck."

you try to look around for things, eventually finding the towels in a closet concealed as a part of the wall and, as a bonus, a knob to turn on the heated floor?????

you strip down, completely bare under the dress, and fold it up, retail employee coded, delicately placing it by the sink with the tag on top. it was exactly how you'd return it, with a shitty excuse and plastic smile. you do the same with mike's jacket.

you throw your hair up before wrapping yourself in the towel, delicately cloaked in what had to be egyptian cotton, and pace on over to the shower. you tap the daunting screen, and it lights up with a flourish, displaying the date, time, weather, and a host of different icons.

you don't know why it's so hard for you to turn the shower on, scrolling and bumbling through a collection of options that weren't simply turn on. why did you need to use a screen anyway? why reinvent the simple wheel that was a faucet lever?

you decide you need mike's help after a bit, though self-conscious about having to ask after he probably told you earlier. you splash cool water on your face before leaving the room, attempting to wring the anxiety out of your body.

you're at the fork in the hallway again, the view of you obscured from the living room by a wall, and you turn your attention to mike's trophy case again. you're too far to see any of the engravings on anything and you're so curious to find out what they say.

you feel your muscles attempt to pull you down the lonely hall, but you halt, reminding yourself that mike was a kind person who'd invited you into his home, and you were supposed to be showering, not snooping. still, even with the moment of morality, untrustworthy interest prodded at your brain.

mike's exiting his room with a handful of clothes for you when he catches you, arms wound around yourself to keep your towel up. you haven't seen him yet, your gaze fixed on something down the hall. he gulps softly, unaware that he would see you like this so early in your connection. your long neck cranes forward to see better, and he prematurely wonders if you're sensitive there, mind swirling with musings of bites and marks.

"something wrong?" you jolt, blinking and stammering and damn near jestering as you attempt to defend yourself. mike doesn't look at you with malice or cynicism, simply stepping closer as your eyes flitter around. "i, uh...i need help with the shower. i don't know how to turn it on."

mike huffs, squinting his eyes at you jovially. "that the only thing?" fuck.

you drop your shoulders with a deep sigh, throwing a pointed finger down the hall. "i also wanna know why you have all those awards." there's a small, almost undetectable change in mike's face, his eye twitching. you watch him shrug it off, placing a hand on your shoulder to lead you back to the bathroom. "i'll explain after you shower."

you're puzzled as to why he's so cagey about it, but you don't question it, accepting his statement and finally listening to him as he explains what to do

you're alone again after he sets the clothes down and leaves. he took your dress, easing you with "just going to hang it up. no worries" and a sheepish smile, and you're eager, ready to hear about what he does and how he's able to afford all this, including this shower that provides you with the best shower you think you've ever taken.

you're able to get the water to the perfect temp, scalding, with the perfect amount of pressure to sting your skin and make you feel clean. you wash away all of your worries; thoughts of keeping a roof over your head, being okay, and finding a genuine connection extinguished with the hum of soft jazz and lather of ylang ylang scented soap.

you lotion yourself with one of the various creams on mike's counter, soothed by the powder smell, and slip into the clothes you're provided--a pair of soft, heart-covered boxers and a university t-shirt, faded into burgundy from countless washes.

mike's sitting on the couch, scrolling aimlessly on his phone when the the demure pitter patter of your feet sounds against the floors, and he swears he almost dies when he sees you.

maybe it hadn't been totally random when he chose the clothes for you, deciding to give you two of his favorite items so he could see how they looked on you. the shirt, very lived in and from his alma mater, skirted your thighs and covered up his boxers, draping over your lithe body in a way that made his mouth go dry.

"okay," you call, dropping beside him on the couch. the wispy hairs around your hairline frame your clean face, guiding his attention to the smattering of dark moles around your eyes and temples. "tell me. what are all of those awards for?"

"do you want some water or something?" he interrupts, and while you accept, you furrow your eyebrows at him. he gets up with the swiftness of a nascar pit crew, and you hold your gaze on him, pivoting your body as he moves.

"mike, c'mon, what gives? you can trust me."

his back is towards you, filling a glass with water from the filtered water faucet. he hunches at your baffled tone, your voice all soft and downcast.

he wants to scream because it's so easy to just come out and tell you what he does. you didn't say anything at the restaurant, but maybe you'd put two and two together when he finally told you truth, remembering a thumbnail from the porn site of your choosing. he wasn't ashamed---nowhere near that. he'd been in the industry almost a decade, moving past the internalized and societally-imposed scrutiny he felt for his career. it was other people that were ashamed, other people that turned their nose up at him because of what they assumed he was; sleazy, devious, a player. he'd had so many connections blow over because of it, and he wasn't sure he'd be able to handle that happening with you.

you just stare at his back, watching it rise and fall with every laboured breath he takes. what was so bad about what he did that he couldn’t just tell you? he was obviously good at whatever it was, and you wondered if it was a front for something. maybe he disarmed you with his nice guy act, and he lured you here to kill you an—-

the clink of glass on glass brings you back to reality. mike is beside you again, staring blankly ahead while he wrings his hands.

“i’m a pornstar,” he utters plainly. he squeezes his eyes shut, expecting you to make a noise of disgust or get up and leave, but you don’t.

he opens one eye, and then both. you’re staring at him with no concrete expression, lips pursed. he closes his eyes again, counting in his head before opening them once more.

you’re still there, and it almost makes him cry.

“that checks out,” you muse. you’re fairly non reactive, but not because his admission freaks you out. you’re thinking back to the awards, the sheer amount of them in that case, and how good he really must be at what he does. “why didn’t you want to tell me?”

he runs a hand through his hair, melting into his couch with boyish reserve. his eyes are a mixed bag, bouncing between relief and despair. “people run every time i tell them. lots of them act like i just told them i killed their childhood pet and it's just so...disheartening, y'know?

"i just don't get it because it's just like any other job. you work, fucking hard, because you want to perform at your best, just like anyone else. the stigma around it never goes away, no matter how hard you try to convince people. they think you get around outside of it, having sex every second of every day, or that you're gonna mess around with your coworkers and give them something. it's like the trust level is in hell before you're even able to prove yourself." you scoot closer to mike without a word and place your hands over his. his rings are cold against your palm.

it's a gentle gesture. the airy smile you give pacifies him and he swears he's never felt anything like what he feels now.

"i'm not here to judge you, mike. i never will. sex work is a completely valid career, just like anything else. i'm sorry about all those shitty people who made assumptions about you."

"no need to apologize," he whispers, adjusting his hands so that they cradle yours now. you tilt your head down bashfully, lashes fluttering. "all those times led me here."

you two chat for a long while. mike tells you all about the production company he works for, how he got into the business, what his work schedule's like, the community of other stars that he works with, his stage name. you can tell he's passionate about it, lost in his rambles and talking with his hands. certain words segue your convo into other topics, like books and food and pop culture. you two have a lot more than coffee in common.

"i was surprised you didn't recognize me, honestly. not in a douchey way, but just because everyone does. it's usually the first thing they come up to me with." you could only imagine, being approached with "i've come to all of your work" in the condiment aisle at the grocery store.

"i don't watch professional porn really. too staged for me."

"i get that. i think you'd like our content. we really found a good balance between professional quality and ethical, genuine, safe fun."

you try to stay nonchalant, not wanting to betray the fact that you're itching to watch something of his work. "that's really nice. i bet you have quite the catalog."

"almost ten years worth so, yeah, i'd say," he chuckles, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth. "enough about me though. what do you do for work?"

"nothing as exciting and well-paying as porn. i type letters and numbers into a computer in a cubicle. it barely pays the bills, but i've worked in too many customer service jobs to ever go back." mike agrees. you're about to say something else when you're interrupted by a yawn, unhinging your jaw like an animal. you quickly cover your mouth, muttering, "jeez. sorry." you didn't realize it, but you were tired, exhausted from the night you had.

"it's okay, it is pretty late." he checks the time on his phone and turns it to you. 2:23 am. had you two really been talking on this couch for 3 hours? "i can show you to the guest room if you're tired. i have a shoot tomorrow anyway so i should get to bed too."

"sure," you whisper, grabbing his hand when he extends it to you. he pulls you to your feet like you weigh nothing at all, and you tail behind him like a lovesick puppy.

you're feeling that tingly ball of warmth in your stomach, the one you've felt with every person you thought you'd marry. you usually indulge in it, but with mike, it scares you. why do you feel like this after one night with a man you barely even know?

it's rash and inappropriate, you decide, and you're still convincing yourself as you slide under the black satin sheets and duvet on mike's king sized guest bed. you recline on the satin-covered pillows, sinking into the memory foam. it's a nice departure from your noisy childhood mattress back at home.

"do you have work tomorrow?" you shake your head, and mike claps his hands together with a cheer.

"yay. i'll be leaving around 8 or so, but feel free to sleep in and hang around as long as you want. the remote for the blinds is right there, i'll put a toothbrush out for you, and there's all kinds of food in the kitchen. help yourself. just let me know when you're leaving so i can lock the door."

your eyes squint. "you're gonna lock the door after i leave?"

mike nods, smiling excitedly and geekily diving into his rationale. "mhm, i have a smart lock. i can do it from my phone."

you're so tired that the words just foolishly tumble out of your mouth. "you must have great dick."

mike lets out a laugh that's a blend of flattered, nervous, and amused and you're both red-cheeked and flustered. "i am so fucking sorry, i, uh..y--" you stammer over all of your words, finally able to wrench out, "a smart lock just sounds expensive."

mike stares you down with fascination, backing towards the door. "watch the videos and find out for yourself, yeah?" he winks at you, and you gulp so loudly you're sure he hears. "goodnight, y/n. sleep well.”

"you too,” you croak.

you're out like a light once he leaves, but not before telling yourself to put up a new sticky note at home: “watch mike's porn."

you awake what feels like days later, refreshed and made anew. you click on the remote for the curtains, and they rise slowly, flooding the room with rich early afternoon sun. the clock on the nightstand reads 12:38 pm.

you hop to your feet and make your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face before stalking to the living room. it's filled with light, and you think about how you'd probably never be depressed living in a place like this.

a box, red and moderately sized, sits upon the kitchen counter. you think you should ignore it, but as you get closer, you see a paper with your name scrawled across it. you like your name in mike's voice and handwriting.

you pull up the lid and inside is your dress from last night with the tag missing, two fat wads of hundred dollar bills, and another note that reads, “you deserve to feel beautiful and pay your rent <3 call this number when you're ready to go home. -m”.

in this moment, you're 100% positive that you're falling in love.

wow wow wow wow. they are so fucking CUTE! i love themmmmmmm <3 hopefully this tides y'all over for a bit because i need to outline the rest of their story, and i wanna work on some other stories for a little bit 💜 more parts are definitely coming, have no fear!

i'd also like to say that while i use y/n in my stories, reader is typically a character that i'm inventing. using your own name and likeness while you read is totally fine, of course! i just use y/n as a placeholder name for my reader character bc i don't feel like coming up with character names all the time <3 sorry if that doesn't make sense 💔

i hope you all enjoyed! happy reading my seedlings 🌱💜

faire's seedlings ✿

@leahdhopkins4321-@pyr0-kai-@angstywhore-@sunazroo-@nyxthoughtsss-@mirophobic-@fayethor-@marixsimps-@regretfulme-@ithinkitszeph-@707xn-@cattt777-@violetta-ximena-@amnesia33-@topnerd03-@fastnights-@laprvphette-@savage-aespa-@mfdxz

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #mike schmidt fluff #fnaf #fnaf movie #fnaf fic #faire is writing stuff #faire's (pornstar) mike schmidt <3 #they are so fucking cute #like omg #i get the feels from them and they're my characters #rooting for them fr #josh hutcherson

[phthaloazzurro]

Izzy: so are you a top or a bottom?

Steve: I'm a threat 🔪

Ed: he's a bottom

#ofmd #our flag means death #i cant find the original video for reference #its so surprising how much izzy genuinely ships these two #rooting for them fr

[vanweezer]

jims and cores and a clown. and horsies

#corey taylor #jim root #lookit me using main tags like im grown #expect to see more of them as ponies i kinda grew crazy attached to them. stone saddle ? saddle sour. idk #artings #corey #jim #not tagging this with any bands as i have yet to appreciate stone sour fr 💔 i am no poser #HOWEVER! just got come what(ever) may on cd and i am stoked to give it a lil spin #shawn #just bc hes there LOL #local guy with clown phobia (me) has a lot of fun drawing scary goopy clown #also the third drawing made me and nate die laughing. jim-jam and pudding and their marble-esque eyes #🧋 <- is it worth it ?

[nyxi-pixie]

vecna hiding in wills head deciding to pause before saying 'thats my friend. mike' to add drama to the dramatic romance show hes somehow got a front seat ticket to:

#do you see the vision #like hes just sit in wills brain in s2 quietly shipping bc hes rooting for them fr #hes BORED in the ud #byler must have been the most entertaining thing for a while for that dude #i know he was invested🙄 #byler #why do i make the vecna is a byler shipper joke like once a month #its gonna get old #not yet tho HA BITCHES TAKE MORE OF MY SHITTY JOKES👹👹👹

[axelein]

Do you think Rose was part of the Albert Hate Club or do Frank and Leonard would have to wait for her to leave the room to start talking shit about him bc I can just imagine the absolutely rambunctious stories they had to tell about him

#rusty lake #i just know they had things to say about him #they were chatting SHIT the first time they met fr #also i haven't played underground blossom yet so if it has lore about them i dont mind mild spoilers #albert vanderboom #rusty lake roots #rose vanderboom #frank vanderboom #leonard vanderboom

[lasdelaintuicion]

everybody who talks about sex as something everybody (and they almost always mean men) is entitled to, can be discriminated FROM or can achieve social justice through others giving it to them, should kill themselves 🩷 women arent a resource or consolation prize that society owes you

#just saw a video of a male influencer saying asian girls are like republicans cuz they say its fucked up he doesn't get laid bcuz hes asian #(doubtful thats the reason tbh) but afterwards 'they don't wanna do anything about it but send prayers'🤢 rapey as hell #the commenters were full on sob stories about how sad it is #that women wont have sex with them. how it's hurt their self esteem and whatever which... sure #but painting women as villains for having bodily autonomy and not having sex with somebody. as if thats the pinnacle of racism #and honestly if not getting laid was the pinnacle of racist social desirability standards instead of actual discrimination #then it wouldn't be a problem at all. youd just be ugly. #and the anger towards girls who date either only within or outside their ethnicity is always rooted in sexist entitlement. men need to be #weeded out fr <3 their self centered sexism will never be separated from their overall ideologies #unless they face real life consequences

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Comte Drama CD Translations, Track Seven: "To You Who Are So Lovely" - Ending

I'm not a professional yada yada yada, these are just my rough transcriptions of each track in the CD because I need fodder for my simping.

This one reads a bit like a love letter left for MC, it's another sweet one:

…Indeed, the sand in the hourglass has fallen. It appears my day with you is over. (I'M DISTRAUGHT TOO DW BEAUTIFUL) In this way, every moment trickles into another ceaselessly…yes, forever. Even now as I say it, the word “forever” drives a painful wedge in my heart. I often wonder at the essence, the weight that word carries--so often spoken with admiration and yearning by humankind.

I think this is the first time in my life I ever went "philosopher (affectionate)" 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I could listen to him all day [contented sigh]

I know very well…just how heartbreaking it is. I was shaken by that never-ending, pathless darkness…until you gave me the hope of “now.” A vampire who lives forever, and a woman who lives a finite life, hoping for a better tomorrow. I’m not sure what will become of my love for you that sprouted at the boundary between “forever” and “now.” …But I promise you this. I will never let you go. When I give you eternal love… Let’s spend that time together.

Man the way I act up when I hear fictional man say "I will never let you go" [INSERT LOUD BARKING] it's a promise, Abel 🥺💜

It may turn out to be a bumpy road…but, don’t worry. We’ll take every step of the way hand-in-hand. When I get lost…you’re so kind and strong It makes me sure that if we do ever get lost, we’ll worry about it together, and find answers together. Like a waltz, let’s take each other’s hands…and live together.

Okay all my usual court jester energy aside, I really am so fond of this motif throughout his stories. This idea that being in a relationship is about being there for each other, about promising the other will never be alone. I guess they really just embody what marriage is at its best, for me? Like not necessarily that there's only one way to be married, but that it should be about helping each other and caring about each other? Building a life and sharing that happiness, an enduring love that grows the more two people are together.

Holding hands and dancing, I'm so...

And one day, I’m sure I will… …I’m sure that I’ll turn you into a vampire. At that time, let’s live together forever. From the moment I met you that day, in Paris of the 21st century…it felt like the frozen hands on the clock of my life began to move. I was determined that I would never fall in love with a human again. I was moved by your pure and single-minded thoughts, and I wanted your love. A year later, ten years later, one hundred years of accumulating this “now” I’ve received from you… In the far distant future, I want to see you beside me. I found you in eternity…I love you, and I will dedicate my pureblood life to your fate--

If y'all need me I will be wasting away, ty--

"In the far distant future, I want to see you beside me." I WANT THAT TOO, GORGEOUS

Man the way my brain is just so: the only kind of man I want is one that can go "I wanted your love 🥺👉👈" and "I wanted her blood to run down my mouth." AT THE SAME TIME

It's about the multi-faceted yearning 🤌🏼

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp comte #ikevamp mc #he is the sweetest????? wtf #i swear if i saw a letter like this left for me i would probably actually die of cuteness #the way he's just so '🥺👉👈tg?' #and im just resisting every urge to TACKLE him like 'YES OF COURSE TG FOREVER' #aight but fr comte and mc are def that couple that exchanges love letters unironically #not like every day but once in a while when they're Really Feeling It #am i mushy and ridiculous? probably #but i am cringe and i am free #i cant hear you over the sound of me clutching comte's letter to my chest like some kind of Austen protagonist #okay but why do i see leo being nosy just to get a rise out of him and rooting through comte's drawers #and nearly finds them #but comte grabs him by the scruff of the neck and throws him out #no cigarillos for our boy for a week bad kitty (poor leonardo) #the letters were subsequently concealed in an ornate box he hid in [location censored] #brain: hol'up. no he'd leave all the mushy letters out just to fk with leo but the raunchy ones are def going in the special box #me: my god...psychological warfare... #comte: emotional vulnerability gives him hives; it's equivalent to watching a person with lactose intolerance eat ice cream on purpose #me: KJHLGHJFDSJHFJADHLGDHFJKSGLHJK #honestly idc what mc says watching these two squabble is legit the best full time job out there #comte propaganda #fangdad propaganda #baguettosaurus

[strawberrystepmom]

mind has rotated to kakashi today and all i can think about is how resistant he is to you doing things for him until he figures out you’re doing them bc you care for him and want to alleviate his stress rather than trying to yank control of his life from him

#I have always hc’d kakashi has having anxiety rooted control issues (just like me fr!!!!) and as exhilarating as falling in love would be #for him there’s also the terror of: how do I share myself with someone else how do I relinquish my fine tooth comb #bc I know he’s nothing if not structured and disciplined and self sufficient so giving that up feels like too much at first #but you make him dinner with a smile you fold his clothes and hang them out to dry #you fold the edges of his comforter just how he likes bc you know it’s comfortable to him not bc you have to

[vermillioncrown]

stinkiest little scowl on the fattest little cheeks, dickolas + hair gel ain't comin' within one zip code of him anymore

#on tpac #tpac.jpeg #phd-verse #phd.jpeg #verm scribbles #idk i think i'm getting legit sorta slightly better at doodling? #when i'm trying #i did do a lot of doodling over the past week #(but i still stay humble and fr i don't really know how to draw okay okay okay) #something about suiting lines (when i try) are easier to capture vs normal clothes #but god i cannot draw a hoodie #(he's usually in a hoodie + dress shirt + tie after school) #very avril lavigne of him (he never forgot his roots lol) #sweater vest szn upcoming & he plopped a little gotham academy patch that blends with the neckline ribbing for the charm #you might be thinking. ''all of the adult doodles of him have glasses. when does he get them?'' #oh. just wait. soon.

[bawawawawaguitarsolofuckyeah]

Look I really want Adam to still be present in season 2 because like- his history with Lucifer, Lilith, and Eve (Roo) is something we HAVE to explore.

Lucifer literally bagged BOTH of Adam's wives. One created equally to him (whom i bet he did love, because she was all he had), and another who was specifically made FOR him (whom i really believe he loved with all his heart) to reproduce and fill the earth.

If Hazbin Hotel is gonna follow the Bible story, Adam and Eve had to leave the garden and fought to survive. Working and fending for themselves against a world now cursed with sin and suffering. All they had were each other (bro did adam know eve and lucifer fucked?), and when they had their sons, one killed the other and the one who lived was banished by God.

They multiplied and multiplied and Adam + Eve had to witness the cruelty and madness their own bloodline inflicted against one another. The pain, the bloodshed, the apathy, all of it.

Of course, there were moments of wonder, discovery, and love. Times that Adam would hold dearly in his heart. I know he loves unconditionally, because he was made to do so. He's a family man, a husband, a father. He's the original dick. And i think all those magical moments were what made watching humanity fall deeper and deeper hurt even more.

If lucifer is ashamed and heartbroken from what humans did with free will, i do think adam also is ashamed and heartbroken. Because (technically) they are all his children. And he led the fucking exterminations. Did he choose to? Or was this a punishment? Both? (Do you think he had to kill cain?-)

But lucifer's situation is much more sadder because he never got to witness the good and the beauty of what came out from free will. His will to dream crushed, just as his heart was when he was banished from the very place he called home. His punishment for dreaming was to be the king of the very people who abused the free will he gave to them.

At least adam got to see the amazing discoveries humans found, the creations they invented, and the goodness that was left inside people. And got to stay in heaven.

Lilith- look we really dont have much info about her, even Eve. Lilith being made equal to Adam- does that mean she is as tough as him? As dominant as him? Something something third option? Was she a good mother? Good wife? Why the fuck is she in heaven?

Eve- do you think she's eaten by guilt, feeling at fault for how far humanity fell? Because of her foolish decision? Or did she embrace it? Owned the evilness she let into earth?

Adam, Lucifer, Lilith, and Eve. I NEED to know more. Adam is already such an interesting complicated douchebag lovable crass character that you love and hate at the same time. Lucifer, a sad tragic loving complex depressed goofy father that loves his daughter (and wife?) More than anything. Im excited to see what kind of characters Lilith and Eve will be.

#hazbin hotel #wow this just became a full on analysis or something idk #but fr tho. i need more of them #their lore? history? #i need answers #were lucifer and adam friends? #was adam mad at eve? or lucifer? both?? or at himself?? #why the fuck is lilith in heaven istg #where is eve? what role does she play? is she the root of all evil? #complexity #lucifer hazbin hotel #adam hazbin hotel #eve hazbin hotel #lilith hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel thoughts #analysis?? #i did not proofread thoroughly please dont attack me #i wrote this in one go #20 minutes

[lilacpaperbird]

guys if in the future it turns out the tiktok girlies aren't crazy and shifting is real the first thing I'm going to do is shift to supernatural and. honestly I was thinking about something funny to say but. the first I'd do would be look at sam's eyes up close. and hold his hand. and hug him tight and breathe him in... oh :( now I'm sad :( bye post cancelled

#imma be honest I know they're crazy but deep down I'm rooting for them #I hope they've unlocked a super-hyper-realistic form of lucid dreaming or smth fr #actually there's nothing more powerful than a teenage girl in love with a fictional character so if someone can do that it's them #sigh..... sad samgirl hours....

[phoenix--flying]

keep seeing ship hate on twitter and I'm actively hiding my alabaster ships in a box because they would EAT ME ALIVE if they saw me shipping him with percy 💀

#also maybe w annabeth and jason #i dont think theyd give a shit about me shipping him with ethan and chris #they probably dont even KNOW who he is #i can see it now #“did they even meet” #“but he hates percy” #“but percabeth” #me when i ignore canon as a profession #sure al hates percy but its KINDA gay to hate someone THAT much are we sure its not just internalized homophobia #im joking #mostly #he doesnt know shit about percy and thats why he hates him so much💀 #like he hates percy bc he sees percy as the root of his issues because he HASNT REALIZED THAT ITS KRONOS #he thinks percy is some big bad when hes fr just a guy #sorry i did not mean to ramble about them in the tags HELP #oh i could go ON about percybaster and how their dynamic and relationship could work tbh #alabaster torrington #pjo #pjo twt #moral of the story here #LET PEOPLE SHIP WHAT THEY WANT🗣‼️ #as long as its legal :) #if you dont like it ignore it its not gonna hurt you #theyre fictional characters i promise the art/fic/media isnt going to show up in ur room and eat u #or try and rob you #its just a ship

[lady-ika]

hands you love and peace

#trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #no trimax bc i hadnt read it yet and cannot decipher his hair in any vers apparently #also why is 98 vash's glasses wiggly #my brain is infected with this blonde twink fr #im sorry everyone who follows me im having a mental breakdown and vash is the only thread keeping me sane #weird that my brain looks for a new blorbo every time its about to self destruct #anyway hope yall enjoy #drawing #art #digital art #i should post my fave lil panels from the manga #also what do vash and wolfwood have going on bc its not straight but i personally dont see it as romantic #but they sure do have cain instinct embedded in them #i think about the scene in tristamp of of vash sneezing and getting caught and wolfwood fucking bashing him #its v funny to me #its more obvs w meryl and im rooting for her but im headcanoning that its unrequited regardless of if vash is aware of her feelings or not #mainly bc i think of vash and the sex workers and him pretending to be asleep bc he doesnt feel like he deserves uhhh any of that #so tldr either wolfwood or meryl having any romantic feelings for vash its v sad for them regardless of if theyre returned or not #hey why did i start talking about this #uhhh i forgor anyway #hey spoilers for trimax/stampede #does it fuck anyone else up that wolfwood is like. probably still technically maybe a teenager bc of all the shit #bc it fucks me up #poor wolfwood #also is badlands canon bc im trying to stick w canon shit for now bc fan shit (affectionate) poisons me and i need a functioning brain #for work yknow? i printed vash stickers to put on my phone so i have a reset point when i get overwhelmed but boy do i not like having #an anime character prominently on my phone where people can see him #i saw a patient glance at my phone bc i had coloured it in bc its black and white

[nazurabbit]

all the revolution songs went HARD hello???

#first of all gokuluck woke me up REAL QUICK #they were insane for that i love them fr #second of all COZMEZ. #im totally rooting for them tbh that was amazing #i wanna say its my fav but bae…. #third of all baes was such like a flex song?? and i love it #‘i am the bible’ plus them referencing all of their past albums #they really said WE ARE THE OGS HERE and i love that for them #anyways thats the end of the rant in the tags teehee #paradox live

[neonsbian]

OMG PIMFAH HAS A CRUSH ON SAILOM????

#im sorry but ot3 fr fr #it wont happen but im rooting for them #dangerous romance #vinnie talks

[vero-niche]

CRYING SCREAMING CRYING REI EXPLICITLY CHOSE KAZUKI AND MIRI OVER HIS DAD EVEN WHEN EVERYTHING WAS AGAINST THIS 😭😭😭 i want to have a love as real as this 😭😭

YES YES EXACTLY IM SO HAPPY THEY DIDNT SHY AWAY OR BRUSHED THIS OFF

also, same

#i looked at them at the final scene and thought yeah. thats what i want. thats goals right there #i honestly dont know what that last episode plot twist will be but if its canon kazurei..... #im going to launch myself to japan and kiss the creators fr #(i mean. its like 80% canon already but you get what i mean) #im rooting for the last ep to keep up the stellar writing bu #i have less and less doubts #also. thanks for the ask sry i didnt see it earlier bc i been refreshing the bd tag nin stop lmaooo #buddy daddies #buddy daddies spoilers #mutuals