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aliusworld · 1 year

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AngelHair

Angel Devil x Reader

aliusworld’s songfic event— inspo: MANNEQUIN album (Deco*27)

[Description: “I’m always a loser.”, “I can always quit, I can cool down if I want to.”, & “I wish I could hug you deep down and say it’s insecurity; if only that were love.”]

Warnings: None? Reader has insecurities.

{2238 words}

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The sun had just risen up, it was blaring itself into your eyes. You’ve been awake for a few minutes now, staring out through your window. It was annoying, the sun in your eyes, even if you shut them tight all you could see was red.

You try and move your body off the bed, but his arms were wrapped securely around you.

“…Angel? When I said to get comfortable with me, I didn’t mean to get this comfortable…” Was the first thing you said, he only just started sleeping next to you. He was fully covered, by his own will, and so were you! His arms weren’t tight, but at the same time you couldn’t move.

“…”

“Hey! Wake up! I know you aren’t asleep!” You twist your body to face him, we quickly shut his eyes in response, “Aha! I new it! C’mon Angel, let go of you just for a little bit…”

“I can’t. I just got to have you all to myself. I don’t want you to leave…” Angel murmured as he opened his eyes again.

“But the sun in shining in my eyes!!” You whine as you hug Angel, trying your hardest to be persuasive

“Just sleep facing me…” Angel shoved his head into your left shoulder, right i between the bed and your chin.

“And we need to get ready for the day~ We still have a job to do~”

“Stop saying that… can’t you just call off sick for today? I want to spend the rest of the…”

“No can do! Sorry, I used up all my sick days a while ago. You should probably know that by now.” You smile as you play with a couple of loose strands of Angel’s hair.

“…Say that I’m sick.” His voice was muffled as he spoke into your chest, you could feel his breath.

“A devil. Sick? No way they’re gonna believe that. Plus, we’ll both be in deep shit if we’re late again.”

“But I don’t want to move…” Angel rubbed against your body some more

“Fine, you can stay in bed. I’ll make some breakfast and I’ll wake you up when it’s time, alright?” You used the softest voice you could.

“I don’t want you to leave me either”

“You have to choose, my Angel~ Me or the bed?”

“You. Duh.”

“Yeah I thought so, come on. Let’s go~”

“…fine.”

You lift yourself off the bed, Angel was still clinging onto you, he was warm as per usual. You hadn’t noticed until now, but you two barely made any contact together outside from the… not safe for work stuff. His eyes were shut still, he trusts you enough to lead him the right way and to not drop him.

The breakfast you “made” was simple and easy. No need to open the fridge and make yourself and Angel cold. It was just bread covered in whatever else you had laying around. You didn’t toast it either. Simple and easy.

“Wake up, Angel.” You spoke gently as you poke his clothes shoulder. ‘I really want to touch his face.’ You shake it off as he opens his eyes again to see you.

“Are we leaving now?”

“Nope, you aren’t ready. And… We both need to eat” Your hand hovers over the food you ‘made’.

“Let me feed you”

“What.”

“You take good care of me, let me do the same for you.”

Your face turned red as your eyes widened. You turn away to pace yourself and turn back to say “sure.”

The bread was nice, what was even nicer was the look in Angel’s eyes. He looked like he was head over heels for you, if only you could actually touch him. If only he could actually touch you.

The time spent at breakfast was short, but it felt like heaven. With Angel still latched onto you, you make your way back to the bedroom to change into your work attire.

Angel sat down on the bed, watching you undress, you didn’t mind. Honestly, this was the closest thing you two could do to get even more intimate.

You took a few seconds to stare at the imperfections on your body before quickly turning back to put some clothes on. Of course, thoughts crawled through your head again and again. ‘Why does Angel even like me?’ He never gave you an answer because you never asked. Though you wish he would express himself more.

“Alright Angel, your uniform is in the closet go ahead and do it yourself” You smile at him as you put on your work shirt, it’s still unbuttoned but-

“Can I do that?” Angel pointed down at your chest.

“W-What?” Angel took that as a yes and came closer to you, his gloved fingers worked fast to button your shirt, “Angel… what’s up with you today..?”

“Nothing… it was just bothering me.”

‘Yeah, my body would bother me too.’ You didn’t say it though. You smiled at him and kissed the back of his hand, a show of thanks for his actions. He looked like he was about to melt, almost like a cat in a ray of sunshine.

You watch Angel get dressed, spacing out at the same time, you stare at his halo, his wings, his hair, his body… why did he settle for you?

“Are you done staring at me now?”

“Ah- What?” You zone back in, Angel moved in front of you, how did you not notice that?

“You know what I mean.” Angel crawled back on top of you, “I don’t like being away from you.”

“Me neither.” You stand up with Angel still clinging onto your arm, you throw your blazer on and head towards the door.

The weapon in your hand wasn’t unique, but it was special at the same time. It was made by Angel willingly. Not because the higher ups instructed him to do so. You knew how much he hated it but he kept on insisting again and again… Another special feature is that unlike most of the other weapons he creates, it’s a pole arm. It’s almost taller than you! The color wasn’t special, but the rest of it was beautifully made.

It reminded you of Angel whenever you looked at it, and that’s what you were doing for the past minute. Zoning out. Again. Angel was still clung onto you, he wasn’t saying anything, his head was on your shoulder, your thumb was rubbing against the grooves on the weapon. You shift your eyes to look at him, today was uneventful, but at least he’s here with you.

It was paperwork as usual. Filling out about the past devil interactions, Angel was supposed to be doing something as well, but does it even matter anymore? You both aren’t doing anything anyway.

“Angel?” Your voice perks up, you waited for a response from him.

“…” He didn’t say anything. You moved your head to get a good look at him, he was sleeping. Maybe you really should’ve just stayed home today.

The stacks of paper were definitely something, you’ve been staring at them for so long that they just look like gibberish. The black ink was mixing with the white background, your eyes felt droopy, sooner or later your head fell on top of the desk. It made a somewhat loud thud noise, it definitely woke Angel up. His head jolted off your shoulder and he stared at your drowsy form.

“Sorry to wake you up… I’m sorry, everything’s just a mess.”

“Nothings wrong, [name]. It’s fine… I can try to help..?” Angel rested his head next to yours, it felt like you were only a few centimeters apart, you could feel him breathe.

“It started off as such a good day. I just had to ruin it. It’s fine, stay here, do something. I’ll go get coffee or something.” You sigh and get up from the desk, Angel grabbed your hand.

“Let me go with you, please?”

“Haha… Sure.” You smile at him, it was forced from your part but it did the job. Angel got up from the desk, your hand was still in his, it was nice. Almost like you two were at home, but you weren’t.

“Good afternoon. [name], Angel.” Aki interrupted you two, he was also in the break room, alone. At some point, your hand with Angel detaches.

“Good afternoon, Aki” You say, Aki was so much… better than you. He works harder, he has more muscle, he… You shake your head to get the thoughts out, you place your cup down.

“Hi Aki.” Angel hasn’t noticed that he let go of your hand subconsciously, or were you to let go? You don’t remember. You go over to sit down on the couch, you’re so tired.

You tune them out at some point, you don’t know if they’re speaking to each other or not, you’re stuck in your thoughts again.

‘Why did Angel choose you?’ Repeats itself in your brain again and again.

‘Would he have chosen Aki if he were an option? Is he an option? Is Angel going to leave you? Are you going to be alone again?’

You wouldn’t say you were jealous, but it still feels horrible. You feel bad for yourself, but you can’t stop feeling the way you do. Your eyes were clouded with frustration as you leaned against the couch and looked towards the ceiling.

Your thoughts went from Aki to other people, like Makima… Himeno… your ex co-workers… They were so much prettier. So much more dominant and powerful, so much more than you could ever be.

What’s so good about you?

Maybe you should stop hanging around other people for a bit. Being alone with your thoughts? No- being trapped on your own with your thoughts? It would eat you from the inside. But you don’t want to bother anyone else with them.

“[name]? Are you… okay?” It was Angel’s voice. You hadn’t noticed at all, but Aki left the room already. Angel was back clinging onto your arm.

“Oh- yeah, I’m fine. Hey, we did enough work for today. Let’s go home.” Seriously? You didn’t even do a lot, you’re never getting a raise. You grabbed your pole arm from your office before leaving with Angel.

Maybe you’ll ask him tonight… or maybe you’ll just quit this job. It’s fine.

You’re fine.

Home didn’t have the same feeling as it did a few hours before. You felt… worthless. Why do you feel this way? Angel has given you no reason for thinking that way, yet here you are beating yourself up about something that doesn’t exist. But what if it does exist? You haven’t exactly given Angel a reason to stay either. So why?

“[name] you don’t look too good, are you actually okay?” Angel tilted his head to look at you.

“…I don’t know. I’m just…! I have no clue why…” Angry tears fall from your face, you were angry with yourself, why are you doing this to yourself?

Angel’s eyes widen as he sees your state of mind, you haven’t said anything yet but it looks like Angel understood a little bit, “Talk to me, [name]… what’s bothering you? Is it me or-“

“No! It’s not you, why would it be you? I don’t think I would ever be mad at you.” You choke out, through all your hiccups and sobs Angel somehow drags you to the bedroom.

“Then why?”

“I.. I don’t know… it’s- it’s because of me, but at the same time I just…” You couldn’t make eye contact with Angel, you couldn’t even lift your head up from your hands. Angel took your blazer off and threw it neatly to the side.

“Well?”

“Angel… why…?”

“So it is about me.”

“No, I mean… Angel, why do you like me?”

“What?”

“I mean, there’s so many other people out there that are just so much better than me. I don’t understand why you would-“

“Are serious right now?”

“Wh- huh?”

“You’re the only person for me…”

“But why? I just don’t get it… Aki’s so much more… better. So is-“

“Because you’re kind. You’re the only person who’s trusted me enough for anything. You’re the only one that’s willing to spend time with me. You mean the world to me, is there more you want to know?”

“Angel…”

“I think your beautiful too”

“But my body is…”

“I think you’re perfect. And if someone disagrees I’ll kill them.”

“Aha… Angel…” You smile at him, your tears stopped. “Don’t say stuff like that.”

You lay down in his lap, you’re looking straight up at him, he’s looking back.

“I’m sorry for being so insecure and… I’m sorry for blowing up on you. I… I didn’t mean to sound so…”

“No, you deserve to feel things. Seriously.”

You want to kiss him so bad. Show any way of weakness for him to fill the void within you. But you can’t, you know you can’t. If you did actually touch him, he’d only avoid you. Something about… ‘Not wanting to hurt you’. But what do you do if you want him to hurt you?

You kiss the tips of your gloved fingers and place in gently onto his lips, this takes him my surprise.

“That’s for you. Thank you.” You say, you slowly lower your hands from him mouth, “Thank you for sticking with me.”

“…I love you, [name].”

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-Yours truly, 💟

#aliusworld #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #chainsawman x reader #angel devil csm #angel devil x reader #chainsaw man x you #angel devil chainsaw man #angel devil x you #angel devil x y/n #I loved writing this!#I was kind of projecting haha #I rlly hope this helps someone with insecurities because I deal with them too #stay healthy!!#aliusworld MANNEQUIN event

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riversonfire · 1 year

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(cr. OFFICIALBTOB)

#minhyuk #btob #stay healthy!!#poor eunka got covid the day after his bday

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swannieluv · 3 months

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I just wanted 2 say I really love ur acc !! 😭 , You are a lifesaver since I couldn't find much platonic stuff on genshin!! tysmm!!

THANKS DEAR!!!

I know the struggle to find platonic content in this fandom. I'm glad you liked my blog!! I'm not one of the greatest writers out there but I'm really happy to have people who enjoy my silly fics <33

#stay healthy!!#hope you have a good day <3

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confessedlyfannish · 7 months

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DP x DC Writing Prompt #5

Damian does not glance back at Bruce when he knocks on the door. Instead they both wait in silence.

After a moment, the door opens.

"Hello," Jasmine, Jazz, Fenton greets politely, unsurprised to find the Waynes on her doorstep. Damian's expression grows ever darker at this revelation.

"Hello Ms. Fenton, are your parents home?" Bruce asks, placing a firm hand on Damian's shoulder, to ground as much as to restrain. To his credit he does not shake it off.

"No, they're out of town for a conference," the eighteen year-old says, opening the door wider. "But I think you'd better come in."

Bruce would normally decline, but Ms. Fenton is a legal adult and he has already, even unknowingly, waited 16 years. Damian makes the choice for him, striding past the threshold.

"Please take a seat," Jazz says as she leads them to the living room. She ignores Damian's swinging head as he takes in the home. It is deceptively large, a 90s style house filled with modern furniture. The walls are bright, with purple and green accents that would normally feel garish but somehow work. The stairs leading to the second floor are lined with family photos that Bruce yearns to take a closer look at. "Can I get you anything? Coffee? Water?"

"No, that's alright, thank you," Bruce says, taking a seat on the long plush couch. A men's windbreaker lies haphazardly thrown across one of the arms. A closed container of Oreo cookies sit on the coffee table next to a physics textbook open to chapter 16, half covered in highlighter and filled with sticky notes. There's a child's painting framed next to the tv, a handprint made to look like a thanksgiving turkey in bright blue.

For the home of experimental scientists, it is cozy and well lived-in.

Damian repeatedly glances at the stairs through the doorway.

Bruce clears his throat. "We were hoping to--"

"I've texted--oh, I'm sorry," Jazz says, having spoken at the same time. Bruce gestures for her to go on.

"I've contacted Danny, he should be here soon. He was out with some friends." Jazz explains. As she hadn't pulled out a phone in their presence, Bruce can only deduce they have some sort of camera at their front door. This also explains Ms. Fenton's complete lack of surprise at their appearance.

"So you know who we are." Damian says, the first words he's spoken since they arrived at the house and the longest sentence he's spoken since they arrived in Amity Park.

"I do," Jazz says, calm in the face of Damian's clearly simmering anger. Bruce trusts him not to attack Ms. Fenton, but he still watches him carefully.

"He told you about me," Damian says. It is the same question, but it is also not.

"He did," Jazz says.

Damian swallows. "I see," he grits out.

Jazz's neutrality slips and her face softens in sympathy. "Damian," she starts hesitantly, but before she can say anything else the front door opens.

A moment later Bruce's son walks through the doorway, and Damian is on him.

This is what Bruce hoped to prevent, but despite his numerous checks of Damian's luggage his son has still managed to smuggle a small dagger, which he now produces and swings in a calculated arc at Daniel Fenton's jugular.

Danny dodges cleanly, and dodges every swipe thereafter in a manner that speaks to continued practice long after his time at the League. Damian is a perfect product of his training, but it is up against Danny his flaws come to light. He is just as good as he always was, but Danny is better.

In a matter of seconds Damian grows frustrated and sloppy in his attacks, completely atypical for him. Danny takes Damian out at the knees and pins him down with one arm, pressing his face into the carpet.

"Calm down," he orders. His voice is deeper than Damian's at sixteen to his twelve, the accent that still traces Damian's words completely gone from his speech. Damian growls and thrusts his head back into Danny's face, meeting it with a sharp thunk. He rolls up as Danny recoils, putting distance between them. Danny glares at him from several steps away, hand to his forehead. Damian tosses the dagger into his other hand as he charges, and to Bruce's surprise Danny does nothing more than turn his face to the side, allowing Damian to draw a sharp line down his cheek.

Damian stops dead in his tracks.

"Are you done?" Danny asks, blood beginning to pool at the seam of the cut.

Damian's expression is stricken, eyes stuck on the blood starting to drip down his brother's face.

"I said, are you done, Damian?" Danny asks. His voice is cold.

Damian hears him this time, and he flushes red. "I--you--"

Danny sighs. He looks at Jazz, whose expression is back to carefully controlled.

"Are you alright?" he asks her. She nods.

"You left me," Damian accuses, standing there holding his bloody dagger limply.

Danny turns back to him, raising an eyebrow.

"You left me," Damian repeats louder, rapidly blinking.

"Yes. I did." Danny provides no excuse nor any explanation. His stance is unyielding.

Damian's eyes bounce wildly, shifting to Jazz and Danny slides smoothly in front of her, protectively. He looks at Damian warily, not as if he is his brother, but as if he is a danger. Damian flinches.

Hope is the last to die, Bruce thinks, watching as that last bit of hope Damian had is extinguished, the knowledge working its way through every inch of his body like ice in his veins. His eyes darken. He turns and runs from the room, the front door slamming shut not a moment later.

Jazz stands up, pulling a few tissues from the box on the coffee table. She presses them to Danny's face, cupping his cheek until he holds it himself. "I'm going to go get the first aid kit," she says gently. It is a thinly veiled excuse to leave them alone, and Bruce is grateful for it as she heads for the stairs.

They both wait until her footsteps have faded, taking each other in. Bruce looks at his mother's eyes and the sharp turn of Talia's nose. Damian's everything, four years older.

"You shouldn't have come here," Danny says, throwing himself on the armchair Jazz has just vacated.

"You know who I am," Bruce says carefully.

Danny glares. "I've kept your secret. She nor my parents know."

"I know," Bruce says. "That's not what I meant. You know who I am. And who I pretend to be. So you know I am familiar with masks."

"And?" Danny asks, looking vaguely bored.

"And so I can recognize when someone is wearing one. Damian will too, once he's calmed down."

Danny's expression sharpens. "No, he won't. Because you are going to go to back to whatever bed and breakfast you're staying in, pack up, hop in your private jet and fly him back to Gotham immediately before the League realizes you've gone. If they haven't already," he mutters.

"This is about the League then," Bruce says. "Do you not believe I can protect you?"

"I don't need your protection," Danny snaps, and watches Bruce actively extrapolate with a dawning resignation. "So this is the World's Greatest Detective at work," he says, slumping bonelessly into his chair, the first teenager-y thing he's done.

"Damian's in danger from the League," Bruce says. Danny glares from his slump. It's almost cute. "And as long as the League doesn't know about you, he's safe."

"Draw your own conclusions," Danny says, baring his teeth. Damian often makes the same face. "As long as you leave."

"I can protect him. I can protect you both," Bruce says. "Let me help you."

Danny closes his eyes. He centers his breathing in an exercise someone has clearly walked him through in the past. Bruce would bet money on the adoptive sister waiting patiently upstairs.

"Mr. Wayne. You are not my father," he says. "My trust in you extends to the point that I left Damian in your care, but that is where it ends. And that was when it was sanctioned by the League. By coming here you have endangered those sanctions."

Bruce disregards the sting, doubling down on his analysis. Talia had left Damian with Bruce well after Danny had left the League. But Danny speaks as if the decision had been his.

Or perhaps, Bruce realizes, it is not that Danny decided upon it, but that Danny allowed it to continue.

Bruce takes a second to review what Oracle had gone over with him before they left for Amity. Daniel Fenton had by all accounts, since leaving the League, lived a fairly normal life. His adoptive parents were eccentric scientists dabbling in the occult but their findings that bordered pseudoscience circulated a very niche community of like-minded eccentrics. The bulk of their income came from alternative energy, a more viable source of study that they'd veered harder into in the past year or so, a government contract with the EPA currently in the works. This had in part funded a vacation to an all-inclusive resort the family had taken that past summer.

Danny received average grades in school, above average in science and mathematics, declining sharply in his freshman year and sophomore year before evening out around the second semester. He had gotten into fights repeatedly with one student in particular, suspended for two weeks following an incident that resulted in a the student receiving a black eye. Teachers reported him to be highly intelligent but distracted and removed. They had recommended he be evaluated for an attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder. He had no social media. He had missed multiple picture days. The ones he had attended he was sneezing, or a blur of movement, even going so far as to fall off his stool, legs flailing. Bruce had drank up every last one as Barbara had waited patiently.

A normal life. A family vacation to Bermuda. Average grades.

His freshman year, distracted and removed. The same year Damian had arrived at Bruce's home. Masks upon masks.

"You have informants within the League," Bruce says. Danny, to his credit, has no discernible tell. But there is no other explanation. "What will you do, if they find out you are alive?"

"That is none of your concern," Danny says, but he might as well be saying whatever I have to.

He never stopped practicing, after all.

"If they go after Damian, it is my concern."

"And that is why you need to take Damian back to Gotham before they do." Danny says. "I will take care of it."

Damian had barely spoken since he had realized Danyal was alive. But Bruce had seen the reverence in his eyes as he looked at the file.

"الوريث الصحيح" he had murmured. The rightful heir.

"You are proposing going after the entirety of the League with no backup," Bruce says. "Even if you think they won't kill you, you won't win either."

"Maybe they will," Danny says lightly. "Kill me. That would also work."

Bruce inhales sharply. "Danny," he starts.

"Go home, Mr. Wayne," Danny says, pushing himself up with one hand. The other still clutches the wad of tissue to his cheek, partially soaked with blood. "Go take care of your son."

"I'll go," Bruce says, "I'll take him to the Watchtower. And then I'll come back."

"Mr. Wayne-"

"I should've come for you," Bruce interrupts. "Sixteen years ago. I should've come for you."

Danny's brow furrows. "You had no idea I existed."

"But if I had. I would've come. I never would've left you there. And now that I know, I am not leaving you now."

For the first time Bruce watches Danny be completely caught off guard. He openly gapes at Bruce.

"You would've died," Danny lands on, voice thin. "They would've killed you."

"Unlike you, I would've brought backup." Bruce says, mimicking Danny's lightness.

He's lying. Sixteen years ago he would've thrown himself at the League to save his newborn son without a plan, without a thought beyond rescuing his baby.

Danny barks out a laugh. "You would've laid siege to Nanda Parbat with The Big Blue Boy Scout?" he looks wistful. "That would've been rad."

Bruce sees his opening. "Danny," he stands, eye to eye with his son. "Let me help you."

Danny evaluates him. "The Batman," he says softly. "I didn't want you to come, then. I didn't need one more person I had to prove myself to. All I wanted was to live amongst the stars, in the quiet of the cosmos."

"You want to be an astronaut," Bruce says. At Danny's cocked head, he says without shame, "I read your essay on personal heroes. You wrote about Edward White. Ad Astra Per Aspera."

Danny smiles slightly, sadly. "It is a rough road."

"You can be whatever you want to be," Bruce says. "I won't stand in your way."

"Even if I want to be Danny Fenton?" he asks.

"Even then."

Danny sighs. "I don't need your help Bruce," he says. "No," he says as Bruce opens his mouth. He pulls the wad of tissues away from his cheek. Underneath the splotches of dried blood the gash in his face has cleanly knit itself together, a faint white line now all that remains.

"I don't need your help," he says clearly. He holds a palm forward, and a green fire grows from its center, until the flames are licking delicately up his fingers.

"I know The Batman does not kill. But I am not a Robin. I am something else entirely," Danny says, his eyes reflecting the green of the flames. Or not, as he looks up at Bruce, his eyes green all on their own. They are sad. This is why he stayed away, Bruce realizes. Not out of fear. Danny is not afraid. Danny is tired.

But for his brother, Danny will wake up.

"And If the League takes one step towards Damian, I will raze them to the ground."

#Danny I AM RETIRED FROM MURDER Fenton #the informants are ghosts #the thing about deductive reasoning is sometimes you deduct incorrectly #particularly when you don't know about the ghosts #danyal al ghul #damian wayne #danny phantom #batman #dp x dc au #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #bruce wayne #this is an au where damian doesn't get blown up and lose most of his vital organs #like bruce still isn't a super responsible parent but no nine year olds blow up so that's something #danny: he only blew up once so he can stay with you #batman: he did get speared straight through but we fixed it #danny: he wHAT #i wrote this instead of eating dinner #because drafts are for the mentally healthy #tbh i don't think his name would be danyal al ghul in this one #he's trying really hard to stay under the radar I don't think he would choose essentially a homonym

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tumbler-polls · 5 months

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#stay hydrated #water #self care #healthy living #health checkup #tumblr polls #tumbler polls

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kimtaegis · 8 months

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friendly herbivore dinosaur 🦕 for @jung-koook

cr. namuspromised

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pempempemto · 9 months

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don’t try and sass the daycare animatronic, michael.

especially with matters of rest.

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housesalad · 3 months

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okay he’s kinda sweet actually

#my art #single-handedly responsible for his caffeine addiction 👍#I love talking to him bc he’s always like #“there’s just no patients anymore… it’d sure help the practice if someone got grievously injured.. stay safe farming :)”#I’m sorry pelican town is too healthy for you sir #anyway my farm is suffering I just keep talking to people #stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley fanart #digital art #digital artwork #sdv fanart #stardew harvey #stardew valley harvey #sdv harvey #procreate

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 5 months

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WAKE UP!

[First] Prev <–-> Next

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #lan wangji #wei wuxian #I tried *so* hard to draw deflated wwx (per the reference to the garfield comic) but I could not get figure it out.#Yes lwj is straddling wwx. He's been shaking him this whole time.#LWJ has also been shaking. Like a nervous little dog.#What else is he to do when the love of his life collapses in front of him?#I also like to imagine that going through the nightmarish empathy showed on wwx's real body too. As in - he was thrashing about.#I am fond of my headcanon that wwx kicks and yells in his sleep and lwj is just getting a preview of it.#And oh my god. Am I ever a fan of accidental bonks (in fiction. I feel immense guilt for them in reality)#I'm really excited for several comics coming up. One in particular I have been building up to for *months*.#Sorry I've been mysteriously absent for a lot of November...I will do my best to be more consistent this December!#Thank you all for your support. Take care and stay healthy <3

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waitineedaname · 1 year

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what do u think ritsu would do if he got stuck in a time loop

oh he would go insane. like, immediately. you know how in a lot of time loop stories, there's a point where the character kind of loses it? it would take no time for ritsu to reach that point. like as soon as he realizes he's trapped, he will Freak The Fuck Out. he'll either throw himself really intensely into trying to figure out how to end the time loop, or he'll go completely off the deep end and start blowing shit up because it'll all be reset by the next day. potentially both.

of course, this is all presuming he's alone in the time loop. I think if he had someone else trapped in the time loop with him, he'd be less likely to lose his mind and instead would work really hard with them to break it. but if he's by himself in the time loop, he would not cope well

#asks #crystalv01d #ritsu is already the most likely to realize he's trapped in a narrative and would hate it #I cannot imagine him being mentally healthy about a time loop situation sdkljfkldsjf #unless mob or shou or even reigen or teru were stuck in the time loop with him #in that case he'd be okay and stay grounded #left to his own devices however. madness ensues.#this is reminding me of that really funny mob psycho time loop fic tho #I like that he managed to break through the mental block on it through sheer force of will. that's my son right there

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medi-bee · 8 months

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#my art #rain world #saint #gourmand #monk #survivor #posts more rain world art while you're not looking #points at slugs and lizards. weird ass cats i think #i started drawing tbh eyes as a joke. but guys i don't think it's a joke anymore #nips gets rounder every time i draw her #discovering fun new art techniques is easy. remembering to use them consistently however #posts completely unrelated art once a month like a farmer rotating her crops to keep the soil healthy #how in the world did i manage to stay focused on rainworld for like 6 months that one time #i want to play ace attorney so badly. but the brain worms #<- bg3 reference?

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kangtaebins · 24 days

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… hi my loves, it’s been a while <3

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wilwheaton · 9 months

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The rise of the new subvariant illustrates the challenges public health officials face trying to keep up with an ever-evolving virus, Topol said. “The ‘pandemic is over’ culture is the last thing we need to confront the pressure we’ve put on the virus to find new ways to get us — to find repeat and new hosts — and evade our prior immunity,” Topol wrote in a Substack post Sunday.

What to know about the new covid subvariant EG.5, nicknamed ‘Eris’

I want it to be over, too. But it isn’t. So I’m going to take my precautions, encourage all of you to do the same, and not be a dick about it.

#stay safe and healthy friends

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Idk if ur hard hours r open but 🤭

I had a thought about my pookie baby pie Lee Minho <33 and they’re all filthy <33

I feel like Minho would be soooo into spitting but maybe I’m projecting; he’d totally take you by the throat or jaw and pry your mouth open with his fingertips just to spit into your mouth; maybe calling you “his good slut” and talk about how “obedient you are for him.” He’d also spit on your face, swearing in into your makeup and tears as he punishes you for acting like a brat all day.

And Minho who is totally whipped for you— like I mean whipped. Down horrendously, wants to worship the ground for this u walk on. He’d still tease you and do the usual Lee Minho shenanigans but like??? He’d also be so sweet and kind and gentle with you. Which leads me to fluffy sex with him <33 just adores you and is kissing all along your cheeks, swiping away the tears of overstimulation (though you don’t want him to stop). Maybe if the mood is right HE’D EVEN CRY??? Like mid “I love you” and he’d sob softly; I’m thinking post argument sex?? I need this man so bad……

ANYWAYYY IM NOT GONNA BOMBARD YOU WITH MY HORNY THOUGHTS SO 😭 HAVE THESE <33

I hope ur having a good day and pls drink water and your writing is so good I can’t wait to read more <33 and if it’s okay could I be your first anon? maybe 🫧 anon if I could !

LEE MINHO IS THE RESIDENT SPIT KING IN STRAY KIDS!!!!! i do not make the rules but you cannot deny the truth—i’m glad we see a similar vision 🫧 anon!!!

lee minho’s cock throbs when you tell him you want him to spit in your mouth. he’s thought about it so many times and considers doing it every time the two of you have rough sex but can’t seem to muster up the courage to do it because he doesn’t wanna scare you off :(

it’s an ownership thing for him and also because of how intrinsically degrading it is to spit in someone’s face. it just drives him crazy every time you open your mouth, signalling to him that you want him to defile you. you’re so obedient and needy, and isn’t it so fun and satisfying to demean you when you start acting out?

in addition to a spitting kink, minho has a slapping kink and would get a kick out of slapping you and being slapped whenever either of you deserves it. nothing gives him more euphoria than the sight of your eyes rolled back, face flushed (from embarrassment or from the sharp smack on your cheek, who knows?), all wet from min repeatedly spitting in your face, calling you his dumb baby who can’t do anything without him :(

sub!minho being slapped is also a delicious thought if anyone wants to talk about it hehe!!!!

minho who uses his spit to smear your mascara and lipstick all over your face after you make him jealous!!! telling you you’re the prettiest when he’s turned you into his stupid cock-slut!!!

i think fluffy sex with minho would be slightly rare (he’s a fucker!!!!) but post-argument sex would have him tearing up and sniffling into your neck a little because while he acts like you don’t affect him much, he genuinely cannot picture a life without you (remember minsung two kids room i think where skz was like lino can’t live without jisung YEAH!!!).

minho calling you his pretty little thing, his good little girl, softly kissing your ankles as he fucks into you, twirling your hair around his fingers AAAA

food for thought!!! minho buying you an anklet with his initial on it that jingles every time he thrusts into you <3

#AND THANK U SM BABY HEHE hope u stay happy and healthy i love u sm #lee know x reader #lee know smut #skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #lee know hard thoughts #lee know hard hours #lee minho x reader #lee minho smut #lee minho hard thoughts #lee minho hard hours #answered #🫧 anon

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