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anonymouscheeses · 2 months

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Bonus under cut vvv

Later that same day:

And... I made an Emily redesign too...... *sniff sob /j* it's not final (like all my redesigns) I'm just trying get better at this design stuff and where better to do it except my current fixation ehhh?????

Long Emily design explanation/rant thing ignore it probably but pls dotn im desperate: I wanted to make her more round and soft cuzzz I love those typa designs I'm just a sucker for circle characters. Made her actually black and not fuckin gray cuz its a transformation to look more human and gentle(for me they go between two forms, their true ones that we see the first time we see them snd their human/softer ones if they ever interact with actual humans which... they usually dont.) Not a demon form tfff. In this version I wanted to put Emily in animal inspired features like... the sheep nose, ears, and hooves. Because she and Sera know that humans and about all beings love animals. Birds have sharp features mostly so they don't look as welcoming as they want to seem. I wanted Emily to look sheep likes and pretty much all the seraphim look more sheep like to make Lucifer stand out as the only one who was symbolized as a snake/goat(still don't know if I'll make him goat or make Lillith goat. I'll decide when I get there lmao). Justtt overalll wanted Emily to look more round, welcoming, and cute. I kept the freckles lighter than her skin color(even tho that's SUPER not accurate to what actually black people look like with freckles but whatevr) because it reminded me of fawns and.... sure Emily is a sheep but I still wanted to incorporate other cute animal traits with her cyz y not.

#suggestive #ig???#tw suggestive #art #fanart #digital art #artists on tumblr #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel emily #chaggie #chaggily #two and a half halos #unholy trinity #the chaggilu shipnames arent ass but unholy trinity isnt solely them snd taahh is too long #so ive come up with somrthing new and has nothing rlly in the tag alrady #why that name? because 1. Charlie is pure but is the princess of hell. 2. Vaggie “betrayed” heaven for giving mercy to a child.#3. Emily is still an angel who went against heaven to speak up for the people of hell being exterminated #they are all just soo pure snd deserve the worlldd i swearr.... but to other peoples eyes(atleast soem) they arent good ppl and omgg 😭#plsss dont sleep on this ship name i came up with it in 5 seconds so i worked soooooooooooooOoo hard on it /sarc #but srsly plssssss use iyttt #rainbowmoth #varlie #royalhalo #charlie x emily #charlie x vaggie #emily x vaggie #THATS THE NAME THATS SUPPSED TO BE BETWEEN THE OTHER SENTENCES BUT IM NOY GONNA REWRITE THEM CUZ IM LAZY #unholy virtue

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v-chase-art · 4 months

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"and never return until she calls me home"

#wheel of time #siuan sanche #sophie okonedo #siuraine #moiraine x siuan #digital art #digital painting #art #consider halo my signature #religious trauma made me worship women harder

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winterxisxcomingx · 2 months

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Husk: Why are you three holding hands? Charlie: Well! Hand-holding relieves stress and anxiety! Angel Dust: We thought you were dating. Emily, smiles: Oh, yeah, we are! Vaggie: We're also constantly stressed and anxious, too.

#hazbin hotel #chaggie #hazbin hotel emily #charlie morningstar #vaggie hazbin hotel #royalhalo #two and a half halos #vaggie x charlie x emily #polyamory #hazbin hotel incorrect quotes

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halo-adicto · 5 months

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#halo #halo 4 #master chief #halo 2 #unsc #halo 3 #halo ce #spartan #halo 3 odst #spartan ii #delta #delta halo #halo infinite #soldier #xbox #xbox series x

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agender-wolfie · 1 year

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Guys. Stop tagging your OC stories as X reader. It’s hard to sift through and I don’t go to the x reader tag for OC’s I don’t care about .

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lesbiradshaw · 5 months

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Girls just do it better! 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

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brenshor · 1 year

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Listen to me, listen, listen, Ava's super nova move in the church? Blasted apart a goddamn solid stone pillar. A. Stone. Pillar. Michael got yeeted so far, he ended up underneath some dude. And Beatrice's knees didn't even fucking buckle. Ava, girl.

#the halo said this is our booboo #ava silva #warrior nun #avatrice #ava x beatrice #sister beatrice #michael salvius #save warrior nun

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domreader-headcannon-scenarios · 5 months

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Just thinking about Whb and like…

Are angels Halos as sensitive as devils Horns? I mean they both seem delicate…

I mean it’s told angels can feel pleasure, ejaculate, the normal stuff soo imagine since they don’t have horns, God blessed their Halos, ontop of being to prove they are holy, they bring them immense pleasure upon being touched.

It leaks cum just like horns, they are so delicate that angels protect them with their lives…but imagine one of the Seraphims grabbing you or getting to rowdy and you accidentally grab them by their halo and tug it.

They stiffen in an instant a moan loudly, it draws everyone’s attention purely because angels are expected to suppress their pleasures. Even with their power, you can hear devils snickering over such a powerful angel accidentally getting off to being grabbed.

You twist your wrist and they whine, dropping to their knees infront of you, letting you tug, stroke and twist it in your hands. They way they are moaning and squirming, the sounds they were making made it sound more like you were playing with their manhood.

Even though they are ‘peaceful’ to each other around you, you can see a few devils looking like they want to jump the vulnerably aroused angels in front of you. To kill or fuck, you didn’t really want to know but the angel in front of you seemed to go limp as a particularly loud cry escaped them.

You watch a wet spot firm in their trousers, theirs eyes are completely shut and their hip rut against your foot in a humiliating display.

The devils around you howl in laughter, mocking the angel saying he’d be a better fallen angel, you were going to apologize for the torment you put him through, but when he opened his eyes and looked up at you, you felt heat course through you, you could see lust still in his eyes as he adjust his member as subtly as he could.

“If you could do that again…in private perhaps, I w-would deeply enjoy it…” He tugged at your pants, head resting on your thigh as he catches his breath.

You can feel the cum from his halo on your hands, you tug up on his halo, forcing him to look you in the eye. You put your hand in front of his face. “Lick. Clean up your mess and maybe I’ll help you clean up.”

#what in hell is bad #whb #nsft #what in hell is bad x reader #random thoughts #high brain #halo kink

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princington · 8 months

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#avatrice #ava x beatrice #i know ive drawn smth like this before but i was reminded of duckling halo au and needed it #wn fanart #my art #princington #sentient halo au my beloved fr

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stevebabey · 9 months

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surrounded by your embrace

summary: when you get drunk at a party, old memories make steve worry. he really doesn't need to because all alcohol does is make you clingy. gn!reader but mentioned to wear sum eyeshadow, no warnings u and steve are just absolute goobers for each other :D wc: 2k

He goes to the bathroom for five minutes.

Five minutes and you manage to make yourself scarce. The corner you had been previously inhabiting, slurping the lip of your red solo cup while talking to some friends, is completely void of you when Steve finds his way back to it.

Your friends are still there, leaned against the wall and chattering amongst themselves. Steve clears his throat to gain their attention.

"Did you see...?" He jerks a thumb over his shoulder, asking if they'd noticed where you might've wandered off to. You've had quite a few drinks tonight already and Steve's not surprised if it means you've forgotten you're the only one he knows at this party. These are your friends, not his.

One of them points towards the kitchen and he mutters a quiet thank-you, beginning to wind his way through the people to reach the kitchen.

A fraction of unease prickles at the back of his neck. Last time he was a party and his partner ambled off, full of alcohol, it had left a couple memories that cut deep. Steve hasn't ever admitted it aloud to anyone the seeds that Nancy had sowed that night, the little insecurities that had never bothered Steve in the slightest suddenly sprouting up overnight.

Worst is, he can't make himself forget that night. He remembers the spill of red punch on her white shirt vividly. Remembers the sting behind his eyes. Remembers how later on she'd come back in the middle of everything with Jonathan by her side and Steve had just... known.

But you're not Nancy and he knows that. He knows that this is a different party, you're a different person, it's a whole different relationship—

Yet, those insecurities have rooted deep and Steve can feel them shifting painfully inside him as his worries get away from him. Like vines wrapping tight around his ribcage the longer it takes to find you.

You're aren't by the drink station on the kitchen bench and looking out at the sea of people in the living room, you aren't there either. Steve pulls his collar away from his neck, feeling the prickle roll down his skin again. You've gone, something in his head whispers meanly, You've left him and found someone else at this party. Someone without his baggage, someone without his neediness, someone—

Steve scrubs a hand down his face and shoves away his ugly thoughts. None of them are fair to you — you who has been nothing but impossibly and endlessly sweet on him in the one month you and Steve have been dating. He inhales sharply to clear his head and scans the crowd again. Nothing.

Just as he's turning to go bug your friends again, he spots movement out the corner on his eye, someone shuffling about the walk-in pantry. Steve walks closer and peers in. It's you.

Delight and relief bloom together in his chest and he rounds the corner with a shaky smile, leaning up against the door frame. "There you are."

You turn with a little hiccup, clearly startled.

Steve adores how the recognition on your face melts into excitement, steamrolling his anxieties in an instant, and you drop whatever is in your hands and leap for your boyfriend.

"Steve!"

"That's me," He says with a smile, arms opening for you to burrow yourself in. You do so, arms twisting around his middle and face smushing against his chest and he welcomes the warmth of you in his arms. He expects you to move after a minute but you stay put, pressed right up against him, hold only tightening.

"I couldn't find you." You whine.

"You were looking for me in the pantry?"

"Nooooo," The drinks you've had have turned your usual drama up to 11. You dig your face out of his chest and rest your chin against it instead, forcing Steve to look directly down to meet your eyes. "S'just went to get water from th' kitchen 'n' then I saw they have a box of Fruit Roll-Ups."

You say this all as if it's incredibly self-explanatory why you're in the pantry while you're also looking for your boyfriend. Steve looks over your head and spies the spilled box on the ground you were holding just a few moment prior. Lo and behold, half a dozen Fruit Roll-Ups are scattered on the ground.

"Fruit Roll-Ups, Steve." You whisper with more emphasis.

He laughs a little, looking back down at you and thinking how pretty you look tonight. There's this blue crystal-coloured eyeshadow lightly smudged across your eyelids and it glitters beneath the low hanging bulb of the pantry.

"Well, I'm sure you can have one." He nods to gesture behind you. "Melanie won't mind, you're her friend."

Melanie, the party's host, had been tucked up and fast asleep in her bed with a big red bucket by her side when he had opened her door trying to find the bathroom. Steve definitely thinks she won't mind letting you gorge yourself of a single Fruit Roll-Up. Or a couple. Whatever, he won't tell on you.

"You think?"

Steve rubs your back lightly and goads you back towards the snack you're clearly hungry for. Your hands slide out of the hug reluctantly but the moment you turn, you're scuttling over to the treats. Steve chuckles watching you plop yourself down, sitting down on the cold tiles. You're in shorts. Steve can see your goosebumps from here.

He takes a few steps and crouches down, taking a seat next to you, leaning his back up against a beam. You're trying to tear into one of the packets but the moment Steve's back in your view, you're pouting and holding it out to him.

Steve pretends to scoff, taking the packet and opening it easily, but really, he loves that you ask him to do those things. Loves doing little things for you. He offers it back to you and you pluck it from his hands with glee.

He assumes you'll sink your teeth into it but you stare at it for a moment before you surprise him, crawling forward and all bout clambering into his lap.

It's rather inelegant, your drunkenness not helping and you push the heel of your hand just two inches from where it would really hurt, making Steve wince in anticipation. He holds his hands up and out of the way and lets you settle yourself.

A quiet revelation makes something in his chest glows hotly. You're always affectionate, always want to be touching him, but this is another level for you — there's a shyness around PDA that you usually carry that seems to have been shed tonight. Anyone could peer in the pantry and see you curled up in his arms and lap and you seem too enamoured with him to even care.

Steve grins and chides himself for ever being worried earlier.

"Hi." You say, finally situated comfortably. Steve's not sure it is comfortable, sitting sideways in his lap with one leg twisted nearly underneath you and one out in front, sorta curled in, but you seem content enough. He places one hand on the small of your back, the other holding just above your knee.

"Hi there. Comfy now?"

"Very. Can you pass me my roll-up please?"

You've dropped it in your wriggle to get closer to him and its rolled nearly under the shelf Steve's leaning up besides. He leans over and retrieves it, thanks God for the wrapper, and produces it for you.

"A gift." He says, drinking in how your face washes over with delight. With the lights haloing behind your head, your hair frizzy from dancing earlier, he thinks you look like an angel.

"That's right!" You take it from him and pull it close to your chest, attention back on him. "I wanted to give you a kiss, to say thank you."

Steve feels his heart flutter, a stutter in the beats at the utter tenderness of your words. He squeezes your knee and turns his face, holding out his cheek.

"Well, go on then."

You giggle and it's the most dreamy honeyed noise Steve's ever heard. You lean in and plant a big wet kiss on his cheek with a happy hum, pulling back with a mwah!

"Thank you for the kiss, sweetheart." He rubs the hand on your back lightly and you soften at his words completely, pure giddiness running rampant across your features.

Steve soaks it all in, unsure of the last time he knew someone who gave him love so freely. You seem to have endless amounts of it for him. You don't even mind when he's greedy with you.

You finally peel back the wrapper of the Fruit Roll-Up and gobble a bit of it down. You chew and swallow and lean all your weight against him, your shoulder pressing into his. You're close, a couple more inches and the tip of his nose would brush yours. A bashful expression flits across your features.

"I like when you call me sweetheart."

"You do?"

You nod enthusiastically.

"That's good," Steve says, fondness coating each word. " 'Cos I like calling you sweetheart, sweetheart."

It's so cheesy that Steve thinks you shouldn't laugh, but you do because you're wonderful. He grins, his fingers on your knee tightening slightly as you look over him, your eyes crinkled up by your grin. The alcohol makes you brash enough to stare and you look at his face intently for a moment before you huff.

“God!” You drop your head back with a dramatic sigh and sink your teeth into your bottom lip to try contain your giddy grin. It doesn’t work in the slightest. “That look.”

"What? What look?”

You tip your head back up and Steve can read the shyness on your expression, pulling at your eyebrows.

“You know,” You say, a little embarrassed, which is even more adorable on you while drunk. You're flustered over your words, like you know you wouldn't normally have said them if you were sober. “You just get this look sometimes, when you’re looking at me—”

Steve frowns for a moment, minuscule, as he thinks of what face you might be referring to.

“—and your eyes get all intense and- ugh! It still makes nervous when you do it.” You’ve drop your head again, forward this time, to hide your face in his shoulder. You pat your tummy theatrically and then clutch it, voice lowering to a whisper in his ear. “These butterflies are your doing, Harrington.”

Steve laughs, entirely too pleased with himself —he still makes you nervous. Ditto, he thinks. “Is that so?”

"Mmhm." You hum and Steve feels you place a soft kiss on one of the moles on his neck. His breath catches and his heart flip-flops. You wiggle a bit but it's just to try get closer to him, your nose nuzzling against his neck. A tired sigh escapes you.

"You tired? Wanna go home?" He asks.

You nod sluggishly but make no attempt to move. Steve chuckles lightly, his hand still soothing up and down your back gently, not helping in the least he knows. Still, he can't help himself; he wants to ply you with love, with comfort, if he can. You sigh happily.

"N' a minute." You mumble. Your words are slurring the more tired you get. "Just wanna be at a party with my super hot and amazing boyfriend for one more minute. S'okay?"

Steve's heart crumples and he can feel his entire body curl up, his legs sliding up an inch, his hands tensing, all involuntarily reactions to try bring you in closer to him. There is an ache in his very core but it's a lovely ache. Steve feels a burn behind his eyes. He blinks and presses a long kiss to your hairline.

"Yeah, sweetheart," He murmurs into your hair. "That's more than okay with me."

#title from halo by beyonce ! bcos i literally have. had on it repeat #plus the line in there about halos is indeed a ref to that <3 #why did i bust this out in one night. who am i #this is unedited so like if theres a mistake just like take me out the back and shoot me dead #ruby writes steve #steve harrington #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fluff #annnnnd uuuuuh post :D

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