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Hello, let's ignore the fact that I've been dead for years push that aside I need help finding a specific hazbin hotel fic! All details I can remember are below:

Possibly male!reader

X multiple characters

From memory husk and angel as well as vox and I think maybe alastor?? Not 100% sure on alaster but I know reader and Valentino fight A LOT for quite the long time.

First romance between reader and one of the sinners was a kiss with husk after an emotional drinking session I think

There was a new years chapter where husk is the one to kiss them after the clock hits 12:00 while the others are arguing over who gets the kiss

Angel and reader have a really sweet soft relationship and reader sticks up against Val for angel often.

If I remember anything else I'll let yall know but I've been searching all morning for this fic and going insane cause I cannot find it. It was a linger fic I think, completed as well to my knowledge but it's been so long it may not have been completed.

Part 9 … :1

Don't ask me how Ecliptica's hair fit into her helmet. Her helmet works like Finn's hat from Adventure Time👌

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Masterpost Ref sheet

Reblogging this so I don't lose it because oh my god I love it

The eye of the hurricane. I like to think Cassandra sometimes called the brothers by the nicknames their dad used, given they were probably pretty close before his passing.

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Man oh man, this one was way messier and off model than my last few updates but whatever, we got to keep this ball rolling! Life's been crazy so I've had to take some unwanted breaks in between updates. Thanks everyone for your patience as always!

One thing I wanted in this flashback was to really get a sense of how the brothers worked as an experienced team with Leo at the helm as a proper leader. It's something we never got to see much of in Rise and I felt it was important to include since half the team is already gone by the time of Replica. Team Dynamics Ted Talk under the cut!

We know from Casey Jr that Leo stressed the importance of listening to your team. A big part of that also means knowing how to communicate with them in general.

With Michelangelo, he keeps it short and succinct, trusting his brother to know what he's doing when in his element. This trust goes a long way with Mikey, having spent years of his youth as the baby striving for the respect he felt he deserved. Leo knows it's best to not bog Mikey down with details, allowing him to improvise as needed. This unspoken freedom has only grown over time as Mikey has dipped deeper into spiritual arts that, frankly, go completely over Leo's head.

The greatest sacrifice Leo has ever made was read Donnie's Big Book of Bad Guy Codes. While he doesn't remember ALL the numbers, he has memorized the ones that matter and it has helped tremendously in avoiding miscommunication with his genius brother. More importantly it silenced any of Donnie's usual belly-aching. As Leo's "twin"/"equal" the two still butt heads from time to time. Donnie respects his brother's authority (mostly) but will still push the boundaries of what he's allowed on a semi-regular basis. Give Donnie an inch and he will take the mile and then find a loop hole that allows him to go twenty miles more. This is partially due to him often being the one left behind at HQ, making the turtle just a TAD stir crazy. Leo does his best to keep him in line regardless.

Big brother Raph will forever and always be big brother to Leo. As such he holds a place of authority in Leo's heart and is someone he still regularly seeks counsel from in both the ways of leadership and more. Raph is always happy to support his younger brother and does a surprisingly good job (albeit after years of practice) of walking the line so as not to step on his brother's toes in the process. At least not since the secret of "the Key" blew up in their faces several years ago. They don't talk about that anymore. Leo is the leader now and he's done a great job in recent years as far as Raph is concerned. He trusts him to make the right call. The two have a close bond and regularly use mind meld to quickly communicate rather than speak ...this will be important to remember for the future.

Hope that overall feeling came through for this group!

Looking for a specific fanfic.

It's a rottmnt Donatello fanfic where he's a streamer using a very "detailed" turtle persona when in reality it's just him. I can't remember anything other then it was written beautifully and was still being written when I lost it a few month ago maybe a year or two ago I'm not sure I've got horrible sense of time.

Edit: Adding to this, it was an x reader fic where he interacted with the reader on his alt account bootyyyshaker9000 while his main streamer account that reader watched was Ryan von orthelo or however its spelt

Edit 2: it's been found! Ty for the help yall <3

Fanfic is called Therefore Love on wattpad written by MadamMuffins

Just got into this Fandom and oh my god I am a simp for Donatello help

tries to sleep, fails, gets melancholy, copes by writing purple turtle fic donatello/reader, gn!reader, rated t, 1.6k. insomnia, friends to.... friends, (were you ever just friends? are you something more? what is love if not friendship shifted an inch to the left?), yearning, yearning, yearning, yearning—

Donatello is sleeping.

Hefting a fatigued sigh, you hover in the doorway to his bedroom for a moment. Staring at his face, taking it in. He’s gotten unfairly handsome as the years have gone by. Beautiful, even. Pretty angles, sharp defined lines, dark seductive eyes. Like this, unmasked, slack in sleep, it’s free for you to look as much as you want. More than you can during the day. A little secret thing just for your own heart’s keeping.

…Best friends shouldn’t want to stare at each other like this, you think with an ache.

It’s late. You can’t sleep. Lying down has provided nothing but racing thoughts you can’t quiet. Things to do tomorrow. Things to say when you see someone. Things to write down if you can hold them until the morning. Things, things, things. So many things in your head, ten thousand little voices like little snowflakes in your skull. Each small, powerless; but together, a force too mighty to outrun.

And Donnie is sleeping. Normally he’s awake. Fiddling, poking, prodding, studying, twisting, cracking, bending. Available to draw you into sleep. Always soothing, petting your hair, cooing at you until you drift off at last to the dulcet sounds of his low rumbles.

But not tonight. Tonight he sleeps, pretty in his sheets even as he’s all sprawled out and drooling. Cute. He’s cute. He’s cute and close enough to touch but so, so far away that you know you never will. Not like that. Not like that. 

It’s late. You can’t sleep. 

Slowly, not wanting to wake him, infuriated with yourself just at the thought that you’d risked it by lingering as long as you have, you peel away from his door frame and sneak into the living room. The couch greets you again. Inviting, soft. It smells like turtle ass. Popcorn. Movie night. It smells like family, like home. Scratchy beneath your cheek. You’ve been meaning to get them some new pillows. The way Mikey had laughed so hard he’d snorted his drink. Leo’s squawk when it got all over him. The weight of Donnie’s arm on your shoulder when he’d leaned on you while laughing until he got the hiccups. His cologne, new, smells nice. You should tell him tomorrow.

(You can’t tell him. There’s no way for a best friend to look at the other with pupils shaped like hearts and be the same. You can’t tell him.)

Heavily, you sigh. It’s late. You can’t sleep.

You sit up. Get up off the couch. Stretch a little before exhaling and walking around a bit to try and work off some of this excess energy. The darkness of the living room isn’t so much, anymore, what with how your eyes have adjusted. You can see the pieces of the evening strewn about. A pizza box that Splinter’s going to find in the morning and yell at the lot of you for not throwing out. Raph’s teddy bear, leaning against the other couch where he’d been pretending he hadn’t been using it to hide his face in the scary parts. Mikey’s cup, half-full, forgotten in Leo’s panic to find paper towels. And—

—Donnie, standing in the doorway, bleary-eyed, arms folded. 

“Why are you awake?” he asks, voice tumbling over your ears like rocks on a riverbed. Guilt strikes you like a blow. He’s exhausted. You’ve woken him up.

“I’m sorry,” you say as an answer, tangling your fingers in the shirt you’d borrowed out of his closet. The shirt you always borrow. The shirt that’s half yours, now. 

Donnie’s quiet. You sink your teeth into your lower lip and hope he’ll shrug and go back to bed. Maybe, if he’s lucky, he’s got enough sleep juice in him that he’ll drift right back off and forget this happened. 

He doesn’t. “…Can’t sleep?”

The guilt burns your skin like sand in the wind. You smile and pretend. “I’ll be okay. Go back to bed, Don. You need it more than I do.”

He doesn’t. 

“…Please?” you try again. 

You’re met, instead, with a sigh. He rubs the back of his head where his mask would tie if he were wearing it. Lets his arm fall to his side—ah, except no. He’s holding out his hand, palm outstretched, inviting you to come close. When you don’t, his beak wrinkles. “Come here.” 

You take a few steps closer, but don’t take his hand just yet. “What are you doing?”

“Just come here,” he says again, curling his fingers a few times in an imperious grabby command. You come closer. He opens his tired eyes in a squint, mouth dipped into a frown, and his gesture gets more demanding. “Come here.” 

Stepping closer, closer, closer, finally you get within range. You realize he wants your hand the moment he loses patience with you, watching as he rolls his eyes and reaches out to encircle your wrist with strong fingers. They eclipse the bones there easily, tugging as he turns, pulling you out of the living room. 

“Don—” you start to protest, but he stops you with a breath.

“Stubborn,” he accuses, though there’s no heat to the word. The scoff is thick on the back of your tongue—Donnie of all people calling you stubborn—but you don’t let it out, knowing it’ll be too-loud in the pitch night. 

He pulls you into his room, the very room that had been such a sweet siren song to you earlier. He pulls you towards his bed. He pulls you in behind him when he settles in. He pulls you beneath his blanket. He pulls, pulls, pulls, until your chest is flush to his plastron and his arm is around your waist and his breath is in your face and your heart is in your throat.

It’s late. You’re not going to be able to sleep.

“…Go to sleep,” he says after a few seconds, doubtless able to feel the way your pulse is like a hummingbird against his skin. 

“Sorry,” you say in lieu of—anything else. You don’t dare try to say another word, unsure of what exactly would tumble out instead. Perhaps a sweet poem about the texture of his skin against yours. Maybe a lament that he feels the need to tuck his thigh between yours so so so close to where you wake in a pool of sweat dreaming of his touch. Or possibly a whispered confession that tastes like lightning and blood and sugar all at the same time; that you want this but not this, you want this but more. 

Gently, a forehead bonks against yours. Dark eyes open and meet yours, centimeters away. He studies you, and you watch the gears turn. More slowly than usual, lethargic even, because of his slumber. 

“You’re thinking too much,” he murmurs. Dumbly, you nod. “Need to talk about it?”

“…Yeah,” you admit, then, “…but I won’t.”

He doesn’t like that. A frown mars his beautiful, beautiful face. 

“Why?”

You swallow the incredulous laugh, the kaleidoscope of responses. They’re all irrelevant, impossible to share, save for one. “You should sleep.”

Donnie’s hand tightens, fingers curling in his—your—shirt in the small of your back. “So should you.”

“Yeah.”

“…”

“…”

“…I don’t understand.” The confession, rare, makes you sigh. 

“…I don’t either,” you tell him. And you don’t. Why did you have to feel this way for him? Why couldn’t it be someone easier that stole your heart? Why does it have to be the one person you can’t stand to lose? Why does he have to be so comfortable touching you like this and making it hurt even worse? Why can’t you stop feeling this way?

Why can’t you sleep? Why can’t you sleep? 

His fingers unfurl from your shirt. His hand dips beneath the hem, finding the skin of your back. Slow shivers spread like little earthquakes as he strokes along your spine, tectonic caresses that ripple and destroy. It's familiar enough a touch that you don't stop him; unfamiliar enough that it rends you inside out.

Donnie leans in. Ghosts his lips along your jaw. It’s not a kiss; you’re just friends, after all. But it’s a sweet caress that feels good, all the way to where he lingers at your ear, whispering there, quivering at the touch that's too close to something else to be fair. “Close your eyes.”

You have one rule: listen to Donatello. So you do; you close your eyes, let his nails drag down your back, let his mouth press warm into your pulse, let his chest rumble with churrs that fill the night air with something akin to a lullaby. His legs curl around yours, mixing, confusing, making the separation of you disappear. 

It’s… maddening. You hate this. You love him. You love him so much. You hate that he can do this so easily. 

“Shhh,” comes the gentle coo against your skin, like he can tell you’re pulling away from his intent. You obey that, too. Donnie says to be quiet, so you quiet. Thoughts, movements, words; all of them fall away at his beckoning. “Just like that. Good.”

Good, you think, feeling a little fuzzy. It feels good to be good for him. God. You’d be so good for him—but no. None of that, now. Not when you can pretend that these little presses of his lips are kisses. That the thickness of his thigh pressed to your shorts means something. That his hand scratching lines in your skin is something meant to claim as much as it is to calm.

“Making me work for it tonight,” you hear him mumble, half-conscious of the words, not sure if they’re real or part of a dream he’s built for you. “Good job, sweetheart. Just like that.” 

More brushes of his mouth. A slow glide of tongue. A lovely dream, you think, finally letting your muscles go slack. A dream of a Donatello who would hold you like this, talk to you like this. A Donatello who is more than just your best friend.

It’s late. Finally, warm and held and pulled into a sweet dream, finally, you sleep.

Masterlist (Obey Me)

Demon Brothers

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Undatables

Diavolo

Solomon

Simeon

Barbatos

All/ Multiple

First Kisses

Lucifer (Obey Me)

Fluff:

Affection Headcannons

Smut:

Soulmate AU:

First Meeting

Mammon (Obey Me)

Fluff:

Affection Headcannons

Smut:

Soulmate AU:

First Meeting

Leviathan (Obey Me)

Fluff:

Affection Headcannons

Smut:

Soulmate AU:

First Meeting

Satan (Obey Me)

Fluff:

Affection Headcannons

Smut:

Soulmate AU:

First Meeting

Asmodeus (Obey Me)

Fluff:

Affection Headcannons

Smut:

Soulmate AU:

First Meeting

Beelzebub (Obey Me)

Fluff:

Affection Headcannons

Smut:

Soulmate AU:

First Meeting

Belphegor (Obey Me)

Fluff:

Affection Headcannons

Smut:

Soulmate AU:

First Meeting

After literal years I've finally remembered I have this blog. Rereading my old work was actually really nice, and while I'm not sure if my skill level is the same as it was I'm going to give it a shot at getting back into this whole writing thing

More clips

Lucifer: I beg to differ

MC, without thinking: Then beg

*distant sound of a plate shattering as Mammon rolls on the ground in laughter*

_________________

Lucifer: What kind of fireworks would you recommend?

MC, Levi and Solomon in unison: Wouldn’t you like to know weather boy.

Lucifer crying later: I don’t even know how Solomon got into the house of lamentation he was supposed to be in the human world.

Dom To Sub + NSFW Headcannons (Obey Me)

Warnings:

NSFW

FOUL LANGUAGE (SWEARING)

(Headcannons below the cut)

Lucifer 

We already know that this man likes to be in control of situations, so it’s no surprise that he would be the most dominant in the bedroom.

Satan 

Almost tied with Lucifer for first.

The only reason he’s not, is because he does occasionally like to let you take the lead.

He will put a collar on you if you let him while he fucks you from behind.

Belphegor 

Despite his constantly tired state, Belphegor will be in full control during sex.

Prefers to be laying on his back while he helps you ride him, but will top you to prove a point or when he’s frustrated.

Belphegor radiates top energy and the only reason that he isn’t higher on the list is because of Lucifer and Satan.

Asmodeus

The master of switches has arrived.

You’re tired? He’ll do all the work while praising you.

You want to top? He loves when you take control so he’ll be more then happy to let you.

Leviathan

As shy as he is, Levi will top you without hesitation at your request.

He much prefers to be the bottom though, and gets so blushy when you praise him.

Very into cosplay and roleplay.

Beelzebub

Always worried about hurting you due to his size, Beel tends to let you top him for your own safety.

He’ll keep his hands on your hips to help you ride him.

If you ever manage to get him to top you, he’ll be so gentle with you, checking periodically in to make sure he isn’t hurting you.

Absolutely loves giving oral. 

He just wants to taste you, and to him, you taste amazing

Mammon

Are you really surprised?

Mammon is a sub through and through.

If you request it or he’s in a particularly bad mood, he’ll top you but don’t expect it to happen often.

Praise him and he’ll become a mess under you.

Source: This

SINCE POSTING THIS I'VE GOTTEN 2 UR CARDS ON MY FREE PULLS ONE DAY AFTER ANOTHER SO HELL YEAH THE DARK MAGIC WORKED

How do you guys get Ur and Ur+ cards in the free pulls or the 10 pulls?????

I can't spend money on the game so I saved up dp for a 10 pull and I got 3 ssr skill up cards but never once have I gotten a ur card😭

Share your luck pls I just want Levi

Mood

Head empty, only Levi thoughts.

If it works I'll do it-

How do you guys get Ur and Ur+ cards in the free pulls or the 10 pulls?????

I can't spend money on the game so I saved up dp for a 10 pull and I got 3 ssr skill up cards but never once have I gotten a ur card😭

Share your luck pls I just want Levi

How do you guys get Ur and Ur+ cards in the free pulls or the 10 pulls?????

I can't spend money on the game so I saved up dp for a 10 pull and I got 3 ssr skill up cards but never once have I gotten a ur card😭

Share your luck pls I just want Levi

🍃🌺🌙If you receive this you make somebody happy. Go and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get it back even better 🌙🌺🍃👉👈

Aaljshsjakak you make me happy too😭❤🧡🖤

Dildo Generator

Online 3D experiment by Ikaros Kappler which is described as a “Extrusion/Revolution Generator” ….

Created with three.js, you can alter the bezier curves and angle of the form, and is designed with 3D printing in mind (models can be exported and saved, as well as calculated weight in silicone).

Try it out for yourself (if you wish) here

I love a sea snek and his love of the ocean aesthetic 

finally finished this painting i sketched out months ago… please click for better quality i know tumblr is gonna kill it (reference used)

Belphie 💜

Incorrect Quotes 52/50

Satan, opens a closet to find MC and Levi inside: What are you two doing in here?

Levi, flustered as all hell: Nothing! We were just-

MC: Not each other, in case you were wondering. Or drugs. Or taxes.

Incorrect Quote 56/50

Asmodeus: MC, truth or dare?

MC: Truth.

Asmodeus: Do you have romantic feelings for anyone in this room?

Leviathan: *chokes on his water*

Satan and Lucifer: Leaning in with a smile*

Belphegor: *opening his eyes to watch*

Beelzebub: *stops eating for a moment and pays attention:

Mammon: *already thinking that he's going to hear his name.

MC: Dare.

Asmodeus, with a wider smile: I dare you to tell us who you have romantic feelings for!

MC: ...

MC: Never have I ever-

Asmodeus: THat'S nOt tHE GaME-

Incorrect Quotes 54/50

MC, while visiting purgatory hall: Can I please just use your shower?

Solomon: Only if you put it back after

Incorrect quotes 55/50

Asmodeus: Can you give me a massage?

MC: No, because you moan really loud and your brothers think we’re having sex.