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blindmagdalena · 2 days

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UGHH feed us some more LadyLander I wanna kiss women raghh 🤲🏼🤲🏼🤲🏼

fem!homelander.... my beloved....

believe me when i say i think nonstop about the predatory lilt to her pretty smile. the way her blonde hair spills over her shoulder when she tilts her head. how it tickles your neck when she leans in to whisper something in your ear, pitching her voice lower, huskier. i always imagine her with a slight rasp to her natural speaking voice, which is different from her "media voice."

i think about how she's crass and as sharp as a razor. how much she enjoys shaking men's hands and squeezing a little too hard just to make them flinch for the way they leer, be it at her or her ladies. she's just as viciously territorial of the women in her life. maybe more.

and don't get me started on the way she kisses. her lips are so often drawn in a tight, unimpressed line, but when you kiss her they become plush against yours and she thrums with a hunger that could devour you in an instant. that would break you apart if not for the depths of her restraint, if not for the dozens of mouths and spines and bodies she's broken a hundred—a thousand—times before. she's so intimately acquainted with violence that she also knows exactly how not to break you when she's taking you to pieces with her touches.

her gentleness is more than restraint, though. it's purpose. it's consumptive and relentless, a constant siege on every inch of you. she's so desperate to feel, to taste, to touch. she needs it more than air, and she deserves it for how sweetly she behaves. how she only bruises when you ask her to. how she only bites when you beg her to.

because for all her rough edges, she still craves your tender approval most of all.

#SIGHS #i promise i'm going to write her soon i just have so many ideas all the time!!!#ladylander #darling anon #ask and you shall receive #homelander x reader #homelander headcanons #x reader #homelander x you

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tinyhorror · 4 months

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carrying her to safety

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scurviesdisneyblog · 1 year

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𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚝Ｉᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴀɢᴇ (1937 - 1942)

#ask and you shall receive #disney eras #disney #the golden age #disney animation #disney concept art #concept art #art #artwork #animation art #illustration #snow white and the seven dwarfs #pinocchio #pinocchio 1940 #fantasia #dumbo #dumbo 1941 #bambi #mine

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dewdropdinosaur · 19 days

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Fixer Upper

ALASTOR x (F)READER

Summary: Someone dared to break Alastor's precious radio and his wrath is inconsolable. But turns out you may have some small tricks up your sleeve.

Warnings: NONE

For the dearest @anon-of-the-void. My darling, it is a pleasure as always to write these for you.

In the bustling chaos of the Hazbin Hotel, where demons sought redemption amidst the fiery chaos of Hell, an unlikely friendship blossomed. Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon, found solace in the presence of Y/N, an inventive soul from the Victorian Era who had found herself amidst the peculiar denizens of the underworld.

Y/N was a tinkerer, always tinkering away in her workshop, concocting gadgets and gizmos that would make even the most adept engineers marvel. Alastor, with his vintage charm and macabre wit, found her creations fascinating, and the two formed an unusual bond over their shared love for innovation.

One fateful day, disaster struck when Alastor's beloved old-time radio, his prized possession from his living days, broke down. The demon was devastated, his usual jovial demeanor clouded by a rare display of anger. The residents of the hotel trembled in fear, knowing the havoc that could be unleashed if the Radio Demon's rage remained unchecked.

Alastor's crimson eyes blazed with fury as he prowled the halls of the Hazbin Hotel, his usual jovial smile replaced by a menacing snarl. The residents cowered in fear, whispering among themselves as they caught glimpses of the Radio Demon's wrathful form.

"You there!" Alastor's voice boomed, sending shivers down the spines of those unfortunate enough to cross his path. "Do you have any idea of the inconvenience of my beloved radio breaking? The nerve, the audacity!"

Niffty, the hyperactive cleaner demon, spoke with a frantic passion as she viewed the mangled radio."Alastor! I'll do it! Let me clean it please!"

Alastor's laughter rang out like a chilling melody, sending a chill through the air. "Oh, my dear Nifty, no thank you. This requires some…interrogation but feel free to clean up the aftermath."

Angel Dust, lounging lazily on a nearby couch, scoffed, "Oh, lighten up, Al, it's just a stupid radio. Besides, it's not like anyone listens to your old-timey tunes anyway."

The room fell silent as Alastor's gaze bore into Angel Dust, his smile twisting into a sinister grin. "Is that so, my dear Angel? Perhaps I should demonstrate the consequences of underestimating the power of music."

With a snap of his fingers, Alastor summoned a spectral microphone, its ethereal glow casting eerie shadows across the room. "Now, let's see who's laughing when I unleash the full force of my wrath upon this wretched offender!"

The residents of the Hazbin Hotel trembled as Alastor's menacing laughter echoed through the halls, knowing all too well that when the Radio Demon was in a foul mood, no one was safe from his terrifying fury.

As fear spread throughout the hotel, Y/N knew she had to act swiftly to quell the storm brewing within Alastor's heart. Ignoring the warnings of her peers, she clandestinely snatched the broken radio and retreated to her workshop, determined to restore it to its former glory.Under the cover of night, she stealthily crept into Alastor's room, her pockets filled with tools and determination. With deft hands, she dismantled the broken radio, each cog and wire familiar to her skilled touch.

Hour after hour, Y/N toiled away, her nimble fingers dancing across the delicate machinery. With each adjustment and tweak, the radio gradually came back to life, its familiar crackle filling the air once more. But as the night wore on, fatigue gnawed at Y/N's bones, her eyelids growing heavy with exhaustion. But she pressed on, fueled by determination and a desire to see her friend smile once more.

Finally, with a soft click, the radio sprang to life, emitting a crackling sound before filling the room with the familiar strains of vintage jazz. Y/N let out a sigh of relief, a triumphant smile gracing her lips as she admired her handiwork.

But as she stood there basking in her success, fatigue finally caught up with her. With a yawn, she sank into a nearby chair, her eyes fluttering closed as sleep claimed her.

Unbeknownst to her, Alastor had been silently watching from the shadows, his expression unreadable as he observed Y/N's tireless efforts to fix his broken radio. When he saw her succumb to exhaustion, a pang of concern tugged at his heart, softening the edges of his usually stoic demeanor.

Quietly, he approached her slumbering form, his footsteps barely audible against the creaking floorboards. Gently, he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch light as a feather.

"My dear Y/N," he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur. "Such devotion, such selflessness. You truly are a marvel."

A warmth blossomed in Alastor's chest as he watched her sleep, a feeling he couldn't quite put into words. For the first time in centuries, he felt something akin to tenderness stirring within him—a feeling he realized with a start was nothing short of admiration.

With a soft sigh, Alastor leaned in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to Y/N's forehead before picking up her form and striding over to his bed; tucking her in with the utmost care. As he stood there in the dimly lit room, surrounded by the quiet hum of the fixed radio and the soft breathing of his friend, he knew at that moment that he was irrevocably touched by her kindness.

And as the first light of dawn painted the sky, Alastor silently vowed to cherish and protect Y/N, for she had not only fixed his broken radio but had also managed to mend something far more precious—his wounded heart.

The next morning dawned upon the Hazbin Hotel, the air tinged with a sense of relief as the residents basked in the knowledge that Alastor's beloved radio had been fixed. Alastor strode into the lobby with a confident swagger, his usual grin plastered on his face. With a flick of his wrist, he turned on the radio, the familiar crackle of static filling the air before giving way to the melodic strains of love songs from a bygone era.

The residents exchanged puzzled glances, their confusion evident as they listened to the unexpected playlist. Angel Dust raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well, looks like someone's feeling a bit sentimental today."

Alastor's grin widened, though there was a hint of something softer lurking beneath the surface. "Ah, my dear Angel, music has a way of stirring the soul, don't you think?"

As the love songs continued to play, the other residents couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth wash over them. Even the gruffest demons found themselves tapping their claws to the beat, caught up in the unexpected romance of it all.

But as Alastor's gaze lingered on Y/N, who stood among the crowd with a shy smile, a wave of realization washed over him. It wasn't just any love songs he was playing—it was a silent declaration of his growing affection for the inventive soul who had captured his heart.

And as the music filled the room with its sweet melody, Alastor couldn't help but feel a surge of hope coursing through him. Perhaps, in the midst of Hell's chaos, there was still room for love to blossom—a love that transcended time and defied all odds.

With a soft chuckle, Alastor stole a glance at Y/N, his heart swelling with newfound courage. For in that moment, amidst the gentle strains of love songs and the soft glow of morning light, he knew that he was falling—falling head over heels for the one who had fixed not only his broken radio but also the shattered pieces of his soul.

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pomporri · 3 months

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he's only pretending to sleep so you can carry him to bed

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv fanart #stardew fanart #stardew elliott #sdv elliott #elliot stardew valley #honk shoo mimimimi #honk shoo honk shoo #ask and you shall receive

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cordiallyfuturedwight · 2 months

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banana!jin for @jjwannie (cr. dwellingsouls)

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trashyshrew · 7 months

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not entirely sure if the below request was directed at me, but i got a notification for it and that's all the justification i needed 😂

#death note #lawlight #l lawliet #light yagami #rough sketches #art memes #ask and you shall receive #or maybe no one asked me for this one idk #whoops

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canisalbus · 16 days

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Just had to share that the perfect stiletto stilettos for Machete showed up on my dash right after your post.

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#ah excellent #ask and you shall receive #answered #vialheart #tagged

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milich96 · 11 months

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"It is useless, hero. I won't let you go until we find the steed of mine you lost"

#ganlink #ganon carrying link around like a bag is very funny #ask and you shall receive #link #ganon #ganondorf #totk #legend of zelda #loz totk #legend of zelda tears of the kingdom #nintendo #my art

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missviviii · 5 months

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Hi!! Can I ask for a Mizu x female reader who is also a samurai but mostly uses a bow? Tytyty💗💗

a/n: of course!! your wish is my command 🫶

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“Always in the Shadows”

warning(s): Swearing

summary: there’s someone in the shadows behind her, protecting her back and saving her at the very last moment. you took it upon yourself to save mizu’s ass and watch over her just in case anything goes wrong.

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You’ve grown fond of the samurai, watching her back just in case anything happens when she’s not aware. Mizu knows you are there, she can sense it and you never leave without leaving her a little something. Maybe it’s a charm that you tied around her sword, or some money to buy food, but you’ve got her interested.

So why is it that you don’t show your face, but help out either way? You were a samurai, just like her. You’ve watched her long enough to understand that her path is one not to be messed with, and you rather not have dangerous cutthroats being thrown your way by a certain white man because Mizu always has a backup—which was you. Besides, it much more amusing to watch the amused look on her face when she wakes up to find herself bandaged up and left with money or a charm by you after nearly dying. She’d always regain her consciousness to find an arrow beside whatever gift you left her.

Mizu was running through the snowy woods of Japan, grunting as she tightly held her blade beside her. The sound of loud, heavy footsteps were behind her, and the sound of men yelling to find this blue-eyed samurai grew louder. You followed after her in the trees, hopping branch to branch to watch the entire thing.

“You know, this would be a great fucking time to give up, you samurai! Give it up, you’re going to bleed yourself out!” One of the men loudly yelled, to which you shot an arrow at and it hit his neck. He shrieked out, blood rushing out of his neck and covering the white snow in red. Mizu smirked as she looked up at the trees, only to see an outline of your figure among the snowy branches.

You kept a watchful eye, not revealing your location or letting any of the men out of your gaze. You could’ve just swooped in and just took them all out, but where’s the fun in that?

The sound of blades clinking against each other, swooshing through the air, and the sound of the men yelling as Mizu killed them off filled the empty woods. Impressive You thought. Even injured, she’s still fighting like a pro. You thought she was in the clear until she grunted, falling down onto her knees as the large gash on her side began to pour at blood.

And just to her luck, not of all of them were dead.

Immediately, you picked up your bow and aimed at each one of them, taking out them one by one and using their cluelessness to where the arrows were coming from to your advantage. “Finally,” you murmured as you hopped down the tree branch and rushed over to Mizu’s side.

Mizu, who was only closing her eyes in hopes she can catch a glimpse of you distracted, was bleeding out. “Well fucking hell, I’m going to have to get you somewhere so I can clean up your wounds," you say to yourself as you lifted her up onto your back and looked around for a brief moment for an abandoned temple that you can stay at. While you were carrying her, Mizu opened one eye just to see your hair. Pretty. Then she closed her eyes.

With the fire crackling in the background, you patched Mizu up and took care of her. You hadn’t suspected that she saw a part of you. You brewed medicine, fed her, tucked her into bed—made sure she was safe and well.

Per usual, you took out a pouch of money and dropped it beside the bed roll. Just as you were about to leave, an arm reached out and pulled your arm. It was Mizu. “You..are the archer that has been following me, huh?” She whispered, her hand still holding onto your hand while she sat up. You turned around, surprised that she was already awake. Usually she was knocked out for a good hour or two, but she’s up early.

“You’re awake early.” You sat down beside Mizu while she scooted over to make room for you. Mizu’s silent, her blue eyes staring at your face intently, then to your bow, then to the arrows you carried with you. She said nothing, only tackling you down with a hug. She’s in love already.

“Thank you,” she murmured, face buried in the crook of your neck.

#ask answered #ask and answer #mizu x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #finished #request #asks open #ask and you shall receive #writing for fun #requests open #x reader #fluff

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blindmagdalena · 2 days

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Sorry, I hope you don’t mind if I ramble about LadyLander.

I couldn’t help but think about LadyLander’s makeup artist. And how they have to bend over backwards to do the very natural makeup look. And then slowly their responsibilities increase from make up, to skin care, and then hair. Because no one else is good enough. Even though they have surface level knowledge about any field outside of makeup.

Oh, I could just see the previous makeup being let go after LadyLander did an interview and it was seen on camera that she had lipstick on her teeth.

I think that would make LadyLander spiral in my opinion.

For some reason I can see LadyLander staring into the mirror for hours on in with a forced smile that’s creepy.

And I can see LadyLander walking in on reader changing. “Oh whoopsie! Well we’re both women aren’t we!”

never apologize for rambling about ladylander to me

Homelander's appearance is already soooo important to him, and naturally that pressure would be doubled as a woman. you're right about those types of spirals for sure.

the forced smile makes me think of just. how much media training Homelander has endured. perfecting expressions, memorizing the way they feel, adjusting that smile to lessen the appearance wrinkles. you paint a chilling image 😭

#and yea ofc she's not gonna have any better sense of boundaries than her male counterpart loooooool #total abuse of power #ladylander #ask and you shall receive #homelander headcanons #x reader

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misteria247 · 1 year

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really called smn a ho

SGSGSGSGSGSGDFSFSFSFSF ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? GOD DAMN DONATELLO HAMATO OVER HERE MURDERING HIS ENEMIES IN COLD BLOOD-

This gives me the vibes from that one vine that goes-

"I said whoever threw that paper, you're mom's a hoe."

#oli talks #ooc #muns ramblings #mindless ramblings of a madman #asks #ask and you shall receive #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #tmnt donnie #tmnt 2k12 donnie #Donatello Hamato #if any new tmnt fans are looking for a sign to check out the 2012 series here's your sign lmaooooo #Donnie is my one true love for a reason

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theshotsheardacrossworlds · 2 months

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Pushing hair back behind the others ear

(Thanks Anon! <3)

"Do you mind if I do something?" You ask Astarion, who looks up from his book with a bemused look on his face. Since he came clean to you about his feelings, you and he have spent every evening together in his tent (usually on his bedroll, like tonight)---reading, talking, and more cuddling than you had anticipated. Who would've thought he'd love it so much!

"What, darling?"

You scooch closer to him and tuck one of his beautiful silver curls behind a pointed ear. Smiling, you sigh. "I really did mean it when I said I love the way your hair curls behind your ears."

He blinks a few times, his ruby eyes full of confusion. "Y-you did, and I was--"

You tuck another curl behind his ear and giggle. "A twat."

He closes his book and sets it aside. He then wraps an arm around your thick waist, his pretty mouth a hair's breath from your cheek. "Tell me more, sweetness...tell me what you love about me. I want to hear it all." Astarion teases.

"Even if there are things I love that you don't necessarily like?" You turn your head slightly to face him, your own teasing smile on your lips.

He rolls his eyes. "I suppose. Go on then, darling."

"I love the way your hair curls around your ears. It's so cute." Your lips touch his briefly. "I love your laugh lines...I love your laugh. It's so very you and lovely." Oh he looks not happy that I mentioned the laugh lines, but tough nuggets, love! "I love how you always check in on me after a fight or something awful happening by touching the small of my back. I love the way you hold my hand. I love your hands. I love how expressive your eyes are. I love how you pick locks so easily and with so much flair. I--"

Astarion silences you with a sudden kiss, and your parasite tingles.

Laugh lines?! REALLY!?!? It's a good thing you're cute, my sweet.

Really.

Really?!

Really really.

He pulls away and smiles, and a pale, cold hand caresses your cheek. "I adore you, you know."

You know he means it. You know there is more he wishes to say but cannot right now.

So you say it for him.

"I love you too, Astarion."

The rest of the evening passes with him insisting on holding your soft, warm body close to his.

And when you finally drift off to sleep, he only holds you tighter.

#astarion x reader #prompt fill #ask and you shall receive #astarion bg3 #plus size reader #astarion ancunin #the way his hair curls behind his ears ;_;#soft astarion #set in act 2 sometime idk lol

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skiaskai · 1 year

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can i offer more vashmeryl as that one parks and rec bit of meryl hiding in vash’s coat from bugs and he’s like “sting me all you want! i’ve been stung before, im immune now” (is that how it works? no. does he know that? yes. does it get meryl to laugh and thats all that matters? also yes)

#trigun #trigun stampede #ask and you shall receive #sorry I’m so lazy about his arm ilu vash #vashmeryl

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alilarew23 · 1 month

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go to the end, lovelies. it’s already written.

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ddeck · 5 months

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jedi oc Mohliko, as requested. a bit of facts under cut

her timeline is set before the prequel trilogy. she was born around 98BBY and brought to the temple on Coruscant. she dies right before the prequels start

while being a jedi knight, she also practices force healing

she is very prone to force visions. around 14yo she has a vision of the fall of the republic and jedi massacre during order 66 but the vision is too vague for her to figure out anything specific. all she knows is that something terrible is going to happen but she wont live long enough to witness it

coincidentally, she sees this vision on the exact day palpatine is born

because she was brought up in the temple around force sensitives that could always easily understand her emotions, she grew to be inexpensive and not very talkative

during early knighthood she owns an akk dog

a bit later (around 27yo) she spends several years on a solo mission on a distant planet where she studies an abandoned sith temple

while planetside she settles in a forest and becomes a legend between the locals who think she is either a witch or a spirit

her overall design and silhouette are heavily inspired by traditional dresses around south caucasus

#ask and you shall receive #my beloved space tajik #star wars #jedi oc #deckdraws #oc mohliko

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