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lukemfhughes · 1 year
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Hi I was wondering if you could do sick Luca fantilli x reader if not that’s completely fine
Yea ofc!
Winter cold was going around the campus and this time your boyfriend Luca got it. He lives in the same campus building as you what makes it easier to see each other. Well now when he was sick it made it easy for you to take care of him by bringing him some soup or meds. He was sad that he couldn’t play. You wanted to make him that happy Luca again. So you decided to go to his room with all his fav foods to watch movies there.
You arrived his room and knocked at the door softly. ”Hold up a sec!” You hear him shout. You just chuckle by yourself. He opens the door and looks suprised that you are there at unusual time. ”What are you doing here?” He asks. ”I came to hang out with you.” You say and push past him to enter the room. ”No, you are going to get sick.” He argues. ”I don’t care, i just wanna hang out with you.” You mumble. ”Fine then.” He says and flops into his bed. The rest of the day you two spent cuddles in his bed and watching his fav movies.
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field-s-of-flowers · 2 years
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Something of a scholar
My @drinkwithme-exchange fic for @schroedingers-draht! Hope you enjoy!
The Café Lemblin was, in a word, sweltering. Even with the windows open, the breeze blowing in was a sticky one characteristic of July, and the old proprietress refused to extinguish the roaring fire even at Grantaire’s most persuasive requests. It was a good place to go in the winter, when the world outside is achingly cold and nothing sounds better than a mug of coffee in your hands.
And even in the balmy days of July, Jean Prouvaire was always cold, so this initially seemed like just his place.
“What’s the matter, Jehan?”
But, as often, Grantaire’s young friend was quite unreachable. Jehan Prouvaire never seemed to notice the world around him half as much as he did his own thoughts. He looked even odder today than usual: sunburnt to a crisp, with a tawny, girlish braid rapidly coming undone and a kelly-green waistcoat that looked to have been thrown around him in haste. Such was the fashion sense of this type of dreamer.
“Prouvaire, did you hear me?”
“Hm? Did you say something, R?”
Grantaire only laughed. “Nothing of importance, my friend,” he said, shifting to be closer, “just asking what was on your mind. It’s always something entertaining, isn’t it?”
“I suppose,” Jehan sighed. “Though it’s more melancholy than usual this evening.”
“How so?”
He sighed again, a little softer this time, but did not answer. Instead, he opted to gaze out the open window.
“You know, it’s not polite to accompany your friend to one of Paris’s best cafés only to-”
“Today is July 25th, isn’t it?”
“Er- yes, I think so. Why?”
He turned back to Grantaire and met his eyes, for the first time this whole evening.
“Today is the anniversary of the death of André Chenier.”
Grantaire took a moment to peruse his memories- Chenier as a name certainly sounded familiar, but if he was being honest, his mind was coming up quite empty.
“You’ll have to remind me of who that is.”
Jehan looked almost hurt. “The one who wrote De Nuit, la Nymphe Errante, don’t you remember? Et sa plainte amère excite leur risée?”
Still no recollection, and it clearly showed. Jehan turned towards the window once more, refusing to meet Grantaire’s eyes.
“I’m sorry, my friend. I don’t think I’ve ever read any of his work.”
His own eyes light up. “Really?”
“Almost positive.”
“Oh, you’d love him! There’s a compilation of some of his work by De La Touche. I’d be happy to lend you my copy- he has some fantastic metaphors in Jeune Captive that I think you’d…”
The Café Lemblin was stiflingly hot. Grantaire’s coffee was cooling down already, and it was just a bit sweeter than he liked it. Even so, just for this moment, he was perfectly happy to listen to his friend’s daydreams.
“…And do you know, he was from- Grantaire?”
“You’re awfully smart, do you know that?”
Jehan kept his eyes down, as always, but Grantaire could clearly see his wide smile.
Quite a nice way to spend an afternoon, isn’t it?
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deityofhearts · 10 months
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thoughts on what i should do with this tassel?
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blondie-drawings · 7 months
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working on some silly tlt memes for my friend's bday and I liked how this one came out 🥲
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flyingbunniesart · 1 month
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Ummmm i was supposed to draw a klapollo thing but i saw an awesome fit while searching for refs and all thoughts left my brain 👍
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will41n · 26 days
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guys are you ready *gives your effo long hair i mean. it kinda fits him!
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moechies · 1 month
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toji’s puppy 🐾
toji’s puppy who has a bad habit of biting :(
and he knows that as your owner, it’s his responsibility to train his sweet puppy to be good, but he can’t resist when she acts like she’s done nothing bad, big weary eyes looking up at him portraying such innocence.
you’ve decided that begging for forgiveness was the way to go with him, and that’s what you find yourself doing each and every time.
so you settle down, the warmth of your mouth wrapping itself around his heavy cockhead; sloppily sucking and blowing bubbles onto his fiery tip, mewling out inaudible apologies.
and he falls for it every time.
。゚(゚´ω`゚)゚。
“m.. showwie..”
“f-fuckin’ minx.. shit.”
you stare up at him from below with glossy eyes, small hands pawing at the remaining length you had been unable to fit into the small of your mouth. the corners of your mouth burn from the stretch, but all is ignored to attune to your owner .
he looks as if he’d been punched in the gut, short beads of sweat that form on his forehead. one hand grips onto the flesh of the couch, other tangled in loose strands of your hair.
your mouth is sloppy, drooling spit that dirties and leaks all over his cockhead and onto your own hand. he scowls at the mess, but does nothing to prevent it; why would he? you occasionally pull yourself off of his length, pressing wet kisses and small kitten licks to his slit, watching it pulse with need.
“d-do you forgive me ?”
he scoffs, your audacity, he thinks. of course he does. how could he not, with your sweet demeanor and perfect pup-like eyes; anyone would forgive such a behaved puppy. but toji had no plans to let you know that.
“make me cum pup, ‘nd we’ll see.”
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planefood · 10 months
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warriored cats
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speltfields · 2 months
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[concerningly sweaty] i think he'd...grow a beard in the winter...!!!!!!!!!!
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colourstreakgryffin · 3 months
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I had a silly idea, what about an Cheshire Cat!reader x Alastor? (Feel free not to do this dearie ( ·∀·) )
Haha. OMFG. A Cheshire Cat would really match with Alastor well! So, thank you, Lady Beelzebub! I’ll try this out!
Alastor- A Little Game
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Vaggie has been so frustrated. Charlie has been trying to ease the crew. Husk is on the verge of murdering somebody. Niffty is annoyed that her cleaning equipment is gone. Angel is quite amused by what’s going on and Alastor is very invested in the cause
Lately, the Hazbin Hotel has been dealing with a suddenly appearing invisible menace causing pranks after pranks nonstop; locking or trapping up doors, stealing items and storing them high up, whispering out in the halls at night
Alastor didn’t suspect he’d ever run into the culprit of all this trouble but he has. After Charlie had been giving Vaggie a calmdown pep talk, the Princess politely asked Alastor to check around the hallways for any more prank remnants, the Overlord did so, just to see what he may find… and he made a incredible discovery
A floating cat-like sinner with magenta and pink colouring, most importantly, a big Cheshire wide grin. A rival of Alastor’s own smile and with almost half a body, as if cut in half
The sinner was in the midst of setting up a trap consisting a big silver bucket full of thick blood over the top of Alastor’s own hotel room door, but they’ve been caught in the act
And Alastor doesn’t plan on dealing out punishment… he’s too amused
“Ah… you must be the little troublesome beast causing so much disrupt in this Hotel?” Alastor asks almost immediately with literally no malice towards what’s been going on, his transatlantic accent smooth and almost making his voice sound more friendly and warm than he actually is as this cat sinner… or otherwise, you
Just giggles under your breath and disappears into thin air properly with the wide grin floating in the air for a few seconds almost magically before dissipating with you
“And if I have?” Your voice rings out after a few more seconds of silence, disembodied, invisible. You can’t be tracked with eyes but Alastor’s powerful magic can pinpoint where you are by detecting your own demonic magic, sharply looking over his shoulder to be greeted with your floating head
Just your head… no body, it’s like before when it was half of your torso. Now, it’s just your head. Your magic is a lot like the storybook fairytale character, Cheshire Cat
But that’s because you’re the most Cheshire Cat person anybody will ever met. Alastor couldn’t help but be so amused by you; you’re skilled, you’re snarky, you know what you’re doing and you’re resourceful, good at planning
Able to have avoided being caught by everybody in the Hotel for months now and you’re lucky enough to have been caught by the one member who enjoyed the chaos and madness the pranks caused
“I believe you must avoid the others if so” Alastor proclaims, almost mysterious and still silky in that radio-laced but classy and dapper tone as you tilt your head confused. For the first time, you’ve been snapped out of your mischievous chaotic demeanour
You suspected him to bark, to growl, to be annoyed so him not is so odd to you but quickly brushing it off, you manifest your whole body into frame. Cute fluffy striped cat-like ears flicking and long fluffy cat-like tail curling around, almost like a coil spring
You couldn’t really understand this Overlord, something you don’t like. You’d prefer people to be confused by you, by your style of insanity and madness, by your enjoyment of causing so much disorder and high-tension emotions
You were about to speak, basically floating over his shoulder before Alastor beats you to the punch. You can’t tell if you’ll like him or despise him with the way he speaks, almost condescending
“If you’re going to make my project topsy-turvy, I suggest do a better prank”
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negative2iq · 5 months
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A WIP?? maybe idk
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vawobefanart · 3 months
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Lucifer: Look at you! Don’t you just have the biggest horns? Adam: Haha, yeah! They are, like, almost as big as my DICK! Lucifer: And just as fake. Adam: What? Lucifer: What?
New ship unlocked
Guuuuuuuuuuuys! It was hard enough to stop thinking about Stolitz, how am I supposed to not obsess over Adamsapple?! I hope Adam is gonna end up in hell, I want to see those two interact so fucking badly I’m gonna cry!
Btw: just wanted to add how weird this ship is. Like, there are so many queer ships in this goddamn universe and I ship the most hetero guys in this whole show. What’s wrong with me?! xD
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zhongrin · 5 months
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talking with a friend the other day gave me ideas....
sulky hubbies being ignored in favor of their own (representative animals/chibi) plushies.
zhongli hiding the rex lapis plushie under the mattress with murder™️ in his eyes (idea: crack short comic series where he regularly 'fights' with said plushie, titled: "how to dispose of your rival dragon")
human al haitham silently seething across the coffee table with his book being stuck on page 67 for the past hour as i read one of his favorite books outloud to the plushie al haitham while cradling it close to my chest. "haha are you mad because someone took your favorite pillo-" "where's the rent this month, kaveh?" ".... 🖕"
wriothesley coming into his office to see an impostor shark plushie sitting on his usual seat at our afternoon tea time. "mister sharksley asks for seconds when i give him my milkshakes, i like him!" sigewinne says. wriothesley feels the world has ended. his wife and child has been taken away from him /dramatic
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probablyhuntersmom · 2 years
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Grimwalker nightmare concept. The elements are taken from my space son's canon nightmare scene (link for reference) since it matches damn well: there's an Emperor..a knife..etc
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triona-tribblescore · 8 months
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FASHION BABY~
(Yo-Ho-Ho) A Ninjas Life For Me
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deeva-arud · 26 days
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Bf's guitar ♦️​🎸​
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Cater's taking the pics
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