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#***has bi panic***
clownsuu · 2 months
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Hello Clownsuu!! I hope you are having a good day! well I have a question about MOB!Barnaby. Among the family members, he seems to be quite arrogant and a womanizer, so my question would be is he really a one-night-stand man?
thanks. Have a good day/afternoon/night!
huh?????
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hazyange1s · 1 month
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Imelda going through an existential crisis while Seb is just like “some people have bigger problems” is such a mood
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I cannot stop thinking about this idea so: Dick and Jason ship war.
They are both extremely overprotective of their dad Bruce dating life, but they like to theoretically discuss it in the way with who he should be shipped.
Jason as proud Wonder Woman stan convinced that Bruce do not deserve this Goodness, but he would like to see her as his other parent.
Dick is superbat truther for life, because "HAVE YOU SEEN THEM?! SO MUCH TENSION, ARE YOU BLIND?! BE FOR REAL!". 
This started as a funny haha family discussion and ended as a bloody war. They are also trying to get batfamily and some JL members on their side. Yeah, even Alfred, but he refused to give any comments about it.
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multifandominfj · 8 months
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When her side profile fucks you up THAT bad, you need 5-7 business days to calm down and rehydrate. 😮‍💨🤤
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blenselche · 1 month
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what if his hair scythe gets stiff when he's drunk tho
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tequiilasunriise · 7 months
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“Oh! My cheeks must be malfunctioning! They’re so hot!”
BABY’S FIRST CRUUUSSSHHHHHH 🏳️‍🌈‼️🏳️‍🌈✨‼️🏳️‍🌈✨‼️‼️🏳️‍🌈‼️‼️
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crazed-rambler · 5 days
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What if the reason Eddie only has the collar of his shirt on is because his Catholic guilt intensifies so much more when he's shitfaced that he tries to correct it by entertaining the idea of becoming a reverend or something, like imagine:
Eddie: god HATES me Buck!
Buck: nahhhh he doesn't. But IF he does how you gonna fix it?
Eddie: idk, become one of his mi-minions?
Buck: yeah but then you'll have to wear the uh outfit thingy with the collar and that's NOT a look
Eddie: what? You don't think I could pull it off? I could TOTALLY pull it off! Watch!
Eddie: *proceeds to rip off his shirt*
Eddie: SEE! I can TOTALLY pull it off!
Buck *bluescreening*: ...uhuh yeah totally
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FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Tour de Cirrus
Cirrus: *showing a freshly summoned Aurora around the Abby’s grounds and pointing at various objects* -and that’s the light pole Rain ran into when he tried to tackle Dew, and that’s what’s left of the crater from Dew and Cumulus’ s’mores experiment, and that’s the tree Mounty hid in for four days when him and Dew were playing extreme hide-and-go-seek! He ate so many pinecones…*walks over to the edge of the lake* and this is the lake Rain hides in when he’s overwhelmed! It’s really nice and the fish are fun to chase-OH! And there’s this cool statue at the bottom from…ah heck with it lemme show you *begins removing her clothes while looking back at Aurora* You do swim right?
Aurora: *already completely smitten with her* Oh I swim pretty girl-P-PRUH-PRETTY GOOD PRETTY GOOD
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spiralingemptyness · 4 days
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H o l y f u u u u u u u c k
I saw Hecate’s design for Hades 2, saw it while I was in class- I…. Might’ve had a bi panic…. Like I fucking froze and went ‘damn that is (respectively) a really good looking person who isn’t a person’
plus I like the fact that Hecate is Melinoe’s mentor/parental figure
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kierancaz · 2 years
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GUESS WHICH BITCH IS WATCHING HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON AGAIN???? ME
GUESS WHICH BITCH IS GOING TO OBSESS OVER THE SCORE AGAIN??? ME
GUESS WHICH BITCH IS GOING TO MAKE IT THEIR ENTIRE PERSONALITY AGAIN ?????? MEEEEEEEEEEE
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formosusiniquis · 1 year
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Argyle as Steve's bi realization, hear me out.
Steve is used to a certain amount of confusing feelings for people after a lot of close contact, high stress apocalypse stopping. There was the first time with Nancy (and wow Jonathan is actually a pretty cool dude, if he changed his hair a little, maybe stopped taking creep pictures in the woods he could be a really fun to hangout with).
And then there was the second time, and that hurt a little bit more cause Nancy is still just as great. Even when she's moving straight on to Jonathan, who really is just a great dude he's really come into his own and he's got kind eyes even if they are staring at Nancy all the time. It's probably just the residual heartache. Some weird things getting tied up with the only two not children that know about monsters too.
But then there's the third time with Robin. And Steve finally thinks he's figured out what's going on. It's like when you take a girl to a horror movie on the first date, only times a million. Your heart rate is up and your adrenaline is through the roof. Of course he's imprinted on any age appropriate person he's near. He probably did love Nancy, Robin is definitely the platonic love of his life, and that definitely explains all the weird feelings he still sometimes has when he's around Jon for too long. It's all just crossed wires in his traumatized, concussed brain.
By the fourth go around he's got it all figured out. Sure, Eddie is objectively, pretty attractive. Sure, he's great with kids which is like Steve's number one desirable trait he looks for. He's funny, he's got a great smile, he's constantly in Steve's space. But the swoopy feeling in his stomach, the dizzy light headedness. That's all adrenaline and blood loss. Robin isn't an option, he's already done this too many times with Nancy, his brain has found the default all that's left is Eddie Munson. But wow, big boy, that one is… something.
So when all is said and done; and Eddie has claimed to see angels and they all look like Steve Harrington -- he does giggle a little at that, feels the strange urge to kick his feet or twirl his hair. But he's just excited that he's got a new age appropriate friend and that they all made it out mostly unscathed. Any and all blush inducing thoughts and feelings can be easily explained away by the waning stress of a traumatic event and the lingering joy that fuck they really did make it out this time.
But then in the quiet, as the dust settles and they all do their best to find normal again. Jonathan has brought Argyle home to Hawkins.
Argyle who has the nicest hair Steve has ever seen. Whose first words to him are, "Dude, that is a righteous mane you're rocking, do you use oils in your routine cause I really think they'd take you to the next level." Argyle, who manages to convince Dustin 'picky eater' Henderson to try fruit on his pizza. Argyle, who made the best brownies Steve has ever eaten and helped him get high for the first time in nearly a year.
There's no adrenaline to blame this time, no lingering apocalypse.
"Robin, I need to talk to you."
He pulls her away from the rest of the older teen party as quick as he can. Nervous and confused and panicked and excited. For once in their friendship she lets herself be tugged along without complaint, understanding instinctively that this is about to be a bathroom conversation.
"You know how Vickie likes both, guys and girls."
"We do not know that, but I remember your theory."
"Well, she definitely does and I'm pretty sure I do too."
"Oh my god, Steve," she stretches his name out until it echoes, "really, I'm so proud of you. That's so great, wait , who was it? How'd you realize? Oh my gosh was it-"
"-Eddie." "Argyle." they say the names in sync.
"Argyle?" "Eddie?" In sync again even their confusion matches.
"Oh God, Eddie," and with a, mostly, clear head things do start making more sense. Eddie, who is co-parenting the kids with him. Eddie, who always makes sure Steve doesn't neglect his own needs in favor of the rest of the group. Eddie, who watched Steve and Lucas play a pickup game last weekend even though he clearly didn’t get the rules past ball in basket. Eddie, who has been reading Lord of the Rings to him over the phone when the nightmares keep them both awake and they can feel razored teeth and barbed tails clawing at their skin. Eddie, who still hasn't gotten his vest back because the thought of losing it makes something hot and tight clench in Steve's chest. "Robin, Eddie!"
Robin, for her part looks relieved, "Thank God, I did not know how to tell you that I'm pretty sure that Argyle was gonna be another partner Jonathan beat you out for."
And with that name comes another realization, "Oh my god, Robin I had a thing for Byers." He can see the laughter threatening to break through and as the giggles start he actually processes what she said, "wait, Jon and Argyle, really?"
She pushes down her laughter, "Yeah, pretty sure the two of them and Nancy are having a little ménage à trois, if you get my meaning."
"Yeah that French I do know."
Robin let's them sit on the cold tile of his bathroom floor, processing and just sharing each other's company. She let's Steve find just a moments peace before she says, "You know this means you've had a thing for everyone in that room, right?"
He lets her guide him into laughing, just like they laughed together in the Starcourt bathroom. It's easier than getting embarrassed. And anyway she's right, as always, and that feels like a crisis for after he's figured out what to do about his new Eddie problem.
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theredcuyo · 10 months
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I imagine Mia seeing her student get every single piece of paper where Miles Edgeworth is, this guy with a terrible personality and dubious methods as she remembers, and then think to herself “I already knew you had bad taste, but i didn’t think it was this bad”
For the record, i do think she knew about Phoenix becoming a lawyer for the chance of seeing him again, but that doesn’t change the fact that she can’t understand this crush he has on the man
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Steve still thinks he's an asshole. He never got to apologize to Jonathan because the Demagorgon came. He never got to say sorry to Barb for not including her because she died. He never got to let himself feel free from the shame. The shame of being an asshole.
And when Jonathan grabs him by the arm and forces him into another room right before the final battle, Steve cant even look into his eyes. And Jonathan lifts up his chin so Steve looks into his eyes. "I know you have some messed up fantasy where you think you're as asshole, but you need to get it through your thick head: you are not an asshole, okay?"
And Steve doesn't say anything. He just feels his eyes sting, but he forces the eye contact to stay. When he finally finds his voice, he says in the smallest voice he's ever used, "But I am an asshole. I literally called you a queer because I didn't like you. I've done things in the past, things that I could never forgive myself for..."
And Jonathan grabs the side of his face and kisses him. "You're not an asshole, but if you want to think of yourself as one, go ahead." And he kissed him again. And Steve kisses back, but only for a bit, before pushing away.
"I-I need to go find Robin-"
As he tries to run away, Jonathan holds his hand, "wait, Steve, good luck. And don't hit your head in this battle." And he let's Steve go. Jonathan touches his lips and smiles. Steve better survive so they could talk about this.
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devildom-moss · 6 months
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Roses for You (13)
This had all started when you noticed a link between a book on the language of flowers you had borrowed from Satan’s room and the current lessons from your Seductive Speechcraft and Magical Potions classes.
In Seductive Speechcraft, you had just reached a section on the effectiveness of spells using non-verbal communication: enchanting glances, dance, and offerings. Meanwhile, in Magical Potions, the professor had been discussing the significance of using specific quantities when concocting potions; they had spent fifteen minutes just providing examples – including adding petals from two different flowers when using them for a love spell.
You couldn’t resist discussing the use of flower language – utilizing the type, color, and quantity of the flowers – to specify the magical intent of an offering as a form of seductive speechcraft. Asmo and Solomon listened intently. The same idea popped into both of their minds, and before you knew it, everyone was looking into color and number meanings, searching for the perfect combination to convey their feelings for you and try to put you under their spell. The only rule for their little competition to charm you? Only roses are allowed.
Will you be charmed by their attempts?
Thirteen Roses - Thirteen
Word Count: +800
Secret admirer / Eternal friendship
“MC!” The small demon ran up to you.
“Hey, Serun, what’s up?”
Serun thrusted a bouquet of coral-colored roses towards you. “Delivery for the most popular human on campus.”
“You didn’t really need to add that last part.” Solomon sighed in response to Serun’s slight. He wasn’t going to deny that you had quite the growing fanbase, while his popularity had dipped, especially after he snuck homemade cookies into the last bake sale – which really confounded him. If anything, his baking should have made him more popular, right? No.
“Sorry, Solomon, but adding that was part of my delivery instructions. Can’t be helped.” Serun shrugged with a smirk. “Anyway, I have mail to pick up, so I’ll see you two around.”
“Thanks, Serun. Take care!” you added as Serun sped off down the foot path. You felt kind of bad for them; you were just relaxing in the RAD courtyard, so you might have been hard to find. The poor demon had a rough job. Maybe you should bake something for them? Anything but cookies. They were an unfortunate victim of Solomon’s bake sale debacle. The mail was slow for two days while they recovered; no replacement could do the job like they could.
The sweet scent of the roses wafted up to you on the breeze. You looked down to examine them closer: thirteen vibrant coral roses – somewhere between a deep pink and orange. They were gorgeous. A small card was attached to a ribbon tied around the thin vase; hoping to figure out who had sent them, you flipped it over. Unfortunately, the only thing on the card was a short message: “Meet me at Madam Scream’s at 3pm <3.”
Whoever it was, they were really putting the “secret” in secret admirer – although, thirteen roses could also mean eternal friendship. However, since coral was a symbol of desire, you were leaning towards the former. Solomon peered over your shoulder, reading the note as he did.
“Secret admirer, huh?” Solomon nudged you.
“Or someone wants to be friends,” you corrected him, suddenly flustered by the accusation. “I wonder who it is.”
“Well, there are thirteen roses here. Maybe it’s from Thirteen? Although that might be too on the nose.”
“Maybe.” You shrugged. “I guess I’ll find out.”
“Should I tag along – just in case?” Solomon asked – a tinge jealous that someone was accosting his adorable apprentice for a date.
“Nah~” you waved off his concern, “I’ll be fine.”
It was unexpectedly embarrassing having people eyeing the roses – and consequently, you –all day. You might as well have carried around a sign saying, “someone likes me.” Luckily, you had just enough time to drop the roses off safely at home before heading to Madam Scream’s. You would have teleported them home earlier, but you didn’t want to risk breaking the vase or damaging such pretty roses in the process.
When you arrived at the bakery, you recognized the characteristic bi-flag-colored hair. Thirteen was waiting for you with a pensive look on her face, anxiously hoping for your arrival. Maybe I should have just signed the card, she thought. Her face brightened immediately when she spotted you.
“You got my flowers?” She beamed at you.
“Thank you, Thirteen. That was so sweet.”
“Well, let’s see if I can be a little sweeter. Order anything you want. I’m paying.”
“For real? You’re the best, Thirteen!”
“Don’t I know it? Oh, but feel free to pile on the praise.” Thirteen laughed and took your arm to guide you towards the counter.
With your sweets and drinks acquired, you and Thirteen took a seat at a quiet table in the corner of the shop. You sipped at your drink, and Thirteen eyed you affectionately. She sighed. “Ugh, honestly. When I heard about this whole rose thing these guys have going on, I couldn’t believe how stupid and competitive they were all being. Still, I couldn’t let them have all the fun. I had to get in on it.”
“You’re pretty competitive, yourself, you know?” You glanced up at her. She feigned offense, placing her hand over her chest.
“Only when I care about something.” Thirteen winked at you.
Okay, so she definitely meant “secret admirer” when she sent the roses, right?
Thirteen was her typical, fawning, affectionate self throughout the date. She even insisted upon walking you home afterward. Her arm linked with yours half-way through, which was particularly useful when you arrived at your door, and she was reluctant to let you go. You felt her grip tighten briefly before she finally loosened her hold.
“Thank you for everything today.” You smiled and turned your back to the door to face her.
Thirteen leaned in, sending you into immediate panic in the hopes that she might kiss you. Instead, she inched closer to your ear and spoke low and sweet, “I know I said it with the roses already, but I want to be clear: don’t overlook me, sweetheart. I adore you, too.”
Lucifer (1) | Mammon (2) | Leviathan (3) | Satan (4) | Asmodeus (5) | Beelzebub (6) | Belphegor (7) | Diavolo (8) | Barbatos (9) | Luke (10) | Simeon (11) | Solomon (12) | Raphael (14) | Mephistopheles (15)
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hatsunevitu · 9 months
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kyle and wendy being just regular friends or rivals and not liking each other sure is fun but imagine them bonding over their lovehate to cartman. imagine cartman having to fight them both. this brosistp has SO much comedy potential.
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