#Maybe send me an angel. The nicest angel you have.
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Who knows a good 'Find a Roommate' spell....or do I just shove people into my trunk.
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diavolo 🌠 !
The day that Diavolo fell in love it was raining.
The morning had begun gray, a slow drizzle, but by mid-day it had crashed into a proper storm. Barbatos had been caught several times staring out the window, watching the wind tear through the gardens and the water create rivers over the pathways. Diavolo had asked the demon if he was worried for his flowers, but Barbatos had only give him a thin smile and offered him a fresh pot of tea.
Eventually the prince made his way back to his office to continue working through the stack of his father’s paperwork. No. His paperwork. He was still adjusting to thinking of it that way, to taking ownership over the decisions he made every day. No longer would he have his father’s shadow to fall back on. No longer would he have his father’s shadow oppressing him.
While Diavolo mused over those two thoughts, the storm continued. It seemed like it was demanding something from him, he thought with mild amusement, like it wanted his attention.
“Not now, storm, Barbatos will scold me if I don’t get these finished,” he tried to jest aloud, but his voice fell flat in the empty room. And anyway, his butler was far too distracted today to pay him much thought.
‘Perhaps,’ Diavolo then thought, setting down his pen and giving a stretch, ‘A walk will do me some good.’
And so on the day that Diavolo fell in love he went on a walk in the rain.
Of course, he took an umbrella. He wasn’t a barbarian. Still, it made him feel a bit wild to be strolling through the castle grounds in the rain. His father would never have allowed such behavior, and Diavolo suspected Barbatos might have something to say if he was caught as well. But for now, he was as free as a prince could get in his gilded cage.
“Well, here I am, storm,” he said pleasantly, smiling when a rumble of thunder answered him, “Yes, thank you, I must agree.” He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. Perhaps he was a bit lonely, he had to admit. Demon princes probably shouldn’t be talking to themselves in the rain.
He was about to turn around and return inside with a sudden light caught his eyes. Anticipating a score of lightning, Diavolo stopped and lifted his eyes to the boiling clouds in the sky. There, tearing across the grey, was not lightning but a shooting star.
A chill ran down Diavolo’s spine, a feeling he felt rarely enough to note it. A shooting star midday?
He had better make a very special wish.
#“I need someone to be my friend. Someone who won't run away. Maybe send me an angel! The nicest angel you have.”#i originally planned this to be longer but it wanted to end here#obey me diavolo#obey me dialuci#obey me fic#i wanted to write about the moment when Lucifer lifts his head#and Diavolo is caught in his eyes burning bright with anguish and fury and terror all at once#and the strike that gaze makes into his heart#the sudden realization that whoever these eyes belong to is someone Diavolo would fall to his knees for#but alas the fic would not comply
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Pepper is Lilo and Butters is Stitch.
Cute little guy who's been made to feel like his only purpose in life is to destroy and be evil and can never change that and therefore can never be loved.
Sad, lonely girl who loves him anyway and they become something in between friends and family to each other.
#pepper: i need someone to be my friend. someone who won't run away.#pepper: maybe send me an angel! the nicest angel you have.#butters leaping out his closet dressed as prof. chaos: *laughs maniacally*#south park#pepper posts#my chaotic sonshine#lotus talks to herself
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im gonna explode these rottmnt angst ideas r so juicy its breaking me from the inside out and i cant tell anyone bc i don't have any friends that just so happen to be into rottmnt im about to burst
#maybe one day..#the only way i can properly let them out is to actually animate them but im BUSY the least i could do is tell someone BUT I CANT#i need one person to be my test dummy and to brainstorm ideas with.. pleas..#THIS IS NOT A CRY FOR FRIENDSHIP THIS IS NOT A 'BE MY FRIEND' AD PLEASE /SRS#im just sayin... universe. give me a friend.#maybe send me an angel. the nicest angel you have /ref#the angst ideas are mostly tied to songs btw.. HURTS EVEN MORE....#hoping and praying someone doesnt animate them before i do cuz ive come across TWO close calls#they must never know....#i need to work FAST#taikko talks 2 much
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would also love to draw alice and princely as lilo and stitch cause thats what they are ill be real
#dex says things#alice: maybe send me an angel? the nicest angel you have#this fucking little wax candle creature whose been sent by the moon: AAHAHAHAHAHA#but he loves her so much i think he was sent to keep her out of the way so like. As the man in the moons eyes on the ground#but hes still his own little guy and he loves alice#theyve practically grown up together
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"I prayed to them all. None of them answered."
Which is a line that goes really hard and definitely hit me like a ton of bricks the first time i heard it. But then i started thinking... all of them? Surely he didn't start out praying to the most evil gods; they're hardly saviors. You probably start out praying to the "good" gods because they're good, right? But 200 years of torture and eventually you won't care who you get. Which leads me to believe.
Astarion: dear lord bhaal, please send me an angel. maybe the nicest one you have.
Durge, cackling madly post lobotomy: (:
#astarion ancunin#bg3 astarion#astarion#astarion baldurs gate#astarion bg3#bg3 durge#durge spoilers#durge#durgestarion#dark urge#the dark urge
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Bilbo, praying: "Maybe send me an angel! The nicest angel you have!"
Cut to Thorin hopelessly lost in The Shire.
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Actually I now remember I once did a joke comic with @wueyahfantai’s Talula as Lilo and Tuuya as Stitch. I can never escape.
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yoohoo!!! @nabi004 and @mialuna4 and that one anon!!! sick angel request!!! many thanks for the love <3
14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI
~A Sick Angel~
“Can you please—”
“No.”
The past few minutes had been like talking to a brick wall. [REDACTED] hadn't let you move an inch from the bed since you’d woken up in an agonizing daze.
Sure, you felt like complete shit, maybe a little on the side of a fever. And the moment you sat up you wanted to scream. But it was manageable. If you tried, you'd be able to make it through a day at the library.
Blue eyes quickly narrowed, as if they knew exactly what you were thinking. It was frustrating how stubborn they could be when he wanted to.
You attempted to frown at your companion. Nothing really changed about your haggard expression—thanks to your face and entire body feeling like dead weight—but your tone worked well enough. “I need to go to work today.”
“Not happening,” he insisted as he reached up to your forehead.
You closed your eyes for just a second. His cold palm against your brow was too heavenly to ignore. “I don't want to let Elanor down. Today's really important for her,” you croaked.
They didn't bother to hide the momentary disgust in their tone at the mention of your coworker. “She wouldn't want y’working either, Angel.” As if to prove his point, they tapped away on your phone. He'd been holding it hostage behind his back.
Only a minute later, it dinged with a response and he finally held it out to you. Elanor had sent a polite and elaborate text as always. You read through it while he continued to run both of their cold hands over your heated face like two makeshift ice packs.
Good morning, [REDACTED]. At least I assume so from how brief that message was? Thank you for letting me know Y/N is ill! I'm sure they must be worried about missing today's event but we can handle it just fine! And I’m happy to take some pictures for them! Please take good care of them and give my well wishes. Regards, Elanor.
You raised an eyebrow and scrolled back up to the paltry message he'd sent her.
sick no work
Somehow, it was probably the nicest thing they'd ever managed to send any of your friends. You looked back up at him with what was meant to be a pout. “Okay then.”
With instant trust in your word, he stood up to leave the room. He soon returned with his arms full. A cold compress, medicine, some drinks, and anything else they thought you might need. You lightly rolled your neck and resigned to your fate as a patient when he sat next to you. The medicine and drink he offered were swallowed without fuss on your part, then you laid down. The throbbing pain already seemed to calm as you did.
The compress stayed at his side instead of being placed on your forehead like you thought. You felt their hand on your cheek yet again, a more noticeable chill to his rough skin this time.
“Just in case it feels too cold f’you,” he explained before you even asked.
It felt perfect, so you didn't mind at all. You practically purred in relief at the gentle circles they rubbed. You tiredly looked up to him as you complained, if only to tease them, “I'm a little disappointed you didn't bring out the nurse outfit.”
“‘Course you are.” His eyes lit up with mischief, a knowing smile cut across his lips to match your playful one. “I'll make it up t’you when y'feel better, yeah?” Their thumb slowly traced back and forth from one corner of your mouth to the other.
“Germs, you weirdo,” you reminded him. Though you didn't bother to shake off his hand, weak as you were. “You’ll get sick.”
“Y’worried about me, love? Cute. But I promise ‘M not gonna catch whatever you have that easy.” They leaned down to kiss your flushed temple, eventually settling propped up on one arm to lay as close as possible beside you. Faintly warm breath tickled the top of your head until you drifted back to sleep under their watchful gaze.
#14 days with you#14dwy redacted#momo reqs#hehehe :3#requested THREE TIMES??#i was gonna write something like this eventually so yayyy#look elanor's in there!!!#she is SO rude to redacted omg#<- she only said regards instead of KIND regards#scandalous#he deserves fewer exclamation points in her mind (but still gets some)#bro didn't even use punctuation themselves#also!! angel: halfway lucid trying to read words#redacted: i must touch and squish
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Riding ellies face ! Cuz why not 😋
Warnings: well.. think about it, obviously smut my friendz ! Mdni. ENJOY WHORES 💋
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♡I definitely think this woman would BEG for you to sit on her face. Like no questions asked she'd just be like one day, maybe you're doing something, like a chore and she's just mesmerized, looking at your whole body and then she blurts out. "Can you please sit on my face?" Like so casually HELLO?
♡and DUH you were doing it. Who could say no to her pretty face. Not to mention how good I just know her tongue is. I mean she's skilled in literally everything else what can't this woman do (date men) but once you agree she's most certainly picking you up and putting you over her shoulder, carrying you to the bedroom and plopping you down like you weigh nothing. She's eager alright. Eager.
♡Ellie would waste no time into getting you undressed, she'd swiftly then lay on her back ready for you to suffocate her with your thighs. And drenched cunt (I fucking need this bitch in my life are you kidding me rn) She would grip them, forcefully making you giggle at how badly she wanted this.
♡in the nicest way she'd MAKE you sit fully on her face. She'd enforce no hovering. Cuz this woman will eat you out like her life depends on it. "Please use me how you would a chair." ????? SAY NO MORE
♡once you've gotten fully comfortable and taken Ellies word that you will not hurt her you sit down completely on her face, she will close her eyes for a sec enjoying the feeling of how warm it is, how the extra weight on her face and the taste turns her on even more. She's still gripping your thighs and she thrust her tongue into your weeping hole. God she is in heaven, and you're literally the angel that's sending her there.
♡she moans into you at the taste she's indulging currently. She loves it, the feeling of being suffocated by her pretty wife. It's intoxicating to her and she could quite literally die happy as you fuck her face. She needed it all she needed to fully taste you as it runs down her throat. She wanted to make a smoothie so she could savor it forever.
♡she will most definitely move her tongue EVERYWHERE. I just know her tongue is long ok don't even doubt it. She'd go from your tight hole to your clit so smoothly, like shes a lizard. Such an expert. She'd go from an in and out motion with her tongue, to keeping it in you for a sec moving it forwards and backwards, side to side. She'd do it all.
♡she'd loveee the smell, considering her nose will be on your clit, creating more ecstasy for you. Shed have no shame into taking a big sniff. The smell, the taste, this girl's going into a frenzie.
♡don't even get me started on how she's a fucking slut for your ass too. I JUST KNOW IT. She'd squish she'd smack she'd do everything. While grunting and make the most obscene noises into your heat it'd be unbearable. That's when you'll get closer. But she does one last thing that sends you over the edge.
♡you know how she had her eyes closed at the start. They're wide open staring at you, most likely staring at your tits. But she wants eye contact. And if she doesn't get it she will slow down, she definitely doesn't want to, but you desperately need to cum so you look down at her, once she sees your eyes she will smirk against you speeding up to a pace only cheetahs can match. And oh boy that tongue is going fast. Making you see stars as you shoot that oh so yummy liquid in her mouth.
♡she'd be the sweetest sweetheart afterwards, making sure you rest, massaging your thighs from sitting up straight for her. "You were so good for me." She'd say tiredly, lids half closed with a dumb smile, she's still thinking about it. She will dream about it. She was obsessed with you.
#elliewilliams#ellie the last of us#ellie tlou#ellie williams#ellie williams smut#ellie williams the last of us smut#ellie x fem reader#ellie x reader
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Twisted Wonderland Incorrect Quote #1
How Yuu REALLY got summoned to NRC
Malleus (Looks outside his balcony): It’s me again, I want someone to be my friend. Someone who won’t run away. Maybe send me an Angel. The nicest Angel you have… (Doesn’t realize he’s using his magic)
Yuu (Coming out of their Burning Coffin):
This is forever going to be a theory of mine, let’s see if Book 7 proves me wrong!
#twst malleus#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland incorrect quotes#i’m baaaaack#back at it again#twisted wonderland yuu#twst yuu#twst y/n#twst Malleus x Yuu#Malleus x Yuu
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that one "Maybe send me an angel! the nicest angel you have" scene from Lilo & Stitch, but it's the DCA asking management for a nice daycare assistant and instead having the most Fucking Nuts Y/N hired for the job
#i just really like y/ns who can match the DCAs vibes when it comes to being a little freak (endearing)#or go beyond even#martinsaysstuff#dca posting
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"It's me again. I need someone to be my friend. Someone who won't run away. Maybe send me an angel! The nicest angel you have..." ©
#anime fanart#chainsawart#chainsaw devil#chainsaw art#chainsaw man#csm aki#akiangel#aki hayawaka#aki hayakawa#angel devil#fallen angel#i ship this#traditional drawing
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hey, remember that Lilo and Stitch meme? "I need someone to save me. maybe send me an angel, the nicest angel you have"?
someone please draw it with Halsin wildshaping into a feral Big Scary Bear. he's gonna help Astarion kill Cazador and they're gonna heal together.
(both Astarion and Halsin are feral when they need to be, so that's a perfect fit. <3)
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꩜ Room Content: GN! Reader x GN! Yan! Sydney the Faithful, no gendered terms used for reader or Sydney, nsfw bulleted point towards the end where reader tops and chokes Sydney, unhealthy relationship from Sydney, worshipping, lmk if I missed out anything !
꩜ A/N: This is so all over the place my bad LOL anyways some quick thoughts on how yan!Sydney the Faithful would play out, I also have thoughts about how it'd be like once the relationship has corrupted Sydney into their Fallen development but those r thoughts for another day orz...
- Started out as something harmless and cute, you spent so much time with them and you're one of the nicest people they've met in school so far, you’re probably their first crush ever !
- And when you reciprocate their love confession, those euphoric firework feelings never really fizzle out
- As your relationship progresses, you become all they can think about, be it while stamping the overdue books during their morning library counter duties or during mass
- Their eyes wander to where you’re seated at the end of the pew, next to some other initiate. Maybe you’re talking to them, maybe you’re just quietly listening to Jordan, but neither stop a strange new emotion from bubbling up in them
- When they see Jordan push the bread into your mouth, something in them twists. They’re not sure if they want to be the one to gingerly press the bread onto your tongue or if they want you to be the one to do the same to them
- If you took Jordan’s place, would they be able to hold back from enveloping your fingers in their mouth? To stop themselves from savouring you as if you were holier than anything in the temple itself? Sydney has to shake to clear away the thoughts, which catches your eye and, heavens above, what wouldn’t they do to keep your gaze upon them for a second more?
- Also thinking about a Devotion meter that serves as something like Kylar's Jealousy meter
- But unlike Kylar, they're more self-assured in your love for them. If anything, the more you remain steadfast in your relationship with them when others try to steal your attention away, the faster their devotion accumulates. (It’ll be even worse if you had an angel transformation, what’s stopping them from believing you should be worshipped?)
- Both Sirris and Sydney know about your living circumstances so it's not terribly difficult to convince their parent to let you stay over for a night or two when they come to pick Sydney up at the temple. Besides, Danube street and the orphanage are so close to each other, it’ll be no trouble at all!
- And if they take your hand into their clasped ones in the middle of the night, knelt at the edge of the bed while you’re asleep, feverishly praying for salvation for the both of you, surely you wouldn’t mind
- They find themselves rubbing at their holy pendant a lot more these days when they think about you. (When their thoughts stray into more inappropriate unholy territories, they fantasise about you wrapping the cord of their pendant around your hand to use it as leverage while you pound into them, the sensation of being choked by you might just send them to heaven ♡)
- Perhaps they need to bring you to the prayer room to fully show how much they need to worship you + + Devotion
Thanks for reading! Consider supporting me on kofi if you enjoyed this or check out my other works hehe ♡
#📜.qi writings#📜.qi rambles#yandere#degrees of lewdity#dol#dol x reader#yandere dol#sydney the faithful#dol sydney#dol sydney x reader#yandere dol sydney#yandere x reader#not... super sure if I'm happy w this since it's super rough but then again my bullet point thoughts r meant to be rough ig??#maybe I'll string this into a fic one day#anyways my dearest dol mutuals feel free to like add on any yan!sydney thoughts <33#really wanted to bring out the religious kid's first crush gone wrong (gone yan) kind of vibe#idk if it's clear enough#hmm
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My version of leshycat is like
At first, Thistle (my yellow cat) was forced to keep Leshy under control, because they were “the most tolerant follower” (read: a pushover) and the lamb didn’t have anywhere else to put him
So poor Thistle was just holed up in a shared hut with this horrible worm. Their bed was torn up and used as part of Leshy’s nest. The floors were destroyed by burrowing. All of Thistle’s favorite flowers were eaten by a hungry Leshy who doesn’t care about personal property.
Thistle prayed every day for Leshy to be given his own house, but he never was. They find out later that Leshy specifically requested to stay with them, because he got used to them and they “make a good disciple”
Before that, though, they ironically start getting along when Thistle snaps at Leshy and yells at him. Until then, they were just a boring, cowardly mortal, but here they are, yelling at a god! How amusing!
By getting along, I mean Leshy starts hanging out with Thistle and they just have to put up with it. Turns out he’s actually pretty funny, and they bond over farming and a love of nature! Plus, both are from darkwood, so that’s another connection point.
Basically they’re giving “maybe you could send me an angel! The nicest angel you have!” *MANIACAL LAUGHTER*
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