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millicent-dagworth · 8 months

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I recently got into Fire Emblem Three Houses thanks to my brother. I found Iridescent Feathers while scrolling through Tumblr for inspiration for my own AU, and was so happy to see that someone else wanted a happy ending for all of the characters and even incorporated a few of the ideas I've been playing around with. I just wanted to say thank you for being an inspiration and validating some of my own thoughts <3

I'm glad you enjoy it! I'm hoping to make some content (either art or a fanfiction) of it at some point but currently working on some other things and really need to finish some other stories I have going rn before starting anymore.

#not art #asks #milli answers

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strawb3rrystar · 1 month

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Hi, I saw that your requests were open! And I was wondering how both the Hazvin Hotel gang and Helluva Boss gang would react to a lawyer reader who is Lucifer's younger sister.

I love your btw and now I'm a follower forever!!!

Hell's lawyer.

Pairing: Charlie Morningstar, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, Sir Pentious, Alastor, Blitzø, Moxxie, Millie, Loona x Fem! Lucifer's sister! Reader

Warnings: None :3

Word count: 470

✰HH HB

Charlie will be absolutely shocked that she has an aunt. And one who's a lawyer too! She'll probably ask for your help with convincing heaven that souls can be redeemed. She might also ask you for advice on how to talk to Lucifer, because you've known him longer.

Vaggie will feel honored to be meeting another one of her girlfriend's family members. She finds it to be quite interesting that you're a lawyer in Hell, however. So she might ask you some questions and be slightly suspicious of you. But at least you're less intense than Lucifer.

Angel Dust will be quite confused when he meets you. He'll probably mistake you as Lilith at first. Finds it interesting that you're a lawyer in Hell, and 'jokingly' asks if you take cases for restraining orders.

Husk will not really care if I'm being honest. He'll still be polite, though. But I don't really think he cares about who you are, just as long as you aren't annoying. However, he does find it to be quite shocking that you're a lawyer.

Sir Pentious will also feel honored to be meeting royalty such as yourself. He'll be his normal sweet but nervous self as always. He will bow for you and make it a big deal that you're Lucifer's sister though. Finds it most intriguing that you're a lawyer in Hell and asks you a bunch of questions.

Alastor will be irritated he has to deal with another pesky Morningstar. And one who practically runs the law in hell no less. Since you're a Morningstar, you're more powerful than him, which is the cause of his irritation. He'll act all nice and polite to your face. But deep down inside, he wants to destroy you.

Blitzø will get extremely nervous when you reveal you're a lawyer. While standing in his office. Where he kills people for a living. He does not want to get arrested by Hell's most powerful law enforcement. So he'll try to stay on your good side from now on.

Moxxie will also get really nervous. Because, one, he kills people for a living. And, two, he's just genuinely nervous to meet someone as powerful as you. He's naturally polite and sweet, however, it will probably be Blitz and Millie who lead the conversation.

Millie will be super excited to meet someone as important as you. She's extremely nice and friendly to you, not treating you any different than anyone else in hell. She'll probably be curious and ask you a bunch of questions. But, she's Millie, so you know she'll be a sweetheart.

Loona could not care less about you or who you are. Then again, she cares about very few people. She'll probably ignore you, but if Blitz wants her to be nice and say hi, she will.

Star's notes -> AHH THANK YOU!! I noticed you swimming in my notifs before, so the follow is much appreciated!

(Thank you, @vikkus-main for requesting!) (Requests are open!)

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lno-x · 9 months

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i love the way you draw milly!

She is buff as hell

#trigun #trigun stampede #tristamp #milly thompson #answers #lno-x art

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chirpsythismorning · 11 months

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Milkvans complaining about bylers not mentioning Finn’s response about about the monologue is so funny, as if it didn’t support byler endgame even more 🤣

Finn saying I think he knows she thinks all this, bc I think there’s a reason why he says it, is because she— she— he’s been waiting to say it for a long time and she’s been waiting for him to say it for a long time. I think it’s an interesting thought, having that reciprocated. Yeah I think so. I don’t… I don’t know. I would hope… idk… great question and thought tho…

Like he literally cuts himself off before implying that Mike knows how El feels and that she wanted him to say I love you for a while, which is the very reason why he said it in the first place, despite seasons of attempting to say it, stalling repeatedly, only to fail each time up until now when there was literally no option not to in his eyes…

How is that a milkvan win?…

Not only that, but he didn’t make it sound hopeful for their future either. It’s still up in the air according to him. He makes a point of just saying interesting question over and over, only to not actually come up with an answer…

The assumption for many viewers, specifically milkvans, is that everything is great for Mike and El right now bc the monologue fixed everything. If that’s the case why does Finn end that question on a sort of question mark with it still up in the air? Least of all when you’re dealing with a queer ship on the other end, with him making much more of an effort to imply that it will be addressed. It’ll pay off vs. idk?…

This is like the casts reaction to the monologue all over again. The interviewer asked about Mike and El’s future and Finn basically danced around it saying he’s looking forward to all of their endings and is mostly interested to know if Mike will stay in Hawkins, adding at the end that he hopes Mike and El you know, find… happiness.

He’s always giving answers that work both ways. Byler endgame still fits in with whatever he says, whether milkvans want to acknowledge that or not.

Otherwise there would be no reason for him to try so hard to be ambiguous about Mike and El’s feelings, as if it’s this big spoiler… unless what’s about to go down is something most the audience won’t expect…

#byler #also this does qualify as queerbaiting…#bc Milkvans and Redditors will insist no queerbaiting is happening #bc it’s soooo obvious Mike and el are endgame #then why Finn so uncertain?#why Finn idk idk?#do you know something he doesn’t or??#basically #if it was clear #and they wanted to avoid queerbait #they would make it clear that mike and el love each other and that’s that #but that’s not Finn’s approach at all #his answers always give off dual meaning #of course we hope mike and el find happiness at the end #whether that’s together or apart romantically remains to be seen #and so… that’s how byler wins 🤷‍♀️#bc queerbait went out the door ages ago #they’re not baiting anymore #Finn is out here framing it as a genuine possibility #Millie and Noah and finn and Brett have all basically said #that it’s up to the writers #we’ll have to see #if byler is for byler then they’re for byler #case closed

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life-winners-liveblog · 1 month

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Author: what Soul color would each of the important characters have

Ok but last time doing this.

(His soul is not really a stable color still)

#asks #trafficblr #scott smajor #traffic series #author answers #martyn inthelittlewood #grian #pearlescentmoon #goodtimeswithscar #Milly

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voxsremotec0ck · 1 month

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Anon said that Vox would wear your stolen underwear but I could imagine Blitzø doing the same.

Moxxie: Jesus! SIR! Are... Are those womens underwear you're wearing?

Blitzø: Can it Mox. Besides I'm sure Mils had you in dress in some shit more kinkier than this before.

Moxxie: That's besides the point, Sir. I know that this is your office but you can't just strut around in your underwear, it's undignified!

Blitzø: Ha! For your information, this isn't MY underwear, they're Readers, and I think its very comfortable. So you can't shove your unwanted option back up the ass you pulled it out of. Beside, I got snagged on my desk and just checking I did put a run in the stocking, think these are my favourite pair yet and atleast want to get some mileage out of them before ruining them.

Moxxie: Sir, does Reader know you're wearing their underwear?

Blitzø: Of course they don't, Moxxie. What what kinda shitty limp dicked question is that?

Moxxie: Because, well Sir... Readers just arrived and looks like they're heading this was right now.

Blitzø: Oh. Shit. Fuck it Moxxie! Quick, chuck me my pants. Now!

HE WOULD HE SO FUCKING WOULD

I like to think that reader does in fact know that he steals and wears their clothes but doesn’t say anything because they like it🤭🤭

Millie: so… you know that Blitz takes your clothes right?

Reader: oh yeah don’t worry it’s fine

Millie: yeah I figured. you guys are definitely perfect for each other

#helluva blitzo #helluva boss #helluva millie #blitzø x reader #ᯤ answers

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roosterbruiser · 1 year

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Hey! Any chance you could write some jealous!hangman? maybe that's why Hangman and rooster don't get along??Thank you!!! Love your writing!

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐆𝐮𝐲

𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞

You're just an excitable person.

Really, you are--like the kind of person that dances in their seat when they have a bite of really good food and runs through crowded airports into your boyfriend's arms after deployments (even if it was just a month or two). You're always the life of the party--which is precisely why the squadron requests your presence at The Hard Deck whenever they can get their hands on you.

Jake is pretty laid back for the most part, especially when it comes to you. Maybe it's a little bit because he knows how handsome he is and the pull he has over you, but it's a lot because the two of you just work. He's certain--as he should be--that your relationship has no weak points. You're as secure as secure can be and you have the shared home and rescued puppy to prove it.

It's not your fault that people are naturally drawn to you. You're the kind of person that people will just walk up to--Jake's witnessed it on many occasions. You're someone people will approach when they need their picture taken or when someone's all turned around and is in need of directions. But even odder than that, he's witnessed complete strangers come up to you with the sole purpose of just not being strangers anymore. Sometimes people will just start talking to you about what you're going to eat at a restaurant or if you're going to any concerts soon.

Jake loves that you're so easy to talk to and even if you're in the middle of the most mind-numbingly boring conversation he's ever witnessed, you are totally engrossed in what the other person is saying. You're just intrinsically good.

When you drink, that magnetism is amplified by about a hundred. You get plenty of male attention when you're drinking and Jake is certain that it has a little bit to do with that sexy bleary-look your eyes get when you're drunk and a lot to do with how much you love to dance. And the dancing part is definitely helped by your affinity for short dresses and big heels.

But Jake's totally cool--Hell, sometimes even Jake will capitalize on your free drinks and take a few for himself at the price of a sweet kiss. Privately, he calls it the sweetheart tax. But he would die of embarrassment if any members of his squadron knew that.

Tonight is not so different than the other nights. Of course he lets you drink, promising to stay sober, which he always does. He doesn't love drinking--he can be a bit of an ass when he drinks and one time he made you cry on accident and he vowed to never do that again--and he likes to keep a clear head if you're out in public, especially if you're consuming copious amounts of tequila at a Navy bar like you are right now.

You look especially good tonight--even you know that you look especially good tonight, which is not something you would often admit what with your innate sense of humility. Your dress is snug and fits just the way you like it to, your hair is just working today, your shoes make your legs look a mile long, and you just got your nails done.

Even if you didn't want to admit you looked good tonight, everyone around you would convince you otherwise. Hell, your dress was almost the reason you and Jake stayed home before you were able to get the two of you out the door with minimal foreplay.

Plus, Bradley had no issue telling you just how damn good you looked as soon as you came into The Hard Deck.

"Oh, you are a sight for sore eyes," Rooster greets with a grin, throwing his arms around you. "Y'look like an angel!"

Jake watches with a smile, his hand lingering on the small of your back--you are friends with the entire squadron, especially Bradley. The two of you have found some sort of common ground between a love for record collecting and vintage sunglasses. Besides, Jake isn't a caveman--he doesn't desire to throw you over his shoulder and run you back to your shared cave on all-fours every time a man talks to you.

"Little old me?" You ask with a sweet smile, curtseying much to Bradley's amusement. "I just threw this together!"

"For two hours," Jake adds teasingly, winking at Bradley.

You bump Jake and he just grins.

"Hey, I'll get you a drink," Bradley says before Jake can. "Tequila soda, yeah? Jake, you want anything?"

Jake shakes his head. You just shoot him a thumbs up, grinning as you turn to look at Jake. Jake has made a habit of not being able to keep up with you on the dance floor on tequila-induced nights. You're a few years younger than him, but you also seem to have limitless energy. He's more of a stick-around-in-the-corner-and-play-pool kind of guy and you're more of a twerk-until-it-hurts kind of girl.

"Gonna tear it up tonight, angel?" He asks, grinning as you press your lips against his with a laugh.

"Don't I always?" You grin, absolutely glowing beneath the golden lights of The Hard Deck.

"'Course you do," he says softly, pressing your hair behind your ears to get a better look at that pretty face of yours. "Your world, angel, we're just livin' in it."

That makes you blush and roll your eyes all in one huff--you'd be lying if you said corny lines like that didn't strike you right in the chest, right where your love for Jake pulses.

"You trying to get into my pants? Cause I don't have any on," you tease, kissing him again.

"Already did," he says slyly, nudging his nose against yours. "Remember?"

He melts for a moment, holding you against him, relishing in the feeling of your lips against his. You're practically vibrating, though--you're ready to hit the dance floor and start your very long night.

So when Jake pulls away from you, looking sobered and soft, your spine tingles.

"I'll keep an eye on you, okay, angel?"

He says this with affection--not possession. You're a young woman at a bar that is planning on getting plastered tonight in that tiny dress--you're glad to have an extra pair of eyes on you, especially since those eyes are attached to your Lieutenant Commander boyfriend that works out every single day.

"You better," you say as you sink your teeth into his lower lip softly, not-so-innocently pressing your hips against his. "Cause it's all for you, Lieutenant."

Jake feels all the blood in his body run hot--hotter than the San Diego sun that's finally retreating into the ocean. And suddenly, the jean shorts you like on him so much are getting tighter around his hardening cock--the one you had left lipstick rings on before leaving the house.

You're not playing nice--you know this and he knows it. You're in the middle of The Hard Deck and you're pretty sure that Maverick is sitting at the bar along with the rest of the people that Jake has to see on a day-to-day basis. You can't do anything too risky here; you're pushing it. And the both of you are already on edge from your escapades earlier.

Jake swallows hard, pressing your body into his partly because fuck, it feels so good and partly because fuck, he can't let you get away with being a brat. His eyes are narrowed in that way that makes excitement flood your folds, his lips pink as he licks them. You're certain that just looking at the tip of his pink tongue is making your nipples hard through your bra--shit, they're practically aching for his mouth and he's barely done or said anything.

"As it should be," Jake says lowly, slyly wrapping your hair around his hand--firm enough to keep you in place but nowhere near hard enough to harm you--and gives a small tug. It makes a little sound fall from your bitten lips, something between a moan and a whimper. "You're mine, angel."

Feminism retreats from your body, flooding down and pooling thickly in your underwear. You squeeze your thighs together, biting a smile, batting your lashes at him sweetly. Dammit if your eyes don't look perfect, the color of them enhanced by the purple eyeshadow he'd watched you so carefully apply after your shower.

But you're in a teasing mood tonight. Before leaving the house, you'd given him just enough to keep him wanting more, just enough to get him through a few hours at The Hard Deck before he could really take his time with you. Some languid strokes with your manicured hands, a few sopping minutes of cock-warming him with your throat as your lipstick stained his throbbing cock. He'd, of course, insisted on hiking your dress up and tasting you but you'd told him you wanted to wait until later, when the two of you got home from the bar. It was your own personal game of edging and your mind was already getting fuzzy the more turned on you became.

So you bite your lip again, slot your long leg between his and innocently let his stiff cock rest against the plush skin of your thigh.

Then you make a show of glancing at the fourth finger of your left hand, the one that sits naked. With your brows furrowed and your lips purse, you look at him questioningly.

Yours? the look reads so clearly.

Jake's biting a grin, shaking his head softly. He can do nothing but submit to your little game, like he always does, like he always will. Because he knows that as much as you like to push him to the edge and let him teeter, you're going to be coming apart underneath him in one way or the other later. It's his name you're going to be chanting as you convulse and fist those nice sheets you like so much, his hair you're going to be gripping as he devours you, his cock you're going to be drooling on. All he has to do is play along and wait. He can do that--even if he has a semi all night.

"Don't get yourself in trouble now," Jake warns, swiftly biting your left ring finger before kissing it better a moment later, peering at you through his lashes. "Cause I'll see the punishment is fit for the crime."

That makes you downright shiver right there. And you're just about to clear your throat and say something back, but then Bradley Bradshaw is kissing your cheek and pulling you away from Jake as he presses a foggy glass in your hand.

You and Rooster dance for a very, very long time. Jake wins four games of pool, keeping a diligent eye on the dance floor as Rooster lifts you into the air and spins you around or gives you a piggy-back ride to the jukebox. He even watches as you dissolve into a fit of giggles during a slow song when Rooster tries to teach you how to ballroom dance, your empty glasses piling up on the ledge of the bar.

This isn't enough to make Jake jealous--no, he's good friends with Rooster. He's glad that Rooster at least has the energy to keep up with your desire to dance all night. And he's glad that you have another set of eyes on you while you're on the dance floor because between the pool game he's playing and whatever baseball game is on TV, Jake can't watch you every single moment that the two of you are there.

What Jake doesn't know is that you're watching him, too. Honestly, you're drunk--but you're pacing yourself, keeping yourself in check for the long night you want to have with Jake as soon as the bar closes. So you let Rooster buy you your drinks and you dance with him, throwing your head back, letting your hair billow in the stuffy yeast-scented air of The Hard Deck. Rooster's a good dancer and he likes to show you off, the gentleman, so it's not hard to keep entertained in his arms.

But you can't seem to take your eyes away from your boyfriend. He looks damn good in those shorts, even if they're getting blurrier as your night pushes forward. He's wearing that button-down you like and after the pool corner got crowded--AKA hot--he popped the first few buttons. Lately, he's been letting his chest hair grow out and it is the most delicious sandy blonde color, growing politely all across his broad body.

"Darlin', y'thinking about another man while you're in my arms?" Rooster teases, sloppily grinning against your ear as he leads you around the hollow-sounding wooden floors. You're pretty sure you keep stepping on his feet in your big block heels, but he's either too drunk to notice or too much of a gentleman to say anything.

"Can't help it," you mumble to him pitifully, glancing in Jake's direction again as his muscles strain against the tight sleeves of his shirt when he sinks a ball. "He's a good looking man, Rooster Bradshaw."

"I think I'm drunk," Rooster slurs, shrugging, "'cause I totally get what you mean. He--he is a good looking man."

Rooster's face is flushed like it always is when he's drunk. He's grinning something fierce, only getting more exuberant as his alcohol content amplifies. He's perpetually happy when he drinks, which you welcome, and sometimes that means that he's touchy. Like right now, his hands are low on your waist--very nearly your hips--and his chest is pressed against yours. He's not being forceful and he's not pinning you against him, no, not at all. Plus, you like Rooster. He smells good and you're safe here in his arms. You're certain he'd never try anything.

Jake looks over at you again and finds that you're already looking at him, teeth sunken into your lower lip. Your eyes are that endlessly sexy sort of bleary, the kind that prefaces total drunkenness, and your cheeks are pink. Even with sweat on your hairline, even with your lipstick smeared from missing the straw a fair share of times, you look fucking radiant. Jake is positive that if you weren't in Rooster's arms all night, you'd have been approached by every other man in this bar. And he's man enough to admit that the thought of a slew of men getting to witness all of your unbridled beauty gets under his collar a little bit.

You're wondering if Jake knows that you're thinking about his cock right now, about the lipstick you left there and if it's faded now. You're thinking about giving in and asking if he'll just take you to the bathroom right here, right now. You're regretting--so, so much--your denial of pleasure all those hours ago. Just watching your boyfriend's eyes rake over your body, those pink lips in a flat line, that Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard has you clamping your thighs together.

It almost makes you delirious to think about his hot breath fanning out over your thighs; about him merely pushing your panties aside because he can't wait, angel; about his nose pressing softly against your swollen clit as he licks long stripes up your wetness; about his hands securing you against the bathroom door, fingers splayed across the meat of your thighs and flesh of your bottom; about having to cover your mouth with your wet palms when he makes you cum.

You have to do something about the wetness between your legs--it's throbbing. It's uncomfortable.

So you enter the final stage of this edging game.

There's an hour until closing. If you two were different (normal) people, you'd absolutely meet each other halfway and both admit to wanting to go home to get the last (best) part of your night started. But you're you and Jake is Jake. So instead of telling each other what you really want, you'll do whatever is at your disposal to make the other fold.

You're the reigning champion of this game. You'd gotten him once by tying a cherry stem into a knot with only your tongue. Another time it'd been when you'd accidentally dropped an ice cube between your breasts and opened your shirt up to air it out. Another time was when you'd asked Javy to teach you pool--yeah, Jake didn't last long watching you bent over in that little dress with Javy's arms around you.

You'd do just about anything to push Jake over the edge, which is a thought that sends a shockwave through your body, a thought that makes all the blood in your face sizzle.

And suddenly, it clicks.

You know what you're going to do--you know how you're going to win. So carefully, you nudge Bradley closer to Jake. Not close enough for Jake to hear your conversation and not enough for Bradley to become suspicious of your intentions, but close enough for Jake to get a clear shot of your two forms.

"Rooster?" You ask with a sweet smile.

He grins down at you, smoothing a hand through his curls, squeezing your waist.

"What can I do for you, darlin'?"

You smile as sweetly as you can muster, half-sure you're snarling at him. You dislodge the lipstick from its place between your breasts and point at him with it. Like the good boy he is, his eyes never leave yours, not even when he knows the view he will have had of your cleavage from this angle would be awe-inducing.

"Put your shades on, Roos," you say, tilting your head and slyly checking if Jake is watching you--which he is. Jake is watching you very closely, actually, holding his pool cue with a grip that is far too tight. "Need a mirror."

Rooster is all too happy to reply, nodding rapidly as he lets his shades fall over his eyes, angling his face towards you. The two of you are close right now, chests grazing each other when either of you breathe, and your foot is resting between his.

"Thanks," you mumble to him with a wink.

Rooster's too drunk to feel Jake's gaze burning a hole in his cheek. He's still grinning, giving you a lazy salute.

"Not self but country," he slurs, picking a freckle on your face to stare at so he doesn't get dizzy.

You make a real show of it all, straightening your shoulders before pushing your hair to your back. You know Jake is looking at the soft skin of your neck, that if you were home right now, he'd be pressing feverish kisses all along your throat. But you just let him watch as you pucker your lips and turn your face to Bradley's, looking deeply into the reflective lenses of his sunglasses as you carefully start to apply the ruby-colored lipstick.

Bradley's really not watching you inappropriately, but his hands are still resting low on your waist, which you're glad for because he's anchoring you to the slippery floor. And you know it's only fueling the fire surely burning in Jake's chest right now.

Jake is absolutely watching--he's watching as Bradley's thumb rub little circles over your dress, watching as your breasts graze the exposed skin of his chest, watching Bradley lean down and seemingly stare deeply into your eyes as you hold your pretty mouth open and swipe that devilishly red lipstick on it.

He can't look away--he's tried. He's mesmerized, trying to think of what his next move should be. He knows that you'll be unreasonably excited about winning again tonight, gloating in the afterglow. But he's burning for you right now, his jeans so tight against his crotch that he's pondering grinding himself subtly against the pool table.

But then you seal the deal--push him over the edge.

You lean forward and press a soft kiss to Rooster's chest. It's a friendly kiss, really, one that Jake wouldn't bat an eye at any day. Hell, he'd let your mother kiss him like that. But what makes it sinful is the imprint of your lips on Rooster's skin--nearly identical to the tattoos on Jake's cock.

"Thanks, Rooster, I really appreciate it--!"

You know you're in for it when your hand is grasped suddenly, when you're weaving through the parting crowd at a pace that only a man with a plan can muster.

"Uh, bye?" Rooster calls, eyebrow perched.

You barely have time to wave.

Jake is holding on tight, mindful of your nails and drunkenness, as he navigates to the front doors with you in tow. He's throbbing all over, positively aching for you. And you've won--again--so he knows you must be smirking behind him. He almost can't bare to turn around and confirm his suspicion.

"I can feel your smirk," Jake growls over his shoulder, brows furrowed.

You try to bite it, but you can't. Your cheeks are positively tight with glee.

"What smirk, Lieutenant?" You ask innocently.

You're almost past the front door when he shakes his head, again not looking at you.

"That one," he says, sighing. "Fuck, angel, I can hear it."

"What are you gonna do about it, Lieutenant?"

He shivers--you have absolutely, irrevocably, won. He is all in.

"Don't you mean what are you gonna do about it, angel?" Jake asks the moment you breach the exit, each of you sighing in tandem to be out of the stuffy bar and into the cool, salty air.

Before a moment's even passed, he has you shoved up against the wooden siding. God, you can feel him throbbing through his denim as his cock presses into your hip. And he can feel how wet you are when his knee wedges between your legs. You're soft right now, body totally malleable and trusting beneath his grasp. And fuck if that doesn't make Jake all the more harder--you trust him so much.

He's feverishly nipping at your neck and you can do nothing but tip your head back, let your mouth part, and let it happen.

"Think you better make it up to me," he mutters against your skin, biting down on your collarbone and slamming his palm over your mouth before anyone can hear your strangled moan. "Ain't that right, angel?"

You blink up at him when he lets his forehead rest against yours, batting those pretty lashes at him. And nodding your head slowly, he nearly begins to tremble.

"Good girl," he whispers, letting his hand move to rest on your throat. "I like good girls."

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varilien · 10 months

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i honestly don't remember why i did this because the way i ALWAYS am is that i cannot settle on a design i'll make edits every single time i draw it forever fdhgjhdk

also spose i'll tell y'all more about leaden skies while we're here

since wolfwood's the only licensed hunter of the group, he's the only one who can take on hunts legally, although the others are more than capable of defending themselves as necessary in an emergency

okay OBVIOUSLY milly has huge gunlancer vibes but i've set her up with a handy Knight Lance her old instructor gave her when she was just starting out with the guild. i like to think she's always making friends with hunters she meets and convincing them to show her some tricks with whatever they're proficient in

meryl has a hand-me-down Guild Knight Saber set from her family that she brought with her when she moved out to work for the guild. guild work is good work for a variety of reasons, and she's probably got more than one relative working for them as well, hence the sabers. her family is generally very supportive

vash is a pacifist. despite this, he keeps one half to a very old dual blade set on his person at all times, as well as a God's Island light bowgun. it's anyone's guess how he got so proficient with both when he refuses to fight

wolfwood has a range of proficiencies with many weapons (chapel never would have let him get so far in his studies if he couldn't be that adaptable), but he tends to favor greatswords, charge blades and heavy bowguns. his Punisher has seen him through some of the worst days of his life

that said i don't wanna draw any of these things LMAO

#trigun #trigun anime #trigun fanart #leaden skies au #vash #vash the stampede #wolfwood #nicholas d. wolfwood #meryl stryfe #milly thompson #monster hunter #monster hunter fanart #monster hunter crossover #crossover #this crossover was a terrible idea actually i DON'T WANNA HAVE TO DRAW WEAPONS AND ARMOR WHAT HAVE I DONE #I MAY BE STUPID #also sorry to ppl who have asked me about leaden skies before and i just Didn't Really Answer i am just this way unfortunately #anyways. went the route of like. how npcs always have unique outfits instead of trying to pick monster materials to build off of #except for wolfwood's barioth cloak which at some point i will detail properly because it's Important dfkjghkd

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bitchin-tubs · 6 months

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Something that has been bothering me for a while abt the shows is that if imps and sinners can die in Hell… we’re do they go???? Is that ever explained? I think sinners are basically undead until something like an Angel weapon kills them which ok I can understand because they’re not meant to “die”again but imps seem to be born grow old and die which just makes me ask where do they go?? I doubt there’s a second afterlife for dead Hell creatures but like I need someone to explain

#what prompted this question was a short but cute comic panel about Moxxie’s dead mom telling Millie to tace care of him #which I was like awww but then thought ‘did she become a hell Angel? projecting her souls from imp heaven? always been there in spirit???#I read once that according to Viv the random eyes in inanimate objects are ‘dead’ sinners which is alright it answers one question #but hello???? the dead imps???? where are their hellish souls??#helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critical

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bluecoba · 6 months

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Oh my goodnesssssss!!! So precious!!! Thank you so much <3

Happy Halloween :D!!

#coba answers #trigun #vash plushie #vash the stampede #meryl stryfe #nicholas d wolfwood #millie thompson

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strawb3rrystar · 1 month

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GUH! There is NOT enough helluva boss x reader imagines out there in the world. I was wondering if you could do a romantic hurt/comfort imagine with any number of the helluva cast (literally I'll take any of them, you could even do just one and I'll eat it up) (if you do only do one tho preferably striker or blitz)(maybe platonic stolas) but basically reader (gn or fem) gets incredibly injured, and helluva cast feels its their fault, with lots of reader reassuring it isn't. Tysm!!!!!

It's not your fault.

Pairing: Blitzø, Moxxie, Millie, Loona, Fizzarolli, Striker, Stolas, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Mammon x GN! Reader

Warnings: Reader gets hurt, so violence

Word count: 900

✰Masterlist

Blitzø will feel absolutely terrible if you got hurt during an outing. He'll automatically blame himself because he's been the cause of so many others' pain. He'll immediately stop everything to protect you. Once you're back safe in his office, he'll have Moxxie tend to your wounds. When the two of you are alone, he'll apologize profusely. Telling him it's not his fault won't really calm him down, unless you grab him and look him in the eyes while you say it. Even then, he'll still feel guilty.

Moxxie will rush to your side to help you. He'll also bring you away from the danger and won't leave your side. He'll bangage up your wounds himself. Afterwards, he'll break down in tears and begs for your forgiveness. Obviously you do, but he'll continue to sob and cling onto you. He'll keep repeating how he's a terrible partner because he couldn't protect you. It takes a while to fully convince him that it wasn't his fault and you still love him.

Millie will immediately lash out at whatever hurt you. Like full on snarls and growls. She'll then bring you to whatever place is the safest. She'll apologize for putting you in harms way like that. You remind her that she's the one who protected her in the end, which makes her feel a little better. Make sure you tell her it's not her fault. She'll take less convincing than Blitz and Moxxie, but she'll still be extremely worried about you.

Loona will pick up your injured body and run away from the danger. Like Millie, she'll lash out, but only if something tries to attack you again. To her, it is more important to get you to safety than to try to fight. She'll insist on bandaging your wounds herself because she doesn't trust anyone else to do it. Will blame herself because she wasn't looking out well enough for you. She'll immediately agree when you tell her it's not her fault because your word is the only one that matters.

Fizzarolli will try to bring you away from the danger above all else. Since he's not really the best at fighting, his first instinct is to run away. Once the two of you are safe and out of breath from running, he'll break down in tears. He'll think he's not a good enough partner because you probably got hurt protecting him. Reassure him it's not his fault. That you still love him and he's the best partner you could ask for. He'll start to calm down once he feels your hands cupping his face.

Striker will immediately step in and protect you when he sees you get hurt. He'll pick you up and the two of you will flee on horseback. When you get home, he'll tend to your wounds. He ends up blaming himself because his job put you in harms way. He'll apologize for putting you in danger and kisses your forehead. You tell him not to worry because you knew he would all ways be there no matter what. That doesn't exactly make him not worry, but at least he knows your okay.

Stolas will internally panic and rush to your side. He'll go into his demon form and absolutely destroy whatever hurt you. He'll pick you up and carry you home. He'll have one of his servants tend to your wounds while he sits beside you and holds your hand. He will blame himself for putting you in a dangerous situation in the first place. He'll apologize profusely while holding you close, putting all the blame on himself. You tell him it's not his fault, he doesn't really accept that however and makes you promise you're okay.

Asmodeus will immediately go into his demon form to protect you. He'll pick you up and carry you back home, apologizing the whole way. He will blame himself because he wasn't there for you in the first place. He'll tend to your wounds, his large hands working very, very carefully. He promises to be a better partner for you. However, you tell him he already is a good enough partner and you'll love him no matter what. This doesn't exactly calm his nerves and he'll make sure he's always with you, or you have bodyguards from now on.

Beelzebub will freak out if you get hurt at one of her parties. She'll stop the entire thing for you, making sure you're alright. If you're not, the party will end and she'll bring you home. She'll get you anything you need or want, apologizing for hosting the stupid party in the first place. She won't host one for a while, wanting to spend time with you instead. Even if you reassure her it's not her fault, she'll still blame herself. She's the party host, it's her responsibility to make sure everyone has a safe and good time.

Mammon will actually feel terrible if you got hurt at one of his shows. But only because he has a soft spot for you. Surprisingly, he'll end the show for you and carries you backstage. He'll have his staff clean you up and your wounds. He'll blame himself because it was his show, so it's his responsibility to take care of you. Also surprisingly, he'll apologize and promise to do better. However, you might not be leaving his side for a few... months.

Star's notes -> I agree, there is NOT enough Helluva Boss x reader fanfics out there!! But, that's why I'm here :}

(Thank you, @willyoubethepookietomypookster for requesting!) (Requests are open!)

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lno-x · 9 months

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I'm absolutely feral for how you draw the Stampede gang. Your expressions are -chef's kiss- Esp love all the grins and smiles. The way you draw the lines for the cheek squish is so lovely and I am taking NOTES! 💖