WHY IS LUCI THE TUMBLR SEXYMAN?
- Took the entire Hazbin Hotel fandom by storm faster than you can say “magic-tastical back flippingrubber duck! Haha! That spits fire!”
- Obsessed with rubber ducks
- The best dad who loves his daughter so much
- Short King. Enough said.
- So many good nicknames: Short King, Apple Daddy, Duck Lord, Snek Boi
- Man wears a top hat to make himself look taller. I mean COME ON
- Neurodivergent coded
- Hella depressed (pun intended)
- Ultimate Rizz
- Quite literally an Angel (fallen but whatever)
- Hot asf demon form that he still manages to look adorable in
- Supportive father
- Protective father
- Most powerful being in all of Hell
- One-shot bitch slapped Adam into submission after a full minute of fucking around
- “Take that depression!”
- “Wap. Bap. Boom. Alakazam”
- This:
- And this:
- Andthisandthisandthisandthisandthis:
Oh, and finally, incase I haven’t convinced you
- This:
I rest my case
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sdv elliott was a theatre kid
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my favorite part about the dsmp as it currently stands is that since the creators are done they’re over it you can just say whatever the fuck you want. there’s no possible future canon to dispute it. there’s no creator who’s going to step out of the woodworks because they’re not touching that again with a 30 foot pole. i can say the most insane bullshit never be proven wrong and i think that’s beautiful
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DP x DC: Puppy Love
Waiting for my friend in the emergency room(they’re fine, we’ll not fine obviously but not actively dying) so might as well write on my phone
So if there are two things I’m adamant about it’s that Alfred should still be alive and that DC SHOULD GIVE JASON BACK HIS DOG
For those poor souls that do not know, Jason had a dog name, and this is 100% true, Dog. Jason is canonically bad at naming things so he named his dog Dog. And the storyline between him and her is actually really touching. He rescued her from a dog fighting ring where she was used to bait dogs. Jason earned her trust showed her kindness and she loves him for it and it makes me emotional. GIVE JASON BACK HIS DOG YOU MONSTERS
She’s not dead just got written out by giving her to someone, but still, that man loves and pampers Dog, gave her an engraved nameplate and everything
But consider Cujo, the ghost of a dog being trained to be a guard dog, put to death long before his time wanting the thing that made him happy in life: his toy. Danny finds him, bonds with him and helps him get back the thing he loves most, and Cujo loves Danny for it.
A story as old as time, a boy and his dog, or in Danny’s case a boy and his ghost dog.
So imagine this: Danny moved to Gotham with Cujo and things are going great, except for one thing.
Cujo has a little crush
Now normally this wouldn’t be a problem, but Cujo is a ghost. Aka he can walk through walls. So when Cujo wants to visit his lady friend, he just bolts right through the wall, and leads Danny on a merry chase.
Meanwhile Jason is confused to come home to his penthouse only to find Dog cuddled up with a smaller green dog that isn’t Beast Boy. The other dog is friendly and gets along with Dog, but it’s driving him crazy wondering how he got in without tripping an alarm. Then there’s a knock on the door
Jason opens the door to find an out of breath guy about his age with black hair, blue eyes and windswept hair that might have been intentional if it hadn’t been for a few leaves stuck in it.
And that’s how Jason met Danny
Cut to this happening a few more times and then turns into organizing little “dates” for their dogs and the while falling slowly in love with each other romcom style
That’s right, this has been a romcom about two dog owners falling in love because their dogs are literally obsessed with each other
Bonus: Danny giving Cujo “the Talk”
Danny, wagging his finger: Don’t make a rosemary’s baby, understand?
Cujo: Bark
Danny: ... good.
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thinking thoughts about Nanami with a high sex drive…
you’re coming home late from work one night to find kento already in bed, still clad in his button-up and khakis, tie hanging loosely around his neck, hair disheveled, barely able to keep his eyes open, but he’s trying for you.
smiling to yourself as you approach him, prepared to remove the tie, but he’s grabbing your wrist and pulling you on top of him before you can register what’s happened.
you’re confused at his actions until you feel his cock pressing against you from underneath his pants, painfully hard and begging to be released.
never being one to deny your lover, you waste little time in removing the clothes between the two of you and sinking down onto him, face flushing as he groans at the feeling of your walls wrapped around him.
you roll your hips languidly, content to take your time, but kento isn’t having it. he grabs your hips, bouncing you on his cock with ease, praise falling from his lips like honey; brown eyes swimming with adoration.
it doesn’t take long for you to tip over the edge, with Kento pulling you flush against him, swallowing your moans as you clench around him. he spills into you with your name on his lips, bodies remaining connected as the two of you come down.
within minutes, he’s almost asleep, peppering kisses across your face, murmuring apologies for not being able to stay awake—in that tired voice that makes you swoon.
in the morning, he’ll apologize again for being so “crass,” as he puts it; with breakfast waiting on the counter to sweeten the deal.
by the end of it, he’s bending you over the very same counter as his parting gift before the two of you go about your respective days.
he’ll bring your favorite flowers home that evening—as another apology.
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