Hhihihhi Hope Ur Doing Well!!

hhihihhi hope ur doing well!!

so uhh could i request fizzaroli and azmodeus (together) from hb with a male s/o whose the grim reaper :3

like he’s been around since before earth and is really stronk like the second stronkest person in hell AND heaven so he’s kinda a little overpowered

Ofcccc:D tysm anon!!!!

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•totally shows you off. Like “on yeah this is our boyfriend isn’t he so cool and awesome and sexy and incredible and-“ you get the idea

•your basically like fizzies body guard since he got kidnapped

•I feel like you would have one of those pillows with yes on one side and no on the other yk?

•you tried to carry OP Ozzie once (it worked cause u so s t r o n k)

•if u ever feel bad about claiming a soul they would cuddle you(like a little kid or a puppy or something)

•when you say grim reaper I imagine this dude I a floor length cloak just standing in the corner and Ozzie is having a meeting when the other guy is like “what is that thing” he’s just like “oh that’s my boyfriend, say hi babe!” And in this distorted voice your like “H̶̨̡͔̲͇̠̳͓̻̫̙̲̥͔̺͈̪̦̱̜̟̻͔̲͇͓͔̤̯̭̤̬̠̪͎̥̜̮̐̀̆̃̽͗̊̉͑͜͜͠ͅį̴̡̧̡̧̗͖̺̙̱̫̺̱̘̥̰̱̘̰̺̙͎̯͉̥͇͍͖̲̲͔̗͔̱͇̮͚͇̗̅̓̄̎̈́̔̈̑̎͊͒̂̂̑̊͒̒̆͛̔̇͛̅̋̽̈̈́̈́̚͘̚͜͝͝͝͝͠ͅͅ”

•fizzy woke you up with the air horn and you broke it. Like grabbed the air horn and just crushed it(apologize you monster/j)

•I imagine you wearing really dark clothes and you borrow Ozzie’s hoodie or something and you look ridiculous

•you totally threw hands with mammon(and won but mammon dosnt want to admit that)

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A/N: please let me know if something needs improvement and tysm for sending a request!

Louder

STOP MAKING MY LIL AWKWARD NERDY BOYS BE CONFIDENT AND SO SURE OF THEMSELVES!!! I LIKE THEM BECAUSE THEY’RE NERDY NOT BECAUSE YOU FANFIC WRITERS MAKE THEM EGO MANIC ASSHOLES

Finding out my partner sys had angel dust was like: “ok gentlemen this is what we prepared for, you’ve been hyperfixating on him for four years and be cool, he is a person with feelings and- OH SHIT HE CALLED YOU SEXY MISSION ABORT BRAIN SHUTTING DOWN LEVELS OF GAY HAVE OVERLOADED”

OH MY GOD I FOUND IT

here’s the closeted furries “hey man… can u bum me a cig” and “the one uncle nobody invites to the family reunion but SOMEONE keeps telling him where it is anyways”

if you want an idea of what john is like, imagine hau from pokemon sumo

ALSO the ppl who kept asking me for trans thomas art, HERE he’s trans in this au (; 

ft John:

Angel dust x cook reader

Readers pronouns: you/ yours (but really he/him)

Could potentially be seen as a part two to the last “angel x cook reader” I made but you don’t need to read it to understand this one.

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It’s angel’s birthday. Of course people are making a big deal out of it, he’s like hells version of the Kardashians. Lots of flowers, cards and creepy jars filled with unidentifiable substances. Charlie bought him a new outfit, husk took him out on the town, and alastor…have you met the guy? Seriously, you expected him to get something for angel? A hardy “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY EFFEMINATE FELLOW” will do just fine, thank you. You decided to make him a cake. Nothing too fancy, granted he doesn’t really have all that much of a sweet tooth. Chocolate cake with pink frosting, and in white it says “happy birthday Tony” on the top. You put a fondant bow on it to make it look more…angel. He walks through the door, tipsy. “Oh, angel perfect timing!” You turn to him, smiling. “Whaaat? You starten’ ta miss me, handsome?” He giggles, finding it amusing how he towers over you. “Well yes but- uh- THATS BESIDES THE POINT.” You interrupt yourself, trying not to seem as nervous as you are. You wernt nervous about angel, or him liking the cake. You were nervous about the fact you wrote “Tony” instead of “angel” or “angel dust”. How would he react? Would he cry? Would it be happy or angry? Or sad? “I uh…I made you a cake!” Damnit. Stop stammering. This wasn’t like you at all! Your like some main character of a self instead fan-fiction or something! ‘I- uh- I-i-‘ SPIT IT THE FUCK OUT MY DUDE. Angel hugs you, shoving your face in his floof. “Thank you so much! Where is it? I want cake!” He makes grabby hands with his bottom two arms. You let out a muffled “can you let me go?”, your arms dangling at your sides. “Ohhh yeah sorry~” he slurs out, letting go of you. You exit the main lobby to retrieve the cake, holding the plate it’s on firmly with both hands. “Well, here it is! Uh…happy birthday.” You hand him the cake. For about a minute he just looks at it. ‘Happy birthday, Tony.’ Not angel dust, Tony. Anthony looks up at you, tearing up a little. Not just because he’s drunk either, but because he’s thankful. You MADE him something, for fucks sake. With HIS name on it. Not his stage name, his NAME. “Are you alright-?” He wipes a tear with one of his hands. “Yeah, I’m alright.”

Happy birthday, Anthony

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A/N: it’s angel’s birthdayyyyy>_< I’m so normal about him. As usual, constructive criticism is encouraged(my reqs are open;])

Thats so much more threatening with the crusty reaction image

Jax, who betrothed you with a shotgun?

"Who says I didn't have it all along?"