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I png'd the Xrd Chibis if anyone is interested

Hopefully I posted these correctly lol, sorry if anyone's timeline gets blasted by xrd chibis. Chibis belong to Arc System Works Scans courtesy of @solradguy

furry/tiger!sukuna inspired by @kcokaine & @furuu’s fics

This will never not be funny to me.

This image is so fucking ameripan/fruk/gerita coded.

Beach day

Chapter 3 of this post

For once in your life you managed to get Faust of all people to get out of his comfort zone. Well.. you and 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳 did. Out of everything you managed to make him do, you got him to go to the beach with you! How lovely… you hope. You pack up everything you and Faust would need, ensuring you do not miss anything. You know how 𝘔𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 Faust is, and missing something at ALL will make him want to go and get it, much to your dismay. You make it in time, seeing that Slayer and his wife Sharon are already comfortable on the beach.

After spending a concerning amount of time in the changing room, Faust finally emerges. You stare in awe at the man's physique, a little stunned and flustered. Despite being lanky, he has quite the amount of meat on his bones. His chest is very nicely toned and his arms show a bit of muscle. You smile, seeing that his shorts are themed the same way as his usual suit. Your smile turns into a bit of a frown, seeing that Faust kept his paper bag on. You ponder out of all days, why today? You stroll up to the tall doctor, his mannerisms changing a bit as he sees you.

“Faust… why did you keep your paper bag on?” you ask, hoping to get an answer. Faust looks down at you, a comically sized red blush on his paper bag. “Well, I felt like the sunlight would be a bit… much for my eyes. Anyway, let's not keep Slayer and his wife waiting!” with a swoop of his arm, he grabs your hand and barrels the both of you towards the water. Faust stops at the edge of the sand, kicking up a good amount of dust as he screeches to a halt. You yelp, your hair coming dangerously close to the water as you nearly tip over. Faust pulls you back, letting you get your bearings before releasing you. He digs into his pocket, pulling out an umbrella and two beach towels. You stare in a bit of disbelief, knowing that he could do this, but it's jarring every time. After setting everything up, Faust digs in his pocket once again, handing you your favorite flavor of popsicle.

“Thanks, Faust.” you say with joy in your voice, getting up with a play shovel and a bucket to build a sandcastle. Faust digs into his pockets once more, pulling out a few mini-fausts to help you. They march in a line, waddling up to the foundation of your sandcastle. They squeak as they use their adorably small hands to help you build. You hold your toy shovel in one hand and your ice cream in the other, enjoying your time in the sun. Faust looks out at the ocean, seeing Slayer doing tricks on a surfboard while Sharon gives him scores.

On Faust’s side of things, he's never felt so nervous in his life! Look at how pretty and cute you look in your swimsuit! He's been less shaky when doing 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴! So why is he so nervous with you? He ponders, watching mini-fausts make sandcastles with you. He feels something in his heart, a feeling of warmth and something else he can't quite make out. He decides to relax a bit, taking some deep breaths and drinking some water. Despite wanting to join you, something in him stops him. Is he really this nervous? He wonders to himself. He puffs out his chest, He's a man after all! No silly nervousness should deter him from being able to spend time with you!

“H-Hey there y/n. Could I ask you something?” Faust says nervously, catching your attention. He crouches down to meet your gaze, not wanting to intimidate you. “Yeah, what's up?” you reply, your sandcastle slowly turning into a sand hospital because of the mini Fausts. Faust gulps nervously, a bit of sweat coming down his neck. He holds his hand in yours, making you blush a little. Your hands are so small compared to his, adding to his mounting nervousness. “Do you want to surf with me?” Faust asks, making you nearly burst into laughter. Here you were expecting him to ask or tell you something important, and you get this. “Of course, I’d love to surf with you, Faust.”

Oh, how wonderful! You're a saint, accepting him like this! Faust digs into his pocket, somehow fitting two surfboards inside. In some capacity, this isn't the weirdest thing you've seen him pull out of his pockets. You stare nervously at the surfboards, having never surfed before. You watch as Slayer emerges from the water with his wife, both laughing about something. You wave for them to come over, and they do. “What's the mat’er? Nervous about surfing?” The dandy vampire asks, Sharon behind him with a curious face. “Yeah… I'm pretty sure we both don't know what we’re doing.” You say with a nervous chuckle, looking down at the sand. Slayer walks forward, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Don't worry, me and ‘m wife ‘ill help you.” Slayer assures, helping the two of you stand comfortably on your surfboards. Soon, the two of you are standing up, the wind blowing through your (y/h/c) hair. You look over at Faust a determined glare shining from inside the hole in his paper bag.

Unbeknownst to you, however, he’s more determined to 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 more than anything. “You're both doin’ good! Just catch the wave!” Slayer instructs, Sharon cheering you and Faust on. You wobble a bit before catching your bearings, catching and riding the wave. Faust tails right behind you, his arms out in a T position. The wind rides along his paper bag, and by some goofy logic not blowing off at all. After a long minute of riding this wave, it fizzles out, leading you and Faust to the beach. Sharon claps happily, and Slayer nods approvingly, delighted that the two of you made it out safely. “You two did wonderful. But it's gettin’ a bit late now. We should set up somethin’ to eat.” Slayer says with his usual dignified tone, Sharon nodding along with him. “Yeah, we really should get something to eat.” You agree, seeing that there’s an open grill nearby. Slayer initially agrees to grill for all of you, but Faust steps up instead, insisting that he make the food tonight. After all, he knows about food-borne illnesses and what certain foods need to be cooked to. You leave for a moment to pick up some grillable food, letting Faust do his magic. He gives Slayer a steak, cooked blue rare and bloody. He serves up some pork chops and kebabs, sticking the kebab stick under his paper bag and pulling it out clean.

After a nice day at the beach, Slayer and Sharon bid farewell to you and Faust before deciding to go home, leaving you and Faust alone. You and Faust sit on the beach alone, looking at the stars together. Faust turns to you, happy that you could join him today. “Hey, y/n… thanks for being with me.” Faust says quietly, making you look over at him. “Huh? What was that?” You ask, making Faust blush. “T-Thanks for being here with me today! I had lots of fun. Y’know… spending time with you makes me want to take more breaks from being a doctor more often.” Faust says without his usual goofiness, instead taking on a softer voice. You smile, resting your hand on his. “I think I'd like that. But you should still spend more time with doctor things than with me. It's your business after all.” You assure, swearing that you see the man smiling from under his bag. You spend a few more minutes silently looking up at the stars with him, wishing today would never end. Just as the tender moment comes to a close, the Mini Fausts from before rush in front of you and squeak, making you wonder what they want.

“They want you to come and see something. I wonder what they want to show you.” Faust translates, making you get up while holding his hand. He momentarily looks away nervously before following you. You stand with your mouth slightly agape, seeing that they built a whole sand hospital facility. They squeak curiously, pushing your legs closer. “They want your approval, y/n.” Faust explains, making you smile more. You get on your knees, seeing how meticulously they made it. You put your hand on their heads, chuckling a bit “You all did well. How’s about a picture to commemorate?” You say playfully, hearing the tiny Fausts squeak in a happy and satisfied manner. You and the mini Fausts pose in front of the sand-made marvel, letting Faust take a picture of you and mini hims. He looks at the picture, treasuring it already.

“Thanks Faust, I had a wonderful time.”

“I did too, y/n”

And just like that, the day fizzles out with a heartwarming moment. And you best believe that somewhere in Faust's house, 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺.

New chapter is up!

Ravenbros, it's so over

Guilty gear characters from memory Part 2!

Part 1

Guilty gear doodles from memory, part 1!

Part 2

I feel like England has kind of lost the dread and fear they once felt when America's birthday comes up. Thanks to France and other countries basically giving em some free-range therapy and consoling England only sulks for 2 days instead of the whole month of July.

Though America comes across as completely oblivious to this fact, I think they are very VERY aware of this. Like during the party for America's birthday, they like pull England aside just to say that they are the best parent a little colony could've asked for despite all the trouble. It makes England cry rivers and they spend the whole night crying to France about their favorite little bastard child.

England always feels the need to spoil America on their birthday, getting them something they know America will feel a deep connection to.

England then will say something along the lines of "Well, I know what you actually like, so I thought this would be meaningful." And it makes America feel a bit emotional. They don't show it to the crowd of other countries but the moment that America and England are alone 100% America is going to break down a little.

Please do not tag this as usuk.

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Art Fight

An art trading game

IM DOING ARTFIGHT BAYBEE

Also here's my page because the height is all fucky on artfight

New chapter baybeee!

A Hetalia Headcannon Fo' Today -

I'd like to think that China has a sphinx cat and NOBODY (not even Japan or Russia) knows how old the thing is. It has so many wrinkles, and hates anybody besides China. The cat has the craziest death stare, and won't let any being clean it besides China, too. It acts like a complete sweetheart to China, but will go bat-shit if not accompanied by them.

This cat is the only pet banned from bring your pet to the meeting day every year (Ever since China tried to sick the cat on America, Lmao.) And China is forced to bring their other pet, a Kunming Wolfdog with a much better (not much better) temper.

Stubborn Sickness.

(This is the chapter 2 of this post)

“I don't wanna, m’ fine!” You tell Faust, sniffling up snot clogging your nose. Faust with his incredible doctor abilities, knows that winter sickness has gotten you thoroughly. He offers you some tea, but you refuse it with your raspy voice.

“Please, Y/N. You're awfully sick, and you need plenty of warm liquids, medicine, and rest!” Faust says stubbornly, not giving up on making you better. He's a doctor and keen on helping people, so of course he's not giving up on someone as close to him as you.

“I don't need rest, I'll get better on my own.” You tell him, crossing your arms over the blanket. Faust frowns, somehow conveyed by the eyehole on his paper bag.

“Since you're so stubborn, I'll have to make sure you get your medicine. You have a high fever, and I'm not letting you stay this way.” Faust says with conviction, almost making you nervous. He reluctantly leaves, looking back at you before closing the bedroom door.

Time for a plan!

As you feel the tired sickness lull you to sleep, something feels somewhat off. As you sleep, a group of Mini-Fausts sneaks under the bedroom door. Somehow, they manage to open the door by making a tower, making sure to be quiet besides a few squeaks. They sneak in a bowl of soup and tea, carrying it up to the table next to the side of the bed where you're sleeping.

“Wuh… Faust?” You say as you wake up slowly, your vision blurred slightly. You see a line of Mini-Fausts carrying a spoon to your mouth. Without thought, you open your mouth, but quickly shut it as the spoon touches your lips.

“Wha… wha is that?” You ask, seeing the Mini-Fausts shake the spoon slightly. You smell chicken noodle soup and sigh softly.

“So, this is his plan?” You look at the train of Mini-Fausts on your chest, impatiently bumping the spoon against your lips repeatedly.

“Alright, I'll bite.” You shrug, opening your mouth. The small Faustlets lower the spoon in your mouth, letting you eat the soup.

“Mmmm…” You say in bliss, the warm soup hitting your sore throat. You can obviously taste the medicine aftertaste, but somehow Faust made it work well with the soup's taste.

You try to grab the spoon from the smaller Fausts, but they hold on with great strength, not letting you feed yourself. They continue to feed you, seeming happy every time you eat a spoonful.

After you finish the soup, the group takes the bowl from the table next to you, marching off. Just as you think it's over and you're ready for Faust to come in and scold you for refusing help, the marching Fausts come back.

“Is there more?” You ask, your voice much less raspy. They climb up the table scarily fast, starting to bring you spoonfuls of the tea.

“O-oh… I see.” You say, mentally smacking yourself in the head for not noticing the cup before.

As the Mini-Fausts slowly but steadily feed you the tea, you can feel the snot in your nose clear up a little. The tea is fairly sweet and lemony, making your throat also feel better. After the tea is finished, a Small Faust climbs the side of the pillow you rest your head on, patting your forehead and squeaking in a somewhat happy manner.

The warm feeling in your gut lulls you into a better sleep, letting you rest. Instead of sleeping with a stinging feeling in your eyes and nose, it all seems suppressed.

“I told you it would make you feel better. Y/N.” Faust says quietly, resting a hand on your shoulder as you sleep. Now that you're sleeping more peacefully, Faust can rest himself.

No, it doesn't matter that it's 2 am!

Soon enough, you get better, and you decide that you should let Faust do his magic when he knows you're sick.

Yeah, that's for the best.

New chapter! Sick!Reader this time.

People first playing slayer in strive: "ohhh no, the move that does 10 quadrillion damage (last resort) has such a HARD imput! It's IMPOSSIBLE!!!"

Oh my God, do you even KNOW about dragon instal 2nd in xx. BRO, THAT SHIT IS SO IMPOSSIBLE. listen to this bullshit...

3 QUARTER CIRCLES!!!

3 OF THEM!!! AND A HEAVY PUNCH!!!

Last resort PALES in comparison to the input for dragon install 2nd.

Watch this video and you'll understand -

Made a short angst story about Aba and Paracelcus, hope you guys like it!

Just letting yall know the next fanfic I write will probably be some zeroceptionist or something

ALRIGHT AO3BROS ITS ON AO3 NOW YIPPEEE!!

Funny Ameripan scenario

Japan always seems so uninterested when visiting America in their home country. They always seem so neutral about everything, even the cool monuments. But, the MOMENT America goes to Japan in their home country America finds a room FILLED with American stuff. This is how America finds out that Japan is a complete westaboo and secretly buys assortments of American stuff.

Thank you for writing that short Faust x female reader fic. I’ve been experiencing some major health problems as of late, and I’ve been feeling incredibly depressed. I don’t know what kind of future I’ll have because of these health issues. Your story put a smile on my face when I needed it. Hope you have a good day.

Oh wow, I'm glad I could put a smile on your face! I'll be writing more later, but stay safe and don't push yourself too much.

Doctors orders

Faust/Dr.Baldhead x Fem!Reader

Faust gets comfy with you.

(This is Xrd Faust Btw.)

Movie night is going well for you and Faust, talking and relaxing with one another. Even when in a calm and relaxing environment, something seems a little off with the tall Doctor. You look up at him, noticing how he hasn't really been watching the movie, but you instead. “Is something wrong?” You ask, seeing Faust look away with something akin to nervousness in his eyes.

“No, not at all! What makes you think that?” Faust responds, nervousness hidden in the corners of his voice. You chuckle softly, resting the back of your head on his chest while you look up at him.

“You seem a little nervous so I thought I might ask.” You respond, seeing a little blush on Faust's cheeks(?) You can't really tell. “Oh no no no! I'm not nervous at all, it's just… just a little hot in here!” Faust says with more nervousness and fluster in his voice, tipping off the fact that he doesn't want to screw up this (technically) date with you.

You smile, looking down at his hands, noticing his twiddling thumbs. You take his hands in yours, giggling once you notice how big his hands are compared to yours. Faust is clearly taken off guard by this gesture, his eyes trying to look anywhere but where you are in his lap.

You look up at him, seeing his clear nervousness. you shift your body, trying to make it more comfortable for Faust. “If you need a moment, I can get up.” You say softly, making Faust internally panic. Even though it's tough getting out emotions, he knows that something about you can't be ignored.

“I'd rather you stay here.” Faust replies, wrapping his arms around your waist. He creates a rope around you with his long arms, ensuring that you can't leave. After watching the movie for a while you can't deny the lull of sleep that compels you. You end up dozing off in Faust's arms, going slightly limp.

“Oh? It seems she's fallen asleep.” Faust says softly, tilting your head up to get a better look at your sleeping face. He smiles under the bag, picking you up in his arms. Your weight is almost feather light to Faust, who happily takes you to a room for you to sleep in.

Faust sets you into a soft bed, making sure that you are completely comfortable. He towers over you, his eyes studying how you sleep for a few minutes. “Sleep well, Y/N.” Faust says quietly, leaving you to sleep.

Hmm?

A few hours into your nap, Mini-Faust waddles onto the bed. It looks at you, turning its head curiously. It squeaks with intrigue, one of its hands lightly touching your face. It sits in front of you, still touching your face. It continues to look up at you, studying you. Faust decides to check up on you, surprised to see a Mini-Faust with you.

“You shouldn't be in here, little one. You should let her sleep.” Faust says quietly as he scoops up the Mini-Faust in his hands and puts it in his pockets. He looks down at you, happy to see you content and relaxing. Faust gulps nervously, deciding to do something drastic. He pushes the paper bag up, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you, Y/N.” Faust admits quietly, leaving to not disturb you further. The next day, you couldn't help but wake up feeling more refreshed and awake than ever.

Sorry a03bros a03 is being weird atm so it'll probably be a text-post here.

Working on feeding yall rn (making a faust x reader fanfic) that should be done in a few days hopefully.

Working on feeding yall rn (making a faust x reader fanfic) that should be done in a few days hopefully.

Ameripan is so interesting because I feel like Alfred/Amelia would tiptoe around being fully romanticly open while Kiku/Sakura would be so blatant about it. Like Alfred/Amelia would bring Kiku/Sakura chocolates and be like "Hey, if you ever wanna hang out, I'm free for the next 3 days!" And Kiku/Sakura would be like "Ah, I see. Our date will be tomorrow at 8am. Do not be late, America." And It would catch Alfred/Amelia off guard so badly because they aren't used to being so forward all the time.

I bring you an idea I had sturring up for human Paracelsus/normal Paracelsus. As apart of the oath to stop feeding off of blood, aba tries to find a food Para would like. They go through typical foods (Hotdogs, fries, pizza) until they land on his favourite, jelly donuts. Even though I don't see Para liking sweets in favour of both of them being healthy, he can't help but treat himself to a jelly donut every once and a while. (Btw his favourite flavor of jam is cherry!)

By the way, I headcanon rusame as a exes, who are still attracted to each other. And it kills them both. In my head, from Alfred's side it's more like "Please fuck off, it's already hard for me". From Ivan's side it's "Either you come back to me, or I press the red button."

Fun Hetalia Headcannon

Alfred is way more northeast than Amelia. He totally hangs out in the woods and bird watches. He would totally have a small cottage on a lakeside in north Dakota that he goes to whenever he's feeling stressed about stuff. Alfred would totally have the random ass ability to catch salmon with his bare hands or carve knifes out of wood. Amelia on the other hand, is like the stereotypical Texas/Florida girl. Every other day when she's not ruining Arthur or Matthew's day she's out in Texas or Arizona admiring the desert atmosphere. She would totally be infatuated with the numerous ghost towns sprinkled around New Mexico and Arizona. On that same note, Amelia goes feral for western wildlife, wanting to own as many gila monsters as she could (But she wouldn't though because Arthur would flip his shit if he found out she got one.) She would be an expert on how to get water out of cacti or how to spot out venomous desert lizards/snakes.

It was an A&W spy, don't trust it my guy.

Im so fucking pissed right now a kid came up to me and straight SMACKED the Mug Root Beer out of my hand. Like what the fuck kid?

This is definitely Alfred's work desktop IM NOT JOKING I SWEAR THIS IS MY HEADCANNON-