#squirreltastic

[pep-rambles]

The tiny murder machine is a black footed cat

If not for pets why pet sized ?

Agreed! Too many animals fit that question!

[squilbyb]

Fred in his true squirrel (pomeranian) form!!!!

like this post for fred x kevin ship art

[ribbonpinky-art]

drawrings for my lovely friend @squirreltastic of her hazbin sona, Scurri, and her QPR *drum roll* Alastor les goooooooo

gift for her bday, and an art trade (where she drew me and my clown gf Sabrina ♡)

[bitegore]

Gemstone things are so fuckin cool you know what I love

fuckimg gemstone quilts

i can feel the carpal tunnel just by looking at this. my god. that is so INTRICATE i would actually drop dead. the heart. the octagonal one. god ow that must've been such a NIGHTMARE to cut and stitch

gorgeous as HELL but i do just enough fabric crafts to want to SOB looking at this

[grelleswife]

I just woke up and came up with a Hannah x fem reader one shot. Like inspired by my dream. 

Cw death 

This is the first draft btw so while I did do some editing the spelling may be wonky because type too fast disease. The passing of time is supposed to feel floaty because when I wake up my brain thinks in flashes of memory and feeling rather than linear tangible description. 

......... Hannah had found that since Luka, dear sweet Luka, she had no taste for bitter souls. Like a human child she gravitated towards the soft sweetness. While she wouldn't forget her search for the brother of her Luka she hungered still. So when you found her and she saw your tired kind eyes, and tasted the energy of your soul, the aura of it in the air, she accepted.

You were alone in life and though she played maid, cook, cleaner and anything else you needed it was obvious that what she was needed most as, was a companion.

Your home was a dark one bedroom, in a polluted dingy place, and you had dreams of something better. In the rumblings of thunder you would shyly ask to be held. And in her arms you would fit. Adult but scared. Life was frightful, this place crushing. The irony was thick, that you would run to a demon for comfort.

Then it was, you shared your idea. Maybe a year into the contract. Immigration. You had scrimpt and saved and had been planning this for far longer than Hannah had ever known.

"You'll be able to come right?"

"Of course dear" she kissed the top of your head tenderly. It would in realty take more than an ocean to break a demon contract. It was, however, in your nature to ask.

"The way I figure it is I can get two low class for the price of a middle class." You had the money on the table and a pamphlet in hand.

"I can just hide-"

"No! There's no reason you should hide, like luggage or vermin! I want you with me!" You stood up frantic.

She would sigh and agree. Calming you. Holding a hand.

For her the luxury of a ship made no difference but if you wanted her aboard fair and square so be it.

The day the great ship was to leave you walked boldly with your arm intwined with hers. You must have felt safe. If shy. You hadn't traveled much before. And yet here you were, documents and what few worldly possessions you had in hand.

The room slept four and she knew if needed she would slip into bed with you. If a human dared say something she would rip their throats out and toss them over. She was there to comfort you after all.

The trip, she remembers, was wonderful. For as short as it was. You would brush her hair and put it back into a braided bun, and she would do the same for you. The other two in the cabin, it turned out were sisters, to meet their uncle in the new world.

"He sent for us!"

"Like a father he's been!"

The late night chats. They had a brother in another cabin to walk them around but the late night chats were fun for you.

Hannah found herself constantly stuck between boredom and thrill. She was jaded but surprisingly since Luka, not as much as she thought.

The halls were full of laughter and despite the poverty and class system holding people down she hadn't seen humans so alive.

Thats when she finally spotted the reaper. It wasn't that unusual for humans to die on voyages. She glared at the reaper and the two locked eyes. Though given that you were leaning your head against her shoulder at the time she doubted it was that threatening.

The crisply suited man then spoke, she was too far away to make it out and a woman turned. Another reaper. The woman was holding some books and the two started talking quickly. Flourescent green eyes darting back and forth between each other and her.

"Let's go dear, I don't want you to catch a cold."

You smile at her and the two of you make for anywhere but there.

When the ship hit the iceberg it rumbled like thunder, waking you instantly.

Gasps from the cabin companions and you all shifted whispering.

What followed was cruel. The exact second by second events offer no more clarity than skipping to the end. One shouldn't linger on such horrid things.

Because in the end she was standing in the cabin with you, fussing over the head wound. Debris had hit you in the head. The two of you had been separated briefly and that's all it took. She had rushed you back to the room thinking the relative calm would help.

She recalls how your blood was staining the cream blouse you had on. Demons didn't tend to know medical things or healing magics. A dead human was a human ripe for consumption.

She could taste the fear and confusion from you, your soul specifically. She debated her options.

The transportation spells would kill you, she could brute force you both through the locked cages but your wound was...

Same if she simply broke a door off and got you both onto it. Then in both cases the cold...

"No no stay awake!"

You swayed. She held you in a hug, like she had many times before. You muttered about being sleepy. She whispered back encouragement.

You layed your head down on her shoulder.

"Are we dancing Hannah?"

"Yes..." she hummed and you both slowly rocked in a mimic of the dancing you've done before. She felt you smile.

Massive groans could be heard. The ship shuddered.

Distantly she heard screaming and then the cold touch of water on her boots.

When your grip relaxed she set you down on the bottom bed. She felt you nestle into her essence. Like Luka before you, kind and thankful. A honest sweet soul. Hers now.

Her servants met her on shore. Knowing which direction she would swim. The cold hadn't bothered her.

She knows they had missed her. She gently patted each one on the head and if knowing her honest truth they held her in comfort. Caring not for the cold or wet.

....

 Titanic is long enough ago we can write fandom stuff for it? Maybe? This is Kuro after all. But dubious is dubious. 

Also! I know there's the whole fake titanic that sebs and all were on but I couldn't place it on there. And the grim reapers aren't supposed to be anyone we know. In the dream the man was a short king and the woman was a large queen. 

I was typing this out and was tangently reminded of every anime where a average dude gets a magical gf. Because there's always a loop hole on how this broke guy can get away with not buying the gf clothes. Sometimes magic, donations from others. Hannah can, like sebastian, shape shift her appearance so she's magic gf that comes with a endless cute wardrobe so the poor reader doesnt have to buy her clothes. 

Thank you for sharing this poignant oneshot, @squirreltastic ! Our demon girlfriend held us in her loving arms to the bitter(sweet) end. 🥹💜

[posi-pan]

Yeeehaw we got another one boys

anonymous: I have a character you can possibly add to pan rep carrd? His name is Corinthian. He's from The Sandman series. He's gay in the comics, but Neil Gaiman, his writer, confirmed he's pan in the tv series.

thanks for letting me know!! 🎉

[starscream7799]

Has anyone drawn starscream x skyfire as this:

Because big shuttle

I have a crap memory, so Idk BUT I think it should be drawn anyway The height difference is so funny sjdfghsdj

[millenniummmbop]

Im rummaging through your blog and you have a nostalgic taste in music, well I like genre switches with songs and maybe you do too? So here's down with the sickness in 20 styles https://youtu.be/vZ7KDe5VO-E

Thank u for reminding me this song is

🌟22 YEARS OLD🌟