Secretary Darling has that unemployed friend energy because nobody ever sees him going to work, and it's not like he can tell mortal friends he employed at a glorified office building for demons- Everyone just assumes he's couch surfing or lives with their parents - until he whips out his wallet stacked with bills or shows up to one of their gatherings wearing lavish jewelry because their coworkers hold petty competitions to see who can spoil their favorite human the most-
They ain't beating the sugar baby accusations anytime soon-
"This place has the best donuts! Y/n brought me here a while back- Hey, if you want anything, I'll pay for you and you can pay me back when-"
"Hi- Can I get a dozen of each of the donuts you have available? And a black coffee- I'll cover whatever everyone else wants too."
....
"What? It's about time I got my coworkers addicted on something that's not me. My boss gets pretty grumpy without their coffee."
Does anyone have any awesome epic ocs they'd like me to draw for them or something......πππ can be from description too, Im ITCHING TO DRAW GRRRRHHHRR....π₯π₯π₯
On skibidi I will probably PROCRASTINATE on every piece but you can't blame a silly little fella like me for trying....(I'm just a little guy, no cap, on skibidi π₯Ίπ₯Ί)
ALSO WHO WANNA BE MOOTS WITH ME π£οΈπ£οΈπ£οΈπ₯π₯π₯π₯π―π―π―π― i wanna find...my people....πΌ
Does anyone have any awesome epic ocs they'd like me to draw for them or something......πππ can be from description too, Im ITCHING TO DRAW GRRRRHHHRR....π₯π₯π₯
On skibidi I will probably PROCRASTINATE on every piece but you can't blame a silly little fella like me for trying....(I'm just a little guy, no cap, on skibidi π₯Ίπ₯Ί)
ALSO WHO WANNA BE MOOTS WITH ME π£οΈπ£οΈπ£οΈπ₯π₯π₯π₯π―π―π―π― i wanna find...my people....πΌ
CAN WE GET SOME GIGI FEMBOY SLIME ENJOYERS IN CHAT?!!?! TYPE W RIZZ TO CONFIRM!!! π£οΈπ£οΈπ₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π£οΈπ£οΈπ«ππππ
I love falling off the face of the earth, it helps me craft occasional bangers
Character belongs to our very beloved @heartfullofleeches !!!!
I love femboys, hashtag GET IN THE MAID DRESS π«π£οΈπ£οΈπ£οΈπ₯π₯ππΌπΌπ π π
SIDENOTE I HATE RENDERING SLIME WHAT THE FREEAAAKKK!!! WHY SO GOOPY AND TRANSPARENT AND MOIST!!! GET OUTTA HERE-!!! This bitch took me 8 WHOLE HOURS!!! EXPLODES MYSELF
GIGI IN 2025?! I know he's still technically one of my newer guys but I haven't talked about this freak in weeks- Really digging how you textured his skin, not a fan of jello myself but Gi might convince he otherwise. Awesome work as always, chief- Thank you kindly π β€οΈ
Bait/Leech Darling fic on the backburner momentarily, but for good reason. I love this man and you won't get me to shut up about him for a minute, but-
I finally received the materials i needed for fast Food Reader plushie!
Onto the person of this post, i have three designs in mind for their hair/face. Hair over eyes, no hair, and bangs. I'm indecisive as always so I'll let yall decide
Obviously just a quick mockup since I traced over the pattern I'm using, but yeah. This is the "hair" I'd use for them. It's so soft
Theres also a slight alt where they're smiling
Which?
Over Eyes, Frown
Over Eyes, Smile
Bangs, Frown
Bangs, Smile
Bald, Frown
Bald, Smile
Voting ended onFeb 28, 2025
I'll likely audition/give them away in a giveaway when I finish them completely so stay tuned
Priest Reader: Yes- My answer will remain the same no matter how many times you ask. My love for you is boundless, but I must remind you once again that I am not your God.
Yan Demon: Do you love me, Lord?
Priest Reader: Yes. Even as you are now, you are still a child of our creator, and I love you the same - but I am not your Lord.
Yan Ghost: So cold... And yet... God? Is that you? So bright, so warm- Embrace me, love me....
Priest Reader: Hmm. This is quite troubling. Is there anyone else here who sees me as their God?
[An angel standing behind the priest attempts to shuffle away without being spotted]
CAN WE GET SOME GIGI FEMBOY SLIME ENJOYERS IN CHAT?!!?! TYPE W RIZZ TO CONFIRM!!! π£οΈπ£οΈπ₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π£οΈπ£οΈπ«ππππ
I love falling off the face of the earth, it helps me craft occasional bangers
Character belongs to our very beloved @heartfullofleeches !!!!
I love femboys, hashtag GET IN THE MAID DRESS π«π£οΈπ£οΈπ£οΈπ₯π₯ππΌπΌπ π π
SIDENOTE I HATE RENDERING SLIME WHAT THE FREEAAAKKK!!! WHY SO GOOPY AND TRANSPARENT AND MOIST!!! GET OUTTA HERE-!!! This bitch took me 8 WHOLE HOURS!!! EXPLODES MYSELF
Could you maybe write a platonic Damian x sibling reader (younger but not hy like a lot). And they had a nightmare and go to Damian in the middle of the night. And they're scared that he's gonna get mad that they woke him up, but they didn't know who else to go to
No pressure, of course!! I hope you have a wonderful day/night/afternoon or whatev!!! π«Άπ«Άπ«Ά
Hold Me Like A Grudge
Summary: Ever since you joined your father at his home, Damian Wayne had despised you. He tries to spend his time as far away from you as possible, until one night you seek comfort in him after a nightmare and everything changes. (gn reader :))
Note: Thanks for requesting lovely! this was so cute to write and a much needed break from the angst for you all (kinda...)
Warnings: Being ignored by Dami, nightmares, none really it's a fluffy fic!
Word count: 1.4k
β€ BATFAM MASTERLIST β€
Damian had never been one for comforting tendencies. He often chose to seclude himself away in a corner, brooding in his own self pity or grumbling about his early-teenage misery. Apparently it had gotten worse since you arrived; having another sibling to pester him didnβt sit well on his behalf, so each time the sound of your small feet pattered into the room, he would turn his gaze away or collect his belongings that he had strewn across the room and left. You werenβt entirely sure what you had done to receive the silent treatment from Damian. Dick, the eldest of the bunch, had tried to reassure you that it was nothing personal. That he had acted that way towards him when he first arrived sending his cold glares from across the room or barging past him in the hallways, but something about the way his face contorted and his lip twitched revealed something else.Β
Damian Wayne was jealous. Despite the fact he would rather die than admit it, he couldnβt stand having someone else in his way. You were his biological half sister. The only other person related to the one and only Bruce Wayne. And he hated you for it. He hated Bruce for it. He hated himself for hating it, but that didnβt stop his grudge from lingering. It didnβt help that your charm meant you got along with the rest of the boys better than he did; you had shown them kindness where he had shown them coldness.Β
When Bruce told him that he was responsible for you whilst the others were out on patrol he did very little to hide his disdain; rolling his eyes and stomping off to his room but not before snarling at you as he pushed past.Β
The manor was eerily quiet that night. It was dark and without the obnoxiously loud antics of your older brothers the place felt empty. Damian was off sulking somewhere and Alfred was monitoring the computers so you were left alone to navigate the endless rooms and high ceilings. You hadnβt been at the manor long so you were still a bit unsteady when it came to navigating the maze of walls but without anyone to help you when you turned a wrong corner, it took you much longer than it should have to find your room. There were a few lights on in the halls, but all of the rooms were dark and vast and the condensation building up on the cold glass didnβt help your feeling of unease. A shiver crawled down your back and you tugged the hem of your hoodie over your hands. You breathed a heavy sigh of relief when you pushed open the door and collapsed onto your bed, burying yourself under the sheets and squeezing your eyes tightly.
Sleep didnβt come easy, much to your dismay. There were too many odd sounds drifting through the house; something clicking, the wind whipping around outside, tree branches tapping on the glass, a dripping tap in your bathroom that stopped for a few blissful minutes before starting up again with a monotonous tempo. Tucking your knees and head to your chest you tried to bury yourself deeper into the bed and drown out the sounds that to someone who had lived there a while wouldnβt even bat an eye at.Β
When your tired body finally dragged sleep into itβs clutches it was restless. You tossed and turned with a furrowed brow. The images were dark and disturbing; twisted figures of your new family being captured, of strange figure looming over you in the dark reaching out a cold, bony hand that could have easily been mistaken for a claw until it was only inches away from, reaching and reaching until the icy digits brushed the surface of your skin.
You shot up, kicking off the sheets and clutching your skin where the hand had touched you; you could have sworn you could still feel it there so cold that it felt as though it were going to burn a hole into your delicate skin. Tears rolled fat and ugly down your cheek and your forced yourself out of bed with trembling legs. Your feet carried you down the hall and before you knew it had planted you outside of Damianβs room. Like the others it was dark and silent, but you knew it was his. You had walked past it too many times, itching to just catch a chance of talking to him. Despite your state, your hand hovered above the frame unable to bring yourself to knock. What if he yelled at you or turned you away like he usually does? You supposed you could go and find Alfred instead- no. He was busy. The idea was gone from your head almost as soon as it had appeared and with a shaky sob you rapped your knuckles against his door.Β
βWhat do you want-β
He opened the door much quicker than you thought he would. His jostled hair and cantankerous stare loomed over you, but he changed very unexpectedly when he noticed your sobbing and dewy eyes. Without thinking twice you wrapped your arms around him bawling into his chest. His body relaxed slightly as he frowned sympathetically, wrapping an arm around you and bringing you closer to him. It was odd even to him that there was something special about the moment. Damian wrapped you and led you over to his messy bed, settling you on the edge. The dampness that has seeped into the middle of his shirt didnβt bother him as he crouched down on his toes in front of you.Β
βWhatβs wrong?β He asked, uncharacteristically tenderly.Β
βIβ¦i-β You stuttered trying to force the story out but only failing which just ended up causing a fresh bout of tears to fall.Β
The boy cupped your hands in his, getting your attention. Tilting your head up, you saw his softened gaze.Β
βCalm down, kiddo. Youβre okay.β He gave you a gentle nod of reassurance.Β
It took a few moments but soon your blubbering slowed into something of a calm, only interrupted by the occasional hiccup that pushed it way past your lips.Β
βThatβs it kid.β He rubbed your back βYouβre okay.β
βIβm so-rry.β You hiccupped. βPlease donβt be mad at me.β
This made Damian pause as a feeling of being humbled washed over him.Β
βTt. Why would I be mad?β
βBecause I woke you up.β You pushed yourself up to stand, wiping away tears and making your way to the door. βIβm sorry. Iβm being stupid.β
βOh..y/nβ¦β
Everything seemed to hit Damian all at once. He had been so caught up in his own jealousy that he had completely refused to think about how you felt and it occurred to him that you had so much more in common. You were a scared kid who had just been thrown amongst the most complicated family in Gotham. You were in need of love and guidance and he had failed to do that. The dark haired boy began to feel very guilty. It was his responsibility as your older brother to show you the ropes and he had point blank refused.Β
He pushed himself up and settled down on the bed gesturing for you to follow. For a moment he thought that he had completely ruined everything; that you were going to leave and just suffer in silence albeit you walked over to the bed and perched on the end enjoying the way that the memory foam sank down slowly around you.
βIβm so sorry that I havenβt been there for you. It was selfish of me, I understand now that-β
βItβs okay.β You cut him off with a smile.
He nodded contently and pulled you into a hug.Β
After a while you meekly broke the silence. βDami?β
βMmh?β
βCan I stay here tonight? Please?β
Damian grinned down as his little sibling proudly for the first time since you had arrived. He then shuffled across the bed and opened up the duvet for you to clamber in next to him. He slung an arm over you protectively.Β
βYou can stay whenever you need, Little Bat.βΒ
Doll Reader arriving at Remmy's [Dollmaker Yan] doorstep to ask for his hand in marriage - Doll Remmy that is. Remmy has a social media page where he roleplays as his doll from time to time for fun. Remmy meets Doll Reader online and believes they're just another doll lover like him. Their relationship develops further to the point Remmy feels safe enough to give Reader his address when they ask. The two are indeed in love, but alas - Remmy played into the bit just a tad too well for Doll Reader to realize the truth.
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Doll Reader: Good Morning, Friend. You must be the owner of this lovely home and the maker of my dear. You both have the same handsome eyes. The same curly hair as well. Is he here with you now? There is something I would like to ask him.
Remmy: I-is who here?
Doll Reader: Ah! There he is!
[Doll Reader politely brushes past Remmy, briskly walking over to the couch where his doll sits - producing a ring from their pocket]
Doll Reader: You are as gorgeous as your pictures make you out to be. Our conversations together have been the highlight of my life. If it pleases you - would you take me as your spouse?
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Remmy sobbing in the shower because not only is his Internet crush a real doll like he always dreamed, they're in love with him but not him at the same time
SORRY IM DEAD I WAS BUSY PACKING COZ IM MOVIN HOUSES ππππππ₯π₯π₯π₯β€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈπππ AND ALSO PREPARING FOR ART FIGHT
@heartfullofleeches {I love the devil's character designs SOOOO much ππβ€οΈβ€οΈπ₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯β€οΈππππ€π€π€€
Chat take a gander, it's the last morsel of the century....unless.... someone gives me their ocs to draw.....?ποΈποΈ
(chat i need more juice....give me your characters for me to juice...plz.....)
The claws- The way you drew the poofy sleeves. Just β₯οΈβ₯οΈβ₯οΈ. It may not March anymore - which I drew Bunny Mr.Devil for, but can I use this as a pfp plz. Credit to you will be added of course.
You needn't ask it's art of your character Mr.Devil after all, and I'd be honoured every time π£οΈπ£οΈβοΈβοΈβοΈπ₯π₯β€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈ (also i was supposed to finish it for march but uhhhh whoopsie)
SORRY IM DEAD I WAS BUSY PACKING COZ IM MOVIN HOUSES ππππππ₯π₯π₯π₯β€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈπππ AND ALSO PREPARING FOR ART FIGHT
@heartfullofleeches {I love the devil's character designs SOOOO much ππβ€οΈβ€οΈπ₯π₯π₯π₯π₯π₯β€οΈππππ€π€π€€
Chat take a gander, it's the last morsel of the century....unless.... someone gives me their ocs to draw.....?ποΈποΈ
(chat i need more juice....give me your characters for me to juice...plz.....)
Consider, male secretary darling, summoned by accident to work in an office of demons βοΈπ€
Male secretary darling who starts off his new career as a jobless nobody down on his luck searching for whatever opportunity is handed to him. The ad that popped up in his email said it was a janitorial position. Pay was pretty decent too- Not much information beyond that and a phone number, but he's sure the finer details will be laid out once he makes the call.
"Jan-it-or? Ohhhh, yea we just put whatever on those ads so people will answer. You'd be surprised by how quickly your kind try to quit. What you'll be doing is far easier than whatever that is!"
"What is the job then?"
"Well, you already seem good at talking over the phone. Do you think you can manage a coffee machine?"
"I guess."
"And do you think you would good in a skirt?"
"....I guess?"
"Perfect! Then your employment begins....immediately. Happy to have you apart of the team!"
That was weird- Darling goes to hang up his phone only to find the four corners of his bedroom morphed into the walls of an office lobby. Fright and panic ensues, intensified by the unholy beasts sitting on either side of him. What appears to be a woman missing the top part of her head applies another coat of lipstick to her plump lips on his right- a lanky figure wrapped in medical bandages rehearsing its resume to a decapitated head in its many hands on his left-
This is all a dream?
" 'fraid not, fresh meat. You are one of few mortals to have the privilege to work here at our lucrative place of business. Us demons need some way to manage all the work we do up top with your kind. Our glorious boss came up with the idea for our company eons ago- Modern times call for modern changes and all that."
"Can. Can you explain the reason by the skirt thing you asked me about?"
"Company policy. Best to leave it at that."
The higher ups take an immediate liking to their new toy. For one thing, the fear wears off after his second day on the job. He really needs the money after and they can't be that much worse than his old colleagues. An additional bonus is how well he wears that skirt of his. The way it clings to his figure, how it rides up his thigh when he picks up something a coworker "accidentally" dropped on the floor. A soul with a body that appetizing was ripe for the picking-unfortunately company policy forbid them from striking a deal with their favorite mortal. Hardly any of them want to get rid of Darling with how willing to please he is- doing everything he can to fulfill their needs in a professional sense. If only that meant joining them or a date or allowing those with tails to sneak the appendage beneath his skirt during office hours.
Even the big boss himself has a soft spot for the new secretary- Dialing back his authoritive demeanor in favor of greeting the human with the gentleness he deserves.
"A kiss from master? Promise not to bite- Unless that's what master likes~"
Lynas, They/It Pronouns.
Witch Reader's cat familiar Yan from these posts X X
A mischievous creature who's reign of chaos can only be stopped by one voice- Doesn't stop them from leaving little "gifts" on Reader's bed no matter how much they complain about how hard it is to get blood out of their sheets.
Mute when their zipper is lower- technically can speak, but their voice is extremely muffled. Drew this at 2am, but they're meant to have another zipper running down their torso where they store items for their master...and hide other things from them.
It is advised to avoid unzipping their right eye as those who stare into it are met with a glimpse of the gruesome demise they face after peering into it. None of their victims have survived past a week.
(Rough sketch of my baby. Took some inspo from Neko Zombie from Gregory Horror Show since I've been playing the game recently. It was meant to be more scrawny, but my sleep deprived brain added a bit more mass than they're intended to have. Will be drawing them more later today)
Rip Titus' Darling's eyeballs cause how does anyone stand next to this celestial tyrant without going blind when he looks like that- and I'm not just talking about the radiance of his skin/hair. Gorgeous stuff, chief. My hand hurts just looking at it. The level of detail is out of this world. Just like a certain space emperor I know
Mind if I use this as my phone wallpaper I just really love this and I want an excuse to look at it more without opening Tumblr every five seconds. Regardless, thanks for sharing! β€οΈππ
Damn- Now that's a tough question. I'm gonna go with Pomegranate because if Titus is gonna lose to anyone why not make it the guy who's nicer, has bigger tits, and lactates. Titus sits on his throat seething while demanding the praise from any poor servant unlucky enough to cross him the day he learns of Pomegranate's existence.
Titus: You there! Do you love and worship your emperor?
Servant: With my heart and soul, your highness-
Titus, trying not to cry: And do you still love me knowing I am barren where it matters most?
Servant: I....beg your pardon?
Titus: My creators have blessed me with this heavenly vessels - yet I am cursed with the inability to give those dearest to me what they desire most-
Servant: That being?
Titus: I can't produce milk from my chest.
Servant: O-oh... I was afraid it was something serious.
Titus: Do you take my punishment as soon cruel joke? You dare tell me this isn't a serious matter? Guards! Get this creature out of my sight so I make wallow in my grief in the presence of those who actually give a damn about their Emperor!
