Petals

Ooo okayaya!

Ik we just met but would you wanna be friends?

Not forcing if you don’t wanna!!

EEEE I LIKE MAKING NEW FRIENDDDSSS:D

Ye! Yeyeye! Sures!!

Guys... check this out:3

I'm working on Brightney rn

Ahhh squeal

I love this sm, I'm so proud of it^^

Imma post more of these trusty

Yk what y'all?

FUCK RELATIONSHIPS‼️‼️

Literally, every single one I had just left me absolutely shredded

But now that I'm single and lost contact with em I've never fucking felt happier!!!

My motivation is BACK! HAHA!

I'm gonna stay single for as long as I DAMN CAN!!!><

I like calling @ali-the-weirdo nicknames

She's my special girlllll hehe💕/platonic

ST. Patrick's Day Special!

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--Nobodies wearing green!!--

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|Lee - Triangle Guard - Lers - Square & Circle Guard|

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FT - Front Man, Waiter

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FTing Lers/Lees - Frontman (Ler) Waiter (Lee)

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Triangle, Square, and Circle were all friends. Triangle and Square did get promoted-- but it didn't matter! They were friends. Today, they were in Square's little room, which had a calender.

"Dude, boss gave you a calendar?" Tringle asked, his mask still on

"Oooh, sick!! What day is it today?" Circle giggled like a kid, swaying his legs behind him

"I'm just special..." Square chuckled, sitting up on his bed, Triangle in the middle between him and Circle. "Anddd... March 17th."

"Oh! St. Patrick's Day?" Triangle asked, lying down and resting his head on Square's lap.

☆(FYI, they all have their masks on)☆

"Yeah... aren't you supposed to like... wear green?" Circle turned his head to his friends

"I... think so?" Tringle shrugged

Square looked at Circle, who looked at him. Square tilted his head as Circle nodded

"...The fuck are you two plotting against me?" Triangle asked suddenly, making Cricle burst out giggling

"Aha! Nohothing! Nothing!" He waved his hands in front of his chest

"Say... you ain't wearing any green, huh?" Square chuckled

"...Neither are-- AH!-" He felt his hands being pulled above his head, Circle sitting in between his legs. Uh oh.

"G-Guys!.. Guys, c'mon!.. We... we can talk about this!!" He laughed nervously, squirming a bit

"Y'know what they say! Whoever doesn't wear green geeeeettttssss pinched!!" And then Circle dug his fingers into Triangle's sides

"NAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHO!! NOHOHO-- CUHUHUHUHUT IT-- EHEHEHEHEHE!!" Triangle's legs kicked, his head shaking from side to side

"Jesus, dude! You're more ticklish than I remember!!" Square laughed, watching his best friend squirm and cackle

"STAHAHAHAHAP!- I'M TOO OHOHOHOHOLD FOR THIS SHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT!!" Triangle squealed, his laughter filling up the room

Circle snickered "You're just too ticklish!!" He squeezed and (lightly) pinched his stomach

"EHEHEHEHE-! NOHOHOHOT-- NOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!! *hic*"

"No... way... you hiccup?! That's so cute, awww!!" Circle cooed. You could practically hear the genuine smile on his face

"SHUHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUHUP!!!" Triangle was so happy they couldn't see his flustered face.

"Oh... Circle, re-jog my memory, won't ya?"

"Hm? Sure! What's up?" Cirlce looked up, still mercilessly tickling the poor guys belly

"Guards lower than Square's can't speak without permission... can't they?" You could hear the grin in his tone

Circle laughed evily "Oooh, yeah!"

"THAHAHATS-- *hic* THATS NOT FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAIR!!!"

"Awww... it's not fair?~ Oh, you poor thing~" Square teased in a fake sympathetic tone, knowing that's what got to Triangle most

"*hic* NOHOHOHOHO-- PLE-- AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" He shook his head frantically

"Come on!~ You can do it!~" Circle teased with a giggle

Triangle hiccuped, but bit his lip, curling up his legs, trying so hard to NOT laugh

"Holding out strong... waist?"

Circle traced and scratched gently at his waist with a chuckle "Awww... I like doing this!!"

"Mmmmhmhmhmhm-- g-guhuys!--" He ler out some giggles

"Ah, ah!~ No giggles~" Square teased

Triangle let out small giggles, only being able to hold back so much

"Hmmm... alright... how can you take... FOUR HANDS?" Squares hands darted down to Triangles underarms

"AAAAHAHAHAAHA!! *hic* NO-- NOHOHOHOHO!!! *hic* CHEATER-- CHEHEHEHEHEHEHEATEHEHEHEHEHEHER!!! *hic*" He cackled, his arms slamming down to his sides, kicking his legs, trying his best to not hit Circle

"Hah! Oh, tickle tickle tickle!!" Circle teased, poking at his ribs now

"PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! NAHAHA!! *hic*" Triangle was frantic

"This is what you get for not wearing green!!" Circle and Square said at the same time, laughing along with Triangle

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The Frontman was watching from the cameras with a waiter next to him.

The waiter poured him a drink before placing the wine back on the table, standing up straight.

She jumped and let out a surprised giggle when she felt a squeeze at her side "EHEHEHEEK!- BOHOHOhohohohoss!!"

"What? You aren't wearing green." He smirked

❤️End🖤

What if I call u uh...

Mom slurper

I like calling @ali-the-weirdo nicknames

She's my special girlllll hehe💕/platonic

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AHH😭💞

The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known || Hazbin Tickle Fic ||

A/N: this entire fic was inspired by that one scene where Al threatens Husk in ep 5. it broke my heart to see him so utterly petrified so I wrote this as a hurt/comfort for myself

Warnings: mentions of Alastor's control over Husk, slight NSFW language but it's not actually sexual I just didn't have any synonyms for what I meant lol

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When you're an Overlord of Hell, you tend to get pretty comfortable with staying in control.

Because one wrong move can mean the end of the line.

Husk knew that better than most.

And even now, after all that power of his was lost, he still found himself more suited to calling the shots in whatever situation he found himself in. It was just easier that way. If he could remain on top of things, then nothing would go wrong. Mostly.

That feeling of security never lasted long, though, because sooner or later, he was reminded of the terrible choice he made long ago. That he gave away his autonomy to the most psychotic demon in hell.

The way he spoke to him. Like he was so small. And insignificant. Like he existed purely for the bastard's own amusement and nothing else. Any input given was condescended to, patronized, and dehumanized. It formed an ugly little pit in Husk's chest. How little control he had once Alastor stepped into the room. It scared him, in a way that so few things did.

At least he had someone else to talk to who knew how he felt.

Speaking of whom, Angel Dust strutted into the bedroom, sporting a fluffy silk robe.

"Hope I didn't make you wait too long~" he whined seductively.

"Not long at all," the other purred.

The two settled down together in bed, soaking in each other's embrace.

Tonight was all about them, huddled together in hell's moonlight.

Husk remained still as Angel shifted downward until his head fit under Husk's chin, knowing just where to go.

He loved to be pampered, that much was obvious.

It was peaceful for some time before Angel's eyes suddenly blinked open.

"Hey. How come you never want a turn at being the little spoon? I'm not unreasonable, I'm sure we could share," he said coyly.

Husk didn't quite know what to say to that. It wasn't something that needed to be spoken in words. Husk dominated, Angel submitted (in more ways than one). It seemed almost absurd to suggest that Husk would be the one being given affection.

"Nah, I'm good. You look pretty comfy down there, anyway."

Angel, however, wasn't satisfied with that answer. He pulled himself back to get a good look at the cat's face, cocking his own head curiously. Who wouldn't want to be on the receiving end? Even once? It couldn't be understated how warm and protected one could feel in the arms of another. And Husk didn't want that? Did he feel pressured to say that because he knew Angel liked to take that spot?

"Really? You THAT much of a top that you can't play second fiddle once?" said Angel.

"I'm just not a big... "softy-cuddles" kinda guy, as if you already couldn't tell," Husk admitted, gesturing to his overall gruff demeanor.

Angel studied his face.

"Not buying that for a second," he said, punctuating each word with a poke to the chest. "Come on, you're missing out!"

"That's sweet, babe, but I'm-"

"Just five minutes?" Angel pleaded, holding five fingers up in front of him, "Five minutes of me cuddling you for a change. If you decide you hate it, I won't bring it up again. I just... you're always taking care o' me. I want to give some of that back to you, ya'know? You deserve it."

Fuck.

How was he supposed to say no to those puppy eyes?

Besides, it couldn't hurt... right?

"Fine," Husk relented.

"Yay!" His boyfriend cheered.

They rearranged their positions; Husk now farther down the length of the bed and Angel wrapping all three pairs of arms around him like a furry burrito. His knees and head also tucked themselves inward to cradle the cat properly.

It still made Husk a little tense, letting someone handle him so willfully, but the touch was too nice to deny for very long. Thoughts of safety oozed into his brain as his body relaxed against the chest behind him.

"See? Now isn't this nice?" said Angel softly, barely above a whisper, "For a man who supposedly doesn't little-spoon, you've got the moves down pat."

"I'm not making any moves," Husk mumbled, smiling loudly in his voice.

"Well, you're relaxed, aren't ya?"

In a way.

Angel peered down at the bundle of fuzz, taking in how much shorter he was in comparison.

"Awww! I never noticed how cute you were from up here." His hand began petting the top of the kitty's head, smoothing down the hair.

And there was that feeling again. The one that couldn't let Husk enjoy a good thing while he had it. The fear of releasing control.

"I'm not a pet," he grumbled, having no control over the defensiveness in his voice.

Angel, ever oblivious, pressed on. "Oh, but you are to me~. My sweet little Husky~."

Finally, the camel's back broke under that straw.

"Just stop, okay?! I don't-" Husk took a much-needed breath, sitting up, "I know being treated like a toy is your thing, but it's not mine. I don't like being talked to like I'm a pet. Like all I am is your little dancing monkey." It dawned on him just how much of all that was directed at Alastor. The words sunk in like cement in a lake, and he turned his eyes away, unable to look at what he just ruined.

Angel blinked. All of sudden, the moment had soured, and he had no clue why. Was it something he said? Husk said he didn't want to be treated like a toy. Is that how he felt? Like he wasn't valued? That wasn't what he was trying to say at all! It was adoration! Not condescension.

"What...?" Angel breathed.

"Forget it. Just, I'm sorry-"

"No! No, don't apologize," Angel interrupted, choosing his next words carefully, "I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. It wasn't what I meant to say. I wasn't tryin' to say you were weak or small. I was... I was trying to tells you that I adore ya. You do so much for me and our friends. You look out for us, and protect us, and listen to our bullshit problems all the time.

"I think so highly of you, Husk. You don't take shit from no one, not even me. You're unafraid to speak your mind. You know how to keep your head when life gets messy. I got nothing but respect for you. That's why I wanted to do all this. That's why I want to pamper you with love and shit. Because you're always so strong, and I wanted to... I don't know... give you the space where you didn't have to be strong. Not with me."

A heavy silence fell over the room.

Husk couldn't find the words even if he tried. He had never heard such meaningful things spoken about him. Him, the grouchy barfly. How could he possibly come back from such a beautiful declaration? Especially now with how foolish he felt. It had never occurred to him that accepting affection was an act of good, and not an admission of weakness. That someone could be trusted to hold him in their hands and lift him up rather than drag him down.

Angel could never be Alastor. This was not a hostage situation.

This was a security.

One that he felt that he needed in this moment more than ever.

"Fuck... I'm sorry. I messed up everything and spoiled the mood. I'm still not very good at this whole intimacy stuff," Husk sighed.

"I know, and it's okay. I can teach you," Angel cupped his hand around Husk's cheek.

Husk leaned into the touch. "And uh... thanks. For what you said."

"I meant it."

What did Husk do on Earth to deserve such an Angel?

"Look, if uh. Ahem. If you still wanted to... to do what you were doing before... you know, I won't fight you," Husk stammered, falling quieter with each word.

If that's the only means of permission that Angel can get right now, then he'll take it. He gently eased Husk onto his back once more.

"Good. 'Cause I still have lots more love to give you, sweetcheeks." Angel's iconic smile returned.

Even though Husk basically just admitted he wanted Angel to keep going, his praises were beginning to fluster him. The corners of his lips started to rise, and the only defense he had against them was to turn his face away from the man in front of him.

"You like it when I talk to you like that, huh, baby? Do you hear in my voice how much I'm crazy about you? How I'd do anything for ya? Cause I would~. There's nothing that you don't deserve," Angel said, scratching oh so lightly beneath Husk's chin.

Husk squeezed his eyes shut as he surrendered to his smile and tried to crush Angel's hand with his neck.

"It's true~. Because you're just the cutest little thing alive! Er, unalive, so to speak," the spider said, feeling encouraged by this reaction, and bringing another hand to scritch in the middle of his side.

Before he could stop it, a giggle escaped from Husk's mouth. Mortified, he then clamped his jaw shut, holding any more upcoming laughs in.

"You don't have to pretend for me, baby. It's just us here," said Angel, now bringing all three sets of arms into the mix. One pair was tracing his sides, another scritching either sides of his neck, and the last drumming their fingers torturously over his belly.

The giggles rose back up again, and this time shutting his mouth wasn't keeping them at bay. If he weren't so stubborn, he might've given in by now. But it was just too embarrassing.

Husk clapped his paws over his mouth, and while it did (partially) succeed in quieting his laughter, it didn't do anything to remedy the tickly sensations now all over his torso. He twitched and quivered under the touch, but with Angel hovering over him, it didn't leave much room for reprieve.

"This looks like it really tickles. I'm sure you'd feel better if you let all those laugh out!" Angel encouraged, "Pleeeeeease? For me? For yourself?"

Still, he didn't budge.

"Okay. I didn't wanna have to do this, but you've left me with no otha' options." Angel took one hand that was scratching his chin and took both of Husk's paws in it, holding them above the cat's head.

The effect was gradual.

At first, you couldn't hear a peep. Then, over a matter of seconds, Husk's giggles began to bubble up once more, fighting their way to the surface, and tickling him from the inside out.

It was over. Before long, there was nothing between the loving attacker and the melodic sound he adored so much. It started out deeper and huskier, much like his normal speaking voice, but with each passing moment, it grew higher in pitch; the kind of laugh he reserved only for his softer moments with Angel.

The spider took this as a sign to continue and deepened the pressure of all of his appendages, digging into the jittery muscles.

Husk couldn't even recognize himself anymore. He sounded nothing like the bitter old drunk he normally was. In its place, was a goofy little lovesick fool who laughed like no one in the world could hear him. He guffawed and chortled and cackled with reckless abandon.

"There it itihis! There's that gorgeous laughter!" Said Angel. "For a moment there, I thought you was bout to explode!"

The compliment somehow made everything worse. The helplessness of the situation was still there, the feeling of being small, but it was... different. Like he was small enough to be held in someone's palm and protected from all harm. It felt safe.

Husk's cheeks began to burn red.

Hopefully, Angel would be too distracted to notice.

"Aw baaabe! Are you blushin'?!"

Fuck.

As if on cue, his cheeks burned brighter.

"Am I making you feel flustered~? Does it make it tickle more?"

"WOHOHOULD YOU SHUHUT UHUHUP?!"

"So it does. Hmm," Angel hummed as he started moving his hands faster and faster up and down his body. Up his sides, then down his sides, up his tummy, then down his tummy.

It was maddening.

It was tortuous.

It was wonderful.

If Heaven didn't feel like this, he didn't want it. If salvation didn't give him the same amount of relief and safety and joy that playing with his lover gave, then it wasn't worth it. He'd stay in this inferno of hell forever if it meant he could stay with Angel. Stay in this moment.

The demon in question kept on with his teases.

"Who's the cutest little thing~?" Angel cooed as he noticed Husk jump when he touched the lowest portion of his belly, "Ohoho, looks like someone's ticklish! Coochie coochie coooo~!"

Just when Husk thought he couldn't laugh any harder, he did.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA YOU FUHUHUCKING PRIHIHICK HAHAHA!" Husk snorted.

"Oho my gosh! You sound just like Fat Nuggets!" Angel chortled.

Husk's laughter was beginning to go silent, and started getting wheezier. This, Angel knew, meant it was time to stop.

"Alright, doll, I think you've had enough," Angel said as he released his prisoner.

As the spider removed his hands from his body, Husk started panting and giggling hysterically, still feeling the phantom sensations on his skin.

"Need some help there?" Angel offered, moving his hands back towards the other's belly.

Husk curled away from his hands, "Dohohon't!"

"I'm not gonna tickle ya, I swear! I'm just gonna get the leftover tickles to go away. Okay?"

Husk nodded hesitantly and revealed his stomach to him.

Angel's hands met his fur, and although it did jump at first, the firm pressure and massaging motions rubbed away the remaining tickles, just like he said it would.

"Dahamn. That really works." Husk breathed.

"Right? Now do you feel better?"

"Yeah," Husk sat up as Angel gave him room, "You know, for such a compliant gentleman, you sure do know how to take charge."

Angel swiveled to Husk with his mouth agape. "I can be a boss when I wanna be!"

"Heh. Sure, power bottom."

Angel reached for Husk's right foot (or paw) and skittered one set of fingers over it.

"NonononONONOHOHO! I'M SORRY, I TAKE IT BACK! I tahahake it bahahack! Hehehehe!"

"Uh huh. That's what I thought," Angel stopped and huffed with a wink, nothing but kind love behind his eyes, "So. You ready for bed?"

"After all that laughing? Hell yes I am. I might even sleep through tomorrow." Husk said tiredly.

Angel chuckled, sidling up behind Husk and gently cacooning his arms around him again.

"This okay?"

Husk sighed.

"It's perfect."

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Wooh! That was a rollercoaster! 😅 Hope the people that wanted lee!husk enjoyed this fic 🫶

Cartman Family

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--Ep 1 - Cartman Family Tkls--

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|Lee - Cartman -- Ler - Liane|

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"Young man! This is the last time I'm going to say it! You need to be nicer to your friends!" Liane scolded, having enough of her sons attitude

"Shut the fuck up meem!" Cartman lashed back, crossing his arms

Liane gasped "Eric! You cannot say that! It's a very naughty word!" Liane scolded, moving her finger up and down

Eric followed it with his gaze, looking unimpressed

"Eric, you BETTER get your act together or else!"

"Or else WHAT meem?" Cartman asked with sass

"Oh, I've just had about enough of you!" Liane groaned in frustration at her sons disobedience

"Ugh... how do other parents discipline their kids?.. I'd never hurt Eric... grounding him won't be effective..." Liane thought before getting an idea

"Well... if you don't start listening, I'll have no choice but to punish you." Liane walked closer

Eric was a bit intimidated, backing away a little before she grabbed his wrist. Gently, but damn her grip was tight.

"...Let me go." He demanded, his voice growing called.

"I'll count to three. 1."

"Mom."

"2."

"Don't hit three."

"..."

"Mom?!"

"Three."

Once she hit three, Cartman slammed his eyes shut. He peeked out in confusion, looking at his mom. "Huh--?" Before he felt a tingly feeling on his side and Liane kneel down

"Pfft-- *snort* mohohohom!" His giggles may be ugly to some, but for Liane, it was adorable

"Awh, it's good to hear you laugh like this again, Eric!"

"Fuhuhucking stohohohop *snort*" His giggles/laughter was very snorty and squealy to say the least

"Now, you brought this upon yourself, Eric! You know mommy wouldn't hit you, so what other options were there? Besides, I see your little friend Kyle to this to you all the time when you make him upset!" Liane said with a smile

Cartmans face flushed a little more as his giggles grew slightly "You WHAHAHAT?! *squeal*"

"Yeah! Even saw Kenny do it once..."

"OHO-- *snort* YOU FUHUHUHUCKING SPYHYHYHYHYHY!!! *snort*" Cartman tried to push his mom's hands away

(I heacanon that when he gets embarrassed his laughter can grow:D)

"Now now, Eric. That's not polite." She teased slightly

"STAHAHAHAHAP!!"

"Manners, Eric." She said in a stern tone

The fat boy snorted and squealed, trying his best

"Nope!" She targeted his stomach. Oh his fucking stomach.

"NAHAHAHA-- *snort WAHAHAIT-! NOT-- *snort* NOHOHOHOHO!! *snort*" His high giggles turned to laughter

"My, so snorty!"

"MOHOHOHOHOHOM!!"

"Will you be nicer to your friends?"

"YEHEHES-! FUHUHUHUCK-- *snort* I WILL!! I WILL I WILL I WIHIHIHIHIHIHIIILL!!" Cartman held his mom's wrist, not knowing what else to do.

"Manners!" She reminded

"YEHEHEHES!! I WIHIHIHILL!!"

"Promise?"

"I SWEHEHEHEAR ON-- *snort* ALL FUHUHUHUCKING JEHEHEHEWS AND ABOHOHOHOHOVE!! *snort* JUST QUIHIHIHIT IHIHIHIHIT!!! *squeal*" Some tears rolled down his face

Liane smiled softly and stopped, letting her baby boy pant and huff as she held him

"That's a good boy, Eric. How about we get some ice cream as a reward?" She went back to her usual sweet sounding self.

"Ye... yeheah..." he sighed

❤️End💙

☆This'll be a small series of all the families in South Park! (Ones that I actually give a shit about--) I started off with Cartman since he is my favorite. Thanks for reading, Sunflower!!♡♡ Also, pardon me if some parts is offensive to some. It's Eric... I don't know what else to tell you.☆

OKAY, LET'S MAKE A DEAL😋

I'm off Friday-Monday okay??

In time Friday-Monday, I'll try and get all the requests done!

I see you, Sunflowers, I hear your cries--

I'm makin' food ready just gimme a few😭

I love you all, I'll start some off soon🫶

-Choco✨️

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