(A/N: There are literally more Mike Hanlon requests in my inbox than there are gifs of him on this god forsaken website. #MakeMikeHanlonGreatAgain … Anyways I hope this doesn’t suck I don’t know anything about sportball so idk why I had to go all sportball on it.)
Request: “could you do a mike x reader where the reader is like super flexible and richie makes a lot of nasty comments and mike gets jealous? thanks!”
Since he’s coughing up blood, I’m going to assume he must have picked up tuberculosis somewhere in his travels.
How long ago did he set up a laboratory down there though? I’d assume that the school was built sometime within the ten years between the end of DM and now, so he might have been down there before that. I bet he just came up from his lab one day and was like “Hi, I’m a teacher here” and everyone else was like “Yeah okay, seems legit.”
Also apparently he decided to make his new body rather buff. ^^;
Ever since Buff Bendy became a thing. I’ve wanted to do a comic dub of him, and thanks to @anastasia-cherubin I’ve done just that. After reading this I had to do a comic dub of this and the end result is hilarious xD.
CREAMPUFF (with flower)
So… I am sorry, but I just Had to draw this guy. He was just too cute and it was too tempting. Gotta be my first sh#tpost artwork so yeah.
Creampuff belongs to @askbodybuilderbendy
Prompt: A Roman Godfrey imagine where the reader is attacked by something or someone in the woods then when she’s about to be killed Roman saves her. When he does he falls in love for the reader, at first sight and he promises that she’ll be okay and that he’ll protect her. Just make it fluffy please, thank you!
MAJOR WARNING: GRAPHIC GORE AND BLOOD + MINOR SEXUAL SITUATIONS. THIS IS HEMLOCK GROVE AFTER ALL
All of your friends liked to call you “Red”.
Short for “Little Red Riding Hood” even though your true name was (Name). The reason behind the nicknames was for many reasons but the most obvious reason was because ever since you could remember you loved the color red and wore it everyday.
Not to mention your favorite fairy tale growing up was Little Red Riding Hood. For some odd reason you just seemed to relate with the character in the book and wanted her courage to be able to stand up to the wolf when he asked her what was in her basket.
To make matters even more coincidental your mother used to raise abandoned and sick wolf puppies. You loved to play with them like real puppies and had actually adopted one you named Beo.
You had found him when you were 12 well you were walking down the street to your grandmothers house. You had found him laying on the road whimpering and injured. He was the runt of the family so he was smaller compared to the others and appeared to have not even opened his eyes.
Your mother told you either keep the animal there since the adult was looking for them or bring it back home if it was injured and the poor wolf looked like it was about to bleed out.
So you wrapped Beo up in your red hoodie and hurried to take him back home. Your mother cleaned him up and had stitch his leg from what she said a feral cat attacking him.
The momma wolf probably thought he was dead and left him behind but you and your mom certainly weren’t going to give up on him. You made sure to feed him special milk from a tube and talk to him and cradle him until he was healthy and finally able to open his eyes.
You and him had developed such a tight bond that you couldn’t let him go and your mom accepted to keep him as a pet. Ever since then you’d been best friends since you didn’t have much friends at school.
You went to Hemlock High and really it was one of the crappiest schools ever. You were a senior and you could drive but you choose to walk from your home to school to avoid having to deal with others.
That was probably why you didn’t have any friends. You were bullied since 1st grade about you being “Little Red” so you were always quiet and independent in class and only spoke if a teacher asked a question.
Sure enough another day had started and you were walking down to school with a messenger bag slung over your shoulder. Today you were wearing a red plaid lace up dress with black details and brown combat boots.
You had on black leggings underneath your dress knowing how boys here liked to sneak peek under girls skirts and dresses. Most of the girls here were sluts anyways who purposefully bent over with heels on to get the idiots to meet them behind the gym after school.
You tugged on the hood of your red fleece coat as you passed by one of those said idiots.