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I’ve been drawing some ghost ‘mons recently so here is one of my many children. His name is Lloyd and he has a Bashful nature. 

Consider: Angels and Demons That Aren't "Storybook"

Angels and demons that don’t hate each other. Why would we? We’re stuck down here together till the Balance collapses.

Angels with beautiful tan skin, brown eyes with flecks of gold in them. Black hair that falls in waves, not sheets.

Demons with blue eyes, not red. Blond hair that’s cut short, and skin that’s sunkissed.

Angels and demons that lay in the laps of another, telling stories of great wars, and calming pastimes before there were very many humans.

Demons who hate black, and like neon pink. Angels who don’t read bibles, and prefer Stephen King.

Angels and demons who sleep all day, in bed together, not apart.

Angels who are chaotic, demons who are nothing short of holy.

Angels and demons who don’t fit in the plot of a storybook. Angels and demons who rewrite them.

For all of the waiting: You’re going to be alright. Even on the days of “I’ve had enough” and “I can’t wait any longer,” by the grace of God, you are going to be alright. Everything won’t always work out the way you think it will, but it will always work out according to God’s Will, because it is only what He wills that will last. Find peace in knowing that.

Find peace in Him when you’re meeting new people and you’re unsure what their role in your life is going to be in the future. Find peace in Him when you’re pouring into projects and things you’re passionate about, unsure of what the outcome will look like years down the line. Find peace in Him when it seems like the clock is literally ticking on unanswered your prayers. In all of this, find peace in knowing that God is still here, protecting you and guiding you to where you need to.

None of us have been promised an easy life of getting what we want when we want it, but we have been promised Eternal Life through Jesus, which is far greater and more valuable than anything in this life that we could ever want.

Wear this truth on your heart every single day. Let it shine through your emotions, your actions, and even your facial expressions: “I may be waiting on something, but my God, Who is fully aware and fully capable of all things has remained faithful to me. He always provide me with what I need and I trust Him. I trust His timing and His Word, because He is always faithful in leading me right where I need to be.”

“He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.” - Psalm 91:4

Let His faithfulness shield you from the worry that storms your mind. Let it be what you cling to when it seems that everyone else’s prayers are being answered and you are still waiting. God is faithful and if you know it to be true in your life, praise Him even while waiting. Waiting on the Lord doesn’t mean standing around doing nothing. This is the time to faithful to Him, as He has been faithful to you. This is the time to make the most of today because you know He holds your tomorrow.

Written by @morganhnichols for #QWCDevos

Well, That’s Embarrassing (Pennywise oneshot)

Request by @agespenst: An imagine where Penny walks in on you masturbating and moaning and he runs to you thinking you’re hurting yourself, and you embarrassingly have to explain bc he doesn’t know the shit humans do


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You were home alone for the night. Pennywise would usually hang around from time, but there were no signs of him tonight, you figured that he must be out doing other things. You put the thought to the side as you laid there in bed, you sighed, putting down the book that you were currently reading. You weren’t able to focus on it anymore, for the whole day you had been achingly aroused for no apparent reason. You shifted around on the mattress a few more times before letting out a frustrated grunt. You let your hand fall down to your thigh, your fingers roaming over the bareskin skin in no specific pattern below the shorts you were wearing. You shivered as it made chills run up into spin, goosebumps gathering up on your skin. Your sex had started to ache so much that you could feel your heartbeat settling in it.


“Fuck it.” You whispered to yourself. You brought your hands back up your body, stopping quickly at the edge of your shorts to unbutton them. You spread your legs apart enough so you could easily slip your hands into them. You bit your lip as your hands brushed against your exposed mound, you laid your head back into the pillow, closing your eyes, letting your fingers explore your own body. You let your middle finger settle gently into your folds, teasing yourself as you felt how wet you were becoming. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you let a finger seep in deeper into your core, your brought your other hand down into your shorts, running a finger over your swollen clit this time as you began to pump your fingers in and out of yourself. You let your hips grind into your hands as your sounds started to get louder. You moaned, letting yourself drift away in the ecstasy of you upcoming release. This is what you had been craving all day. Your back began to arch off the bed.


You moaned out, letting your fingers sink in deeper as you thrust in and out of yourself, while rubbing circles into your clit diligently. You gasped feeling yourself getting close to the edge. “Oh, fuck..” You whimpered. Your eyes were shut tight as you were completely oblivious to any of your surrounding. You were reach your peak as you felt the first few slivers of orgasm washing over you, you were so close.


Just when you felt yourself begging to come, breathe grew faster as you moaned brokenly out into your room. But your orgasm was cut short by a jarring shake to the side of to bed. Your eyes snapped open to Pennywise standing over you, looking down at you in a very quizzical way as he investigated the scene. You helped out in shock and ripped your hands for your shorts. “Holy shit!” You yelled.


“Why were you screaming?” His face scrunched, looking at you. “Are you hurt?”


You covered your face. You could feel yourself getting red in embarrassment, not know Im how I’m the fix to explain this to him. He wasn’t well versed in human behavior and all. It was also most comical as the thought of having the sex talk with a clown crossed your mind. Jesus, you thought to yourself. You took in a breathe and sat up, bringing your legs up to your chest as you glanced up at him. “I’m not hurting.. I was just doing something that humans do.. To relieve stress.”


“Screaming makes you feel better?” He said curling his lip as lowered himself into the bed.


Your cheeks turned a bright scarlet, “No. Uhm..” You took in a breathe not even believing this conversation. “Look. It’s something called masturbation. Let’s leave it at that.” You said quickly, feeling weird about explaining.


He like at you dumbfound as his eyes studied you. He squinted, “What is it’s purpose?”


You chewed your lip, you brought your hands up to your face to pinch the beidge of your nose. “It feels.. Good.”


“I’ve never seen someone scream because they felt good.” He said curiously, his eyes trailed down to where your hands had been previously.


You noticed him looking and swallowed hard. “It’s possible.” You said nervously.


His gaze shot back up to yours, a dark look in his eyes. He began to reach out towards your shorts, making your heart slip a beat. “And if I did it..?”


Your hands dig into the bed as you tried to keep your breathing steady, but it wasn’t any use, surely he could already sense your rapidly growing heart rate. “I.. I.” Was all you could muster. Before you said another word, his hands had already pulled your shorts halfway down as it inched closer to your sex. He let his hand brush against it, testing your reaction. He didn’t seem disappointed by the gasp that left you as he continues dragging his hand down your slit. Running his tongue over his lips, he pulled his hand back to his mouth, ripping half of the glove away to expose his fingers. It was the first time you hand ever seen his actual hand. Most of the time the gloves were only off after his anger had caused his claws to rip through them. His hands were a pale, off-white color, just like his face paint. You moved one of your legs, spreading them a bit wider to give him the access that he wanted.


He lowered his hand slowly again, letting his bare fingers run against you, you moaned when he hovered over your clit, barely touching it. Your hand held his in place over your clit as you grinded into his hand, being grateful for the delightful friction. “There.. Right there.. Please.” You moaned, pushing his fingers down to your entrance. He breathed out, grunting as he slide in fingers into you. You bit down on your lip, lifting yourself up to get better leverage as you rocked yourself back and forth. He smiled, his teeth peeking through his lips as he watched you in pure curiosity and satisfaction as you moaned, writhing against his hand to pleasure yourself.


“Shit, I’m gonna come.” You frowned out as one of your hands wrapped around his arm.


“Where are you going?” He growled.


A small smirk left your lips. “No.. no. That’s not what I-Oh!” Your sentence was interrupted by your climax. You threw your head back, grinding harder against his fingers as you could feel them rubbing against your G-spot. “Fuck, Penny!” You rode your orgasm out until you finally came to a slow moving stop. You took a deep breath, allowing yourself to come back to your sense before you leaned your head back up. Penny was wide eyed as he pulled his fingers out of you, he lifted them back up to his face to inspect why they were wet. His tongue slide fro between his lips as he dragged it across his fingers, getting a taste of you.


You bit your lip as you watched him, getting turned on all over again by the sight. “Does that explain?” You giggled.


He smiled with a blink. “I’ve never made a human scream for a good reason before.”


You licked your lips as leaned up into him. “Wanna do it again?” You said with a wicked smirk.

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I feel like these two shots are crucial because it shows within the span of a second, Yang made up her mind to save Ruby. This is even BEFORE her semblance, she is so SELFLESS and dgaf. She’s also really reckless, and her semblance amplifies that aspect of her personality. Anyway I love Yang with all my heart good day