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aspiringtrashpanda · 8 months ago

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HI TUMBLR USER ASPIRINGTRASHPANDA im a big fan of your work please keep it up!!!!!!!!

would it be too oddly specific to request raph introducing mc to hella britney spears obey me? :D

HI TUMBLR USER SHOOTINGSTARRFISH IT WOULD BE AN HONOR TO WRITE ABOUT HELLA BRITNEY SPEARS OBEY ME. 💕

Characters: Raphael, MC, appearances by Solomon and Simeon Raph shows MC his pet. pure fluff! No warnings apply

“Ah, welcome,” Simeon smiled from the doorway of Purgatory Hall. “I heard from Luke that you were coming by. Are you seeking refuge?”

You shuffled your feet, ducking your head as shame prickled the nape of your neck. “How did you know?”

His eyes squinted, that pretty jingle of his laugh filling the air between you. “I think I can see smoke coming in the direction of the House of Lamentation.”

“Oh. Yeah, you see…” Where did you even begin to explain the domino effect that had happened this time?

“No need,” Simeon came to your rescue, gentle gaze oozing sympathy. “I know those brothers well enough to surmise what happened.”

When you winced something akin to an agreement, he ushered you inside, sheltering you from the occasionally overwhelming presence of your favorite brothers. As you toed your shoes off in the entrance, the scent of Simeon’s cooking washed over you. You may as well have turned into a cartoon caricature of yourself, floating towards the delightful smell in the kitchen.

“Luke and I are making lunch.” As if he even had to clarify. He did, however, add, “but you’ll find Solomon and Raphael in the living room,” which was basically Simeon for don’t bother trying to help.

Making the familiar turns throughout the first floor, you lifted a hand to wave at Solomon and Raphael, only to drop it to your side when you found them. The two men stood side by side, folding laundry. Or, more like Solomon was hauling clothes out of a basket, molding them into a roughly square shape, and placing them on the coffee table… Just to have Raphael re-fold them right beneath his nose, with piercing eye contact.

You watched for a few seconds before making your presence known. There was a twinkle in Solomon’s eyes, a twitch to his neutral lips that had you wondering if he was intentionally ruffling the angel’s - currently withdrawn - feathers.

Solomon’s amusement was lost on Raphael. You were certain you could see the cogs whirring in his brain beneath his ashy hair. The crease of his brow told you he had absolutely no idea how Solomon could be so bad at laundry.

“Hi,” You broke through the silence, putting on your cheeriest smile, “How is my favorite Purgatory Hall resident today?”

As you saw the confusion give way to suspicion in their twin looks of surprise, you considered that perhaps you, like Solomon, also liked to stir the pot. It was funny, how they both straightened their spines, puffed out their chests, sized the other up while simultaneously pretending to be unbothered. Subtle peacocking, in a way.

You would do the same to the brothers, but… Well, then you would just end up at Purgatory Hall once more, wouldn’t you? Such a taunt was sure to start another fire of some sort between the Rulers of the Underworld.

“Well, if it isn’t my adorable apprentice,” Solomon beamed, reaching behind the laundry basket to procure a bowl of pastries. “Can I interest you in a macaroon?”

“Did you make them?” You eyed the fluffy cookies. They did look good…

“Of course!”

Never mind.

“Ah, sorry Sol, I ate before coming here and I’m stuffed.” You lied. Thankfully, Raphael’s malfunctioning tastebuds saved you from further scrutiny. He lit up like the heavens above, blue gaze sparkling like sapphires as he snagged one of the sweets.

“Truly delicious, Solomon.” Despite his praise, Raphael remained as stoic as ever. Only the slightest glimmer of joy dancing in his eyes gave away his genuine gratitude. “I must get your recipe. Michael is so fond of sweets.”

“I’ll make sure to bake him a special batch at the end of the semester,” Solomon preened beneath the compliment, “You could send him my regards.”

And just like that, the angel’s guard flew back up, an expression edging confusion finding solace in your hum of surprise. What on earth - er, the three realms? - did Solomon want to send regards to archangel Michael for?

As Solomon turned back to the laundry, excusing himself by claiming he had to retrieve another load from the dryer, Raphael eyed you with unveiled curiosity. You shrunk under the intensity of his stare. It wasn’t often you found yourself alone with the latest exchange student from the Celestial Realm, and you weren’t sure you would ever get used to the way he watched you so carefully. Though he rarely voiced his thoughts, his stare had a certain weight to it. One that told you that he was questioning every flex of your fingers, every slope of your lips, every shift of your limbs. Why he found you so interesting, you weren’t sure.

As for you… Of course you found him interesting! Luke had said it himself - Raphael was the youngest angel to ever be given the rank of seraph! He was quiet and mysterious and so very guarded. You never knew just what he was thinking at any time. You could examine him for hours and you were certain boredom would elude you.

In fact, you were about to find out who would win a casual staring contest between the two of you. Almost taken aback by your confidence, there was a split second where you thought he was going to cave, his jaw clenching and his lips pursing in a pout you almost considered petulant. But then, he steeled his resolve, doubled back with a burning question in his gaze.

You had no answer for his silent inquisition, but you felt scorched regardless.

“Hey,” He blinked slowly, forfeiting. “Do you want to see my spears?”

“Actually…” You were answering before you even knew what you were going to say. “Yeah, I do.”

“Come with me,” He nodded curtly, exiting the living room with little warning.

Nearly tripping over your feet in your haste, you raced after him, the flutter of his Celestial Realm clothes a flash of ivory turning a corner. Your heart thudding in your chest, you felt your anticipation growing with each step. You had heard so much about his rain of spears! The terrifying display of violence that struck fear into even Belphegor’s heart!

And so, you were completely flabbergasted when Raphael spun around from the corner of his temporary bedroom, brandishing… not a weapon.

You almost considered it anticlimactic, but the disappointment lingered for less than a second. Your brain’s buffering complete, it reached a very reasonably enthusiastic conclusion: Raphael was cradling a hedgehog. Not just any hedgehog, but a shadow hedgehog native to the Devildom. Its charcoal quills quivering under your awestruck gaze, you hit the brakes on your excitement, your index finger hovering an inch away from its curious nose.

“Can I pet it?” You whispered, even though no one had told you to keep quiet.

“He likes when you rub his forehead,” Raphael matched your volume, lifting the little mammal closer to your face.

Sure enough, the shadow hedgehog squeaked in delight as you carefully ran the pad of your finger up his nose to the patch of fur between his ears. “Is… Is his name Spears?”

Raphael looked at you incredulously, as if the answer was obvious. “His back is made of a thousand spears.”

To accentuate his point, he gently stroked the needles laid flat over Spears’s back. You smiled, “Shadow hedgehogs are known to inflate like pufferfish when they feel threatened.”

Raphael regarded you with a stern frown, “I would never harm Spears.”

“No!” You squawked, startling the hedgehog. He hissed softly, nuzzling into Raphael’s thumb for reassurance. “I didn’t mean it like that!”

A pensive hesitance fogged those sapphire eyes. Cradling his pet close to his chest, he seemed to calculate the potential risks in his head before offering, “Would you like to hold him?”

Did you ever! Your hands shaking, you extended them towards Spears, your palms pressed together in a makeshift platform. “Okay…”

It tickled, the way his little paws scurried across your skin. His nose - wet and cold - nudged against the base of your thumb, his miniature spears raising in apprehension until he deemed your hands safe. Then, he sat still and allowed you to marvel at his pristine quills and beady onyx eyes. He was an awfully cute hedgehog.

“You know, in the human world, there’s a musician named Britney Spears.” You weren’t entirely sure why you were bringing up the pop star. You were positive she was not to Raphael’s liking.

“Are they any good?”

You sidestepped. “They’re iconic.”

His silence seemed louder this time, his lips twisted into the smallest frown as he watched his pet tentatively lick at your palms. With a resolute jerk of his head, he decided, “I will allow Britney to be his middle name.”

“Middle name? Like, Spears Britney… Last name?”

“His first name is Hella.”

“What?” You blinked. Listen, you led quite a bizarre life. From being yoinked into the Devildom, to nearly dying at the hands of Levi because you lowkey cheated at a quiz show, to actually dying in a different timeline for wanting to hug Belphie, and then to somehow becoming the apprentice of the world’s strongest sorcerer. And yet, this hedgehog’s name managed to be the oddest thing you had heard yet.

Raphael shrugged, “Solomon assures me it is a name for only the most honorable warriors in the human world.”

Your lips curled inwards, sucked by the force of your inhale. Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh.

Still, your voice wavered with amusement. “Hella…Britney Spears, the shadow hedgehog.”

“Yes,” Raphael confirmed, pride overwhelming his gaze as he gently took the little mammal from your hands. “The best around.”

The glint in his eye told you that arguing would only end in a rain of actual spears. All you could do was nod, thank him for sharing a piece of his life with you, and echo, “The best around.”

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ALSO HERE IS HELLA BRITNEY SPEARS OBEY ME.

#obey me raphael #I guess I should say #Raphael obey me #hella Britney spears obey me #if we can give him his own tag that would be amazing #wait am I misgendering hella #Starr i'm sorry #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #my writing #aspiringtrashpanda

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lmaster37 · 16 days ago

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hmmmm "i will" by mitski as a loumand song.... armand both pre- and post-SF trying to convince himself he's doing the right thing, he's doing this for louis, he's doing this for them......

armand who considers himself fundamentally unlovable outside of his utility to a partner...... for whom love and servitude and ownership and debt are all mixed up in ways informed by centuries of abuse

who is applying what little he has received in the way of love (both real and perceived) to his current relationships, but who has never felt loved without being owned, who has never once even considered that Respecting Boundaries is an important part of loving somebody, who is used to his lover being his owner being his maker being his god, and who applies all that to his relationship with louis because it's the first time he is suddenly in the dominant position in a relationship and he is Not equipped to handle that in any way even approaching a healthy relationship

"i will see your body bare and still i will live here" considering that the highest form of devotion because surely only somebody who truly loves him could stomach to see him undone, to see him brought low, even if they were the one to undo him. is it not the most honest expression of his adoration for louis to see him brought low and rebuild him ?

"and all the quiet nights you bear, seal them up with care / no one needs to know they're there, for i will hold them for you" armand who is intimately familiar with the ways that memory can hurt you, who is desperately trying to pretend that forgetting is the same as moving on, who is taking on all the burden of this relationship and still louis is so ungrateful, how dare he accuse armand of doing this for his own benefit when it was all for louis, when armand has stayed awake a thousand days to soothe his nightmares, smooth over the edges of every hurtful recollection, when armand bears louis's traumas for him, how dare he—

"there's no need to be brave / while you sleep, i'll be scared / so by the time you wake, i'll be brave" armand who is building up an increasingly fragile house of cards, who is layering lies and adjustments and changes and more lies over each other, knowing that it's not sustainable, knowing that with every passing day it becomes harder to tell the truth, knowing that this will collapse eventually and the fallout is only growing. and then louis wakes up and everything is fine, darling, don't you even worry about it

(can you tell him that i'm so normal about him)

#lmaster37 posts #iwtv #interview with the vampire #iwtv spoilers #interview with the vampire spoilers #the vampire armand #obv this is like heavily filtered through armand's self-perception #for the record while i Do Not claim that this is ACCURATE to show!armand #i do think that it is at minimum more interesting to consider his actions through the lens of him genuinely caring for louis #if in a toxic and often self-serving way #(self-serving being. a very broad term here. consider that louis is a useful prop in armand's perfomance of elaborate self-destruction)#(as somebody with a tendency to romanticise their own mental illness that's an impulse i understand all too well)#(it's the constructing a situation so awful for everybody involved that surely at some point nobody could fault you for giving up. for me)#idk like i've seen people dismiss all of armand's more tender moments as part of The Scheme #and while i'm obv not gonna claim that that's a Wrong reading #i do think it's kinda. uninteresting. okay so everything he ever said was a lie. what's left of the character then ?#hmm still salty about 2x8 sorry. cool twist but like what does that actually mean for the character #idk i'm having a hard time reconciling 2x8 armand with the rest of iwtv armand #equal odds whether that's a weakness on the show's part or my unwillingness to reconsider a Character I Like in a negative light :shrug:#once again it appears i am incapable of not rambling in tags

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radiance1 · 3 months ago

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Little Burning Spice Cookie rant thing.

So, I've seen a bit about people thinking that Burning Spice Cookie's reason for going rouge was kind of... Not it, really? Which is fine and dandy, their opinion an all.

But to me, I think it's a pretty solid reason for Burning Spice Cookie and like... Characters like him, I suppose?

Okay so, Burning Spice Cookie held the Light of Change before it was taken from him and he was imprisoned and, like the other 4 Beasts before their fall, they represented and were practically the physical embodiments of those concepts (I think.)

To be honest, out of each of the Beasts I genuinely think that Burning Spice Cookie's concept was the most ironic, and the one most prone to, well, 'failure' for a lack of a better word.

(Though if I'm wrong, lemme know.)

Knowledge, Volition, Happiness, and Solidarity are all concepts that are prone to change.

Knowledge. Pretty self-explanatory, with anything new that is discovered, or prior knowledge viewed from a different angle, then that knowledge in itself would change.

Volition. Kind of difficult for me to explain but like, one's willpower could either crumble and fade or hardened and become stronger than ever. You could remain true to your own will, or submit to another's. Thus, change.

Happiness. Anything can make it happen, across various individuals the same or something different can make them happy. Or, the opposite, what once made them happy no longer does, thus changing.

Solidarity. People can no long believe in the same thing, what once brought them together in unity could no longer be enough to uphold it. A common interest that they no longer support, thus changing their views on the subject and no longer being in solidarity with others.

To me, all of the other Beasts before the fall where capable of changing, as the concepts they were meant to embody were all given the range to.

Except, Burning Spice Cookie.

He was the only one, the only Beast, that was supposed to be unchanging. Despite his very concept being that of change. Ironically, Burning Spice Cookie would have been the only one who was to remain steadfast, unchanging throughout history entirely despite everything else changing around him.

Stagnant.

The pure opposite of what he meant, made to embody.

So, of course, he got bored.

Burning Spice Cookie, despite representing change, was stagnant. Meant to always be stagnant if the Light of Change was always to remain true, to shine its light upon him and the entire world.

I do believe his boredom ran a bit deeper than surface level. As he did say in Episode 6:

"All this Change, and yet it's never changing."

Which, really, just supports my point that Burning Spice Cookie, the representation of Change itself. Was stagnant and unchanging despite change happening all around him.

So, when he was given the opportunity to Change. To no longer remain stagnant. I think it would have been expected that he would take it.

Burning Spice Cookie was baked to be a hero, a God-Like virtue that would be a beacon among Cookie Kind along with four others. To protect and allow them change, civilizations to rise and fall and yet, he, himself, would remain unchanging, should remain unchanging if his purpose was to be realized.

That, is why, I believe that Burning Spice Cookie, or any other Cookie baked to hold the Light of Change, was and would be doomed to fall. To fail.

#burning spice cookie #crk kingdom #crk #beast cookies #Maybe a bit of a theory idk #But it's just kind of the problem with Burning Spice Cookie's entire purpose y'know?#Since he was baked to be a hero for all right off the bat #It was the single starting point that would doom him #Giving the representation of Change a purpose without letting them find such themselves would lead to their doom in my opinion #Because then that would limit them #Leave them unable to change because this was their purpose and they can't #Shouldn't #Stray from it #I know the other Beasts and their backstories aren't out yet but #I believe Burning Spice Cookie to be the Beast that was done the most dirty by the Witches despite their good intentions #The other four Beasts could have twisted and fallen from their Virtues because of Cookies #But Burning Spice Cookie?#Yea #He was set on the path of failure and doomed to fail from the very start as soon as the Witches gave him the purpose of being a hero #Instead of letting him find his own himself #No matter their good intentions #Oh damn I'm ranting in the tags now #GoODBYE

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anticidic · 3 months ago

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Kitsune!Chuuya and human!Dazai AU dump incoming

also @aaabatteryy hehe

I've envisioned kitsunezai as more mischievous, and the type capable of being malicious if he needs to be, whereas I see kitsune!chuu as more of a guardian spirit fox. He likes protecting his shrine and what it stands for, but also likes looking after the wellbeing of the people in the nearby village. Chuuya being the protector spirit fox and human Dazai saying he wants to protect kitsune Chuuya.

Protecting others is all Chuuya knows, so his brain definitely short circuits, especially because, well, Dazai's just a mortal, Chuuya doesn't need to be protected, but he accepts Dazai's embrace and lets himself feel loved and protected for the first time since he ascended as a kitsune.

Kitsune!chuu having the power to see the purity of one's soul—he can quickly discern if visitors have good or bad intent when they visit his shrine, and he sees them in colors and feels them like gentle breezes or the crashing of waves depending on if someone has inner turmoil. Dazai is interesting because his soul is so colorful for all the reasons Chuuya can't put his finger on, but it's not bad. But his curiosity draws him in like a moth to the flame.

Dazai is more like a river. Turbulent in some places, but calm in others, and when he's around others that he cares for, his waters are calm and peaceful. One day, Kitsune!chuu is doubting Dazai because he doesn't know whether to trust his words, but then Dazai brings Atsushi with him, and Dazai smiles, laughing, and is so gentle that Kitsune!chuu falls for him then and there.

Dazai has the force of a rushing river, the unpredictability of a flood, and the joy of the first drops of spring rain

Kitsune!chuu either lurking in the bushes in his fox form, or maybe casts invisibility upon himself to observe Dazai and Atsushi as they arrive at the shrine. Dazai looking so carefree and mentioning how beautiful the flowers look that time of year and how peaceful and well taken care of the shrine is.

Dazai also mentioning that he likes to come to the shrine to just think and be with nature because it feels like he leaves the burden of city life behind for that moment in time.

Kitsune!chuu yearning for intimacy and to be close with others, but as it stands, he's more just…maybe not interested? Because he's too busy worrying and caring for others, and he's looked up to as a deity and doesn't have any actual intimate relations with anyone because there's a huge rift between him and others where he's just idolized for being a spirit. He's no an individual. He's just a God with impossible expectations.

Whether unintentional, kitsune!chuu is pushed away by the people around him because they see him as someone holy and too good for this world, almost cult status, so he both craves for deeper connection with others but can't have it when he's constantly treated like that.

The vulnerability starts with Dazai.

#bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #soukoku #ideas #kitsunechuu #i'm gonna need to give him his own tag now at this rate it's ridiculous i tell you #kitsune skk au

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