#[this is adorable thank uuuuuu!!]

[nyxypoo]

kiryx v-day art by @twilightakiishi <3

[lvminisciel]

OP UR CHIPPING AWAY MY SANITY ON THIS PIECE

HE LOOKS SO GREAT SO GRACIOUS AAAAAAAA RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS THE MAN THAT U AREEEEEEE

AT with @lowkeyclueless5137

For their Persona twst AU~

Hope that's ok!! I had time like I said!!! I love the concept and outfit for Riddle!!! outfit/AU/concept by @lowkeyclueless5137

Thanks again!!

[syluslnd]

HIII

COULD U PLS DO A FIC WITH A MOTHERLY READER WHO IS REALLY CARING AND KIND FOR SYLUS PLSSS.

i imagine she’s always looking out for him, Mephisto as well as the twins.

THANK UUUUUU

when your motherly instincts kick in

The front door opened quietly but you could feel him before you saw him. Sylus always tried to be subtle, but even his steps had a certain weight to them—like he was carrying the world on his shoulders but wouldn’t let anyone see it. You turned around just in time to catch his eyes, sharp but softened as soon as they met yours.

“Welcome home” you greeted with a warm smile, already moving toward him.

“Hey sweetie” Sylus’s voice was as deep and steady as ever but there was a hint of tension in his shoulders that you couldn’t ignore.

You took in the way he was standing, just a little too stiff, a little too careful and your brow furrowed. He was trying so hard to look unaffected but you knew him better than that.

Without saying a word, you reached out and poked him gently in the side. He winced, barely noticeable but you caught it. You narrowed your eyes, folding your arms in that motherly way he always teased you for.

“Gotcha!” you said with a knowing smile. “and don’t even try to say it’s nothing.”

Sylus sighed, trying to look away but you tilted his chin back toward you, your voice soft but firm. “Don’t think you can hide when you’re hurt, Sylus. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s nothing, really.” His attempt at reassurance fell flat when he shifted and another flash of pain crossed his face.

You huffed, rolling your eyes. “Nothing, huh?” You took his hand and gently led him to the couch, easing him down as if he were fragile, even though you both knew he was far from it. But it didn’t matter to you—right now, he was hurt and that was all it took to bring out your full motherly instincts.

“Sit still” you instructed, disappearing for a moment to grab the first-aid kit. When you returned, he looked up, watching you with that mix of amusement and exasperation you loved so much. He knew there was no use arguing with you when you got into this mode.

Carefully, you kneeled beside him, setting to work on cleaning and bandaging his wounds. Sylus flinched at your touch once or twice but he tried to keep still, his eyes never leaving yours as you worked.

“kitten..you’re too good to me, you know” he murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Maybe”you replied, meeting his gaze, “but that doesn’t mean you get a free pass to keep things from me. Next time, tell me when you’re hurt. I don’t want you pushing through things alone.”

Sylus let out a soft chuckle, a sound that melted into the air like warmth. “Alright, alright. I promise.” The promise felt real, genuine, and he reached up, giving your hand a gentle squeeze in thanks.

You were just finishing up with the last bandage when you heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps—two pairs, unmistakably familiar. You turned just as Luke and Kieran entered the room, looking a little worse for wear themselves, like they’d had a rough day of training.

“And where have you two been?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at them in the same way you’d done with Sylus. Both twins stopped dead in their tracks, trading sheepish glances.

“Uh… training?” Kieran offered, scratching the back of his neck, clearly trying to look innocent.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought” you replied, hands on your hips. “I told you all to take it easy and look after yourselves. Do you want to end up hurt like Sylus?”

They shifted, looking apologetic but they couldn’t hide their amusement as you gave them your best scolding look.

Sylus, meanwhile, was grinning, clearly enjoying the show. “I think you’re adorable when you get all angry” he said softly, just loud enough for the twins to hear.

They both stifled laughs, but you caught their giggles. “Laugh it up, boys” you teased, trying to keep your stern tone but failing as a smile broke through. “But seriously, all of you—take care of yourselves. I don’t want to keep patching you up every time you walk through that door.”

The three of them nodded but their smiles betrayed them, showing just how much they adored you in that moment and maybe, you thought, as you took one last glance at each of them, maybe they’d actually start listening—if only so they could see that look of worry fade from your face.

But for now, you were just glad they were all home, safe and that you could care for them in the way only you knew how.

[lateatnewyork]

REMEMBER…

charlie bushnell x co star!reader

warnings: smau, fluff, brown girl reader (aware this isn’t a warning but like some ppl might want to know)

summary: where you and charlie trick the world into thinking your just friends

fc: avantika (my bby)

extra info: reader is basically avantika

a/n i have like 20 million drafts but i don’t have the motivation 😭 anyway i love avantika i feel proud to be a brown girl😻 !! NOT SHIPPING THEM IRL JS A FACECLAIM !!

liked by dior.n.goodjohn, leahsavajeffries and others ynln remember when we dated 🤔 view comments

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hearts4yn WHOS THE GUY IN THE MIDDLE ➔ user64 calm down it’s prolly js one of her friends aryansimhadri wdym by the caption ➔ ynln i mean u both eat for ten men ➔ aryansimhadri it’s not my fault it was good walkerscobell the food was a bit spicy ➔ leahsavajeffries no it wasn’t ➔ iamcharliebushnell nuh uh ➔ aryansimhadri wdym it was great ➔ i.am.andrewalvarez no. ynloml not walkers whiteness coming out 😭 ➔ ynln fr

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ynloml yk who’s the biggest taylana stan? yn. ➔ ynln real 💯 dior.n.goodjohn i think she turned everyone into one ➔ walkerscobell she threatened me 😞 ➔ aryansimhadri i made her a laufey fan ➔ leahsavajeffries pretty sure she was a laufey fan before u ynln your welcome for blessing ur ears. ➔ iamcharliebushnell thank you?

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ynloml THE HOLY TRINITY laufeymywife taylana + laufey 😻 user56 shes a ten but she listens to taylana and laufey ➔ iamcharliebushnell she broke my scale cos she’s too beautiful dior.n.goodjohn ur cats got good taste ➔ ynln real! ➔ iamcharliebushnell they def got it from me aryansimhadri FAV SONG FROM BEWITCHED ➔ ynln THIS IS TOO HARD UMMMM MUST BE LOVE childofhecate charlie is a certified simp 😭 ➔ i.am.andrewalvarez 💯

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hearts4yn the most unexpected group ever??? selenagomez please send me that picture of laufey ynloml the mothers and their daughters aryansimhadri YOU HUNG OUT WITH THE LAUFEY AND DIDNT TELL ME???? ➔ ynln I GOT U A SIGNED VINYL ??? iamcharliebushnell middle pic. ➔ ynismywife he’s down bad walkerscobell no way u casually took a pic of the taylor swift oliviarodrigo 😍 ➔ ynln join us next time bby reneerapp hottest group ever leahsavajeffries CUTIESSS ➔ ynln THEY WANNA MEET UUUUUU gracieabrams 🤭 ➔ ynln yo can i have my cat back ➔ gracieabrams no. i.am.andrewalvarez help charlie won’t stop staring at his phone ➔ ynln take a pic!

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pjofan WE CARE hearts4yn ADORABLE walkerscobell grandpa charlie ynln she’s rlly good at taking pics u sure she isn’t a professional??? ➔ iamcharliebushnell nah she’s an actor aryansimhadri pls save me he won’t stop talking abt her 😭 ynloml WHO ISSSS IT dior.n.goodjohn stop shes mine ➔ iamcharliebushnell whatever u say… leahsavajeffries SHIPPP

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iamcharliebushnell yes. walkerscobell i have a burn book. ➔ aryansimhadri ok dude what the flip leenascobell UR SO BBG ➔ ynln nuh uh you r dior.n.goodjohn AHHHHHHH ➔ ynln AHHHHHHHHHH

a/n next part will be up soon

[rogdona]

?

AUDIDJDSKLDKDKASJF THE EXPERIMENTS WERE SUCCESSFUL IT GREW BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER🙌🙌🙌♥️♥️♥️💗💗♥️💗♥️💗♥️💗♥️💗♥️ LOVE HOW U DREW HERRRRRRR SHE LOOKS ADORABLE EVEN WHEN SADDD♥️🌺♥️🌺♥️🌺♥️🌺🌺♥️♥️🌺🌺♥️🌺♥️🌺♥️🌺♥️ AND MY SONA W THE GOGGLES IS SO CUTEEEE🌷♥️🌷♥️🌷♥️🌷♥️🌷♥️🌷♥️♥️🌷AND I RLLY LOVE UR SONAS LABCOATTTT💗🌷💗🌷💗🌷💗🌷💗🌷💗🌷💗 I LOVE THIS SMMM THANK UUUUUU🌺💗🌺💗🌺💗🌺💗🌺💗🌺💗💗🌺

[stainedpast]

She doesn’t usually venture outside the daycare’s walls, rarely takes babysitting in private homes, but this one, this kid is different; they have SUFFERED, still do. A sigh; she knows the real answer to the question, but she can’t simply share it, not in front of the kid, no. ❝ Most times, it’s the person, not the clothes. ❞ Maybe they are one who radiates fatherly warmth, maybe just a man with a good heart. Most kids know, feel it, especially at this age when they have passed the strangers’ anxiety phase. ❝ Come here Lukas. ❞ Her voice is not harsh yet stern enough, GENTLENESS seeping through despite it. ❝ We talked about this, baby. No running off to strangers. ❞ She is already crouched to match their level, a soft hand cupping their little cheek, thumb caressing, her face is almost of an angel, but when she finally stands again, hints of concern, of ache and sadness force their way into her goddess like features. ❝ Sorry about that, mister. ❞ A little hand tugs at her own, she humors the boy and leans. ❛ Ask him about his name. That way he won’t be a stranger, right? ❜ One would think it mischief, but there is nothing but INNOCENCE in their request. She has never seen Lukas so adamant about a stranger, what about this one that seems to draw the kid so much? She forces her curiosity to silence. A defeated, apologetic smile is offered to them in hopes they would humor the boy. ❝ Well, you should first introduce yourself politely. ❞ As if her words are the only thing the boy follows, they offer their little hand, stating their name before asking about the other’s.

( @stainedpast ) LIKED FOR A SMALL STARTER ! ( Lihwa )

There's a boy latching onto the fabric of his pants - curious, but not unwelcome, as children oft find entertainment in the most spontaneous of acts. Still, he is compelled to look to his caretaker, giving her a sign that he is neither harmed nor one to pose it himself.

"An active one, is he?" He tells her. "I wonder what he finds so appealing here. Is it the plaid pattern?"

[the-s1lly-corner]

OOOO OOOO OOOO MX SILLY! Can I please request Finn and Looey (seperate) x reader who doesn't get their jokes :3? Like they're visibly blue screening trying to understand or just don't realize it's a joke? Thank uuuuuu

Finn and Looey x reader who doesn't get their jokes

Love these two my sillies oooouuuugh

Notes: short post, gn reader, toon reader, pre game, written on mobile, looey has some insecurities

CWs: none

FINN

He just... keeps going. The jokes just keep coming. Seriously how does he do that? Some might swear he's written a whole book of them based on how many he's throwing out

He thinks it's funny, not all that bothered that you don't get them. The puzzled look is just adorable to him

Chuckles to himself as he tells you a joke in passing and sees your face turn into one of concentration as he walks away

Drive by comedy

LOOEY

Oh he gets so awkward about it so fast. So so so fast... hes.. not actually that funny right-

The pity laugh almost makes him feel worse. He knows you're trying but he thinks he'd rather you not do that

His ears kind of flop </3 tries his best to shift his humor and jokes to something he knows you're more familiar with so the likelihood of you understanding is higher

[skunkes]

i adore how lovingly you draw fat bodies. al is a blessing to this world thank you for your service solider

THANK UUUUUU i love the human body so muck

[solargeist]

I don't know much about this AU, but what i've seen from you is fantastic and adorable.

I just wanna hug grian so badly! Or maybe just put buttons in front of him and watch him go FERAL

akdndksk thank uuuuuu the buttons part of this message made me think abt the Watchers giving Grian a stim board

[glasskoi]

Alright, first of all, I LOVE the way you draw Ace!!! He is so pretty in your style and I absolutely adored the fanart you drew of The Apartment Above the Autoshop (I'm crazy about that fic!!!!) and the other fanarts you did as well!!

But I NEED to know the rest of bartender!Ace AU!!! IT'S A PHYSICAL NEED!! Like, why did he stay?? Does he still meet the Whitebeards? What about Luffy? And the Spade Pirates? How did Makino react with him staying at the bar? What about the rest of the village??

THANK UUUUUU mwah mwah i love him sooo much i promise ill try even harder when i draw him for the both of us💗🩵 and ohhh my god dont get me started on that fic ive lost count of the times ive reread it LOL i swear to god theres drugs in that thing!! also if u want more of that fic AND bartender ace dude go read every time's the last time ITS SO GOOD everyone go read it now!!

& what i WILL say about the bartender ace au is that it is an elaborate au LOL everyone assumed it was all good & ace is fine WHICH IS A GREAT IDEA DONT GET ME WRONG but if i ever get around to writing the fic.... smiles! but tldr ace stays and helps makino at the bar bc she injures herself :( luffy leaves to become a pirate as normal & ace stays helping makino until [SPOILERS] and so he has to leave :( he moves onto working at the baratie for a time where garp sometimes drops by and gives him a hard time! he does EVENTUALLY meet some of the spades & whitebeard pirates but he doesnt join the wb crew :( makino feels terrible about having him stay and eventually takes on a very parental role for him while he stays there. shes the one that grows the flowers for him to wear! & the rest of the village comes to adore ace bc hes why makino doesnt have to close down the bar. hes a fan favorite and any passing pirates coming thru try to recruit him LOL & he does eventually meet luffy again!! it just takes a few years longer than it does in canon.

[imnotshua]

don't let me tempt you / ch.2

pairing: angel!seokjin x angel!f.reader ⇢ au: angels & demons ⇢ genre: forbidden romance, friends 2 lovers, comedy(?), fluff, eventual smut (not in this chapter), lite angst ⇢ summary: Seokjin is temporarily banished from Heaven and you're not all that good at paperwork. ⇢ chapter wc: 4k ⇢ rating: fic rating is explicit/18+ for eventual smut; chapter rating is 16 & up bc they're the equivalent of ken dolls rn, but minors please DNI anyway. This isn't for you. ⇢ chapter warnings: LOTS of religious imagery but please remember that this isn't meant to be accurate, it's crack Good Omens style nonsense. Author is an atheist. Swearing. Drinking. Implications of loss of faith. If there's any tags you think I'm missing, please let me know - I'd hate to be the cause of any upset or discomfort ⇢ a/n: thank uuuuuu @ugh-yoongi for reading this over, i adore you

chapter 1 here

chapter 2

736 BC

August 12th. 6:13pm. Sunshine.

It’s been ninety-one years and twenty-six visits to Earth since your first cup of tea. Since then Seokjin has shown you could enjoy so many more earthly pleasures than you thought possible. He makes an effort to show you something new every time you visit, and humans, as it turns out, are so much more creative than angels give them credit for. You’re really starting to enjoy it here. Every time, you wish you could stay longer. And so you learned you could convince Turiel to add routine patrols on all your banishments - by all accounts you’re only ever visiting Earth on ‘Official Business’. 

(‘Managed to convince’ isn’t really the right turn of phrase, more like you briefly floated the idea and Turiel near bit your hand off to add more to your workload.)

Of course the visits mean more reports in theory, but truth be told there aren’t that many banishments to keep on top of, and you spend far less time with the other banished angels than anyone else need know. That isn’t the case for Seokjin’s visits. No, you could spend an entire day in his company and feel like it’s been no time at all. For those reports alone, you need to twist the truth. 

Your stomach growls and Seokjin tuts. 

“If you didn’t wait thirteen years between visits,” he grumbles. “Your stomach wouldn’t be so loud.”

You open your mouth to say that the only reason you have any interest in Earth is because of Seokjin and his friends (though maybe by now they count as yours too, it’s something you’ll have to ask Taehyung) but the sour look on his face gives you pause.

(Ah yes. Taehyung. Your readers will probably be wondering why he’s still alive. Well, they all are. As it turns out the change from human to vampire was irreversible, and all Seokjin had been able to do was make it so they’re not quite as immortal as angels and demons are. In short - one could kill the three of them with a stake to the heart, if they should wish. When you found out Seokjin had omitted the truth (his words) about their lack of demise, that had been the biggest (and only) argument you’ve had in the centuries you’ve known him. Jimin had cried. It was very embarrassing.

Of course, you’d moved past it, because there was little to be done to change anything, and you actually rather like the company of the vampire trio. Yoongi is another anomaly, he should be dead too, and he kind of- he sort of is. Seokjin calls him a ghoul. But having met him, you can’t say he’s as evil as the handbooks make ghouls out to be. A grouch, definitely, but you can see why Seokjin likes to keep him around. 

Anyway, the point of this opening was not Seokjin’s lie of omission. The point is Seokjin’s current disposition.)

“Why are you in such a mood?”

“I’m not in a mood,” Seokjin shoots back.

“You are,” you counter. 

“Am not.” 

“Are too.”

Seokjin flicks you on the forehead. 

“Ow!”

“Please stop,” snaps Namjoon from the corner of the room. “Some of us are trying to study.”

You crane your neck to spy on the book he’s reading. Heraclitian Philosophy. 

Seokjin notices you looking. “Namjoon fancies himself as one of the new age philosophers,” he whispers. “He won’t listen but I keep telling him they’re a bunch of miserable fu-”

“I can hear you,” says Namjoon, pointedly.

You and Seokjin share a private smile.

“We missed you,” he murmurs.

“Missed you too,” you say, cheerfully. 

You dip a spoon into the pot Seokjin is standing over, and he chastises you for tasting too early (it’s not ready, so he says) but it’s so good that you can’t help yourself. 

“Mmm,” you hum, appreciative. “My favourite.”

He’s strawberry red again. 

“Where do strawberries grow?” you ask.

Seokjin laughs. “You always ask such weird questions.”

You bonk him on the head with your spoon. 

“Answer please.”

“Dunno,” says Seokjin with a shrug. “I haven’t seen any here.”

“In Europe!” Namjoon calls over.

“Thank you!” you shout back.

“Why do you ask?” says Seokjin.

“I want to try one.”

He tilts his head, a curious puppy if you ever saw one. 

“I invented them,” you answer his unasked question.

“You?”

You frown. “Yes, me.”

“You made food?”

“I made lots of things.”

“But you didn’t try anything?”

“Well why would I? I made lovely things in pretty colours just like they asked and sent them off to Agriculture.”

Seokjin smiles sardonically, saying, “such a good little angel, aren’t you?”

You beam even though it’s a non-compliment, and Seokjin rolls his eyes, but this time the look in his eye is one of affection.

“What else did you invent?” Seokjin asks, and off you go, listing all the things in your roster until you lose your breath. 

After dinner, Namjoon goes out to meet the others for a dinner of their own, leaving you and Seokjin sitting in front of an open window, sipping tea and catching up on the happenings over the last decade. 

Seokjin seems down. He leaves his tea to go cold and picks at loose threads on his tunic.

After a while, you ask, “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” 

Your friend’s face falls into a dejected pout. “Time’s almost up,” he says with a heavy sigh. “Thirty years left and I’ve hardly been anywhere. Hardly seen a thing.”

Seokjin always claims he’s not sentimental, but you look at the home he’s built for himself, the friends he keeps, the trinkets that adorn the room, some four-hundred years old, and you deduce that there is little truth to that statement. What he isn’t is someone who tends to feel sorry for himself. 

It’s unsettling, seeing him like this. 

“It’ll be okay,” you tell him. “Once you’re back home you’ll have your miracles, and you can have all of this and more in Heaven.”

Seokjin rolls his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I’ll be there too,” you tack on.

His responding smile is a little pitiful, but a smile is a smile, and if that’s all he’s got, you’ll take it.

729 BC

January 28th. 6:56pm. Snowing.

Taehyung says he’s invented a game. It’s called truth or dare, and the objective is to tell the truth when you’re asked a question, or do something at the other player's request. Despite asking on several occasions, there seems to be no clear rules on how to win.

“This isn’t a criticism of your creativity, Taehyung,” you say gently. “But it seems as if there’s no real point in playing if your point scoring system is flawed.”

Taehyung stares at you. Jimin hides a laugh behind his hand.

“How do we know when to end the game if there’s no objective winner?” you ask.

They ignore you, and Namjoon suggests it would be better to write down the dares and questions and draw them from different jars. For yours, you write down things like eat exactly 2/7ths of an apple and what time is it?

Jimin pours drinks, because apparently there’s also ‘forfeits’ in the form of ‘taking a shot’ if you can’t answer truthfully or complete a dare, but you can’t imagine why either thing would be such difficult tasks to complete. 

“Why would I lie, though?” you ask again. “It’s my job to be divine.”

“You’ve lied for me on more than a hundred occasions,” Seokjin reminds you.

 “Nonsense,” you say, haughtily. “That was for the greater good.”

Jimin and Taehyung share a funny look.

Namjoon coughs. “Shall we just play?”

You grumble something about rules being made to be followed that the others pointedly ignore, and Yoongi is the first to draw from the dare pile, and Taehyung- who is reading over his shoulder- shrieks.

Run naked to the end of the street and back <3

Oh. 

Yoongi turns as red as a ghoul can go (which is to say, not very) and says he’s glad he can turn invisible, and promptly disappears from view. The only suggestion that he even leaves the room is the door opening and closing.  Jimin says pointedly that he bets Yoongi is still in the room, but a minute later the door goes again, and Yoongi appears once more at the table, pink-cheeked and panting. Jimin scowls like a child and calls him a spoilsport.

The game continues in this vein until Namjoon gets your dare.

“Put on socks?” he says, confused.

“Yes!” You nod. “It’s very cold.”

Seokjin laughs. “You really are an angel.”

You beam at him.

Namjoon goes to find socks.

“Stop making googly eyes at each other,” says an exasperated Jimin. “I’m bored.”

Taehyung nudges the jars toward Seokjin. “Your turn.”

He makes a drawn out show of searching for the best one while not actually looking, claiming he can tell who wrote it by the way they folded the paper. He pulls out one he says was ‘obviously’ written by Yoongi, but by the gleeful look on Jimin’s face, you wonder if it was really him.

“Kiss your favourite person in the room,” reads Seokjin. He stares very hard at the paper. He’s not even blinking.

Taehyung and Jimin break the silence with a giggle. Namjoon is back, with more socks on, and his eyes dart between you and Seokjin. And now your eyes have turned into curious little fiends too, looking from Seokjin to the paper to Seokjin to the paper, to your hands, which are suddenly very interesting for no reason at all.

Seokjin looks at you for a long time. Seokjin turns red. And then Seokjin kisses Yoongi on the cheek.

“Forfeit!” yells Namjoon.

723 BC

March 9th. 8:02pm. A little chilly, but not unpleasantly so.

Today, the cold weather has you craving kimchi jjigae, and Seokjin has only complained three-hundred times about it. He says he made a table full of food, he asks why you can’t wait until everyone else arrives, he says of course you’d want the one thing he hadn’t made. He makes it anyway, and mutters that none of his other friends are as demanding nor as needy, including Taehyung. 

The reason for the sheer amount of food adorning the table is because today is Yoongi’s birthday, and Seokjin is throwing him a party. Even though he’s sort of dead… and doesn’t need to eat. (It’s both pointless and confusing.)

You sit in front of the fire, bowl of jjigae warming your belly, kicking your legs contentedly while you wait for the guests to arrive. 

Seokjin is anxious. He adjusts the position of the furniture six times. He wipes over his ornaments twice. He sweeps the floor three times and shoots you a glare when you try to help by using a little miracle to evaporate every speck of dust in the entire house. Normally he appreciates the privilege your miracles bring, since he lost access to his own, not tonight apparently. At first you attribute his sour mood to the idea of people he hardly knows invading his space, because while Yoongi is the quietest being you’ve ever known, he’s somehow friends with everyone in a twenty-mile radius. But Seokjin has hosted before - it’s nothing unusual for him to play host for others and dissolve into the background once everyone starts enjoying themselves. 

No. Something else is going on here.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you ask.

“Talk about what?” Seokjin mutters with a scowl, distracted by fussing over a china pot that’s apparently three millimetres out of place. 

“Whatever it is that has you acting like you’re not enjoying my company.”

Seokjin looks up at you, expression unreadable. The silence hangs uncomfortably until it’s interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. It’s the first guests, bringing with them gifts of food and wine. 

People filter in quickly after that. You don’t know many, but those you recognise offer a friendly hello or a polite bow in your direction. You tend to keep your distance from most people, at least those who don’t know your true identity as an Angel of the Lord, but you do enjoy their idle chatter. It’s ever so interesting, the matters that concern them, the small things that bring them joy in their (without any disrespect) insignificant lives. You’d tried engaging a human in conversation once, at a market Seokjin brought you to, but Taehyung had laughed and suggested you needed more practice interacting with people. After that you lost your confidence. 

Perhaps tonight could be another opportunity, if Seokjin has enough wine to make his guests less suspicious. 

You jump up, fetching bottles and cups from the other room and passing them around with a smile. The humans accept them gratefully. There’s nothing like alcohol to get people talking. Thirty minutes later the room is full, and loud, and everyone is on (at least) their third drink. With a wave of your hand, the guests' cups are refilled, and thankfully it’s only Seokjin that seems to notice. He waves you over from the other side.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Helping,” you say.

“We don’t need to get everyone drunk before he arrives.” He stares at the door.

“I don’t think Yoongi would mind,” you say. “Hasn’t he been half-drunk every time I’ve seen him?”

“Oh, not him,” Seokjin says absent-mindedly.

You frown.

“Who then?”

Just then, the door bursts open and a dishevelled Yoongi is carried through on the shoulders of Taehyung and Jimin, with a panicked Namjoon following closely behind - hands outstretched as if that would help Yoongi if he were to fall. 

Everyone cheers. Someone pours them a drink. Seokjin continues to stare at the door.

Weird.

After leaving Seokjin to his own devices you decide to work the room and quickly discover how right you were about the alcohol. It’s been forty-five minutes and you can’t escape a man who doesn’t seem to know whose birthday it is, but is very glad for the opportunity to talk about his herd of goats and all the trouble he’s having with one particular fox. 

“I wouldn’t mind if it was a one off but it seems like the bastard has it out for me.” 

“That’s terrible.” You commiserate, trying to look interested while scanning the room in search of an out. The few people you know well enough to call for help from are otherwise occupied. Taehyung is pouring wine into Jimin’s open mouth. Yoongi and Namjoon are sitting around the table deep in conversation with an elderly woman and her husband. 

��-usually one a day,” he says, slurring his words. “Sometimes two!” 

“Awful,” you agree.

Seokjin is standing by the door, face impassive, talking out of the corner of his mouth to a man who wasn’t here earlier. He’s impossibly tall, doesn’t look like anyone else in the room, all sallow skin and sunken eyes. Seokjin has a wrinkle in his nose suggesting there’s a bad smell nearby. You’d bet your immortal soul it’s the man next to him.

“-at this point it’d take a bloody miracle to save my herd-”

“A miracle,” you echo, hardly listening, too busy looking at how the man holds out his hand. The eager gleam in his hollow eyes. How Seokjin’s lips curl with distaste but he shakes his hand anyway.

“I’m fucked if it carries on,” your companion says, voice breaking.

 “Yeah,” you breathe. There’s a pit forming in your stomach. “Fucked.”

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, me too,” you say. “I’ve just got to- uh- go… Over there.” And you’re weaving through the people in the room to get to Seokjin and the stranger who has your hackles raised like no one else has had in centuries.

“Seokjin!” you say with false brightness, smile tight. “Who’s your friend?”

Seokjin turns to you, eyes wide and desperate.

“Not now,” he whispers. “Please.”

You stand firm, undeterred. “I’m Seokjin’s friend-” 

And then the man turns his glare on you, and you see it. You smell it. 

A demon.

You can hardly contain your gasp. 

The demon grins. His teeth are unbrushed. “The angel says she’s your friend, Seokjin, and you haven’t told her what you’ve been doing? Who you’ve been talking to. Tut tut.”

Your gaze snaps to Seokjin who looks like he’s about to be sick.

“Told me what?”

“Not now,” Seokjin snaps. 

You’ve never seen him like it, not once in three centuries. Face suddenly hard and unmoving. Not even during your fight about his friend's lack of mortality. The pit in your stomach grows. Something horrible is happening and you can’t figure it out. 

“Go home,” he says, resigned. “We’ll talk later.”

“But it’s Yoongi’s birthday-” you start, but the hard line of Seokjin’s lips tell you your argument is pointless.

“He’s my friend, Angel,” he says, voice raising enough to attract a few looks from the people nearby. “Mine. Not yours. Go.”

Seokjin shouts. Shouts often, in fact. A drama queen if one ever existed. But Seokjin doesn’t shout at you. Not like that. One last wary glance between your friend and the demon at his shoulder, and you’re back at your desk wondering what in Heaven just happened.

723 BC

March 10th. 6:42am. Cold. Uncomfortably so, but perhaps that’s just the vibe in the room.

Seokjin doesn’t notice you’re back. But then he is fast asleep in his chair, several empty bottles at his feet. There’s drool running down his chin.

“Wake up,” you say. The miracle helps him along with stirring. You’re impatient this morning. He blinks awake, and upon seeing you standing above him, he groans.

“M’too drunk for this righnow.”

“Then sober up.”

Seokjin scowls and slurs in an accusatory tone, “you took my miracles, remember? You’ll hav-to wait for me to do it the human way.” He’s very green. “Pass me a bucket won’t you, m’gonna be sick.”

You arch an eyebrow, thoroughly disgruntled, and he groans louder as the alcohol dissipates from his bloodstream.

Now sheepish, Seokjin straightens up awkwardly. He doesn’t look at you.

“I don’t care for the way you treated me last night,” you begin. 

Seokjin nods.

“Yes. Sorry.”

“I also don’t care for your meeting with demons.”

Seokjin shifts awkwardly, rubs at his forehead, but the apology you expected is noticeably absent.

You suck in a breath. “Aren’t you going to explain?”

He nudges one of the bottles on the ground with his toe, watching it turn on its side, letting the silence hang heavy around you.

After a minute, you can’t bear it any longer. “Seok-”

“Can’t you see I’m miserable?” he cuts in. 

You sigh. “Well, yes I had noticed.”

You know it’s been a long time since he’s been home, there’s bound to be some apprehension about returning. But you’ll be there too. You’ve got sway with the committee now that you’ve been “putting in the work” with the banished angels, you can put in a good word for him, get him into a position that gives him more freedom to visit Earth now and then. You explain all this, but Seokjin shakes his head, but apparently that wasn’t a good idea because he holds it in his hands and groans.

“Angel, you don’t get it,” he snaps. “Why would I want to go back? Back to that place where they only give a shit about one corner of the world-”

“That’s not true-” you interject.

“It is true,” Seokjin insists. “The past four-thousand years it’s been Jerusalem this, Jerusalem that. Bethlehem and Jordan and Egypt.”

“They’re great places!”

“Yes, but everywhere else is great too. What makes one place better than the rest? What was the point of making all of this beauty if the one book of any importance doesn’t talk about it? If it’s just going to be gone-” He snaps his fingers. “-in two thousand years. All anyone goes on about is Noah, and Abraham, and Joseph and his stupid fucking coat! What is the point of me? Of us?”

“It’s in the plan-”

“Oh- who cares about a coat? What could the plan possibly say about that?” Seokjin is standing now, red faced and pulling at his hair. “What about these people?” He’s raising his voice again. “These people here? The people on the other side of the world? Where are their stories? Why isn’t anyone writing about them?”

“They will!”

“When?” 

You don’t know. You don’t know anything. 

“When it’s significant!”

“Isn’t everyone significant? Isn’t that the point?”

Yes. Yes and no. They’re obviously significant to each other, but not necessarily in the grand scheme of things. Seokjin doesn’t like that answer. His frown deepens when you suggest his faith is being tested.

“That was the stupidest idea they could’ve come up with,” Seokjin rants. “the notion of testing and tempting. No one can live without breaking one of these ridiculous made up rules or else our souls be damned for eternity. What’s the point? Be miserable for your entire life or be miserable for eternity. Can’t anyone enjoy anything without worrying for their immortal soul?”

“I don’t like this conversation,” you say.

“Of course you don’t,” says Seokjin bluntly. “Makes you uncomfortable, does it? You know I have a point and you don’t like thinking badly of our Heavenly Mother.”

You frown. “I’m not thinking badly of Her. It’s just- I don’t know. I don’t like it when you make me question things. We’re made to obey.” 

Seokjin scoffs. His eyes are so unusually cold. “I don’t want to obey.”

Your breath catches.

“What are you saying?” 

Seokjin hesitates. There’s a moment where you think he won’t say it, but then - “I hate it up there, Angel,” he says, and your throat goes dry and tight and uncomfortable as you remember the way the demon’s tongue rolled around the word angel, how it’s so different from the way Seokjin addresses you. You recognise the demon now, know him for exactly who he is and what he did to your friend. Leviathan, Prince of the Seraphim, tempting mankind and angels alike into heresy.

“You can’t seriously want to join their side?”

Seokjin’s face goes tight. “Of course I don’t. I want to be on my own side.”

There’s a beat of silence. 

You stare at one another.

“I’m not going back,” he says, brows knitting together.

“You have to.” 

“Angel-” he says it gently, with a tenderness so at odds with the way he spoke only moments before. “I can’t. I won’t be a hypocrite.”

“No-” you shake your head, reaching out and taking his hands in yours. He stares at you, confused by your insistence and your tears threaten to spill over. “Seokjin you don’t understand- if you don’t go back, they’ll know, they’ll kill you for defecting-”

“They can’t-”

“They can,” you insist. “Holy fire.”

Seokjin pales. 

“You haven’t got your miracles. You can’t survive it.”

He drops your hands. Sinks into the chair behind him and stares blankly at the wall. 

“Come back when you’re called, Seokjin,” you say, resolute. “For my sake.”

His eyes flit to meet yours. 

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

“It won’t be as bad as you think,” you say desperately, but you don’t know who you’re trying to convince at this point. It might be your home but Seokjin has never liked the way it’s run. But he’ll be safe, and that’s what matters. “I’ll help you.”

Seokjin smiles weakly. “Alright, Angel.” 

“Another thing I don’t care for is the way you’re calling me Angel.”

“Why?”

You reach out, pick a loose thread from the shoulder of his tunic. “It implies we’re too different.”

“Aren’t we different?” he says. 

He’s not looking at you. Instead his absent gaze is turned into the empty fireplace, staring at the ash left over from the night before.

“Not in that sense.”

Seokjin’s lips twist in a way that silently says not yet.

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AAAAA THANK UUUUUU gio's been around the longest (you can see the first ever art i did of him and pakhom back in 2021 here) so he has the most Silly Little Details, but my other noisy boys are also dear to me and i should give them more attention tbh

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FOR THE ASK MEME!!! hmmmmmmmmmmmm. tsuru on primes (and 1, for funsies) (2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23) andddddd kasen on squares (1, 2, 4, 9, 16, 25). Also who's your favourite precure (Laura not inluded)

TSURU!

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

I love characters that are outwardly sociable and cheerful but are actually pretty lonely and self-isolating under the surface - Myu cranks this up several notches and gives him extra trauma, but I think it's there to some extent with any version of Tsuru. Myu in particular also puts him in a situation of taking on far too much responsibility all on his own, putting pressure on himself and being very bad at letting others help him with it, which is delicious. I also love characters who are just kind of, bad at being people and that's a trait all the Heian blades share to varying degrees, I think.

(Also he's really pretty. There's definitely that.)

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

Just, myu!tsuru in general honestly, his arc there has been really, really well done. Okamiya Kurumu is one of the best performers in myu and he knocks it out of the park as Tsurumaru every single time. Also the fact that we have an entire duo musical featuring him and Ookurikara??? WHAT a gift, thank you toumyu. Imagine being a kuritsuru shipper since 2015 and then seven years later (i think?) you find out they're doing that. I can't even imagine.

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

It's probably an unfair comparison because myu Tsuru is so good, and the two stage adaptations try to avoid overlapping arcs, but I do think he's misused (or at least underused) in sute. A lot of the stageplays he's in, he doesn't really seem to have much to do beyond being occasional comic relief which is... ehhh. I don't mind silly Tsuru in light-hearted stuff like Hanamaru, Tsuru shenanigans are fun, but when sute gets good it's REALLY good, and it's just kinda too bad that Tsuru tends to get more surface-level characterization in comparison to some of the others. I REALIZE it's probably an unfair complaint, it's a huge cast and they can't give central roles to every single sword, but still. Sute and Myu just handle their side characters very differently and I prefer Myu's writing in that regard.

(I will give them points for Iden though. Still was mostly a comic relief character in that one, but he and Nankai - who's another fave - getting along like a house on fire, WONDERFUL, and his gasp of delight over getting to set off the bombs is hilarious and adorable.)

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

Probably would always be one of his songs from myu. In this moment, the one that started playing in my head was ZANZOU, which is a banger.

also, Two Shadows from Michihasu, which he doesn't sing, but it's about him (in part), so like. uuuuuu

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

I always go kind of insane over death/grave imagery in fanart of him. ALSO him being portrayed as a sort of little brother to the Sanjous, it's so so cute, and Mikazuki as his older or twin brother figure is my favorite take on their relationship.

11. Would you date this character?

ABSOLUTELY not, I do not have the mental fortitude to handle Tsurumaru's idea of fun date activities, and making Ookurikara jealous feels... unwise. Not gonna risk it.

13. What's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

oh he'd use emojis SO MUCH, and in a completely incomprehensible way. I get the feeling that 💥 and 🎉 would frequently be in play, for emphasis, or just to add excitement. He'd use 💀 a lot and nobody can quite figure out whether it means something good or bad.

17. What's a ship for this character you don't hate but it's not your favorite that you're fine with?

To an extent, I do like mikatsuru, even though I prefer them platonic. The problem is often the Mika characterization tbh I'm just. Not a big fan of top Mika and the way people write "seme Mika" isn't something I generally vibe with.

19. How about a relationship they have in canon that you don't like?

Hmmm I can't really think of any tbh.

23. Favorite picture of this character?

oohhhh man I don't think I can even narrow it down to just one, but shoutout to this artist because their style is SO good and I love how they draw him. I have a couple of their kuritsuru doujins and they're soooo pretty

KASEN!

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

I picked him as my starter knowing basically nothing about him except that he shared a VA with Izumi, and in true saniwa fashion I got Attached. I love his gap moe combination of being all literary and refined, but also full of... well, Kanesada brashness and a hot temper, haha. The way he wants to be known for his association with culture and literature, but the death and violence is also inextricably part of his story, and he has to reconcile those parts of himself as he grows and learns how to be a person... I just think he's so endearing. A wonderful first sword for Haruaki Honmaru!!!

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

the way he haunts the narrative in myu just.... makes me completely insane tbh. it's REALLY good. The way he's never been mentioned by name but we all know the first sword was Kasen - not just process of elimination (even if it's also that lol) but in everything he's left behind, the traditions of his honmaru, the personality of his saniwa who absolutely seems like someone who would've chosen Kasen, the impact he made on the swords who knew him... The oldest sakura tree, tucked away in a quiet part of the garden "like it's shy" ;--; The fact that the sakura trees were his idea in the first place! They gave Sakuranoue some of his lines in Michihasu and it TAKES ME OUT, okay. Whenever they end up mentioning him directly or even having him on stage in myu, it's going to kill me and I will be dead o(--(

oh, oh, and that thread of Tsuru's character arc in datesouki and michihasu about "understanding why people write poems" - god. goddd. I have this strong impression that Kasen and Tsuru butted heads a lot, they have pretty conflicting personalities, and Tsuru after he's gone trying to figure out how to grieve this person he cared about deeply but never completely understood. ok i'm veering away from both Kasen and canon now but IT'S REALLY GOOD OK. MYU IS REALLY GOOD

also, to be fair since I talked shit a bit in Tsuru's section, I loooove tousute Kasen, he's absolutely perfect. The fact that his actor just starts improvising punches when he accidentally breaks his prop sword is so fucking funny and the most Kasen thing ever.

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Maybe it's just proximity because i'm playing it right now, but Kasen in Infinity Nikki would be funny as hell. He'd be living his best life and training to become the Sovereign of Elegant but not making much progress because he's got this bad habit of getting violent over styling contests and that isn't very miyabi of him.

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

Could Kasen be roommates with me, is the question. I am not a tidy person and I think I'd drive him insane. That said, if I could get him doing the cleaning, that might be a pretty sweet deal... I think we would enjoy similar amounts of quiet and solitude and wouldn't get in each other's way.

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

Ookurikara. I don't... really know why it's so popular 😭 I just don't really like shipping Kara with anyone but Tsuru in the first place, but even beyond that I just don't see it tbh. (Seriously, why did this take off? Is it just their antagonism in Hanamaru, because if Kasen having an ostensibly shippable dynamic with someone in ONE adaptation is enough to blow it up then let's all stop sleeping on kasenba who have so much to chew on in toumyu AND a very cute dynamic in hanamaru-- *cough* anyway)

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

When I started playing, I picked him because he shares a VA with Izumi and I liked his design, not knowing anything else about him. I LOVE that he turned out to be one of my faves and that he retroactively made toumyu that much more emotionally harrowing for me personally. Classic touken ranbu experience. I love it.

AND MY FAVORITE CURE is probablyyyy Cure Felice, i love her and her lesbian witch moms and she's SO cute ;u;

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Heyyyy :))))

I adore your writing, and i love how you portray H in all your stories. I wanted to tell you much i appreciate you!!! I'd like to see something ANGSTY, since you do it so so good! And a subrry! I feel like there is not enough good sub H stories! Whatever you decide to write but with these 2 ingredients and a happy ending :)

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