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[wildflowercryptid]

the girls are beefing in the clubroom again. [ og post ]

[hazbinshusk]

blitzø x fem!reader. millie can see it. moxxie can see it. half the imps in hell can see it. but you and blitzø? admit to yourselves you're attracted to each other? please.

but when misfortune hits on a mission, things change. is it for the better?

for 🕰️ anon. 2.8k.

featuring: blitzø typical foul language, sexual references, canon-typical violence, and a shitty avril lavigne reference.

“Y’know, that was actually a pretty good move you pulled back there, Blitzø.” you note as you step back through the portal and back into the familiarity of I.M.P. headquarters. Wiping ash off your cheek with the back of your hand, you drop your weapon unceremoniously onto Luna’s desk as you pass. She barely registers it, picking it up and tossing into the crate behind her without looking up from her phone.

“Saved your ass,” he replies, stretching in a way that suggests he’d just gone for a lengthy stroll than on a murder spree.

“You did not,” you protest indignantly. “I had it handled fine.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh, fuck you, B.” you snipe, accepting the bottle of water Moxxie offers you as he passes. Despite your words, a smile is playing on your lips. One that Blitzø readily returns, his expression warm despite the blood still splattered across his face. “I swear, this is the last time I ever try and give you a compliment. Besides, if you really want to be praised for ‘saving my ass’, maybe you shouldn’t have been the one to fuck up the mission in the first place.”

“Ugh,” he eye-rolls playfully, jumping up to sit on the edge of Loona’s desk. She barely gives him a glance, attention still trained back on her phone. “You wanna ride my dick over it, you better lube up first, tits. ‘Cause I fuck rough.”

“Satan, you’re hot,” you say patronizingly, propping your elbow on the arm of the sofa and resting your chin in your hand. Blitzø grins, leaning forward as his tail flicks back and forth behind him. “Seriously, how have I resisted you for this long?”

“You wanna come to your senses, I’ve got the cuffs and edible underwear in my desk.” He offers jovially, jerking his thumb over his shoulder towards his office door.

“Sir, please!” Moxxie admonishes, appalled. Your phone buzzes in your pocket.

Mills: u 2 need 2 fuck so bad, I’M getting blue balls.

You look up from the screen and roll your eyes at the other imp pointedly, but she just raises an eyebrow at you as she takes a sip of her water. She’s been singing this song for weeks – this idea that you and Blitzø have some big secret yearning for each other. And sure, sometimes you might find yourself staring at him for a little too long… or your cheeks would flush when he looks at you the right way…

But that doesn’t mean you want to fuck him.

You were friends. And that’s fine.

Fine.

“Ohhh, you wanna join us, do ya, Mox? Blitzø taunts. He rubs a hand over his chin as though considering something. “Reckon we could squeeze your tight little ass into a pair of strawberry—”

You cut in before Moxxie can protest further, the shorter imp’s face flushed. “Why the fuck do you have edible underwear in your desk?”

Blitzø shrugs, leaning back on his hands in the picture of nonchalance. His tail flicks behind him. “They came in a three pack. And it turns out feathers and gummy panties don’t mix.”

You wrinkle your nose at the image that puts in your brain. The poor prince.

“I think I’ll pass.”

“Mmm… straight to the point, then.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Bet you taste—”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Blitzø!” Loona groans loudly, rolling her eyes to the ceiling. “Can you fucking not? I shouldn’t have to listen to this shit!”

You give him a poorly supressed grin in response to her outburst, and he winks at you before turning to offer Loona a series of obnoxiously over-the-top apologies, much to the hellhound’s chagrin. You shake your head in amusement as you settle back against the couch, your smile stiffening as you notice Millie staring at you pointedly, arms folded across her chest.

“What?”

“You know what,” she hisses, flicking her eyes meaningfully towards your boss. “Could the two o’ you be any more obvious?”

“Maybe if he was a skater boy,” you mutter under your breath sarcastically, tail tapping against the couch cushion beside you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You roll your eyes as she grabs hold of your wrist and drags you onto your feet and off into the conference room.  Of course, you know exactly what she’s talking about – this has apparently become one of Millie’s favourite topics of discussion for weeks now, no matter how profusely you deny it. You sigh as she closes the door behind you.

“Millie…”

“Don’t you ‘Millie’ me,” she scolds, jabbing a finger into your sternum. “This is silly!”

“You dragging my ass in here?” you shoot back. “Yes, it is.”

“Don’t even try it,” she replies. “When are you two gonna just admit tha’ ya like each other?”

“Mills, we’re not—”

“Oh, please. I ain’t blind. And neither’s Mox. It’s obvious.”

“There’s nothing to be obvious about,” you insist, dropping into your usual seat. Still, you can feel a flush burning through your cheeks. “Besides, he’s my boss.”

“Don’t give me that.” It’s her turn to roll her eyes, her tail waving irritably behind her. “Look, I love you. I love Blitzø. But you’re both fuckin’ idiots if ya think you’re foolin’ anyone! You know Blitzø would fuck you in a heartbeat!”

“Oh, please. He’d fuck a bagel in a heartbeat.” you retort. “We’re just friends. That’s all. Alright?”

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“Sir,” Moxxie says as he follows Blitzø into his office. “When are you going to admit to Y/N that you like her?”

“What’s not to like?” Blitzø replies casually, tossing the weapons he’d used into one of the trunks in the corner. He has two identical ones; the only difference being that one was labelled ‘Wepons of Ass Destrukshun’. “She’s got a smokin’ set of tits and an ass that won’t quit.”

“Sir, that’s not—”

“Oh, come on, Moxx. You might be ‘married’,” he says the word in a mocking tone, as though they’d just traded ring-pops on a whim instead of matrimonial vows. “But you’re not blind.”

“I didn’t—”

He nudges Moxxie in the ribs with his elbow, and the shorter imp shoves him away. Blitzø grins wickedly. “Ooh, is that it? You want me to get all sweaty with her so I can give you all the nasty details? You freaky little pervert! I’m so proud of you!”

“Blitzø.” Moxxie deadpans. “You clearly have feelings for Y/N. And while usually I would lecture you on the inappropriateness of an employer pursuing an employee, you’re, well… you, and I can only expect the bar to go so high.”

“You’re welcome.”

“—All I’m suggesting, sir, is that you’re honest with yourself about those feelings. I think you’ll find—”

“I think yooooou’ll find that if I wanted to hear all about how neat ‘cuddling’ or whatever the fuck is, I’d watch one of those shit-ass hella-novellas Stolas is always ravin’ about.” he replies dismissively. “If she wants to get naked and bounce—”

“Sir.”

“—on my dick like a rodeo whore, then sign me the fuck up.” Blitzø drops into his chair, tucking his arms behind his head and his feet kicked up on the desk in front of him. “But that don’t mean we’ve got anything more between us. So, get your mind back in the gutter and tell me exactly how often you think about gettin’ double teamed by her and your strap-wieldin’ wife while I’m still hard.”

“Blitzø!”

The imp cackles heartily at Moxxie’s aghast tone, loud enough that you can hear him from the other room.

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“Oh, fuck yeah!” Blitzø crows as the battle turns bloody, and you bury your dagger in the chest of the nearest target. “Eat a dick, assholes!”

You laugh breathlessly as Millie seconds his elation with a whoop, tugging the blade out of the body before it can fall and flinging the dagger out to your left, sending it into the eye socket of another human. You run, bending down to swipe your knife free of their skull and using the body as a makeshift springboard. You leap through the air, grabbing a fistful of hair of the next human, and they cry out in pain as you use the hold to swing around them to plant your feet on his chest and bury the blade in his neck.

“Ladies, let’s not get distracted here,” Blitzø calls, and you hear a spray of gunfire from the next room. “If Moxxie gets to kill this target before I get to take a selfie with their bitch-ass crying face, imma be pissed.”

“Then go!” Millie calls back, exhilarated. “We’re right behind you!”

You roll forward as the body falls, wrapping your tail around the handle of the knife and yanking it free again. You land in a crouch, sending the knife flying off into your next target. It hit them in the small of their back and they scream out in agony, and Millie uses her axe to decapitate them before they can even run out of breath.

You reach behind you to tug the other dagger out of the harness on your back, only to freeze when the double barrel of a shotgun swings down to point at you, only inches from your face.

“Well… shit.”

And then pain explodes over the back of your head and you’re unconscious before you hit the ground.

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“Okay…” you groan as you wake up, touching a hand to the back of your head. It comes away sticky with blood. “That hurt.”

You curse as you try to stand and the crown of your head meets metal bars, and you realize you’re surrounded by the stuff. You can feel the cold, smooth expanse of it under your fingers and hugging your shoulders, and you blink until your eyes focus, ignoring the throbbing of the back of your skull.

“Oh, for fuck’s—seriously?!”

You’ve been locked in a dog crate.

“Hey, looks like the little thing is awake,” says a feminine voice, and you wince as torchlight shines directly into your eyes.

“Cut the light, bitch.” you snarl, holding up a hand against it and squinting. You can only make out the shape of the woman, and the other figures behind her. “And I suggest you let me outta here before my friends find you, or… well, you’re gonna die either way, really. So, you know what? Go fucking nuts.”

The cage rocks to the side suddenly as someone’s boot meets the side and you curse as the move knocks you onto your side. “Fuck!”

“Mouthy little beast, ain’t it?”

“Hush up, Jeremy.” the woman replies as a growl rumbles through your chest. “This thing’s gonna make us—”

She breaks off suddenly and you flinch, sprayed with blood as her head explodes.

“Told ya so.”

“Listen here, ass fuckers!” you hear Blitzø snarl, another deafening shot firing into the air. “That’s my fuckin’ girl you’re fuckin’ with! So, unless you want my gun shoved so far down your cock-suckin’ throats you start shittin’ bullets, you better let her the fuck outta there you ugly-ass cunt-fucks!”

“Wh—?”

He barely lets them react before gunfire sounds again, and you hear bodies begin to fall. A smaller figure emerges among the humans, quick and deadly, and you watch as Millie flings herself into the fray, axe-first.

You hear the sound of metal being fumbled with, the padlock on the crate’s door hitting the ground with a thunk before the door swings open. Moxxie hooks a hand around your bicep and pulls you gently out of the cage, helping you to your feet. Your head swims as he does, and you clutch at his arm for balance.

“Thanks, Mox.”

He smiles despite the concern knitting his brow. “Can you walk?”

“Think so,” you reply, letting him lead you away from the carnage his wife and boss are currently wreaking. You can hear Blitzø cursing as something heavy hits the floor. You continue as Moxxie leads you into an alcove and pulls out his phone. “And, uh, Moxxie?”

“Yes?”

“About the dog crate…”

He grins as a portal opens up ahead of you, miming turning a lock in front of his lips. “I won’t say a word.”

“Thanks.”

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You grunt in pain as Blitzø pulls up outside your apartment, the van mounting the gutter and narrowly avoiding the row of trashcans.

“Whoops.” he deadpans, snickering when you flip him off. “You good?”

“I was,” you say pettily, and he rolls his eyes.

“’m serious. I didn’t—”

“I’ll be fine,” you assure him, dropping the icepack you’d taken from the office on the seat beside you. “If I’m going out, it’s not because some bitch-ass human got the drop on me.”

Blitzø smirks before rubbing a hand over the back of his head. “Look, I—”

“I gotta ask you something, B.”

He raises a brow. “If you’re lookin’ for ideas on how you can repay me for savin’ your ass back there—”

“I'm not.”

“Shame.” he shrugs casually. “’Cause if you’re gonna be handin’ out ‘thank you’s’, I’ve got a couple of ideas how you can give me mine. ‘Specially since you’re not complimentin’ me anymore…”

“I bet you do,” you reply dryly. “But can you hold off on the double entendre until after my headache goes away?”

He sighs dramatically. “Always fuckin’ something with you.”

You give a pained chuckle. “I’ll make it up to you later.”

“Ooh,” he draws it out, turning his head from where it rested against the back of the seat to wiggle his eyebrows at you. “Promise?”

“What did I just say?” you sigh, and he sniggers. “Now can I ask my thing?”

He waves a hand towards you by way of permission.

You swallow, fingers curling into your palms against your sudden anxiety. You look at him sidelong, an eyebrow raised. “Soooo… was I concussed, or did you call me your girl back on Earth?”

Blitzø stares at you, eyes wide for a moment before he lets out a coarse laugh that cuts right through you. “Did I—why would I—I mean…”

You sigh, shaking your head. Embarrassment burns in your cheeks and in your chest, and you swallow thickly. “Never mind. Like I said. Concussion.” Unbuckling your seatbelt, your hand curls back around the icepack as you move to shove open the van door with your shoulder. “I’ll see you at—”

You stop as you feel Blitzø’s hand close around your wrist, eyes widening as he pulls you back towards him. You fall against him as he does, his other hand claiming your cheek and his lips finding yours.

Blitzø kisses you roughly but somehow there’s still a sweetness to it, his claws curling in your hair as he slides his tongue into your mouth. His other hand leaves your wrist to clutch at your waist, holding you firmly against him. When your shock finally gives way, you feel yourself melt into the kiss, hands curling in the front of his coat.

You flinch away suddenly when the claws in your hair graze the edge of your wound. “Ow…”

“Fuck, sorry.” he grimaces, white cheek stained with red. “I didn’t—”

Your lips are on his again and Blitzø pulls you closer, urging you up onto his lap. You straddle his waist without breaking away from his mouth, taking his face in your hands. Blitzø groans into your mouth, arms wrapped around your middle to rest his hands on the small of your back. The touch made you shiver, and he felt it, pulling you flush against him so you can feel every inch of his chest and stomach pressed against yours.

“Blitzø…” you mumble his name into his kiss, one hand smoothing over the spikes at the back of his head, and when you grind your hips into his, Blitzø moans, bucking his hips up into—”

“SHIT!” he shouts, breaking away from your mouth in alarm as your back meets the steering wheel and the horn blasts, too loud. “Fuckin’ ASS!”

You snort a laugh, letting your head fall forward to bump your forehead against his shoulder. Blitzø smiles despite himself, and you feel his hand slide over your spine, smoothing between your shoulder blades.

“Fuckin’ loud ass—”

You shake your head against his shoulder, still chuckling.

“Finally make a fuckin’ move and the shitass—”

“Blitzø.” you interrupt, straightening to meet his eye. “…D’you wanna come upstairs?”

He swallows, his tail twitching slowly beside you. “Okay.”

[plushiebi]

:/

[supper-ansuta-broth]

Shu is the only of the Eccentrics that fears frogs.

(VERY ROUGH translation: "Non! Don't you dare frighten me!")

[corallapis]

Miles Maitland and some real-life inspirations for his character.

The reference to “Miles Malpractice” and his Edwardian brougham suggests a nod toward Stephen Tennant, and Tennant made the identification himself. In fact, “Miles Malpractice” is a refinement of later editions. His original, cast aside after complaints, was “The Hon. Martin Gathorne-Brodie,” a composite of three notoriously flamboyant ornaments of the scene, Martin Wilson, Eddie Gathorne-Hardy and Paddy Brodie. Certainly Miles’s vocal style […] seems closest to Gathorne-Hardy. — D. J. Taylor, Bright Young Things

[clockbreadcroi]

(oc x canon) waltz

[croisstime-gf]

They’re so tiny. Just so small compared to me. I can pick them up and cuddle both of them in my arms whenever I want. Just surprising Croissant with a big hug and hearing her adorable little squeak, and giving Timekeeper a little nuzzle and watching her nuzzle back into me.

Putting them on my lap is super easy. I can have both of them just napping away while I do whatever. And holding their tiny little hands, seeing Croissant’s small little ponytail wag or poking Timekeeper’s big fluffy ball of hair, it’s amazing. I love them. Our love transcends even species barriers.

[funky-sea-cryptid]

i took it upon myself to compile all the fics my wife @t-f-t and i wrote here, and make it look at least a little pretty :>

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Noli Me Tangere

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rating: mature

dead dove, do not eat! remember to read the tags!

length: 210k words

status: completed (28/02/23)

summary:

Magnus Zogratis has never found solace in the extranatural. The war of his kingdom against Clover has been going for as long as he can remember, and even isolated as he is, he knows that they call him a devil. But the devils are not the enemy. The Holy is what must be denigrated, and to survive in House Zogratis, one must know who God is.

A failed paladin has few options, and a failed paladin is not human. It's a lesson the bird learns almost as soon as he's brought to life. The false god who claimed to resurrect him says that he was nothing before this, but the bird is aware this is not true. After all, if he was nothing, why is the real god haunting his dreams?

Noli me Tangere, for Caesar's I am. And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.

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The Awful Edges Where You End

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rating: mature

length: 62k words

status: completed (02/06/23)

summary:

Seven years after he gained a gruesome gift that he didn’t want, Yami Sukehiro moves from a temp job in San Francisco into a broken-down estate in Maine. It’s expensive and busted to hell, but it’s a place that finally, finally seems empty.

This kind of story only goes one way.

Watch to see if the silverware has turned black. Watch to see if the table has begun to rot. If the blood from the wall starts to glisten like oil and decay, the door will be lost to you, and you will be left with nothing but your sins to contend with.

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The Blood of Both is my Limbo

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rating: mature

dead dove, do not eat! remember to read the tags!

length: 210k words (as of 09/06/24)

status: incomplete (as of 09/06/24)

summary:

The Black Bulls, save their captain and vice captain, have been missing for months.

Sing praise to the Lord, you His godly ones, and give thanks to His holy name.

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Movement Tethys

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rating: mature

length: 76k (as of 26/07/24)

status: incomplete (as of 26/07/24)

summary:

Witches are the only living creatures that can do magic, but power always comes in exchange for a terrible cost.

Lucius Zogratis is running from his own mortality. His son falls into a river.

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[postmortemlover]

i don’t deserve all that, but thank you my dear 🖤

[petals-and-all]

[ Siffrin (In Stars and Time ) Doodles ]

Here you go ! Thank you so much for your patience and request !

[tnoy-karaxis-devotee]

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His most loyal devotee.

She/they/it/he pronouns, if you must refer to me.

I made this blog to make it easier for it to communicate with me, if he needs or wants to. And, as a place to use for my devotion.

You may ask me questions, if you wish.

OOC BOUNDARIES: Please don’t role play with me if you’re under 13, no NSFW and no shipping!

@stuck-in-the-box :) made her

[wildflowercryptid]

some recent doodles of the kitakami kids from my sketchbook!

[hazbinshusk]

okay so this one could be a shot in the dark…. but maybe blitz catches some sort of flu that isn’t awful, but it’s bad enough that he should stay home, and reader has to practically pull him away from the door so that he doesn’t go to work -🕰️

🕰️ anon back again with another sweet request. combined with a kiss prompt because they tickled my brain together.

prompt #40: an impulsive kiss.

“For fuck’s sake, Blitz, go back to bed.” you groan, getting up from where you were sitting cross-legged on the floor. The imp has clambered up off the couch, stumbling and swearing as the blankets you’d heaped on him tangled around his legs. He lands face down on the floor, cursing into the carpet. “Fucking… damn it, Blitz!”

You grab his arm and haul him to his feet, far gentler than your tone would have suggested. He shoves you off, only to fall into a fit of overly-dramatic sneezes. Rolling your eyes, you lead him back to the couch and force him back down onto it.

Loona had texted you early that morning to ask you to keep an eye on the imp – he was out with some kind of flu, and with work piling up at the office, she was needed to use the grimoire. You, on the other hand… Moxxie and Millie could handle it without you.

“’m fuckin’ find,” Blitzø gripes, shaking off your arm.

“Uh-huh,” you reply dryly, handing him the cold medicine you’d brought with you. “Clearly, if you’re pronouncing it ‘find’.”

He glares at you, refusing to accept the bottle. You roll your eyes again, setting the medication aside. “The fuck are you here for?”

“Because Loona asked me to be,” you say simply, sitting on the coffee table in front of him. “Now, will you get some rest? Please?”

Blitzø stares blankly at you for a few moments before he blinks and shakes his head. “I gotta go to work.”

Before you can react, he’s clambering over the back of the couch, and you sigh as his foot catches on his tail and he falls back onto the floor with a thump. How the same man you’ve seen effortlessly slaughter how many humans now could be so damn clumsy in his own home, you have no goddamn idea.

“You can’t go to work,” you argue, rounding the couch as he’s pulling his coat on over the t-shirt and boxers he slept in. “Blitz, you’re head is so stuffed full of crap right now that it just took you like, two full minutes to process the question I asked you. You can not be going on a job today.”

“Oh, puh-lease,” he says, his attempt at swagger ruined when he wipes his nose on his sleeve. He's still barefoot, and makes no move to find his boots before reaching for the door. “I can do this murder shit blindfolded and with my dick crammed down someone’s throat, I don’t need—”

He breaks into a coughing fit.

“Okay, your weird sexual fantasies aside—”

“Lemme go!” he tries to shake off your arm as you grab it, pulling him away from the door. “Christ on a fuckin’ stick, bitch, I’m not si—”

You sigh, grab him by the shoulder and a horn and shove him back against the door, your lips meeting his before you can talk yourself out of it. Blitzø’s hands are still raised in shock for a few moments before you feel them lower and he’s pressing himself against you and into the kiss.

Your face is burning when you pull away, but your heart flutters slightly despite yourself when you notice him lean forward slightly, eyes still closed, as though to chase your lips. He blinks a few times dizzily, confusion breaking through the foggy look in his eyes.

Then, he coughs once and grins, all fang and snide self-confidence. “Fuckin’ knew you wanted me.”

You try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you feel his tail against the side of your thigh, pointing at the couch. “Yeah, yeah. You want that to happen again, you go and fucking nap, mister.”

“Ooh, never took you for a mommy domme, tits.” he says teasingly, and you curse under your breath. He snickers, coughing again as he passes you obediently. At least the kiss had been a shock enough to him to temporarily distract him from work.

“Oh, for the love of fuck, Blitz, I’m not.”

“Ohhhhh, so you wanna be the good girl for me then, huh?” he drops onto the couch, and you follow him around. He sits with his legs spread, and he pats his lap invitingly. “I can handle that.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes, instead bending over to bring yourself eye to eye with him. His gaze drops for a second down to your cleavage before returning to your face, and he leans in slightly for a kiss. You grab hold of one of his horns, stopping him in place. You were betting that he was so out of it that he wouldn’t even remember this conversation later, but still, you have to force yourself not to blush as you speak.

“Sure, you can, baby. But you wanna fuck around, I’m gonna need you to get better first.” you tell him, letting your eyes fall down over him suggestively before returning to his face. “Because before you get that dick of yours wet, I’m gonna need to find out what that tongue can do. And if you cough while you’re going down on me, I will kill you myself. Okay?”

Blitzø stares at you wide-eyed for a moment; long enough for you to wonder if any of what you just said actually made it through his flu-addled brain. Then he laughs, falling back against the couch. “Fuck, you’ve got a slutty mouth on you.”

“You have no idea,” you shoot back, tossing the medication into his lap. “Now, take a nap, damn it.”

“And then I get to fuck you?” he asks, then shrugs. He sneezes, his voice comes out gummy and thick with the flu. “Hell yeah.”

He unscrews the cough medicine and throws his head back, and you scramble to wrestle the bottle away from him before he can put himself into some kind of cough-syrup-induced coma.

“No! Fuck—Blitz, it doesn’t fucking work that—fuck!”

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[drdtnsfw]

Areden, suggestive only. Please do not repost to another site! Mod Mai will post these to ao3 for easy access at another date, Please do not repost to another site, or claim any writing the mods make as your own!

Eden didn’t like blue at first. The color is… it’s vast. Cold. It’s rare everywhere else, but look towards the sky and the sea, and that’s all you see. 

It feels like it will swallow you up.

But Arei isn’t suffocating. In fact, blue might just be a very cute color. She feels like she’s being coaxed in as Arei’s thighs push against her head, and Eden drinks in the ocean, the waves, and its warmth.

The song of the sea isn’t cold at all; praise and love is all Arei ever wants. Eden can do that.

-Mod Mai

[supper-ansuta-broth]

Natsume didnt come home. Three eccentrics scouts in a row. Fun fucking enstars fact i am in pain and every day I wake up

[corallapis]

Sir John Lavery, Sutton Courtenay (Summer on the River), 1917.