#ANYWAY I HOPE THESE ARE GOOD FOR YOU ANGEL!!!!

[moonstruckme]

hi mae!! how are you? i hope you're doing fine i was actually wondering if you are up for writing another prince!sirius x princess! reader? you wrote the last one so beautifully it got me thinking if the reader was getting extremely bored by all the suitors approaching her at a ball and being forced to dance with all of them when sirius notices it and snatches her away from them and starts dancing with her on his own and they are just caught having a moment in front of everyone? i would love for you to write it!! anyways love your writing and i hope you have a good day<33 lots of love

Thanks for requesting and for being so patient angel! Lots of love back!!

prince!Sirius x princess!reader ♡ 1.3k words

In all your time since becoming a princess, you don’t think you’ve felt so thoroughly perceived as you do now. Stepping and slow-turning in the middle of the ballroom, with a throng of suitors each waiting for their turn, it seems an undeniable certainty that every bead of sweat forming along your hairline is being caught by the light of the multiple chandeliers and discussed among your spectators. 

It doesn’t help that the man you’re dancing with now is squeezing your hand like he wants to break it. 

“Oh,” you gasp, as you’re dipped so low your foot nearly slips. 

Your would-be groom tightens his hold around your middle. “Don’t worry,” he says, flashing a self-assured smile. “I’ve got you.” 

“Right,” you laugh breathily. You think you’ve twinged something in your back. “Sorry. Thank you.” 

This is about the ninth bachelor you’ve been partnered with tonight. Despite whisperings of yours and Sirius’ courting, the princess dancing with every eligible suitor who asks is tradition at this particular ball. You’ve been spun about, tripped, showboated, and scrutinized in every way imaginable. Your only solace is the promise that you’ll be allowed to wear slippers for the rest of the weekend. 

“Excuse me.” 

You never seem to spot Sirius before he does you. His voice hardly surprises you anymore, though; you relax automatically at its silken familiarity. 

You finish your turn to find him there waiting. Debonair as always in a well-fitting suit and with a glint you wonder if only you can discern in his cunning eyes. You smile, your partner frowns. 

“May I cut in?” Sirius asks. 

“I have her for the rest of the dance,” your partner responds. 

You remind yourself to appear pleasant, but Sirius’ eyebrow raises. “Her Highness isn’t something to be had, but you’ve engaged her for two dances already. It’s time to bow out.” 

It seems a rude dismissal, but maybe this is the sort of thing princes can get away with. Your partner relinquishes his death-grip on your hand and back, stepping away with a stiff incline of his head. You bow back as you’d rehearsed. 

Sirius takes your hand so gently, it’s like he knows the torture it endured. You could almost cry at the warm press of his hand against your back, guiding you through the steps instead of yanking you through them. 

“Hi,” he says softly. “Sorry I’m late. You look beautiful.” 

“So do you.” You find yourself matching his tone, as you often do. Sirius has many moods, and as you’ve gotten to know him better you find yourself mimicking him more often and more comfortably. When he teases, you tease him back; when he’s sincere, you offer the same; and when he flirts, well…you’re still working on that one. He’s a good deal bolder than you are. “What kept you?” 

“Oh, mumsie wanted to have a fit before we left.” He says it dismissively, casting the whole thing off with a minute roll of his eyes. “It’s practically tradition before big to-dos like this.” 

Your answering smile is rueful. You aren’t quite sure of Sirius’ family situation, but you’ve pieced together that it’s far from ideal. He doesn’t seem to like talking about it. 

“I’m glad you made it,” you say. “I owe you a ton for getting here when you did.” 

Sirius’ lips tug. “Yeah? Are your feet getting tired, lovely?” 

You aren’t sure how much to say with so many other pairs dancing around you, but your expression must say something for you. Sirius tsks sympathetically.

“We could fake an injury,” he suggests, leaning close to your ear. “You clutch your ankle, and I sit us down with a bag of ice for the next half hour.” 

You smile. It’s tempting. “Might not have to fake it,” you confess in a whisper. “I’m a little worried there might be blood pooling in the toe of my shoe from how many times it’s been stepped on.” 

Sirius pulls back, looking down at where your feet barely poke out of your dress with a frown. “Really? If you’re hurt, we should—” 

“No, it’s fine. Sorry, I was joking. I think.” You shrug, sheepish. “My toes have gone numb, I wouldn’t really know either way.” 

Sirius relaxes. “Oh. Poor thing, how long have you been at it?” 

“Well, the ball started at seven…” 

“Mhm.” 

“And the dancing started at about seven-oh-five.” 

He laughs, the sound soft and commiserative. “That is awful. They’re breaking you in more aggressively than those shoes, hm?” 

“Aggressive feels like the right word, yeah.” 

The music swells. You ready yourself for a spin, but Sirius doesn’t twirl you like he’s supposed to. He guides you neatly into the next steps, saving you from having to turn on your exhausted feet. 

“You must be tired,” he says. “Sure you don’t want to claim injury? I can pretend to stumble over your feet.” 

You cast a glance at your grandmother. She’s seated, with two courtiers standing at her side, her posture perfect and the crown on her head glittering in the light. All of them are watching you anxiously. 

“Thanks,” you say, “but I don’t want to cause a scene. I’m feeling better now that you’re here, anyway.” 

Sirius palm rubs over your lower back. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah. This is perfect, Sirius. Thanks so much for helping me out. I know you don’t have to.” 

He tsks. “‘Course I do.” 

You expect him to go on; course I do, because we’re supposed to look like we’re courting or course I do, because everyone is watching. But Sirius doesn’t say anything else. He leaves it right there. 

“Okay, then,” he says after a minute. “If you want to keep dancing, then I’ll keep dancing with you. You won’t have any more toes bloodied tonight if I can help it.” 

You look at him, amused. “You just told my last partner he had to leave because he had more than two dances with me.” 

“I did. If he wanted to have more, he should have held his ground. I can’t really help who has backbone and who doesn’t, doll.” 

“But now you’re going to do the same thing?” 

“That’s right.” He tilts his head down so his hair falls like a curtain around his face, eyes getting that glint again. “Is that a problem?” 

You bite your lip to suppress a smile. “No. No problem.” 

“Lovely.” 

Sirius continues leading you through the dances, so natural you don’t even have to think about the steps yourself. Occasionally one of you will whisper some comment about a noteworthy hat or an interesting discussion going on at one of the tables, but for the most part you sway together in comfortable silence. Sirius’ thumb drags heavy over your back. You’re so tired you have to keep reminding yourself not to yawn. 

You’ve lost track of how many songs have passed by the time you catch your grandmother’s eye by accident. It’s her stare, along with the buzz of conversation that reaches your ears, which alerts you to the fact that your head has somehow come to rest on Sirius’ shoulder. 

You must look awfully cozy. His hand splayed familiarly over your back, your other hands clasped together, moving sleepily as though you’re in a world all your own. You take in a quiet breath. 

Sirius' chin bumps your forehead. “What is it?” 

You feel as though you’ve been caught. You’ve revealed more than you meant to, exposed some dark secret, bared yourself for everyone here to see. It takes you a moment to remember they’re actually seeing exactly what you want for them to: you and Sirius, falling in love. 

That has to be why Sirius hasn’t pulled away. He’s playing the part, and he likely assumes you are too. Keeping other suitors away, keeping your families in negotiations, keeping him here. That’s what you’re supposed to be doing. 

“Nothing,” you murmur. 

“You sure?” 

“Mhm.” You shift slightly, feeling the material of his suit jacket against your cheek, but you don’t lift your head. “Your feet must be getting tired now, too. We can stop, if you want.” 

“What, and leave you to the wolves?” You can hear the smile in Sirius’ voice. His thumb strokes over your spine, sending goosebumps racing all the way up to your neck. “Don’t insult me, gorgeous. I can do this all night.”

[deathofacupid]

L7 MENTIONED?!? wait im so glad u liked it im kinda giggling and blushing…. me when one of my fav mooties approves…. 😼❤️😻😻😍😍

i started apothecary diaries last night and i finished season one 5 minutes ago (24 WHOLE ASS EPISODES!!!!) i bet rotted sewwww hard today oopsies hehehe i hope ur day was good beloved mootie🤞🏼🤞🏼🤞🏼🤞🏼

i rock wit L7 ‼️ kissing ur toes for the rec rn. and yes that show looks good and im putting it on my tbw list for YOU 😼🫵

my day was pretty good better now that im home and get to answer moot asks 👩‍❤️‍👩

[ruffboijuliaburnsides]

who wants a bit more of false angel grian au? As always, thank you to @greenekangaroo for their fantastic worldbuilding that I am very much cribbing from.

-

It wasn't that there weren't strange happenings on the regular, on Hermitcraft. It was just that the strange happenings usually originated from the Hermits themselves, as they had a whitelist and a very strong (unnaturally strong, some might say) firewall. So the full-server shiver that went through every one of them as the firewall was breached, the green crack in the night sky and the shooting star that fell from it into the shopping district, that was something a bit beyond their usual shenanigans.

Bdubs, naturally, didn't notice, as he was sound asleep. A few of them woke briefly, but settled back down before they could notice anything was wrong.

Everyone else was messaging Xisuma, or Hypno, or Cub, trying to figure out what, precisely, had just happened, and if they should be worried about it.

Just stay where you are for now, we're looking into it, Xisuma said to everyone who messaged him.

We should grab Imp and Skizz, Cub messaged the admin group chat as they tried to organize any kind of response. They're good in a pinch and they're probably the most likely to know what our visitor is.

Get em, Hypno responded immediately. I'm too far out to be any good.

Me, Cub, Impulse, and Skizzleman will be the welcoming committee, Xisuma told them. It looks like whatever it was crashed behind Scar's sand shop. We'll meet at the shopping district portal and go from there.

Sure thing, see you there, Cub responded, then fell silent as he focused on corralling Imp and Skizz.

-

The four of them were convened a lot quicker than Xisuma had expected, though the worried looks on Impulse and Skizz's faces (and the armor they'd clearly donned before coming) were an easy enough explanation for their promptness.

"Do we know what happened yet?" Impulse asked immediately upon getting in range of Xisuma.

"Just that something broke through our firewall and landed by Scar's sand shop," Xisuma said, pointedly not wringing his hands anxiously about it.

"Which means it's something powerful," Cub added. "And probably something old."

"Something like us," Skizz clarified. Cub nodded. "Right, guess that means we're up, Dippledop."

"Just what I was hoping for in the middle of the night this week," Impulse mumbled grumpily, clearly having been woken up to deal with this. "Full demon mode, you think?"

"Maybe at first, anyway," Xisuma replied. "Just in case."

"I hear you, X." Impulse's form stretched and grew - not too much in height or width, precisely, but in bulk, his horns lengthening and his skin yellowing. He rolled his shoulders and settled into the form he took so rarely these days, before grinning viciously. "Right. Let's do this."

-

They had honestly been expecting a fight. Not even a fight to protect the server, but at the very least a fight of panicked self-defense from their intruder. What they got instead was a rather small man dwarfed by the three pair of wings that curled weakly around his battered form. Xisuma started to relax, before noticing Impulse and Skizz were both on high alert, staring at the small still body in the crater below them.

"That's an angel," Impulse growled immediately. "Skizz."

"No he's not, Dip," Skizz replied immediately, frowning. His wings were still mantled, his sword still held at the ready, but he seemed confused rather than anything that would make more sense to the people around him. "He looks like one, even feels like one a little, but it's... off, somehow. I can't feel him the way I'd be able to if he were actually an angel."

"I mean, does it really matter?" Cub asks. "Same possible danger levels, if it could break through the firewall, and you both still peg it as mostly an angel."

"Technically I have no idea what his power level's like," Skizz clarifies. Impulse growls, low in his chest, anxious and protective. "But probably he's not quite at angelic power levels, actually. If he pings as almost an angel, he's probably what's left of someone's attempt to make angels for themselves. And I've never heard of any of those projects being successful."

"Successful enough one of them crash landed on Hermitcraft," Impulse points out.

"I hate to say it, buddy, but that's not necessarily that big of a deal, depending on what happened," Skizz retorted. "Like, the firewall's great against intentional intrusions, but I knew a bunch of other third circles who could've done this if they were in panic mode."

"Well that's not disconcerting at all," Cub commented casually. Impulse snorted.

"I mean, there really aren't any more third circles to try, to be fair," Skizz pointed out.

"We should probably at least check and see he's still alive?" Xisuma suggested.

"Right, we'll get down there," Impulse said, jumping down into the crater with Skizz close on his heels. Once they were both down there, he did let Skizz take point, if reluctantly, as their guest was clearly closer to an angel than anything else they were familiar with. Skizz took a long moment, assessing the state of their guest's wings, trying to connect properly as angels should be able to.

"It's like we're speaking different languages, but on the same radio frequency," he murmured to Impulse. "I got no idea where he's from, but he's out like a light. We should probably get him in a bed."

Impulse looked over the very wide wingspan of all three pair of wings, and sighed wearily. "You get him, I'll get the wings," he said.

-

They carry him to Cleo's Kitty Cafe, and hope that when he wakes, he won't try to destroy them all.

[urara-ra]

Urara could sense there was something going on in Ren's mind but he didn't know what it was. And he wouldn't ask about it as to not be too nosey or overstep boundaries. He simply hoped it wasn't anything too bad. Luckily the other didn't deem lost in thought for too long, seeing his expression soften caused a sense of relief in the angel. At least the other's thoughts didn't seem bad enough to fully sour his mood.

The small pause in the other's words made Urara tilt his head to the side but as the dentist continued to speak his face turned bright red and he had to avert his gaze. Just thinking about Ren reading explicit genres brought images to his mind that felt like he shouldn't be thinking about. Urara shook his head, almost as if he tried to physically shake the thoughts away. But they lingered just a moment too long in his mind for him to fully ignore them. The angel clicked his tongue and rubbed his face, leaving it even more red. "You tease." He mumbled but wasn't mad at all, rather now that the initial response was over he was amused. For a while he had actually forgotten that demons tended to be rather playful. And Ren probably was no exception to that rule despite his usual calmness. "For experience or for inspiration?" His voice was quiet but not any less teasing than Ren's.

He made a mental note that the dentist liked drinking Americanos, always making a conscious effort to remember what his friends liked. But he'd also try to remember the other drinks he mentioned. "My favorite? I like just plain coffee, without sugar or milk. If I want to indulge in a sweet drink I go for a mocha as well. But they're a rare treat for me. And during the summer I like iced coffee."

A happy hum left his lips when he was handed a plate of food. He sat down and had a small bite of the food after blowing on it to cool it slightly. "Thanks for the food.~" While technically there was nothing special about the food it tasted a lot better than if he had made it alone at home. Probably due to the company he had while cooking. "It's really good!" He praised the other as he was the one who did most of the work.

However when Ren didn't sit down to eat with him he couldn't help a smile and soft giggle. The angel was the exact same, he couldn't stand all sorts of messes and would always clean things immediately. The smile the other showed him caused another soft blush on the angel's cheeks and he was happy that the dentist turned around so he wouldn't see it. There was no denying that Urara liked seeing Ren's smile, especially when he smiled like that. Everything about this scene felt so warm and almost a little intimate to the angel. He quietly and slowly ate his food, he would have helped but he had a feeling that Ren wouldn't have allowed that anyway. While he was eating he couldn't help but peek at the dentist from time to time, it was just so mesmerizing to watch him move around while he was tidying up.

“I had such an exhausting day today, having roughly 10 patients. What about you?”

"Patients? What do you do for a living? Are you a kind of doctor?" he wondered and tilted his head to the side. "My day was uneventful, which means I got to relax a little and practice my drumming skills. Ah, I'm a drummer, that's why. Would you like to get some food or a coffee to help you relax a little after your exhausting day?"

[teddybeartoji]

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i’m on the hunt for nsfw jjk art, do you have any recs? could be on any platform :)

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[sygneth]

"The Fall of the Starmaker"

[jinstronaut]

plaidkook, for @jiniekook happy birthday, san! ♡♡♡ (cr. dwellingsouls)

[cheriboms]

a wizard and her kitten 🔮

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Chapter 110 is 13 pages long welcome to hell!!! so in a lot of ways this is just more fuel for a theory that I've had for a few weeks now, that's only gotten stronger with each recent season 5 episode, which is that the last episode of the season is gonna end on 110, and that Asagiri/Harukawa and Bones have been collaborating to make this happen, specifically because it's a major turning point that would be the only good place to end the season on.

When we started getting especially long chapters again (like from 25-35ish pages, with the exception of 107.5, the last two being some of the longest we've ever had), at first I just assumed that Asagiri/Harukawa got freed up from some other obligations they'd been having to cause the extremely short/half chapters, like promotional stuff for the anime/Beast movie, or working on light novels. But then 109 happened, with the "supposed" death of Dazai, and heavy emphasis at the end on how literally everyone is at their lowest point right now, and I got to thinking. 11 episodes is a strangely specific number for an anime season -- why not 12, or 13, or even 10, like you'd usually see? Why have we gotten suddenly gotten two 35 page chapters out of nowhere, that's almost unheard of at this point? They're both beautiful chapters, don't get me wrong (as always), and maybe A/H simply just didn't want to cut them in halves because they felt like the full emotional impact wouldn't hit/that there were no good cutoff points in them, but you can't deny that it's surprising, after all the shorter chapters we've been getting. Why has the anime been going at such insanely breakneck pacing for the most part ever since around the Sunday Tragedy chapters, even more so than it has in the past? So much so that it feels dangerously close to overtaking the manga?

Well, maybe, just maybe, it's because..... Asagiri decided a long time ago that whatever happens in 110 is the only point that feels "season finale"-worthy enough, in an arc that still isn't anywhere close to being completely wrapped up, and so both the manga and the anime have been specifically coordinated to reach that part within 2 and a half weeks of each other?

I've seen a lot of people now think season 5 will end with 109, and as much as my sadistic side would find that hilarious, I honestly don't think they'd do that and realistically don't want it to happen; it'd be so cruel to cliffhanger the anime for years like that, and just doesn't feel like a season cliffhanger BSD would do, a series that is ultimately hopeful and uplifting. Seasons 2 and 3 had a positive, conclusive ending; the only reasons seasons 1 and 4 didn't was because they're technically not really full seasons of their own, and are more like the first cour of another "season" that also came out that same year (seasons 1 and 2 both aired in 2016, so they're more like one big season, and seasons 4 and 5 have both aired this year, so they're also more like one big season, again taking into account how episodes 12 and 50 are not satisfying finales like episodes 24, 37, and hypothetically, 61, are). I really can't see season 5 ending with Dazai and Fukuzawa's supposed deaths, Sigma being unconscious and maybe close to death, Atsushi being vulnerable and limbless again, everyone we love still vampires, and the entire world being basically doomed; that's just too depressing and not like BSD at all. However, having said that, if it doesn't end there, there really isn't any good place to end the season before that, either, that feels in any way satisfying or like a finale at all. And so, to me, that only leaves after 109: chapter 110.

I think things are really gonna turn around next chapter. Like I said, everyone is at their lowest point right now, it cannot possibly get any worse, the framing of Dazai, Fukuzawa, and sskk at the end of 109 is telling us that; this is the time for the heroes to finally start winning again, with Aya being so close to pulling out the sword, and for all the thematic reasons other people have talked about to death that I don't need to go into here again. This upcoming chapter being so short again makes a part of me wary of 110 being "the one", so to speak, I won't lie, but at the same time, it's very possible that it needs to be that short because that's all the final episode of the season will be able to reasonably fit in, since it's already gonna be VERY close if they do make it all the way to 109. And at the end of the day, I don't doubt at all that Asagiri and Harukawa can make these the most monumental and game-changing mere 13 pages ever if they wanted to; a chapter does not at all need to be extremely long in order to be an important and impactful one, even if short ones we've gotten in the past haven't felt the most important.

An additional thought I've had, though this is much more crack territory than all this already is, is that since we know from Anime Expo that a Stormbringer movie at some point is highly likely (judging from Asagiri's reaction when someone brought it up), it's possible that chapter 110 and thus the final episode will involve the long-anticipated return of Verlaine and/or Adam, or at least some other major reference to Stormbringer, that would naturally and smoothly lead into a Stormbringer movie to explain things to people who haven't read the novel. It would make a lot of sense, especially since the s4 OP has the Old World sign behind Chuuya, which might be a hint that this has been in the works ever since seasons 4/5 were first in planning with Asagiri. We also know that Dazai and Chuuya's voice actors apparently struggled to record their lines together this season, which probably relates to 101 and possibly 109, but it could be 110 too.... I could be very wrong, as I'm no expert on this kind of thing, but I kinda doubt they would bring Chuuya's actor in for just the vampire growls, and Asagiri placing heavy emphasis on Chuuya's importance this season in that one interview gives me the impression that he's talking about much more than just 101/109. But that's the least solid evidence I have, that's just mostly based on vibes I get.

So basically, I think a lot of factors -- the unusual episode count, how close the anime is to catching up to the manga with three whole episodes left, the seemingly arbitrary recent chapter lengths, and the climactic events of 109 -- can tell us that 110 might be a very, VERY big deal. Again, there's of course no way this arc is anywhere near close to being finished, with so much left to address and resolve, but since it is currently incomplete in the manga, unlike the previously adapted arcs, if the anime was going to adapt it at all, they'd have to find a place that feels satisfying enough to end this season, knowing there won't be more anime for a long time after this, and so I think they specifically planned for that, from both Bones' and A/H's sides. 10 episodes might not have been enough to reach that point, but 12 or 13 might have been too many it wouldn't have been if Bones actually decided to slow down and let the story breathe the way it needs to, but this post isn't meant to criticize the anime, so maybe 11 was just right. And maybe Asagiri and Harukawa specifically pushed to make recent chapters longer than usual, in order to make sure that the manga reached the story content in 110 the monthly release right before season 5 was to end.

Is this just copium? Absolutely. Am I going to look like an absolute clown in two days when this post ages like milk? Probably. But the evidence is There, so let me just enjoy my delusions until Sunday, okay 🥂🫡

[gothsuguru]

coughs up blood as i drag myself to your doorstep …………… kairo i’m so fucking late i’m sorry but i NEED to know about capture the sting of his venom. i need to. or else i’ll die . the mice need your cult!geto crumbs so bad just the title of this alone lets me know i’ll crash out 💔💔💔💔 hopefully no one has asked about it yet ….. sobs …………. what is the premise what is the dynamic how awful is he on a scale from one to ten 🎤🎤🎤

ALSO buzzcut season 🥺🥺 plspls ….

(^ me breaking into ur inbox) (pouring you a cup of hot chocolate and sitting you down in front of the fireplace as snow falls from the sky outside our cozy apartment…… btw ☕️❄️)

ARI DO YOU KNOW I WOULD DIE FOR YOU……. i am squeaking at the mice w joy they are my Friends <333 BUT OMFG LET ME GET INTO THESE HEHEHE TYSM FOR ASKING ABT THEM BELOVED 🙂‍↕️🩷

OKAY SO . capture the sting of his venom is about cult leader!geto (obviously……. who’s gonna be as venomous as him </3) and his unwillingness to fall in love with a nonsorcerer……. yet one day at his compound, reader walks in with the most dangerous curse attached to them. i think suguru takes in reader as a “favor” but he very clearly only wants them for their curse! but over time i think he finds himself… feeling human? enamored? it’s a push and pull within himself so he outwardly expresses his hatred and whatnot to reader — and that ties into the “sting of his venom” ((but deep down… he feels something that he hasn’t felt in a Long time for reader)) but who knows if reader even reciprocates bc of how he’s acted… idk i have to plan/plot this one out more but 🙂‍↕️ he’s also silly at times in this bc he very Clearly doesn’t need to be around reader/surround himself w reader but sometimes he’ll just stomp angrily to where reader is reading a book or some shit & he’s crossing his arms and side eyeing them w daggers while huffing brattily until reader gives him attention </3 and then immediately says “what’re YEW 🫵🏼 looking at 😒” when they finally look at him . bratty cringe cult boy *cue his furious blushing*

AND RAHHHHHHH buzzcut season is actually inspired by lorde’s song & the premise of the song is this:

and this reminds me SO much of a young suguru & jujutsu society as a whole! so i think this is gonna be abt 1st year suguru and reader and the young recklessness of his youth — almost like the calm before the storm type beat? i want it to be Drenched with youth & nostalgia! and there’s a prompt list that kit rb’d with a prompt of “a fresh buzzcut, pink bubblegum, and rolling tobacco” that reminds me soooooo much of suguru <3 i think juxtaposing the beauty & youth & naïveté & excitement of youth vs the violence & curses & bullshit that sorcerers go through would be FASCINATING! there’s a scene i really wanna add (i’ll just say it here bc idk when i’ll post this fic — hopefully next spring/summer) but suguru swallowing his first Properly heinous special grade curse and how that effects him + reader giving him a ramune bottle & some bubblegum to try and lessen the effects. something something putting a bandaid on a gunshot wound but it means the World to suguru bc that means someone’s watching him/looking out for him :’)

BUT WAHHHH TYSM FOR ASKING ABT THESE MY BELOVED <333 i’m most excited for buzzcut season hehe :3 BUT I’LL TRY AND MAKE BOTH REALLY GOOD ESPECIALLY FOR YOU <333 anything 4 arination 🫡

omg sorry this got so long i just got so excited :3 i am happily taking plush geto & the hot chocolate + i’m laying my head in your lap in front of the fireplace <3 ^^ and here’s this pic for you………. this is arikairo when kittyjaku lures us into their mousetrap . u r the Mouse i am the Chees…….. 😔😪 we both got Got by a bad bitch (kenjaku) </333

[luneemeritus]

What is this post

What is that even suppose to mean

Also, never compared any "femme fatale gay boy" to Angel but now I will

[meli-meliai]

When Seth was a child, he wanted to know about everything.

How humans had first came to be, who the mysterious God that his parents so often whispered about on nights when they didn’t think that he was awake, why his mother always flinched whenever she caught even a fleeting glimpse of a snake. Why his father went out of his way to hunt down every snake he saw. Who decided that the trees and grass should be the same color in vaguely different shades.

It wasn’t just mere, childish curiosity, either. His thirst for knowledge was insatiable. But books weren’t invented yet when he was young; so instead he focused on listening to as many stories as he could.

His beloved mother, though an eternal burden weighs upon her shoulders, took it upon herself to weave the young world’s very first stories. Before the Son of the Lord had walked upon the Earth, gentle Eve held her son in tired arms and spun tales that no one but him would ever hear, parables of virtue and morality, her melodic voice floating in the cool, nighttime winds whistling past the orchards that could never compare to the Garden of Eden. Though she was exhausted-a feeling that she could never quite get used to, no matter how many times she has experienced it- she had never failed to scoop her son into her arms and hold him close as she spins another new story out of thin air.

“My son, have I ever told you about the angels who fell from eternal paradise?”

”No, you haven’t! Tell me!”

”Of course, of course…but before I tell you, do you know WHY they fell from paradise?”

“I can’t know ANYTHING if you don’t tell me! Why did they fall?”

”…I don’t quite know either! But… I might have a guess.”

”What is it, mom?”

”…”

Eve still had dreams-or rather, nightmares- of the beautiful angel who held out the tantalizing red apple out to her- his soft, sultry voice promising her an eternity of knowledge and a vast sea of answers. On some nights, she woke up shivering, swearing that she had felt a feathery wing envelope her back and raise her up, up, up… to a light so bright that she felt as though she might burn if she rose any further Funnily enough, though, it wasn’t his beauty that she remembered. That part was wispy around the edges, blurred and faded like a memory of the wind.

No. It was the promise. Of freedom, of knowing. For what is life without the crisp, sweet satisfaction and reward? What is humanity without automity?

Sometimes the taste of forbidden fruit lingers on her tongue, the crisp sweetness unlike anything she had ever experienced. Yellow-gold snake eyes watched her as she bit into the crisp flesh, and a part of her wanted to kiss it. To thank it for giving her a choice, the freedom, the knowledge that she could make decisions by herself.

Knowledge was a beautiful thing, for if she hadn’t eaten the fruit, she wouldn’t have seen the way the snake’s eyes softened in turn. And for a moment, she could see an angel behind it.

Then she and her Adam were promptly kicked out of Eden.

Her Adam…

”Mom! Are you okay??”

”…Oh! I’m so sorry, Seth. I was just… lost in thought.”

”About what?”

”Nothing, don’t worry about it. It doesn’t matter now, anyway.”

Seth looks so much like his father, but also…so much like him. The fallen angel that she never had a chance to understand.

“…Mom?”

”Hm? What is it, my son? Are you tired? I can put up your bedroll…”

”No! I just wanted to ask, how did you come to love Father? He’s so…”

Frigid. Bitter. Demanding.

She couldn’t imagine a day where she wasn’t in love with Adam.

“I was created for him, Seth. I was born to love him.”

”Yeah… but what about him? Do you think that he loves you back the same way?”

Eve wasn’t sure. Before the fruit, before she got them both thrown out of Eden, she had never questioned her purpose or place in Adam’s life.She was literally created from his bones, shaped to be perfect and his love, his constant companion. But… he had another one, didn’t he? Before her. She never learned the woman’s name, but Eve wonders if she left because of the same reason that the snake tempted her with.

Knowing. Freedom. Something more out in the world.

She wonders about this woman, would love to talk with her about all the answers of the world. She wonders if she is as beautiful as the angel of her dreams.

“Of course he does. If he didn’t, he would’ve left me to face the consequences in the Garden of Eden.”

Seth frowned, scrunched up his nose. His mother always seemed distracted whenever he asked these kinds of questions, but never doubtful. He saw the way her warm brown eyes (the only part of her appearance that he had inherited) stared wistfully into the trees, as if she was reading something that wasn’t- and will never- be there. Waiting for answers that will never come.

And he hated it. He hated leaving questions unanswered. He hated the twistedness of guessing, of having to wrack his brain over and over again just to find a puzzle piece of the uncompleted whole story. What was the point of breaking God’s rule to consume knowledge itself, only for it to be twisted in a labyrinth of confusion? He was only a child, and he had hundreds of years in front of him to figure everything out- but he wanted to know now.

But he loved his mother. He inherited her eyes, her smile, her craving for knowledge. Her desire for something more. But unlike her, he would never have the chance to satisfy his curiosity until long after his death. And his fate will be far, far more cruel.

To him, at least.

”Hey…Mom?”

”Hm? What is it, my dear?”

”If you don’t know exactly why the angels fell, can you make up a story about it?”

Eve smiled, and in that moment the tiredness from her face faded. She nuzzled her son and placed a kiss upon his silvery-white hair, and her heart felt light and content. It was as if she had never left Eden. In fact, she felt even happier, somehow. Would she have had her wonderful children if she never ate the Fruits of Knowledge? Would she have had the joy of holding her bright-eyed son in her arms and making up lullabies to sing to him every night? Motherhood was suffering, but what is joy without it? Light and color would’ve never existed without darkness. And, though she knows that she should disagree, a part of her felt like she would never have it any other way.

If only she could’ve done the same for Abel and Cain…

If only she could’ve saved both of them.

But she was powerless to her own consequences, the first seeds of sin taking root in her own children. Holding Seth close so that he wouldn’t see his failure of a mother blinking back tears, she whispered a feather-soft prayer into the nighttime wind, that none of her children would ever suffer the same fate for as long as they lived. Otherwise, if anything happened to them because of her idiotic mistake, trusting that damned snake’s honeyed words and false promises…

She felt like crying. What kind of mother cries in front of her own child? She felt like a failure of a mother, unworthy to be the forebearer of humanity. For was the purpose of humans simply to struggle, due to her choice? Did she bear her children only to have them face the same fate?

…No. It won’t be like that again.I’ll get them right this time. She thought, as she wiped her face and lifted her face to smile at her son again, unaware that he heard and saw everything. But Seth has always been good at hiding his true emotions, so he gave her a smile that mirrored Eve’s own. He felt her hands tremble against his back.

She could still see the blood that coated her son’s dead body, could still feel the rasp in her voice as she screamed and screamed and screamed as Adam came running to see what was wrong-

No. It would be different this time. It would never happen again.

Her smile faltered a little bit as she looked at her son. So much like his father, but so much like her. Forced to carry such a burden at such a young age… but he never would’ve been born if not for that burden. Truly, a gift from the omniscient and omnipotent Almighty, sent as both a consolation and a reminder of what she had done wrong. And if not for that gift, she would’ve never been here, singing lullabies and weaving stories to tell him. And so, she began a new one, her ethereal voice carrying in the cool airs of the wind, the stars twinkling overhead mother and son as moonlight enveloped their silhouettes. The creatures of the Earth held its breath in anticipation of a new story:

“There was once an angel, the most beautiful out of all the ones in Heaven… he was God’s favorite, until the day he fell, both from his home and from grace.”

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MICKEY MCIKRY MICKEYY <33 ur wips . look so delicious i want to gobble them up but if you could especially elaborate on this one .....

THIS IS ME RN 👹👹👹👹 i need whatever this is so so bad if u have any information please fess up before i go insane please and thank you

(and i love u :33 i hope you are taking care of ur hot sexy self :33 biting u so hard :33)

HELLOO ALEXIS MY DARLINGGG>:33333333 AWOOOOO THE WEREWOLVESSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! they're both sick in the head i'll just start off with that lmao the idea originated from my desire to write about feral satoru, about satoru who's just a bit off the rails yk? (hot) and so i ended up with this hyena/wolf satoru:3333333 btw suguru is just kind of suguru i think he does the sick in the head thing very well all on his own i didn't have to do much with himhgasdghsahgda

anyway the whole thing is supposed to be a bit scary and suffocating and uncomfortable, like the reader is lost in the woods in the middle of the night and then bumps into these two freaks and then they make the reader play a game of chase with them??????? (hot) they really are a couple of freaks in this but i'm having so much fun with it it's insane . i can't wait to actually write the chase part, i'm gonna try and make it as intense as i can hehehehhee

COME AND ASK ME ABOUT MY WIPS:333333

[illiana-mystery]

I love when my faves play... (Pt. 4)

Priests

Father Gabrjel (The Edges of the Lord, 2001)

Bishop Manuel Aringarosa (The Da Vinci Code, 2006)

Outlaws

Silas McCall (ROAR, 2022)

Joe Cribbens (Dead for a Dollar, 2022)

"Outdoorsmen"

Leland Drury (White Fang 2, 1994)

Leonhard Seppala (Togo, 2019)

(I know it's kind of stretching to include Drury but I'm still going to)

Dubious Consciences

The Italian (Drowing in the Shallow End, 1990)

William Pettigrew (Tomorrow You're Gone, 2012)

Stay tuned for part 5! Or go back to part 3!

[zaggyzoo]

another day another cry felt really mocked this week anyways we persevere

[rando-lesbo210]

I tell myself every time, "I'll upload and work on another fic now."

....yeah I still haven't done that- FALLEN HEIRS CHAPTER 13 BABY WOOOOO

this chapter has to be a top favorite tbh now, shits silly

only thing I'm saying is tannis is such a fun character, never change queen

EDIT BECAUSE IM STUPID AND CANT DO IT VERY WELL RN CAUSE IM NOT ON MY COMPUTER BUT I KEEP FORGETTING TO TAG MOZE GOT THEM HE/HER PRONOUNS THATS WHY IT SHIFTS, I know i should've gone full he/him but what if i gave moze double gender what if he had both. lesbian with he/him. end tweet.