#Woes of the reapers

[sillyseaveerablogs]

Showcasing some OCs that'll be added on WOTR Bcuz I still have Uncommons, Rares and Survivors to finished TW: Creepy teeth in Tsumugi and Jellyfish

Frilla belongs to @3luejamz, also srry if I redesign her, I just wanted for a creepier vibe on the AU so I use Phantom Jellyfish and make her wear a cloak

[squuote]

finally did it. spidersona,,,, call them spider-grim,,

[timelostobserver]

"Yeah...about that-"

Azrael was.. staring at the scales, then back at Adam, then back to the scales.

"...This is.. awkward." The Angel of Death was in a very strange position now.

The first man, and the first to experience Death, here.. in heaven, being judged to see if he was even worthy enough to remain here. Sera hadn't arrived just yet, but Azrael went forward to do his job first and foremost and figured..

Well..

-That it'd be fine? Not that the scales would weigh his heart to be unworthy, for it to be so heavy to deem him only fit for Hell.

Sera had stressed to Azrael that it was imperative that Adam be admitted into Heaven, though the young Archangel chose to ignore her words in-favor of doing his job. The job he was MADE for.

"Maybe.. maybe the scales are off. This is the first time I've used them." Perhaps a fluke? Had to be. Deep down though, he knew the truth but worry caused him to ignore that gnawing at his heart.

[kralmajales]

I hate having strong opinions about embarrassing things……

[pillarsxofxdreams]

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[gbhbl]

Album Review: Furze - Cosmic Stimulation of Dark Fantasies (Devoted Art Propaganda/Polytriad Fingerprints)

Renowned black psych metal band, Furze, will release its highly anticipated new album, “Cosmic Stimulation of Dark Fantasies” on the 15th of November 2024. Furze was established in 1998 in Trondheim, Norway out of the dust of the Woe J. Reaper project. Under the Furze name, eight full-length albums were released with the most recent album, Caw Entrance also coming out earlier this year via…

[vittoriaisfuckingpathetic]

i was definitely tired because last night at roughly 3:45 am i wrote

"After having to chase the train down from Sant Denis due to the treno not stopping in the ciyt as per Ducht’s wrong predicton, and all the way to northern Lemonade,”

then i got tired and wrote the rest of my opening paragraph in italian so here a free sneak preview ✨non in inglese con molto errori✨

the bracketed parts are my little authors notes that get deleted later on in the writing process kthxbyeeee

[moirailsupport]

As much as I’m enjoying eldermorne, I feel that the campaign worldbuilding is a detached. We the listeners know nothing about Arena except that she’s an old friend of Fia’s & the other two have absolutely no attachment to any religious stuff which makes Seranisses not a huge priority of mine for the campaign? I just got to the discussion about whether saving her is worth so many lives and I don’t think it is! Why would I-know absolutely nothing about her. I also was expecting the Reaper/Trickster dichotomy to be a little less black & white-I was super ready to root for the cool, grimdark, god of monsters, and the fact that his whole thing is not being explored…at all is a little disappointing. We’ve also yet to see any of the bad side of the trickster except for a Fae who was very strongly associated with winter & cold-also things that have typical negative connotations. No conclusion just a slight frown as I listen on.

[moccasins]

this sounds like an excuse to keep ranting, and i'm going to take that chance because i have a lot of thoughts and not many people who will listen. lemme grab my document of reaper facts

theres a quote from renrink i think of a lot: "Gods don’t actually have a physical body, so their “body” morphs– and when Sans is out of control like that, his visage changes to match. In really bad or uncontrolled situations, the gods can turn to just beings or mirages of pure energy of darkness or light, with glowing eyes."

reapers physical form is a carefully controlled mirage of magic that quickly falls apart if he becomes too emotional and loses that control. in the comic, when life dies and reaper becomes this swirling black hole of darkness, that's his control slipping. not only that, but lack of a physical form means reaper can look like whatever he wants. he can be an eldritch horror if he chooses to.

another quote from ren: "He has this passive aura around him that just feels of death– weariness, tiredness, lack of energy, a lowkey drumming of fear. Living creatures naturally avoid him" so if he chooses to, he can amplify that feeling. he could theoretically kill someone with his presence alone if he chose to, and not just because of his death touch.

reaper is a horrifying creature when you think about it. he is powerful and has seen the darkest parts of humanity.

and afterdeath is everything to me because of this. because geno saw all of this, and instead of seeing death, he saw reaper. geno is probably one of the only people who can see reaper for who he is because geno knows death. with the resets, and being stuck in an eternal state of dying. he doesn't care because he's lived it already.

idk what i'm talking about anymore i think i got off track maybe

i think reaper should be more godly actually. make him scarier and more inhuman (inmonster??). i need afterdeath where geno is like this rotting away 4’6 40 year old and reaper is 7’5 in his smallest form and if you look at him you feel immediate dread and everywhere he goes it begins to rain and every step he takes in the grass makes it wilt, and when he’s using a Single Fraction of his actual power his wings split into 3 pairs and there are too many eyes and his voice is loud and commanding and makes you feel the need to confess every one of your sins. even the most strong willed will fall to their knees before the god of death at a single glance their way. the reason geno is so special is because he doesn’t.

[clairdelunelove]

badges of honor

simon 'ghost' riley x reader

genre: fluff! (sticker drabble!)

warnings: slightly suggestive, cursing, protective!ghost

synopsis: ghost doesn't understand the appeal of receiving stickers, a tangible reward, after the completion of successful missions. never thought it was necessary for his efforts. however, his mindset changes when he finds out you're the one handing them out–

a.n. just a silly lil blurb that floated around in my mind for some time! decided I'd write it and I'm thinking about writing something similar for könig too! hope you're all well! and if you wish to show more support here's my kofi! <3

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holding onto the belief that ghost would stubbornly swallow his pride and allow you to decorate him in cutesy unnecessary stickers.

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it starts with price’s recommendation of implementing a routine of handing out stickers after successful missions. he insists it’s a great way to dial into intrinsic motivation. to keep the task force motivated to dedicate their best into every operation. a way to recognize positive behavior. a byproduct of hoping for the most favorable outcome in war where the only images are bloodshed, conflict, and hostility. it’s a stark difference. “who knows,” price’s shoulders lift into a casual shrug as he addresses the fierce group settled around him, “it might just help you lads.” it’s a harmless and cost-efficient idea to justify the boxes of tangible reinforcements that are shipped to the base. literal cartons of sticker books that range from the traditional ‘great work!’ to ‘prized soldier!’ and the notion seems childish (disguised to be more of a scheme, in all honesty). that is, until the pieces of sticky, illustrated adhesives start working– boosting the soldiers’ determination for the taste of victory– because you’re the one handing out the affordable versions of chest candy. they adore saccharine treats. and over time, so does ghost. 

ghost who initially loathes the new process that price endorses. he’s good at his job. knows he’s an expert in clandestine tradecraft. doesn’t need a miniature label tapped on his chest to recognize that no one does a better service in infiltrations or sabotages in risky environments than he does. he’s in and out like a gust of wind. well, more similar to a grim reaper that takes and punishes whoever he deems fit. a brutish force not to be reckoned with. and he reasons that this little sticker ceremony ultimately wastes time. precious alone time that ghost exploits to catch up on some well-deserved rest or exercise. because training after an intense mission totally makes sense to the lieutenant. yet, he’ll doggedly line up with the rest of the task force and await getting crowned with the bane of his existence. doesn’t wish to stir the pot with price and sit through being lectured. so he stays. and he’s a bit taken aback when he catches a glimpse of you handing out the stickers; a beaming smile on your lips while you press an overly exaggerated thumbs-up design onto the front of a soldier’s vest. 

ghost who rasps, “I’ll pass,” before your fingers can pin the sticker onto him. unaware that his voice would come out grainy from the weeklong mission and, involuntarily, blunt. brash. the complete opposite of how he wished to sound towards you. notices the surprise in your eyes due to the acidity of his voice and how you instinctively shrink from him. he shifts, straight away, and hastily tries to take back his tone of voice. to right his wrongs. to atone for his mistake. however, your nervous movement is swiftly replaced with your usual upbeat nature as you plaster on a grin and dramatically bring the back of your hand to your forehead to mimic a fall, “woe is me.” you exhale pointedly while mentioning, “whatever shall I do with all these stickers then?” and ghost understands that it’s so typical of you to hide your hurt with witticism. you’re too considerate. too bright. a touch of color to his monochrome soul. venturing a step closer to you, he lightly scoffs at your melodramatic behavior and remarks, “woe is most definitely not you. now get up, pup.” and before you can comprehend, his gloved hand wraps around your wrist to gently pry it away from your face. “changed my mind,” he murmurs while indicating to the book of stickers that you casted aside, “pick one f’ me, will ya.” 

ghost who refuses to comment on your shaky fingers to save you from embarrassment. it’s endearing that despite the layers of heavy clothing, you’re still hesitant to touch any part of him. “you’re all set,” you quickly chirp before stepping back to admire your handiwork. or so you tell yourself that excuse. in reality, you’re teetering on the edge of becoming distracted by the heat that he radiates. and he savors how your gaze dances across his masked face but evades his intense eyes. the most profound part of him that reduces you to stumbling on your words like a drunk. intoxicated by him. it’s like he’s drinking you in and allowing himself a selfish taste of your beauty. a thought that causes you to heavily gulp. to take your mind off of the blatant yearning, you teasingly raise the sticker book up to him, “how about I add another one? this one has glitter—” “that’ll do,” ghost interjects and turns to leave. his immediate answer and retreat brings about a genuine laugh from your lips. it’s music to his ears. wagering a glance to his chest, he notes the sticker you chose for him. cursive letters twisting into ‘you’re a star!’ followed by a smiling gold star draws his attention. you don’t spot it but as he leaves, his gloved fingers reach up to smooth the sticker over his vest. to pat it down so it stays a while longer. 

ghost who attempts to convince himself that his disinterest toward the small slips of adhesive paper is still the truth. they’re just for show, right? no one really pays attention to how some of the stickers varied in size. they’re all mature adults. and it was completely unrelated how there’s regular bickering amongst various recruits that compared their hard-earned rewards. doesn’t admit that his chest visibly swells with pride whenever the other soldiers point out that ghost always receives the biggest sticker. purposefully taunts them by stating, “get better then, yeah?” he also fails to acknowledge that you’ve coerced and conditioned him to accept them like a pavlov experiment. after all, your unwillingness to comment on how he noticeably leans over so you can put stickers wherever you wished must mean that it doesn’t happen. and in the scenario where it could perhaps occur, you shouldn’t blame him because ghost was certain no one else had the willpower to brush you away. you with gentle fingers and an angelic voice. singing him a siren song whenever you mutter, “for your excellent work, lieutenant,” as you smooth on another ridiculous sticker. his heart stutters in his chest when he feels how your hand tentatively flattens against his chest. the broad muscle causing you to hum appreciatively before gracing him with a coy smile. an interaction that replays in his mind whenever he’s awake and follows him to sleep. 

ghost who clenches his fist so tightly that his blunt nails bite into his own palm when he overhears a lowly recruit outrightly insult the implemented routine. hears them utter (when you’re out of earshot of course because goodness forbid that they have courage) ‘bullshit’ and how you were ‘off your rocker for putting up with this waste of time.’ and ghost isn’t usually responsive in situations like this. he’s got a covert operation to focus on in about 15 minutes. a level-headed person was far more intimidating and efficient during classified matters. now, however, his heavy boots thud against the floorboards when he stalks toward the recruit. an abrupt wave of darkness and unabridged horror before the recruit is face-to-face with ghost. “problem?” he asks challenges, voice dead and devoid of sympathy. his head slowly tilts and the action creates a dismal shadow over the eye sockets of his mask. ominous and menacing. everything that ghost is infamous for. knows he’s won when the recruit’s apology is nasally and on the verge of crying but their reaction isn’t his personal interest. what he does undertake as his responsibility, though, is when he’s called into price’s office for a debrief. he pockets some of the miscellaneous sticker books that sit on the superior’s desk. wordlessly hands them to you when you’re both briefly passing each other in the hallway. and while you profusely thank him for the additional sets (vaguely wondering what caused the change in his behavior), you playfully press a sticker above the lower portion of his mask– right where his lips are. somewhere new. you leave him rooted to the spot, the sweet gesture sending him into a stupor, and call over your shoulder, “compensation for the stickers!” he watches as you hurriedly dart away before he can react but there’s no need. he unabashedly smuggles more stickers from price’s office in hopes of reaping a similar repayment again.

ghost who reasons that stickers aren’t that bad if you’re the one giving them out. he organizes himself with the rest of the force, a brooding figure that patiently waits in the back of the line. favors being the last one because you’re able to utter more than a few words of encouragement to him. if he’s lucky then you converse and excitedly share your day with him– like you currently are. “want me all to yourself, do you?�� you heartily tease him upon noticing that he’s consistently been last in line for the third time in a row. he shifts on his feet, makes a show of looking around at his fellow team members that are filtering out of the room, and deliberately concedes, “‘suppose so.” his frank answer is followed by a flustered roll of your eyes but it’s the genuineness that causes your heart to flip. you force yourself to concentrate on the task at hand– giving out prizes. unsteady fingers lifting at the sticker page, you skim the options before spotting a perfect one. your teeth catch the edge of your bottom lip as you can’t help but question, “you say that to everyone, simon?” his real name on your glossy lips. a prayer that he desires to hear being chanted over and over as he holds you in his arms. the gaze he wraps you in is burning. tempting. exhilarating. you push yourself up on your toes to reach out and place a sticker on his cheek. on the hard shell of his skull mask that you’ve learned will ultimately end in halfhearted chiding because the adhesive is difficult to remove off of it. ghost catches a glimpse of the sticker that you’ve picked. the bolded words of ‘#1 lieutenant’ flashes at him. and the sticker is like a brand you’ve adorned him in. an embellishment that he proudly displays and wears because it’s what you’ve given him. he hums, dark and inquiring, when he leans to graze his masked lips against your inner wrist. his eyes are heady and half-lidded. clouded with a violent craving for you– always you. visibly strains to make contact with your exposed skin by tilting his head to place another chaste kiss on your hand while murmuring, “just to the sweet ‘n pretty ones that I fancy.” 

[vesperaink]

Friends, my necromancer!Tango/grimreaper!Jimmy, Team Rancher modern with magic apocalypse AU, Graveyard Shift, for @mcytblraufest's Reverse Big Bang is here!

But wait there's more--go read chasing crimson written by @aliferous-ly, beta'd by @dibs2win, my fantastic team for aufest. If you love enemies to lovers, unlikely partnerships, and the power of soul-bound magic weapon contracts, this hilarious + dramatic 22.9k fic kicks off from this comic!

chasing crimson

Jimmy Solidarity works for the esteemed god of Death, reaping lost souls and taking care of unsavory characters. He's recently finished his training, and is determined to do well on his first solo mission. Perhaps this "Tango" would be a good start. Only, the god of Death disappeared years ago, and Necromancer Tango Tek's long since discovered a way around dying. He can't say he enjoys Jimmy swinging through and killing him where he stands, though.

Thank you to my team for being as feral about this AU as I am, and kicking everything about it up to 110. I had so much developing this world with them!

Thanks to @onawhimsicot for helping me with the comic's dialogue, fixing my composition woes with "just add more smoke," and encouraging me to complete it in full color! Check out Cadence's aufest fic, I take it back (ill follow till I fly or till im dead), a Cult of the Lamb AU about follower!Tango and Lamb!Zedaph, the meaning of devotion, silly experiments, eldritch transformations, and...the most platonic slowburn ever?

Lastly, thank you to the aufest team for another wonderful event! I had a blast again, and was giggling kicking my feet at everyone's reactions during claims, I loved every single one of them. Graveyard Shift is definitely an AU I'm coming back to. As always, my askbox is open if you'd like to chat, and I'd love to be tagged if anyone makes anything <3

Timelapse / AU art chatter under the cut!

While Graveyard Shift is the amalgamation of many of my interests, the main premise for this AU is loosely inspired by the webcomic, I'm the Grim Reaper, in both its apocalypse themes and its aesthetics! Not a required read, but highly recommend if you enjoy this au, as well as the anime and manga, Soul Eater!

I came up with a lot of AUs for this event but necromancer!Tango and reaper!Jimmy have been rattling around in my brain in separate AUs since before I started brainstorming for aufest. So I smashed them together, naturally.

(Unfortunately I didn't record all of my process, but most of it is here! CW for flashing; song is Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene by Hozier)

I could go on forever about concept art and character design if anyone's curious but here's some fun bonus details about this comic:

Originally, Tango's outfit was going to be more like his Dungeon Master outfit but I wanted the setting to be more modern and Jimmy stole the fantasy cloak vibe from him already lol

Jimmy's entrance of lightning is my nod to the Life Series final death sound

The scarf Jimmy's wearing is designed to be a boneyard shawl

The panel of strange text reads "Protection Three" in Galactic :)

+ The name "Graveyard Shift" was thrown at me by Cadence in like 3 seconds flat after i spent 2 days agonizing over a name for this au LOL

[sillyseaveerablogs]

WOES OF THE REAPERS AKA MY DANDY'S WORLD AU MASTERPOST

Woes Of the Reapers is a Dandy's World Fanfic that takes place after Gardenview abandonment, it focuses on the remaining survivors, Cosmo and Tina (My OC), who were trying to stop the Ichor project and saving their friends from it. Little did they know there's an another survivor that they forgot. While on the other side, it focuses on Main Twisteds (or Reapers as I like to call them that, Mostly Vee and Sprout) trying to get the survivors' focus and waking their friends up (and Dandy ofc). This fanfic also has my friends OCs, and two of my OCs (Tina ofc and Tsumugi, her bestie) This Fanfic kinda focuses on Gore and some creepy stuff so beware lol. PART 1: 2 NIGHTS BEFORE THE RUN (In a making) 1 2 Designs reference: Main Reapers Main Reapers Redesign + The Commons (except Cosmo) Me and Oomf

Kay that's all, bye bye *RUNS AWAY*

[machiot]

Andrei heals and shields Dheginsea in all in one breath, bringing the dragon back from the brink of death. Where he been teetering at the edge only a moment ago, he now stands a short pace away from the abyss. Not safe, by any means, but in less danger than he had been in.

With his next breath, he sets up the kill for the next person to attack. And who better to claim the glory for landing the killing blow than Marni?

"See, nothing to worry about!" Big words from the person who had sat back and done nothing to help. "Watch, I'll kill this defect right now and we can be done with this! It'll be easy!"

(...Why did she say that word? She didn't mean that. She's different now.)

Driving her wyvern in close, Marni's magic strikes less like magic, explosive feats of spectacle, and more like knives. The strikes of lightning are cold, cruel, and cast with the intent of digging deep into its already exposed wounds. Flashy showmanship is discarded for the ruthlessness of an executioner.

For a creature deemed too weak to keep living, there is no other possible ending than a death sentence.

Marni 9/10HP barely hits and hits Eidolon named Night 4/15HP with Nova at melee range [Roll: 2 + 3 = 5, 9 + 3 = 12; -2.5, -3.5] Eidolon named Night 0/15HP Eidolon named Night has been defeated!

Even as the beast shrieks for one final time, writhing against the unbearable pain of being electrocuted to death, the bolts of lightning embedded in its side refuse to disperse. They continue to shoot off sparks even after the beast stops twitching on the ground.

Marni alights from her wyvern to check on her kill. With its last breath, the veil of darkness had lifted from the arena, light now filtering in from who knows where. In the bright light, it's much easier to see just how much the four of them managed to brutalize the poor thing.

She makes to motion at the others to come over and see what a good job she did when something catches her eye. Reflected in the many glazed eyes of the beast is a human figure with giant tasseled dragon horns attached by a headband. The tassels move when she does, but that can't possibly be her reflection.

Right?

Marni's throat constricts, but she smiles at her teammates anyway. She poses next to her kill, resolute to ignore the cold sweat creeping down her back.

"I told you I would handle it!" Marni huffs. "You just leave things like this to your ol' pal Marni!"

They don't need to know and hopefully they'll never find out.

fin.

Don't Fear the Reaper || Team 7 Silver Round

[valentine-cafe]

My lieges, I humbly request your permission to make the 781 trio come in their pants <3 Wet dreams, a little too much teasing, dealer's choice on this one! I just adore it when men end up acting a little pathetic ο(=•ω＜=)ρ⌒☆

-🍂

˖⁺. “ mess makin' ! ” : 

﹙ monster boyfriends x gn reader ﹚.𖹭 ݁

. . . verse 781 alessio, rishen & talisen x gn reader !! 🍒 :  ﹙ rishen: hero ˖ preppy nerd ˖ moth-spider-mantis character ˖ alessio: mercenary ˖ antihero ˖ punkgoth character ˖ talisen: grim reaper ˖ naga character ﹚

your lover just can't help himself when it's the thought of you on the line. what else can he do but cream themselves ? 

﹙ cws ﹚: explicit content ˖ wet dreams ˖ monster heats  | wc : 1.0k 

﹙ receipts ﹚: here you are most faithful knight, just for you <3

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﹙alessio 781. ﹚. . . dreamer !! 🍓 : the sound of skin smacking against skin was like a symphony. the sight of you bouncing up and down on his cock. chest flushed into his. walls squeezing around him as you push down once more and swirl your hips after he gives you a little clap to the thigh. oh he was in zenith. you’re always so perfect.

“that’s it baby - fuck - yeah that’s it. show me y’love me.”

he’d groan. leaning back into his black leather sofa so that he may simply watch you. moving up and down on him as though you were made for it. made for him. he can’t stop his hands from caressing your sides. reaching up to your chest. his own hips moving up into yours in fluid motions. his tummy tightens - fuck - he’s gonna fill you up and see all of it. see the way you -

a groggy noise would leave the mercenary who shifts around amongst the sheets. an emerald eye cracking open to his phone beeping with messages. the culprit of his sleep theft.

it’s the least of his worries. not when he shifts to reach over and feels a particular slick between his legs — he’s silent for a bit. tiredly staring out of his apartment window before he groans and sits up. flips the sheets off to reveal his messy shorts. hard dick. and no you.

“for fucks sakes - again?” he knew he’d miss you while you’re on that damn trip but this was the third time this week. his jaw tightens in frustration and he slumps back into his sheets.

what else can he do other than slip his hand down. jerk at himself until he’s gripping onto his pillow and stuttering out groans. soft whines. he’ll stain his hand twice, wishing it was your warm hole instead.

꒰  mercenary ˖ antihero ˖ immortal ˖ punkgoth character  ꒱

﹙rishen 781. ﹚. . . hybrid woes !! 🍒 : it’s been a bad week. exams. hero work. the fight with his dad on thursday. not to mention the artisan fucking up the city for the last three days. he’s barely gotten an ounce of his precious sleep.

let alone forget to take her stabilizer.

it should be every three days. he knows that. you and talisen have tried to remind him when you can - but both of you are equally as busy. the poor girl forgot altogether.

she felt a bit agitated as she sat within the biochem lecture. a little frustrated. a little all-over. the professor spoke too soft. the person on the far right coughed too loudly. the pace of the lesson was slow. the words on the screen moved too fast.

from your spot next to him you see the tension. and so you reach over to gently caress his hand. squeeze and tell him it’s okay. you feel him relax - he always does when you play with his hands. your fingers link into his and you run them down his knuckles. flip his hand over and do the same.

and that’s when she tenses. so instead you go to rub a her knuckles. he tenses more. something’s not right. he feels his tummy twist. he has to bite down on his lower lip and shut his eyes.

you grow concerned. in your desperate effort, you go to her wrist in assurance. slowly. completely unaware of the swollen. silk slit. that you so perfectly graze against.

suddenly he pushes his head into his forearm on the table. bucks his hips under the table and lets out a low whine. his thighs smeered with the squirting of his cum. at least she wore pants today.

you sit there. wide eyes meeting his that peer up at you from his forearm. realisation settles in and you let out a soft breath. “oh rishen. . . your stabilizer,” you whisper.

he tries not to whimper. but she can’t help but grip your hand and pull it under the table. against his crotch. hiccupping. “f-. . . f-felt really good. ‘m sorry - please. . .” needless to say you’d have to wrap your sweater around his waist and shuffle to the bathroom with her once the bell rings

꒰  hero ˖ preppy nerd ˖ moth-spider-mantis character  ꒱

﹙talisen 781. ﹚. . . beat the heat !! 🍓 : he knew the date was coming and yet he dreaded it more than ever this time around.

reaper heats were never fun. at least not alone. once he’s got his cock buried deep into a warm hole and fucking them mercilessly - well. it’s definitely a way to beat the heat. only this time - everyone that could help him, including you, would be out of the city.

how convenient, right?

well he certainly was not ready to miss a whole week of uni thanks to the incessant urge to fuck one of his beloveds who were. nowhere. in sight. the endless jerking off and pillow humping he’d be subjected to. oh he could already picture the utter despair he would be in.

he tried to push it to the back of his mind. he still had about a day or so before the dreaded date. so he would go about his normal uni day. well. at least he would try to. that was until he went on off to the rooftop to take a breather because everything just seemed so hot - what was the temperature today? it’s a overcast - what’s the -

it’s only when he leans against the wall after sliding down onto the rooftop flooring that he feels it. the sparks at the base of his spine. he raises a hand to bite down on his knuckle and he whines at the feel between his legs he’s been trying to ignore all day.

his heat arrived a day early. just as he had seen the signs. just as he had been trying to nerve. his crotch feels all sorts of heat and oh does he wish one of you were here.

poor thing. he’ll vapour back to the dorm as quickly as possible. pull out one of the old voice notes he has from you and try to satisfy himself as much as he possibly can.

꒰  grim reaper ˖ naga character ꒱

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[mari-lair]

I love every single one of your analysis on TBHK everything is so logical and accurate it makes me feel as though my eyes are opened, I feel 10X more attached to the story because of you and I actually like Aoikane now because of you and I used to be a delusional hater

Thank you! Aidairo struggles a lot with execution in their early chapters (woes of their side character/comic relief role), so I'm glad my analysis made you see them in a new light :D

No matter how unsure I am about the manga's current arc, og timeline Aoikane will always have my heart.

Grim Reaper Arc, they could never make me hate you <3

my lovesick fools, who are Fools with capital F.

[synderesis08]

"Grim Reaper Barbie, makes perfect sense." from Wednesday's Child Is Full Of Woe