#bae my beloved

[bananasareupsidedown]

[luciansun]

Break from ranfren content for 0.2 seconds to post HURAKI ART!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE TERRIFIED TEACGER AT GHOUL SCHOOL ITS SO GOOD IM SO HAPPY IT HAS AN ANIME NOW IVE BEEN WITH THE MANGA SINCE DAY ONE BRO‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ (not really but for a few years)

You guys should read fr

There's also an anime out now so if you don't have the attention span you can do that too

[canonicallyobserving911]

Eddie Diaz: 8x6 Stills and BTS

Now that is a beautiful man!

Stills

BTS (Pics have been cropped to focus only on RG.)

It's Eddie Diaz!

It's Eddie Diaz my beloved!

Eddie Diaz is BAE!

[peony-plum]

Dragonborn: just chilling with my bae and bestie. I have no clue what we’re doing

[dollvre]

my favorite cardan greenbriar quotes because I love him

spoilers for the folk of the air series

The Cruel Prince:

“Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often, it’s disgusting, and I can’t stop” (yes this is my only fav quote of cardan in the first book help)

The Wicked King:

“If you’re the sickness, I suppose you can’t also be the cure.”

“Kiss me. Kiss me until I'm sick of it”

"I want to tell you so many lies."

“I wasn't kind, Jude. Not to many people. Not to you. I wasn't sure if I wanted you or if I wanted you gone from my sight so that I would stop feeling as I did, which made me even more unkind. But when you were gone -truly gone beneath the waves- I hated myself as I never have before.”

“Yes, my sweet villain, my darling god.”

"Sweet Jude. You're my dearest punishment."

"Marry me. Become the queen of Elfhame."

“I will lie down. If you lie with me”

The Queen of Nothing:

“She is my wife. The rightful High Queen of Elfhame. And most definitely not in exile.” (ICONIC)

“want you here by my side, as my queen”

“By you, I am forever undone”

“We have lived in our armor for so long, you and I. And now I am not sure if either of us knows how to remove it.”

“My sweet nemesis, how glad I am that you returned.”

“It’s you I love,’ he says. ‘I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn’t have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.’”

“Come home and shout at me. Come home and fight with me. Come home and break my heart, if you must. Just come home.”

“And yet my heart is buried with you in the strange soil of the mortal world, as it was drowned with you in the cold waters of the Undersea. It was yours before I could admit it, and yours it shall ever remain.”

“I urge you: come be angry at a nearer distance.”

“I knew little else, but I always knew you.”

[mo-ok]

little guy saga continues this time with the biggest little guys you've ever seen 🤖

[sweet-n-s4lty]

Cupid & The Crown: Chapter the Second

ꪆৎ ˚⋅Yuji Itadori x reader -> Fluff + Royal AU Content Warnings: None 1.7k words. ˚⋅ᡣ𐭩

It had been exactly 46 hours and 23 minutes since Yuji was assigned your knight, and it has been 46 hours and 23 minutes since you had known peace. The boy had the usual squire expression about him, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. He lacked the dull boredom that the knights you knew held. You couldn’t tell if you should feel sorry for him or not. 

You were returning from the library to the kitchen to snag a snack or two to enjoy while reading. Yuji was hot on your tail, merely a few paces behind you, exactly how he was always following you everywhere you went, as per your father’s orders. Currently, he was trailing behind you, acting as your personal servant rather than a knight. He cradled large, heavy books you had borrowed from the royal library. Many had yellowed pages, and the once ivory sheets had tinted into a rustic beige with both time and use; the pages lay stacked in a rippled motion. Your arms wobbled with the sheer weight of the stacks, requiring a few trips back and forth depending on where you needed to take them. You supposed his strength had earned him a few brownie points in your book.

“Princess, what exactly are you gonna do with all these?”

“Read.” He felt sheepish. Maybe that was a dumb question on his end, he thought, scolding himself mentally.

“Oh.” You wanted to laugh. Despite the couple of days you’d known him, you recognised him as a puppy more than anything else—an annoying, sickeningly sweet puppy. 

His face morphed into a look of pure boyish glee at praises you sent his way, even if it was in passing. Upon actually having gotten to know the boy, you quickly found yourself coming to terms with the fact your original hate wasn't hate per se, simply an outburst fueled by jealousy. He had his moments of course. Moments where you enjoyed his company, moments where small doses of his endearing nature had you laughing or cracking jokes with him. Despite your standoffish attitude with him, he wasn’t unlikeable… and although you’d rather throw yourself into moving traffic than admit it— he was okay at times.  

His boots against the rugged hallway floors served as a constant reminder of your father’s orders and the presence you’d now have to grow used to, trudging behind, only a few paces after you. 

Yuji lacked the stern visage the other soldiers you were used to had. Even the younger recruits were sombre in nature. But not Yuji. No, he wore his earnestness as a badge, his heart seemingly on his sleeve regarding his duties as a makeshift medal. It was endearing, his earnestness you meant. 

You felt your face practically strafed by the warmth and cinnamon scent of the kitchen. You smiled at the few chefs and maids hustling to and fro, each one that left being replaced by the ones who came in with equal scrambles in their steps, hurried “Afternoon, Your Highness.” spoken in hurried mutters, all of which faced with a smile of your own. The kitchen held an abundance of tarts, all of which were too much for your father’s appetite, so a few you tucked away in a napkin. His dentist would thank you for it, you were sure. 

Your eyes caught Yuji’s as he stood awkwardly at the door, neck craning and head peeking from the stack of books he cradled in his arms. You felt a strange pang of guilt, and maybe it was because he was so kind to you despite your aloofness, but you wrapped just one more tart away in a napkin, tucking it away in your dress pocket before waltzing out, head tilting in the direction you were going, inviting him to follow.

The weather was nary too cold or too windy, except for reading. You perched yourself on the rim of the fountain that lay graciously in the gardens, patting the seat next to you, more for Yuji to place the pile of books you were itching to sink your brain teeth into, instead, the soft clang of armour against stone had you looking up from the tarts on your lap to find him sat right next to you, arms lazily on his thighs, books placed— to your horror— on the cold stone below, damp from previous rainfall. You let out an offended gasp, looking between him and the books before placing the tarts on their nakin, next to your thigh and standing promptly to pick them up. He started helping after a second, realising that maybe he shouldn't have done that. “Are they not supposed to be on the floor?!” He rambled as he struggled to pick them all up as quickly as she was. 

“Not when it's damp!” He placed half of it on the stone you were both previously seated on seconds before, the pile messy and unstable. As he picked up the others, the heavy splash you both heard had your eyes wide and his face drained of colour.

…Soaked. That’s what they were. Soaked and ruined and you’d never be able to fix them. You sighed in slight relief upon realising none of the limited editions had fallen in, only some literature books you were eager to reread. There were annotations left however that you'd miss, annotations left by your English tutor, and annotations that held so many perspectives you never got to analyse fully. Bummer but maybe not a total disaster. “I am so so so so sorry!” He apologised frantically, arms waving around in slight defence. His lips were downturned into a frown, thick eyebrows warped into apologetic bearing. “I’ll— “I’ll replace them, no matter how much they cost,” He stammered.

“With what money?” You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms. In all honesty, you weren’t angry at all, maybe disappointed, but you recognised a mistake when you saw one. 

“I—”

“I’ll have to stop you right there,” you said, holding your hand up to his face. You took a moment to recognise the way his shoulders slumped and his gaze averted yours, mousy brown darting around the scene rather than looking at you. “I’m not angry, nor did I ask you to repay me.”

“You aren't angry?” You shook your head, restacking the currently safe books and placing them in a steady, stable assemblage before re-seating yourself and flipping open a rather thick book. You flipped through the pages and picked up your tart after a while. The air was quiet, silent even if you disregarded the insubstantial chirping of mockingbirds and airy whistles of the crisp autumn gales. 

You frowned, however, the minute you felt two holes searing into the side of your head.

Ignored.

A minute later, you felt the boy next to you leaning over your shoulder, eyes similarly tracing over the words, hardly understanding anything, but finding contentment in simply being included (despite being uninvited).

Ignored yet again.

“Did you want something?” You finally asked, an exasperated countenance trailing your face after you were pulled out of the pages with the ‘clank’ of his armour once again. He shook his head, a sheepish pink hue brushing over his cheeks and ears. 

“...No.” 

“You sure?” You felt a small smile itching to curl the ends of your lips as he shook his head, head hung, eye curiously peeking up from time to time. He was entertaining, you found yourself thinking.

You closed the book, placing it next to you and folding away your napkin, the cloth now dusted with golden crumbs that remained. Your hands smoothed over the lap of your dress and you looked up at him. “Say…you don’t feel out of place?” 

He sat up, looking at you curiously. “Uhm, I’m not quite sure I understand?”

“Well you were knighted and so far all of you’ve been doing is carrying books and on the off moment you’ve “defended” me from something it was from a tiny knot of hair I thought was a spider,” He huffed out a laugh, reminiscing the earlier morning when you shrieked like a banshee all from a tuft of stray hair the previous morning. “I’m sure this isn't what you were expecting.”

“It isn’t so bad, my job is to serve you, yes?”

“Correct.”

“So I’m just doing the job I swore I’d do.” His donnish nature with words made it increasingly harder to hold a grudge against him. “Even if it means being diminished to…carrying books.”

A snort escaped your lips. “And you do it well, I must say.”

“Really?!” He beamed, head snapping around to face you, almost like a child basking in adolescent praise. 

“Don’t get used to it.” You chuckled softly, reaching into your pocket and giving him the tart you’d snagged on his behalf. 

“For me?” He pointed to himself, hand gloved in sheets of lustrous grey. He slipped it off and graciously took it in his hands with a quick ‘thank you’ and smile of gratitude. He took a bite and nodded in contentment, the sugary treat seemingly playing into his palette. “I promise I’ll do my best, even if this job is a little more boring than I initially thought…”

“What, did you think you’d be slaying dragons and fighting bandits?”

“Would you laugh at me if I said ‘yes’?”

You thought for a second before nodding, a chiding smirk already playing on your lips. “I can guarantee it.”

“Then please target I said anything, Princess.” You let out another laugh, cracking up a little.

“My father is paranoid, I don’t think I’ll need a big strong guy to protect me anytime soon, I’m more focused on not suffocating in these damn walls.”

He hummed in thought, nodding along as he bit into the pastry, the soft red of the jam smearing on his upper lip before he swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing as he did so. “I think I can do that too, I’m like an all-in-one package!” He beamed, boyish grin plastered on his face.

“Even if you are, don’t expect me to call you ‘Sire Yuji’ anytime soon.”

“Not even after my outstanding show of skill?!”

“Not even after your outstanding show of skill, I fear.”

Tbh, I think I did well on this chapter, wasn't sure abt it at first lmao.

Taglist: @stillnotherapy

©Sweet-n-salty -> MINE!!

[predninja]

Karlach is great for when one needs to warm up aka Eligar will find any reason to hug his tiefling love. Being in that lovely cursed place of Act 2 is just a great excuse

[karleksmumskladdkaka]

Diabolik Lovers Lost Eden Stellaworth Tokuten Short Stories (Mukami brothers)

(Sakamaki bros) (Tsukinami bros + Kino)

On my latest visit to ebay to sate my hunger for DL merch I came across this gem. For the longest time I've wanted to read the LE short stories and I imagine that many other DL fans have as well. As far as I am aware said stories (with the exception of Ayato's and Laito's, which I won't include since you can already find them here) have never been shared online before. So, having read them myself, I figured that I should give my fellow women and men of culture the same opportunity ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿ Unfortunately, sharing is all I am able to do, but anyone who wants to use or translate is 100% free to do so, as long as you credit me.

Enjoy, fellow Diaholics (*^▽^)/★*☆♪

UPDATE: @otomehonyaku has now translated all of the scans *٩(^ᗜ^ )و* Click on the name of the Diaboy whose story you wish to read and you'll be taken directly to her translation ^^

Ruki

Kou

Yuma

Azusa

[sokkawordbender]

An lili💮❣️

There is too much deficiency of fan art for this fandom's characters other than the main cast. So I take it upon myself to fulfill this desire.

Still waiting for her to be in her formal dress in cannon.

Don't repost without permission or credit.

[canonicallyobserving911]

Eddie Diaz- season 8

It's Eddie Diaz!

Don Eddie Diaz!

It's Don Eddie Diaz my beloved!

Don Eddie Diaz is BAE!

God he's so gorgeous!

[welllllllllllllllllll]

Everybody who was hating on trent for his last game because apparently he wasn't good and was defending lazy just to find out that oh , surprise maybe people were right and he rushed himself and was playing through an injury because his team needed him . I'm so done with people doubting trent all the time like I don't get it he has always turned up in important moments for lfc y'all are blinded by agenda to the point where it's just annoying

[hppjmxrgosg]

Your memes my liege *bows* (the vibes are sleep deprived and work starts in 8 hours)

[mymitochondriaforpresident]

The absolute ATTENTION and ADORATION and AGENCY that Wille gives Simon while they’re intimate is *chef’s kiss*.

[skzoologist]

If you'll see me writing a Mafia AU anytime soon (when I'll be feeling better), blame @writingforstraykids

It's entirely her fault, although @silverstarburst and her tattoo pics didn't exactly help either...

[saberlight1]

orr

a fluffy lucy gray fic