#bc why tf not

[theshadow20]

Jokes on them Gen's look became iconic (once cut properly, that is)

[kalechip247]

fuck it. bimbo bill. bimbill, if you will. haha that rhymed.

featuring BillStan bc that man is not immune to boobs

[raishifts]

have this too :p

[sexymoonmansslut]

sirius (pt 1)

they’re so pretty i’ll never get over it

[trashogram]

The Traveling Circus AU

(Not a full fic, just rambling thoughts on this Lucifer/F!Reader idea)

Traveling circuses were pretty popular in 1930s America, and apparently they were free to attend — So you swallowed back your trepidation in getting out of your room and attended the newest circus to come to your sleepy little town.

The Romance

I’m so sorry but this has to be the way Lucifer learns of Reader’s existence:

He sees you and is instantly in love. Love at First Sight does exist in this AU because I say so.

You’re “nothing special”, or so you claim. You’re an unwed working woman in the 30s and therefore seen as undesirable. Your biggest privilege is that unlike a lot of ‘spinsters’ that struggle under the weight of meager wages and no family, you’ve avoided homelessness by renting out a room from an old widow. You work as her personal seamstress day and night, so you have damaged, aching hands and have developed mild agoraphobia.

Lucifer has a knack for getting people out of their comfort zone though. You’re charmed by how his showman persona on stage is contradicted by his earnest bumbling as he tries to get to know you. Your fear of other people is somehow swayed enough to allow him to take your hands in his, to let him see the rough, imperfect skin and still call you beautiful.

It’s also heartwarming to see him with his little daughter Charlie, who follows after him like a duckling and takes a shine to you just like her father. Her presence makes it easier to trust this stranger (who unbeknownst to you is the Devil himself).

The other Sins definitely take notice of how shaken and unlike himself Lucifer becomes in the middle of a show and, since they’re all nosy and love drama, they conspire and gossip about what has their Ringmaster in such a funk until the truth comes out.

Other details

Not sure yet if I want Barnum & Bailey to still exist or if Hell’s Circus troupe takes its place — if it’s the latter, that would mean that Lucifer is the P.T. Barnum equivalent here 🥲 but ofc he’s more like TGS’s version and not the actual awful human being

Lucifer and Lilith were never in love/married here. They were close after the Eden incident but it was mostly trauma-based bonding over a common enemy. So I’m also not sure if I wanna inject a little Pinocchio into this and have Charlie be made by Lucifer as a little doll brought to life by his earnest wish or if it’s simply ‘Lilith disappeared way earlier while they were co-parenting and Lucifer became even more of a single dad’ or even ‘Lilith didn’t want the baby so Lucifer kept her’.

Taking from the post I RB’d, here’s the lineup of our Sins and their roles:

Ringmaster - Lucifer

Strongman - Satan

Animal Tamer - Beelzebub

Fire Breather - Asmodeus

Clown - Mammon

Freak show - Leviathan

Magician - Belphegor

The Sins all have unique relationships with each other —

Lucifer and Satan constantly butt heads (although it’s usually Satan’s beef bc he has a chip on his shoulder over not being the leader)

Satan goes to Belphegor to complain, even though she’s mostly spaced out on hookah smoke from her crystal ball (she’s a combined magician and fortune teller) so is only half-listening

Meanwhile, Belphegor has to ration said laced smoke to prevent Bee from asking for more after a few too many benders (many done without Belphie’s permission or even her knowledge) but when Bee takes anything she takes the most she can get of it and doesn’t understand why that’s such a problem

Levi agrees, but goes behind Bee’s back to say otherwise. And Mammon loves to see the backstabbing in real time because while Greed and Gluttony pair well together, he and Bee are separate entities unfortunately and therefore have to split assets.

Mammon hates the fact that he has to share workers with the others, but has no problem taking imps from Satan to be his clown entourage. They make him so much money, why should he be sorry T-T

And Asmodeus may be the closest thing to Bailey in this Barnum & Bailey operation, but he’s also got his shortcomings — those orgies with human attendants can get a little too time-consuming and he’s been late to perform for a general audience more than once

Unlike canon, there is an integral connection between Hell and Earth/Humanity — the Sins thrive on human beings partaking in their namesakes, so this circus is a fun way to encourage that

It also may be Lucifer’s way of doing the job his dear old Dad assigned him and Lucifer is pretty grumpy about it… but he enjoys being a showman putting on performances for his captivated audience

All of the workers that perform with the Sins are hellfolk, many of whom are disguised as humans unless they’re the “freaks” on display. They’re all very chaotic and delight in being tricksters who also thief and murder while fulfilling their respective Sin’s quota.

[bnnywngs]

modern mdzs au where lan xichen and lan wangji treat their father as if he's dead because they haven't seen him since they were kids and have no idea where he is, and lan qiren does nothing and says nothing so people believe qingheng-jun is dead.

then suddenly, he reappears looking all sad and remorseful asking for forgiveness and that he wants to get closer to his kids. everyone else is just so shocked to see him alive, while lan xichen looks and feels troubled (he doesn't want to, but filial piety... but he don't want to even look at this man, but filial piety.... but this man is but a stranger to him, not a father at all, but filial piety...) and lan wangji gives him a dirty look, a firm no and walks away (like the petty bitch he is).

lan wangji somehow convinces his brother to make the man go away and to not forgive him, because he does not deserve it.

"abandon him as he abandoned us." he says.

"no pretty words and ugly faces can erase those years, xichen, he's never been a father to you." nie mingjue says.

"i know it's hard, but you should face your own heart, xichen-ge. if you wanted to forgive him, you would've done it already. he's a stranger, as you say, and you don't owe him anything." wei wuxian said.

in the end, lan xichen asks his uncle (who he always secretly thought as his father) to send his progenitor away.

"what do you feel?" lan wangji asked.

"relieved." lan xichen smiled "sad, but still... i'm glad i don't have to deal with that again."

[droldm3n]

I'm not feeling good or sassy rn

[oculis-aspicientis-666]

I think i might dabble into suggestive art.

Dont be mortified if you see men with dresses shorter than my will to live.

Thank you. thats all , do not fret for i will tag them accordingly.

[hello-dear-listener]

[indecisive-dizzy]

for context I'm taking a creative writing class

Anyone interested in kinda subtle FranklyDear poetry? I got a free verse assignment and I genuinely want to share my Rough Draft.

emphasis on Rough Draft, I just spit this out in my notes like 10 minutes ago ⬇️

Tomatoes

You smile when you fall

Wipe the dirt when you stand

Your laughter,

glues your pride back together

Like it never happened

But it did.

You fell in my garden again.

You complimented my tomatoes,

from the ground.

You smiled,

Laughed

and so did I -----------------------------------------------------

Tripping Hazard

My legs are a hazard

I can't seem to keep them on the ground

At least,

not around you

My pride can take it

I think.

I fell in your garden again.

Your tomatoes look lovely,

from here.

I smile,

Laugh

and so do you

[maitaiwiththecorpses]

Poet’s Rule - May 20th, 2024

There’s an old poet’s tale that sits on a hill

Guarding my stories like a daily-swallowed pill

tell not those loved 

the words their tongues

inspired you to aspire 

the strokes on this page 

let these rules guard you

till your olden age

And yet with these rules acquired, 

I can’t help but fail

For my love is like a tyrant, 

Betrayal on every end. 

I can’t help but whisper

Deep into the night, 

this one’s about you 

Before I ghost them goodnight. 

[lactosegremlin]

it’s starting to fade a little and i fucking love watching that. like i will get blue hair specifically for it to fade out into that pretty teal-y slightly green color.

honestly the fucking best.

[sexymoonmansslut]

gentle loves <3

inspired by p4perangel bc they’re adorable and i couldn’t help myself 🫡

[0-maxine-the-machine-0]

i wanted to draw mr wizardly and tex at the same time sooo-

[bnnywngs]

Wei Wuxian had noble blood, although not many liked to remember, so using it to their advantage both the Jiang clan and the Lan clan signed a contract for a arranged marriage between him and their second young master so their claim to the emperor's throne would be stronger after the fiasco with the first young master and his "friend".

He did not know his newly wed husband, haven't seen his face outside of paintings and rumors. The maids and servants around him all treated him with the utmost respect, so unlike a year or so ago when he was considered one of them even though he lived as a young master himself.

They dressed him in luxurious red wedding clothes that felt too heavy and tight on him, with a veil to cover his face and only to be lifted at his wedding chambers by his husband's hand. Everyone told him what to expect and what to do at this important night, even so far as hiring someone to teach him how to care for his body in case his husband turns out to be one to be rough.

But that ended up being futile, his husband has not visited his chamber, even if Wei Wuxian waited the whole night awake, sitting politely on the red cushion between the table with, by now sour, tea and the red bed, veil still on his head and staining everything he saw in the same color as every fabric around him.

Feeling wronged and humiliated, Wei Wuxian dumped the tea on the steps in front of his chamber, deciding to wear his veil until his husband lifted it, with the intention of humiliating the Lan clan back and securing a good divorce if needed.

After the awkward and full of tension breakfast with his new family, Wei Wuxian decided to stay in his chambers reading whatever book he found around, asking for more to his personal servant.

When asked why he wouldn't leave he would say the same thing, "I have no official duties in this household, that means my husband does not need me. I should act accordingly and keep myself away from his eyes."

That went as long as some months, almost half a year, until his husband had enough and finally visited him himself, and did not send someone else.

And, oh, his husband was as beautiful as he was told, although still cold and stubborn.

"You are still wearing it." Lan Wangji said, ignoring the tea in front of him "Why?"

"Why, you ask." Wei Wuxian chuckled "Only a husband can lift a wife's veil, during their wedding night and before consuming it. My husband neither visited me nor wishes to consume our marriage, there are no reasons for me to lift it with my own hands."

Lan Wangji tried to lift it, but Wei Wuxian wouldn't let him, no matter how many times he tried.

After long weeks of meetings and having verbal fights disguised with flowery and poetic speech, Lan Wangji finally lifted the veil and saw his husband's face.

Who would know that love could bloom between them?

[obsesssedblerd]

You look up from your book to see your husband standing over the bassinet with his arms crossed, his brow raising as he looks down inside of it with a tiny scowl. He stays like that for about a minute. You sit up in your shared bed, then call out to him. “Ryo.” 

“Hm.” He doesn’t look up. 

“May I ask what you are doing?” 

“The little brat is staring,” Sukuna says matter-of-factly. “I am simply staring at her in return.” 

Inside of the bassinet, your baby daughter coos. Her scarlet eyes—exactly like her father’s—glitter with interest. You hear her giggle, and you scoff lightly and return your gaze to your book. “She thinks you’re playing a game.” 

“I am doing no such thing.” 

You flip a page. “Put a hand over your face for a few seconds.” He doesn’t respond, but you know he listens. “M’kay, now lift.” There’s silence for a few seconds, then your daughter bursts into a fit of giggles. 

Sukuna rolls his eyes. “I do not understand what is so entertaining about that.” When you look up again, you see that he’s covering his face again, then revealing himself to get the same reaction from the baby.

“It’s called peek-a-boo. It’s a game most babies love to play.” 

The little princess babbles as she lifts her arms up, and Sukuna tilts his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

You snicker. “One: You’ll figure out what she’s saying the more you talk with her. Two: She wants you to pick her up.” 

He sighs dramatically, then reaches into the bassinet to pick up the small girl. Though she has her father’s eyes, she has your hair, the shape of your nose, and your ears. She also has your fearlessness, because she smiles directly in the face of the king of curses. Now at his eye level, she reaches her arms towards him excitedly. “What is it now, you brat? I’m already carrying you.” 

He looks over at you in question, and your smile grows. “She wants to touch your face,” you say. 

“Why?” 

“Because she’s a baby, and she’s curious.” 

Sukuna pulls her closer, and once in range, his daughter lays her tiny hands against his marked face. She giggles more, and you can see his eyes soften. “Hmph. You have your mother’s smile.” 

— — — —

The next morning, you walk into the kitchen where you hear Sukuna speaking with someone. When he turns to the side, you see your daughter nestled in the crook of one of his muscular arms, staring up at him as he concluded whatever story he was telling her. 

“...At the end of the battle, only I remained. Victory was mine.” 

The baby babbles excitedly, and Sukuna scoffs. “Ha, you will do no such thing. How do you expect to join me in battle when you aren’t even a year old, brat?” 

Her face scrunches in what looks like annoyance, and she repeats to him what he taught her the night before. “Hmph.” 

You burst into laughter, and Sukuna raises a brow at the little girl in his arms. “Great. Your mother’s smile, and her attitude.”