#demonic plant/the forbidden butterfly

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

I think this goes to show nothing will stop Bradley or Mineta. They will keep going no matter. We need something worse. Maybe someone else can have a shot?

@demon-blood-youths

"Sadly no. No matter what we do, those two are still going at it. Even if we beat em up, scare em, or do something they just keep going." Jinx mutters with a pout seeing the other female leaders nodding to agree.

"Most of the fractions are banning them now from going near by. Even if their habits don't die it's getting annoying." Yuuka sighed as the girls sigh together, knowing this was going to be a pain. What if they wouldn't stop???

"Their is no need to worry....I taken care of it."

Yuuka, Jinx, Ashley, and Willow blinks to look seeing Agana lowering her tea cup but looks to the girls. She was visiting again but they seem confused.

"Uhhhhh..what do you mean?" Jinx asked.

"..Lets just say the two of them along with their perverted friends tried stealing the girls panties again so..I decided to speak to them myself. So rest assure, they are taken care of..." she said.

"B..but how? They wouldn't stop even if we threatened them.." Ashley said.

"Or did worse, heck even Davion and Jaron did something and they went back at it. Same with the members from the Oda clan from what Taz told us." Yuuka said.

"True but how did you get them to stop and where is the proof?" Willow said.

"......" Agana lowers her tea cup again before she sets it on the table but opens her eyes to look at the girls. "True, you all did just that but it didn't stick to them. They have the thoughts of....wanting what they wish for...it's something bad to remember......so....you had to really get into their heads to make sure it sticks...but to put it simply...they won't do it again..I promise you that." she said.

"I don't believe it..."

"Well..I can tell you....it started a few hours ago.."

~~~~~~~~

"Oh so you were the one that contacted me? You really are cute." Bradley smirked seeing Agana standing there but the other perverts were surrounding her while she remains calm.

"So did you want to ask me out or something but i was going to do that myself anyway. But..what did you wish to say little lady?" he smirked.

"I understand you and your friends tend to steal panties from me, my teammates, and friends due to your..obsession I take it? But..I would kindly ask if you would stop. It's not healthy and it won't do much if you keep doing it." she said.

"Seriously?!" Bradley blinks only to laugh at this with the others even Mineta doing the same. With a good laugh, he smiled to walk over wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Listen sweetheart, we can't help it. Guys have the need to please any girl they wish. It's a thing. Now, you can't really believe we'll stop because you said something. But..." He leans in close almost ready to kiss her. "If you be my girl I might end up stopping. But we'll keep on going anyway." he laughed.

"I see.....so you wish to not stop and keep going Is that right?" she said.

"Well yes.....so what are you going to do?" he asked.

"I would ask you kindly to stop.....but it seems that's not a option for you....and the others." she said. Bradley was confused before he saw her back up to hold her hand up.

"Wait, what are you-"

Right away, blood portals show around the perverts to grab each one and pull them down screaming in fear. Bradley and Mineta was scared seeing each one disappearing or trying to crawl away from the portals but still got taken even so before it leaves just the two of them.

"......"

"W..what did you do to them?!" Bradley said scared.

"Nothing..just sent them to the blood void to be punished for such disturbing behavior...they will be in there for a few hours....though...for you two..I might have something worse for you...since you can't take the lesson to listen..I'll have to be sure you do." she said.

"W.w...what are you?! Some sort of witch!?" Mineta said but Agana looks at them showing a dark red aura around her as blood shows.

"Yes...I'm the blood demon witch...you should know me since I'm part of Ethan's fraction. Though...that should be the least of your worries..I will be sure you learn your lesson so...off you go." With a wave of her hand both of them slips down into a blood portal screaming before the area was quiet.

".......I wonder how long they will be down there.." she mutters.

~~~~~~~~~

"So after staying in the realm for a few hours, I brought them back...but believe me, they have learned their lessons." she said simply.

".....That...that can't be true..how are you.."

"Here; I'll prove it." Snapping her fingers, a blood portal shows spitting out Bradley who was grabbed and struggling.

"Hey! Let go! Come on, I was-!?" He stops seeing Agana but he pales to see her. "Oh n..no, not you again! What is it now!? We stopped stealing the panties, bras, and me flirting with girls! Please I don't want to go to that horrible blood place again!"

"..I'm not going to send you unless you misbehave..but don't you have something to say to the girls? They don't believe that you stopped your creepy ways....so tell them." Agana said as Bradley was shaking in tears.

"I..It's true. Me, Mineta, and the other guys stopped. After w...we came back, we gave back all the panties and bras. I even said sorry to all the other girls I flirted with! I swear I did so let me go! I wanna go home!" he cries.

".......See?" Agana said but the girls was shocked.

"O.O"

"You may take him back.." She said.

"T..thank you.." Bradley said before the blood ghoul takes him back home and the portal disappears.

"......This tea is really good. Is their more?" Agana said but the only thought in the girls minds:

"HOW THE HELL WAS SHE ABLE TO DO THAT!?" they scream in their heads seeing Agana drinking more tea.

[signedeclipse]

Hey Eclipse! I hope you enjoyed the season finale, so so good!

I think an NSFW fic with Mitsuri comforting a recently turned fem!demon reader would be really nice! Maybe with a bit of body worship and some nice words would be great!

I hope you have a great morning/day/night!

Saccharine [Mitsuri X Reader]

Reader is Demon Female | NSFW

Recomended Song - Moonlight by Kali Uchis

Nothing could have hurt her more than seeing you turned, knowing she was the only one around to end it, to end the love she had craved so much in her life.

But something tugged at her, the hope associated with knowing Tanjiro and his sister, begging out that you'd fight it like she did, for her. She wanted it to be a fairytale, like a forbidden love!

As if the gods themselves had heard her plea, when your clawed hands finally moved from your face, every battle wound slowly healing, she saw you calling out to her with the look alone.

"Mitsuri, Mitsuri, what's happening to me?"

Sharp teeth shone in the light of the streetlamp, luckily only your canines seemed to have changed, though you didn't feel very different.

"Ahhh...! Don't worry my dear, you're okay! Thank goodness, you're okay!" She had run forward, sliding onto her knees despite the dirt that stained her stockings, and pulled you into an embrace.

Quickly, your arms wrapped around her, enticed by the sweet scent of her sakura perfume oils and saccharine soaps. She smelt amazing, more than usual, but you shook the thought away with a taboo understanding.

The demons had weaponizedMuzan's blood, and targeted you, known to be close to the hashira, but it seemed thair plan had backfired.

"I want to say it's pure love allowing me to keep my humanity, but I think Shinobu made a good call making us drink Wisteria, it must be combating the cells very efficiently..." You drew in a whisper, trying to convince yourself it wouldn't get any worse than this.

Your desire to eat flesh and bone only filled you with guilt, which repressed the very urges. You wouldn't dare hurt Mitsuri's feelings by eating someone.

When she pulled away, the pale green of her eyes observed every change, quickly flushing upon noticing certain changes in your looks. Your chest was...bigger, to say the least, and with the paler shade of your skin came the red flush of your lips and cheeks, standing out much stronger than before.

"Awh, you're too sweet...you look it, too!" Despite the fact that you had just finished a fight, and nearly succumbed to demonhood, Mitsuri seemed ready to pounce any moment, dancing one of her hands so the tips of her fingers went just below the hem of your corps skirt, pushing it up ever so slightly.

"I don't know...I must look like a freak! This may not even be it...god, who knows..." Hiding your face into your hands, you could feel your eyes burning with tears, ready to spill.

Immediately, Mitsuri shook her head frantically, pushing herself into you so her perked nipples brushed against yours through the cloth.

"No! No, not at all! You look amazing! I mean, you always have, but this suits you too!" The way she leant in with her entire body only worsened the heat in your cheeks, though you made no move to remove your hands from your face.

The girl let off a soft giggle, pushing her snaking hand further up your skirt and pulling at the hem of your panties, releasing it so it snapped against your skin, forcing a yelp from your lips.

"Mitsuri!" You were beyond flushed, worried someone might come across the bloodied alleyway or the pink haired girl getting lewd with you. Thankfully, the bodies left had long disintegrated, but it was still a concerning view.

"I love it when you say my name like that~" Half jokingly, the hashira teased as her head dipped into the crook of your neck, planting butterfly kisses down to your collarbone. She was exceptionally needy, but it seemed she wanted more than just a little flirting session.

When she looked up, Mitsuri noticed in your panting that your tongue had become forked, exciting the girl even further.

With her chest pressed against yours, they were moments from popping the buttons out of her shirt and allowing her breasts to spill. To save her the future embarrassment, your shaky hands quickly undid the buttons, letting them spill out in the cool summer night's air.

You took one into the hand that wasn't loosely hanging from her shoulder, fondling what you considered one of her best assets. When you teased the sharpness of your new claws over the perked nipple, it easily pulled a shudder from the hashira.

"You're always so focused on my tits, is there anything else you like?" "I like all of you! I just think I'm lucky to have these to myself." "You are such a perv, baby, I love it!"

Her derogatory name made you stiff, nervously looking away, focusing on the way her lips peppered kisses back up your neck to your cheek, and how her hand carefully made its way into your panties, pushing two fingers between the wet of your folds.

"It's hard not to be, 'tsuri...I'm thankful every day that I get to call you my own." Voice below a whisper, your eyes were more focused on the entrance to the alleyway, making sure no one was creeping on the two of you.

Each of her fingers slowly drew circles into the warmth of your clit, pushing down with enough pressure to put your eyes back on hers.

"You're so sweet to me, even after going through such a painful transformation! How about you just relax and let me explore my pretty girl's new body?" As she spoke in an attempt to lull you out of your complex thoughts, her fingers teased the opening of your hole, spreading it apart with the tips of her fingers.

Meekly, you nodded, letting the arm on her shoulder curl up to plant in her hair, dragging your hand along the silky feeling of her braids.

She continued to coo while her fingers played with your heat, pushing her thumb into your clit when her fingers finished sliding their full length into your pulsing pussy, which welcomed her kindly. She whispered about the way your breath changed as she'd please you, how your breasts perked, how your eyes shone so beautifully.

Mitsuri was a master at making you go dumb for her, and it seemed even becoming a demon hadn't changed that. The more she spoke, the more you fell into the world she wanted you to. Her fingers easily pumped into your pussy with a wet schlick that matched the soft mewls you'd let fall from your lips.

Her thumb quickened its pace, coalescing into your clit like there was no tomorrow. As much as she loved your sweet sounds, she couldn't help but lock lips with you, exchanging taste and basking in the new feel of your forked tongue that slid through her mouth with interest.

Even with your thighs shaking, her pace only increased. The kiss parted with a string of saliva that only broke when she spoke, falling onto her breasts.

"I love you so much, and I just want you to feel good, you deserve it so. so much." Quickly, she pecked your lips again, which remained parted and matched the hazy look in your eyes.

"Everything will be okay baby, I promise!" the clenching around her fingers told her you were close, though she only responded by pressing down on your clit further, circling her thumb faster so she could hear some more of that cute panting.

"That's right baby, I know, I know it feels so good~" Her voice was a whisper, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention, though she wanted to praise you nonstop when she watched your head fall back, your orgasm reaching a shaking peak.

Only then did she slow the repetitive motions, letting you ride out the addictive feeling, only removing her hand when you lifted your head again.

Happily, the woman popped her fingers into her mouth, licking the sacred slick from them. You tasted as amazing as ever!

Standing from her position on the floor, Mitsuri hooked an arm around your waist and used the arm you had slung over her shoulder to keep you steady on your feet.

"Come on, baby, let's get home and wash up! You won't want anyone to catch all that stuff running down your thighs, do you?"

Author Note -  I loved the finale so damned much! Though, I did wish we would have been Ubuyashiki or the others reaction to another two uppermoons being slayes, esp Tanjiro being one of the ones to get em! My friend actually waited for teh whole reaosn to release so we are watching it all over again rn and they never saw the manga which make sit that much more fun! "Genya became a demon!?!?" Erm...sorta! Anyways! Thank you for requesting, and I hope you enjoy! I love women so much...

Word Count - 1,380

[moonboohoo]

—— WITCH GODDESS 

pairings: iwaizumi hajime x fem! reader 

summary: he believes in good witches. 

genre/tags: fluff, fantasy  

word count: 1.3k+ 

Iwaizumi Hajime was always intrigued and always curious.

       Hajime, 6 years old, had a beautiful mind, a vivid imagination that allowed him to use paintbrushes to colour his worldview. He would put glitters on the shimmering sky, sticking wildflowers on the blank canvas to make it his own reality - he was young and naive, as he did not understand the complexities of the outside life, only living in his own bubble. Hajime would always go outside after eating his breakfast, catching beetles inside the woods and carved his name upon every tree.

     One night, Hajime swore he could see something going through the air. He saw a woman wearing a black robe and a long hat, flying in circles as butterflies fluttered around her, he saw her fingers were glowing, and then - a pink smoke coming out from her fingers, the woman vanished into thin air.

      Hajime was in awe. He quickly went inside the cottage and told his parents about all the things he had seen. But Hajime's parents were not pleased, they exchanged dismayed glances, a thought seemed to pass between them before they returned their gazes to their only son. They're extremely cautious, extremely terrified, a worried expression plastered on their face.

      "Son, the woman is a witch. All witches are bad, there are no good witches. They burned houses, tortured souls, casting evil spells to people - witches are from hell, Hajime. When a witch passes by a town, the flowers, and plants, all die without a reason."

"And we are not going to talk about witches now, okay? Go to bed."

       He nodded quietly and went to his room. Hajime didn't seem to understand them, as his mind was still thinking about the woman. For him, she was an angel who came down from heaven, her entire appearance was ethereal, almost a supernatural presence, though it was hazy and misty tonight he couldn't see her face properly, but he remembered that the woman was smiling at him.

If she was a witch, then she was definitely a good witch.

      Hajime looked out of the window, the flower garden that was planted by his mother was blooming beautifully, so why did his parents lie to him?

                                                   ───────

Many seasons passed, and Iwaizumi Hajime became a knight at the age of 21.

       People worshipped the knights as gods, they never once saw them as mortal men - a knight was bold enough to ride their horses to the battlefield, slicing the enemies without hesitation, and they never rest, never quivered, and never feared.

They still shine brightly in the darkest of moments, and this is what made them knights.

Iwaizumi Hajime, he was a knight.

      Hajime was enormously strong and tall. He was a talented young man who surpassed the famous knight in the world. He was an amazing rider and fighter, and he would always win a battle when challenging a random knight to fight against him. Hajime was always well-prepared, he trained himself with each sword every day to prepare for the worst - he might die any day, and even if he died, he didn't want himself to have died in vain.

      He was given a mission to hunt down witches. The king had already declared that witches were evil by their nature, and all witches were demonized - they manipulated innocent people to harm the others, they wanted more power to rule the world, they wanted people to suffer. Witchcraft was a forbidden fruit to entice people to do very destructive things, people who were the victims of witchcraft would slowly lose a human heart and their humanity, which made them unable to differentiate what is right or wrong.

Hajime was skeptical about it, but he would not dare to disobey the king's orders.

      He had been walking along this forest for over 4 hours, searching for clues, figuring out bits and pieces using his knowledge and trying to come up with his own solution. But Hajime was confused, the clues were so little, and this was all that he had to go on. He remembered seeing a witch once, but it seems like the witch was harmless.

      Hajime always thought that the woman was an angel. If she was a witch, then she was definitely a good witch.

      Hajime let out a tired sigh and decided to call it a day. The sky was slowly getting darker and the wind was starting to pick up. Hajime needed to find a warmer shelter to stay for the night. The atmosphere was starting to get cold and chilly while the wind had slowly become harsher. He rubbed his palms together quickly, letting friction warm them, and he went further into the forest to pick up some woods.

     Strangely enough, he saw cherry blossoms floating through the air. He rubbed his eyes numerous times to get a clearer view of the unexpected situation, and it was true - his eyes didn't deceive him at all. The cherry blossoms were real, the scent of the rich and sweet honey-jasmine filled the air with a lovely fragrance, and it made him want to stay there forever.

     Hajime thought it was weird. Spring ended a while ago, and now it was already the second month of autumn. He could still see autumn leaves scattered on the ground, so why cherry blossoms? When he looked up, one of the cherry blossoms fell on his head, he did not understand why he was seeing pink flowers in the air, he wasn't hallucinating, was he?

     He decided to go deeper into the forest, and he soon realised that the flowers were coming from a certain direction. Hajime decided to follow the flowers to its source, he kept telling himself that he would find it, and he was not going to give up easily.

     The sweet, intoxicating smell was getting stronger and stronger, he quickly walked past the trees and finally reached a small lake, the lake was surrounded by autumn trees - but this was not all, Iwaizumi Hajime was beyond speechless, because the tree in the center was a cherry blossom tree.

      It was indeed a miracle, who would have thought that a cherry blossom tree could survive for the entire autumn season? Hajime couldn't believe his eyes, the view was so heavenly that it took his breath away - it was definitely no ordinary cherry tree, because, in his eyes, the tree was a god's creation.

     Hajime stood under the cherry tree for a few blank moments, until he heard someone calling him.

"Hey, you can actually...see this cherry tree?"

Hajime quickly turned around, and he was surprised that a woman was standing behind him.

       Oh dear, Iwaizumi Hajime had never seen a beautiful woman like her before. Well, to describe her as beautiful would be too simple, this woman was a goddess, an angel - and the flowers, the stars, the moon, the entire galaxy were merely just an accessory to set off her beauty. God blessed her with such pulchritudinous looks, the woman was even prettier than the sculpture of a beautiful naked female that he had seen at the palace. Her voice was like melted honey, her long black hair framed her face like a halo, and the woman was glowing...

     He nodded quietly, and he took a step forward and faced the woman in front of him, his face flushed a deep red.

    "You know, only people who believed in good witches are able to see this cherry tree...because they have a pure heart and a kind soul..." she cupped his face, then went up on tiptoe and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you for believing me, my lovely knight."

[bethagain]

I wasn’t actually planning on this, but somehow I’ve been sucked into @drawlight‘s Good Omens advent calendar fic challenge. I was watching all the mistletoe fics go by, and while the many first-kiss fics are fluffy and lovely, my genfic-loving self couldn’t resist putting a different spin on things. No kisses here, but things do get a little schmoopy by the end. Also on AO3.

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The Dose Makes the Poison

Warlock was a month shy of two years old and walking with more confidence every day. Nanny Ashtoreth, walking beside him on the way to the garden, had to bend a bit to hold his hand. The brim of her black sun hat tilted down toward the tiny child toddling at her knee.

They were on their way to the orchard, because entertaining a two year old indoors all day is boring. Also because Crowley fancied an apple. He’d always been intrigued by the variety of the things, by all the different combinations of tart and sweet. For something that was supposed to be forbidden to humans, God sure did spend a lot of energy coming up with different versions. Something to tempt just about everyone.

Or maybe She’d simply lost track of them. Crowley had long suspected that the evolution thing had been set into motion and then left to run wild. After all, you had to have a sense of humor to invent the elephant. There was that whole “man plans and God laughs” thing, but privately Crowley wasn’t sure She was actually all that funny.

He also thought it was a bit ridiculous that this one house should have such a huge garden and several dozen apple trees, all for exactly three people. (Eleven people, if you counted the staff. Not that the Dowlings ever did.) Whose fault that was, he had no idea. Maybe it was just a human thing. Same way some people got to own a Ferrari and some people took the bus.

The apple trees were old, gnarled, and heavy with red fruit. Here and there, a bunch of bright green mistletoe interrupted the shape of a branch, whitish berries standing out against shiny leaves.

Brother Francis, the gardener, was halfway up the nearest tree, feet planted on the middle rung of a ladder and a pair of pruning shears in his hands. 

The angel’s smile was so bright, Crowley wondered what he could possibly be looking at.

“Well, that’s adorable.” Aziraphale waved to Warlock, who stared up at him, mouth open and a bit of drool on his chin. “Holding Nanny’s hand, are you?”

Crowley’s lip curled into a growl. “Don’t have a choice,” he groused back. “He’ll wander off otherwise. Faceplant into a rosebush. Fall down the well.”

“Babies do take some watching,” Aziraphale agreed.

The baby, otherwise known (or so they thought) as the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness, pulled free of Crowley’s hand, lost his balance, and sat down in the grass with a soft thump. He patted the ground with his little palms, found a stray apple leaf, and put it in his mouth.

“Were you wanting a break?” Aziraphale offered. “I can watch him for a while.”

“You just want to teach him good things.”

“Of course I do.”

“Go on then.” Crowley patted Warlock on the head, and the toddler looked up at him with a gummy smile. “I’m getting an apple,” he said to Aziraphale. “You want one?”

Aziraphale crouched down beside Warlock, looking at him earnestly. “Shall we have an apple?” 

Warlock burbled at him. 

“Yes?” He called after Crowley, “Yes, we’ll have two.”

“Kid barely even has teeth yet,” Crowley grumbled, but he took a few moments to wander among the trees, looking for the brightest, best-looking apples. They all looked good, in fact, plump and shiny among healthy green leaves, in spite of the equally lush mistletoe living its parasitic life on the branches.

He wandered back a few minutes later, three perfect apples in his hands. He gave one to Aziraphale, set one in the grass in front of Warlock, and took a bite of the third. It had a nice crunch. Not too sweet, these ones. An appealing sourness in the background.

He used the hand holding the apple to point toward the trees. “You should trim that away,” he told Aziraphale. “The mistletoe. It’s a parasite. Sucks the life right out of them.”

Aziraphale swallowed his own bite of apple. “I suppose I should, but it’s so pretty. And it doesn’t seem to be harming anything.”

Crowley knew that guilty tone. “We’re not supposed to be calling attention to ourselves, Angel.”

Aziraphale shifted his posture. Looked away. Took another bite of apple.

“Angel.”

“Oh all right. Fine. No more miracles. I’ll trim it tomorrow.”

Crowley stretched out on the grass, long legs crossed at the ankles below the demure knee-length skirt. Aziraphale leaned back on his elbows. Between them, Warlock gummed at his apple, tiny front teeth making little furrows through its bright red peel.

“Humans have a thing with mistletoe, don’t they?” Aziraphale said, after a while.

“They do,” Crowley said. 

“A sort of romantic thing, isn’t it?”

“Something like that.” Crowley, in fact, knew all about it, because he was the one who had invented it. 

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300 years earlier

In a windowless room in one of the middle levels of Hell, a dozen demons sat around a conference table. Its scratched surface was littered with coffee mugs. The mugs were chipped and the coffee was cold. Crowley had made the mistake of adding creamer to his. Clumps of beige powder now floated on top, refusing to dissolve. 

Up above their heads, through layers of stone, earth, and spiritual darkness, horse-drawn carriages rattled along the streets of eighteenth century London. It was late December, the time of year when days were short, weather was cold, and tempers were easily frayed. 

At least Crowley’s chair still had both its arms. That didn’t quite make up, though, for the fact that the adjustable height didn’t adjust anymore. Crowley’s head was six inches lower than it ought to be. To his left, Ligur was six inches taller than he ought to be. On Crowley’s right, a demon whose name he’d never bothered to learn was trying to balance on a seat that was no longer properly attached to its base. 

Beelzebub, Prince of Hell, lounged in the cushy executive chair at the table’s head. Their chair was at the exact right height. Their coffee cup steamed. 

Ligur’s demonic possessions of a dozen housewives had earned a round of applause. Merihem, who had tempted a cook to poison an entire banquet hall, had gotten a nod of approval. 

Crowley was the last to give his report. He sat straighter, trying to make up for the missing six inches. He’d done some good demonic activity this season, really he had. If a few of them were trades with Aziraphale, this crew didn’t need to know. Frame it right, and he’d get credit for tempting a father to go out for tobacco one night and never return. Never mind that the man was an abusive bastard.

He got full points, too, for leading a man into bigamy, against the marriage vows he’d made before God and man in London’s finest cathedral. If all three of them are now living together on a farm in northern Scotland, it’s nobody’s business but theirs. That one wasn’t even part of the Arrangement, it was just Crowley thumbing his nose at Her stupid rules--and breathing a sigh of relief when he got away with it.

He did have one thing he thought they’d genuinely get a kick out of. He thought it was particularly demonic. Right up their alley. “I invented a new Christmas thing.”

Beelzebub took a sip of coffee and leaned forward, elbows on the table. “Go on, demon Crowley.”

Crowley reached into a jacket pocket and drew out a sprig of mistletoe. He had to stifle a giggle.  He was really, legitimately proud of this one. “They think it’s a symbol of love!”

He looked around the table, waiting for the response. 

Everyone stared back at him.

“They hang it above their doorways. If two humans stand under it, they have to kiss.”

Beelzebub tilted their head, set down their coffee. “Sszzzoo?”

“So, they think it’s romantic,” Crowley said, a little desperately.

Blank looks.

“It’s poisonous!” He shook the sprig of mistletoe at them. A few berries came loose and bounced their way across the table. “The berries make you sick to your stomach. If you make a tea out of the leaves, you’ll be nauseated. It makes your vision go blurry. Butterflies in your stomach, weak in the knees… Get it?”

They didn’t get it.

He couldn’t help grinning, even then. They’d get it when he told them. “It’s all the symptoms of unrequited love!”

Ligur leaned across Crowley to the demon on his other side, hissed, “I don’t get it.”

“And how,” said Beelzebub, “does that get us new soulszz?”

Crowley set the sprig of mistletoe down on the table. He smoothed the leaves, brushed a finger across the remaining berries. It didn’t. That wasn’t the point. The point was, it was funny. 

Wasn’t it?

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“That was very clever, my dear” Aziraphale said, when Crowley finished the story. 

“It’s all right,” Crowley said, “It’s not your thing. You’re all about the requited love, not the other kind.”

“It’s not as though I haven’t seen it. They do get so upset. It’s just like your poison, isn’t it. Not enough to kill them, but it does make them feel like they’re going to--” He trailed off. “Where’s the baby?”

Crowley sat up, looking around wildly. “You said you were watching him!”

“He can’t have gone far.” Aziraphale got to his feet, eyes scanning the grass around them. “Oh,” he said, relieved. “There he is. He’s just playing with the mistletoe.”

Warlock was there beside the nearest apple tree, about twenty meters away, wobbling a bit on his short little legs as he peered at a branch weighed down to the ground with ripe apples. A bright green bunch of mistletoe rested at the level of his head. He reached into it, tiny fingers grabbing a greenish-white berry that immediately went into his mouth. 

Demons can move very quickly when they need to. Crowley crossed the distance at a run, grabbing Warlock and plucking the berry from his mouth. Warlock immediately began to wail. 

Aziraphale snatched the crying toddler from his arms. He whispered something against his hair, and Warlock quieted. “You didn’t have to scare him like that.”

“He was eating the mistletoe!”

“You said it would just make him sick to his stomach.”

“That’s adults,” Crowley groaned, sinking to the ground as though his knees were giving out. “And only if you just eat a little. Higher doses will kill you.” He gestured weakly at Warlock, now sitting calmly in Aziraphale’s arms. “It doesn’t take much to make a big dose for a baby.”

“Crowley!” Aziraphale looked horrified. “Why would you-- And they’re using it for Christmas decorations?”

“They were doing it anyway,” Crowley sighed. “I only added the romance part. And I didn’t make it poisonous in the first place,” he added. He pointed upward. “That wasn’t me, that was Her.”

“Well,” Aziraphale said. “Death by poisoning. I suppose that would have been one way to put an end to our problem.”

Crowley reached out and Aziraphale handed Warlock back over. The little boy snuggled up to his Nanny, who bounced him gently against her chest. “I suppose it would have been.” Nanny leaned her head down to look Warlock in the eyes. “You ready to go back to the house now?” 

Warlock giggled back at her. 

Nanny set him on his feet and reached down for a tiny hand. “See you later, Brother Francis.” The two of them walked back across the garden, toward the big house. Nanny had to bend down a bit to hold on to Warlock’s hand, the brim of her black sun hat tilted down toward the little boy toddling by her knee. 

Brother Francis watched them go. Then he crossed the grass back to the orchard, picked up the shears, and began pruning away the mistletoe. 

[valerian-chai]

yo whats numinous about 👀✨✨

I assume you’re into snk since I keep mentioning the characters in the tags but... Numinous isn’t strictly an snk story.

It has several related meanings but I mostly focus on two which are:

1. Of, relating to, or like a numen; spiritual or supernatural

2. Surpassing comprehension or understanding: mysterious

It’s a series of drawings I did when I was younger to explore things that were sort if forbidden to me, since I come from a very religious family. My family was uncomfortable with the drawings at first... I mean people wearing animal skulls as helmets and girls with butterflies crawling out of their mouths, and (most of all) people with horns being choked by vines aren’t very christian are they? Haha

But now it’s kind of what they know me for? (That and drawing couples in heavy winter coats) It’s what they look for in my art.

It’s an escape.

In regards to AU’s for stories snk is the main one I focus on but I did some for oofuri back in the day.

Marco is a witch who goes to gather some plants and things for medicines from the forest behind his house, which is rumored to be “haunted” He doesn’t really care much and picks some mushrooms or something off a dead log but that’s not actually a log 👀 it’s Jean, the forest god who’s been asleep for ages. Having parts of your body randomly picked off when you’re sleeping is an excellent way to wake a guy up, so he does, and he’s pissed, and Marco’s in trouble.

(Why does tumblr have such awkward paragraph spacing on mobile 😑) anyways the short rundown of the others is Historia is a drowned queen who lives in the lake, Ymir was her guard and lover who killed herself just by the shore after she found Historia’s body. Now they’re both ghosts and Ymir kills anyone who approaches that isn’t of the supernatural (she tried to kill Jean once but it’s. Jean’s forest and Jean’s lake so that didn’t go over well).

Mikasa is a statue (think weeping angels but less terrifying) and Sasha is a nymph who’s always got some kind of bug crawling around on her cuz she’s gross like that

Eren is a demon basically. Idk what else to call him. Look up hands dipped in ink and that’s his aesthetic. He’s gross and loud and drools too much. Jean and Mikasa are basically the only thing keeping him from destroying the village right outside the treeline. Mikasa cuz when he gets mad she locks him in her arms and goes solid and he can’t really move and Jean, because of the boundaries he holds over the forest. Eren can’t get out and people can’t get in (except Marco, who’s fence line goes into the forest, therefore making his home a part of it)

[esthersequeira]

polychromatic

blue || hyacinthum

when he cried, i saw a torrential downpour. the kind that could destroy nations and cause havoc on a person. and the first time he cried in front of me, he told me baby i’ll never do it again how could i baby i didn’t mean it baby please don’t cry baby it’ll make me cry baby don’t cry baby please don’t cry baby i love you baby i really love you really baby i’m sorry baby. his fist fell heavy at his side, just as heavy as it had fallen on my cheek. he told me his father put his fist through walls, so he put his fist through walls. i would often sit among the scattered remnants of his love. the roses, they remind me of him. the thorns remind me of the blows he delivered, marking me each time, drawing blood each time. but the petals on the bluebells he sent, they remind me of the kisses he planted on each bruise. his mouth would open just slightly and i would be able to feel his breath on my face, warm and coaxing. and the letters! the sweet nothings he’d whisper to me promising me he’d never do it again. god how i wish i believed them. but i just couldn't, just like the sun and the ocean line, forever in awe of each other, always distant, but never meeting. and maybe i will remember him forever by the twisted catastrophe he played me out to be.

grey || ravus

do you like the taste of metal? the taste of rotting rust and decaying bullet caught in your jaw. do you like firing blanks in the dead of the night? no one loves you anymore mi amor, ah but what do you care, your juliet’s your gun. did you like playing dress up in your fathers old uniform? your mother often whispered to you that you didn’t have what it took to be him. do you often call your father to hear him send abuses down your ear? the tone of his voice makes you flinch but you blame it on the knife that’s digging into your palm. do you still stare down the barrel of the shot gun you bought last winter? that cold winter morning, you learnt how to shoot. do you like the feel of rope in your hands? do you finally feel in control? do you want to live? do you want to die?

yellow || flavus

is it true that girls like me glow golden? is it true that girls like me make you think of butterflies? is it true that my skin shines when the sun does? is it true that girls like me cry sunshine?

does my presence leave you reminiscent of warm sands and soft waves? does my voice carry like lazy summer afternoons? does my body remind you of the shape of bottles of beer? does the way i look at you feel like being tanned?

do i really taste like salted caramel and gold honey? do i really feel like acrylic on denim and mahogany furniture? do i really smell like oranges and lemons? do i really sound like poetry and symphonies? do i really feel like shades of light and warmth?

purple || purpureus

she’s drunk on old cartoons, liquid tv and hazy nights. her eyes catch winks of neon signs that glow bright far too late in the night. her head tilts back when she laughs. and when she kisses him, his world stops. she has a habit of holding onto the front of his jacket. holding tight, and not letting go, holding tight to her balloon boy. she won’t do what her mother did. she’s felt love, and she’ll be damned if she lets it go. her hands trail constellations on his bare back, and he forgets about going home. she talks about the stars like they spin just for her. when she talks about something she loves, her voice drops down. you have to lean in to hear her. she won’t have anyone listen to her heart and the things that make it what it is. she won’t tell them she loves the louvre. what if someone stole it away from her?

white || albus

angel child tell your mother what's wrong. tell her you can't sleep anymore and your heart has turned to stone. angel child talk to your father about your mind. tell him you go for therapy and drink at night to keep warm. angel child tell your brother you love him. tell him he's stronger than he thinks. angel child hug your sister. tell her she's beautiful and will one day find someone who loves her more than life itself. angel child kiss the girl you love. tell her she's radiant and write poetry about her. angel child say good bye to your friends before you leave. tell them they are kind and gentle and tell them not to lose hope. angel child get off that ledge. no angel child not like that.

green || virids

i fear not, you or your demons. but i do so hope you worry about mine. you tell me that shakespeare was right and we should all be scared of the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meet it feeds on, but here you are, worried about me running away with the girl with a golden heart. but oh how foolish you are! this land you place your foot on is not your own. you walk in gardens that weren’t made for you, and breathe in saccharine air that you do not deserve. these flowers that you trample beneath your feet, weren’t created for the woes you relay unto them. they trembled for your mercy because they knew the devil walked among them.

golden || aureus

the light in your eyes never seemed to fade, it shone honey iridescent shimmering incandescent gold. they would often beckon my name, even if it hadn’t come out of your mouth. the pages of your journal held that light. the movies that you watched held it too. as did the songs that you sung and the sketches you drew. you gave out light to everyone who could hold it. you gave it to your mother, and you gave it to your father. you gave it to me and to your sister. did you give out too much, sunshine? or were you simply looking to throw away the human part of you?

red || ruber

i found him in the blood that poured from my veins. i found in his voice the garden of eden. i found in him the forbidden fruit. but be warned, for when he talked he spat roses in my face, and called it art. he told me his sins were heavenly and my miracles too hellish to endure. he cast away dead flowers to empty graves and laughed at the thought of ending up in one. and as the weather outside became harder, colder and bitter; as did he. beer bottles became vodka and i, his muse became another saturated soul in his book of lust. he told me love poured out him the way poetry poured out of me, and wouldn’t the world be a better place if only everyone could have his love?

silver || argenteus

come now darling, fabricate some lies and tell me you care. come now darling, drink your beer, your liquor's cheap and your eyes even cheaper. come now darling, smoke away your imported sophistication and kiss some people who's names you won't remember. come now darling, show me where you want to run away too and hold my hand pretending you'll take me with you. come now darling, write me a verse or two and sing me that one song we loved. come now darling, curl your hands around my neck and let me breath your intoxicating perfume. come now darling, put your hands on my waist like you did once before. come now darling, show me you care, just once more. come now darling, watch me open a door and leave with your heart. oh come now darling, don't cry, i'm only doing to you what you did to me.

[just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms]

Sanity is Relative Chapter 5

Catch up on this series!! 

Characters: Darby, Ema, Sam, and Dean

Word Count: 2,000

Written by @uttertrash--butlikecutetrash and @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms

Chapter Five

Darby

2 weeks.

It had been 2 weeks since the incident in the art room. My head is healing fine. I had a mild concussion and a small cut on the back of my head. Apparently it bled like crazy but it just seemed a lot worse than it actually was.

What is truly worse than the cut on my head is my mental state. Barely ate, never slept. That gnawing sadness crept back into my head instantly. I haven’t left my room since the night that it happened. Well, that wasn’t true. You see, I found a piece of broken mirror while in the hospital…. When you leave the ward and come back they are supposed to strip search you. I guess they took pity on me considering why I left. But a day later they learned to never trust me again. I took that lovely piece of broken mirror and cut three nice long, thick slices into the back of my thigh. When you do that in a nut house you lose privileges. Like the privilege of having your own room without constant surveillance…. and pants. I’ve been in this gown for about a week and a half now.

Even as I write this I have a nurse watching my every scribble, ready to launch into action if I should decide that pen to the jugular is the way to go. Not the way I want to go, by the way. But I am ready to leave at any time…

A clearing throat drew me from my journaling. I looked up to see a shy Ema waving from the door frame.

I quickly whip a blanket over my legs and give her a sheepish grin in return.

“Can I come in?” Ema asked the nurse quietly.

“I have to pat you down first,” she replied.

Ema rolled her eyes, “Oh come on Gina. You’ve known me for 2 years now. Do you really have to pat me down?” Gina the nurse stood with a nod and began to feel Ema for what I assume was sharp objects that I could hurt myself with. “You could at least buy me a drink first.” Ema sassed and Gina laughed.

I honestly had no idea Ema had a mouth on her.

As Ema sat on the foot of the bed I handed my journal and pen to Gina, “Can you give us like 20 minutes alone?” Gina took what was in my hands and shook her head. “Oh come on. I haven’t had a real human interaction in weeks. Please?” I gave an exaggerated pout and batted my lashes.

Gina rolled her eyes, “you get 5 minutes. I have to go get clean dressing for your thigh.” Ema and I smiled and gave her a salute as she walked out of the door.

“How are you feeling?” Ema asked quietly. I shrugged in response. “I sensed your energy was dark and—“

“Em, you know that sensing energy stuff isn’t real, right?” I give her a woeful look as I cut her off, “It’s just a product of your mental illness.”

Ema lips pulled into a tight line and she nodded. She scratched at the side of her face before continuing, “but you aren’t doing well, are you?”

I scoffed, “Of course I’m not. I’m stuck in this fucking room for another week. I am forbidden from having pants and underwear while I’m in this damn room, and in all honesty, I just want to die.”

The last sentence stung. It always stung to say that out loud. But it’s how I felt. It was real.

“Did you try to…”

“Kill myself again?” I raised my eyebrow and Ema nodded. A sigh escaped my lips and I shook my head. “No. No I just… I wanted to take my body back. James tried to take my skin from me, tried to take control…. So I took it back. I took back the control….”

“That is a terrible coping mechanism, Darby.”

I laughed, “No shit.”

Ema chuckled a little to my response and put her hand on mine. Suddenly a warm, soothing feeling washed over me. I felt calmer than I had in weeks. Who knew all I needed was some person to person contact to start to feel right again. Well, as right as I could.

“I’m going to be honest,” Ema tucked one of her curls behind her ear, “Sam and Dean asked me to pop in to see how you are.”

“They did?” I sat up a little straighter at the sounds of their names.

Ema smiled widely and nodded, “They sure did. They have been very concerned about you since you left. Especially Dean.”

I chewed on my bottom lip a little bit before smiling, “Dean is concerned for me?” Ema nodded again. A warm, butterfly sensation grew in my gut. I tried to quell it quickly. “He’s still kind of a tool. Like a really, really pretty tool.”

This caused Ema to burst into laughter. She laughed so hard tears fell from her eyes. “He kind of is.” She wiped the tears from her cheeks, “But he still saved you.”

I rang my hands together a little and that warm bitch of a butterfly grew fiercer in my gut. I couldn’t speak for a moment. Suddenly too aware of my tongue. When I finally opened my mouth my voice was small and very unlike itself.

“Tell them I said thank you.”

“Of course.”

The nurses footsteps could be heard coming down the hall. Ema stood from the bed and then came over and gave me a hug. She was so warm and smelled like springtime. I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face.

“I’m sorry I called you a schizo that night, Em.” She pulled back from the hug slightly to look at my face. I chewed my lip once more and sighed. “I was an asshole, you didn’t deserve that.”

Ema’s big blue eyes stared into me. I swear they could see into my very soul. She planted a soft kiss on my forehead. “I forgive you.”

I wrapped her up tight in a hug again. “We should do some bonding when I get out of here.”

“I’d like that.” Ema’s voice sounded like it had tears in it, but happy ones. “What shall we do?”

I glanced over to the door to make sure we were still alone before I continued. I whispered in her ear, “Let’s break into the records room and see what brought our knights in shining armor to this facility. I don’t know about you but I want to know more about these two that came out of nowhere and saved us.”

Ema pulled back and looked at me with a mischievous grin, “I like the way you think, Darby.”

———————

Ema

Walking away from Darby’s room I couldn’t help but smile. She was warmer as I left than when I came to her. She felt some of the light, some of the hope. I know it won’t cure her, there is too much pain and darkness for a few hugs to fix. Looks like I really can heal. What my mind was really focusing on was Darby’s idea of an adventure. Sure, I wanted to bond more with her after everything that happened, but the records room seems a little too extreme.

The more I thought about it though, these boys did need some looking into. Darby wasn’t the only one to hear them talk about a hunt weeks back in the day room. And I have a strange feeling that my energy surge didn’t just contain itself to our room.

Maybe they noticed something? Maybe they have a mission to complete here? Dean definitely seemed to be fighting all of this more than Sam. But Sam also had a warmer energy than Dean did. Either way though, something about them needed explaining.

When I got back to my room I grabbed my journals and climbed into bed. Each had a different purpose. One was for how my day went. Another was for my adventures in my imaginary world. The final one contained all my witchcraft adventures. As I opened the witchy book, I picked up where I had left off.

That surge, that power. It was so empowering and terrifying all at the same time. One day maybe I’ll be able to figure out if it’s all real. Sure, I had the fact that I physically threw people across the room. But in all honesty, this sort of thing has happened entirely in my head and not in reality and I’ve never known the difference. The life of my brain is not an easy one.

“You’re beautiful.” “You’re kind.” “You’re powerful.” All of them were followed with even louder voices. “You’re crazy.” “You’re broken.” “Why are you such a disaster?” “Don’t you know it’s not real?” All of it keeps coming in waves and waves. I don’t know what’s real. I don’t know who’s really talking to me, the person across from me or the voices in my head. Nothing is normal. Nothing is easy. Nothing is good. It’s all the voices seem to scream.

Rarely, I got a good voice. I got Matthew’s voice. He always knew how to reassure me and build me up in a way that was genuine and amazing. He never treated me different for what I heard. He never made me feel like I was abnormal. Most days he even tried to encourage my adventures. Matthew used to sit there and listen to me ramble on and on about what happened in my head, and he would love every minute of it. He would praise me for my bravery. He would give me ideas on how to conquer my demons.

Matthew always knew how to see me when I felt invisible. His embrace...it pulled back all of my broken pieces. I was warm, I was safe, and I was whole.

The doctors always give me a look when I talk about him. Friends say he sounds too good to be true. I can see him, and feel him. I know he’s there. But I get the impression though that others can’t. But somehow, in my gut,I know he was real. Why else would it have hurt so profoundly when he died?

I honestly don’t know if anything is real. Darby, Sam, the doctors...they might all be right. I’m a schizo, not a witch. Not a conqueror of all that is powerful and mystical. I’m not forever grieving a lost love. I’m a nut case in a nut house. That’s it.

I’m a freak. I’m better off being alone. Darby needs to heal. Not get let down by some basket case. I am so tired of pretending that I’m okay. I’m tired of pretending that I’m strong. I’m not. I’m weak. I’m damaged. And I’m broken.

It wasn’t until I re-read my entry that I realized it had gone from witchcraft to things I usually put in my other journal about my day. As a witch, in that part of my head and world it was all real. My adventures, they were all real. But my journal about my day, that’s where the darkness screams out. I hate being this way. I hate having zero control on what my mind will do next. I hate not knowing what is reality and what isn’t. I hate hurting so much that every fiber of your being and existence is crying with you.

I was right in my entry. Darby needed someone who could help her actually heal. Not someone who thought they could cure her with magical hugs.

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[newyorktheater]

October is always a busy month for theater in New York, but it’s gone up a notch this time. Below is a selection, organized chronologically by opening date.

On Broadway alone, eight shows are opening this month, an unusually high number, and they’re widely varied: two new plays by dramatists making their Broadway debuts (including one still in school) and two new plays by Pulitzer winning playwrights; a concert by David Byrnes; hip hop improv by the group co-founded by Lin-Manuel Miranda; a musical based on a young adult fantasy novel;  a Tennessee Williams revival starring Marisa Tomei. And that doesn’t even include the latest edition of “Forbidden Broadway,” which encompasses all of Broadway, but will be running (as usual) Off Broadway.

Also Off-Broadway Jonathan Groff, Tammy Blanchard, and Christian Borle are returning to New York — all in the same show, a revival of “Little Shop of Horrors.”  A new musical by David Henry Hwang and Jeanine Tesori is opening at the Public; Thomas Kail (the Hamilton director who is helming the improv show  on Broadway) is directing “The Wrong Man” starring Joshua Henry at MCC; Repertorio Espanol has adapted Junot Diaz’s Pulitzer winning novel for the stage.

Given what’s happening in the news, it shouldn’t be too surprising that there are two different versions of Macbeth opening this month, plus any number of plays about politics… and politicians — Brian Cox as LBJ and Harvey Fierstein as Rep. Bella Abzug.

The New York International Fringe Festival, which moved last year from August to October,  is in this second go-round in the new month seriously pared down to 40 shows (from the usual 200), but that’s still intimidating.

The Fringe shows are not the only out-there shows running in October. There is an immersive version of Sondheim’s “Into The Woods” and a show at BAM with a cast of 100 that has a runtime of 24 hours.

Each title below is linked to a relevant website.

Color key: Broadway: Red. Off Broadway: Purple, blue or black. Off Off Broadway: Green.Theater festival: Orange.Puppetry: Brown. Immersive: Magenta.

October 1

The Great Society (Vivian Beaumont)

A follow-up to Robert Schenkkan’s play “All The Way, this one follows President Lyndon B. Johnson (this time starring Brian Cox) during his presidency from his election until his resignation.

Dublin Carol (Irish Rep)

In this play by Conor McPherson, John Plunkett is haunted by memories of a shameful past and shattered life. On Christmas Eve, an unexpected visit from his estranged daughter, Mary, forces John to confront his demons and grapple with his chance at redemption.

October 2

Freestyle Love Supreme (Booth)

The hip-hop improv show co-founded by Lin-Manuel Miranda comes to Broadway

The New Englanders (MTC)

In Jeff Augustin’s play, Eisa wants to be the next Lauryn Hill and is struggling to break free of her sleepy New England town where she feels hopelessly trapped. Her fathers are being pulled in different directions of their own.

October 3

Fringe BYOV

The New York International Fringe Festival has been pared down from its first two decades. That still leaves 40 shows, but, unlike previous years, none have been adjudicated. Following the Edinburgh model, any company could put on a show. The BYOV means Bring Your Own Venue; the idea was to present theater in all five boroughs,  but only one of the six venues this year is outside Manhattan. Irondale in Brooklyn features four shows, including  Savana Glacial (pictured above) a dark comedy about a love triangle written by the most celebrated living contemporary Brazilian playwrights, Jô Bilac;  The Four of Us, a revival of the 2007 play by Itamar Moses (The Band’s Visit); and Update, by MAD LAB, an immersive performance-ritual using music, dance, theater, creative technology, and installation art

October 6

Slave Play (Golden)

The Old South lives on at the MacGregor Plantation — or so it initially seems, with three interracial couples engaging in sexual gamesmanship. My review of the play Off-Broadway

October 7

Heroes of the Fourth Turning (Playwrights Horizons)

Set in Wyoming a week after the deadly 2017 Charlottesville riot, the new play sees four young conservatives reunite for a backyard barbecue in Wyoming. Written by Will Arbery (“Plano”)

October 9

The Wrong Man (MCC)

With book, music and lyrics by Ross Golan, direction by Thomas Kail (Hamilton), this musical is set in Reno, Nevada, and tells the story of Duran (Joshua Henry), a man just scraping by who is framed for a murder he didn’t commit,

October 10

Linda Vista (Second Stage’s Hayes)

In Tracy Letts’ play, Wheeler is a 50-year-old divorcee in the throes of a mid-life spiral. Just out of his ex-wife’s garage and into a place of his own, Wheeler starts on a path toward self-discovery—navigating blind dates, old friends, and new love.

Terra Firma (Baruch)

Years after a conflict known as the Big War,  a tiny kingdom wrestles with the problems of running a nation

October 12

The Pout Pout Fish (New Victory)

A new musical based on the best-selling children’s book series. After everyone’s favorite frowny fishie tries to glimpse his reflection in Ms. Clam’s mystical pearl, both Pout-Pout and the pearl are suddenly swept out to sea!

The Unbrunch

Explore Wonderland on five floors of a building in “a secret location in Chelsea”

  October 15

The Rose Tattoo (Roundabout’s American Airlines)

Marisa Tomei stars in a revival of Tennessee Williams’ play about Serafina, a widow, who rekindles her desire for love, lust, and life in the arms of a fiery suitor

Soft Power (Public)

An odd and hilarious fever dream imagining an American musical as created by theatermakers in a future dominant Chinese society, created by David Henry Hwang (M. Butterfly, Yellow Face) and Jeanine Tesori (Fun Home; Violet; Caroline, or Change)

Scotland, PA (Roundabout’s Laura Pels)

A new musical adaptation of Billy Morrissette’s 2001 film riffing on Macbeth, set in a sleepy Pennsylvania town, involving the manager of a burger joint and his ambitious wife.

The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao (Repertorio Espanol)

Marco Antonio Rodríguez adapts the Pulitzer Prize-winning novel by Junot Diaz about Oscar, a naive “nerd” from New Jersey who has finally left the grips of his imposing Dominican mother and is attending his first semester of college at Rutgers with his rebellious sister.  He has big dreams, but feats he won’t get them because of the “fukú”—a curse that has haunted Oscar’s family for generations. In Spanish with English subtitles.

October 16

The Lightning Thief (Longacre)

Director Stephen Brackett (“A Strange Loop”) and book writer Joe Tracz bring Rick Riordan’s bestselling young-adult fantasy novel to Broadway. My review when it was Off-Broadway

  Forbidden Broadway The Next Generation (The Triad)

After a five year absence, Gerard Alessandrini is back, roasting everything you’ve seen on Broadway since the last edition of Forbidden Broadway.

Last Audience (New York Live Arts)

“A live laboratory for the communal work of conjuring…comprised of a set of unique scores written for each performance.” This is free with a RSVP, but you consent to being filmed. There is also a free public meal before each performance.

October 17

The Sound Inside (Studio 54)

Mary-Louise Parker stars in this play by Adam Rapp: A brilliant Ivy League professor, a mysterious student and a troubling favor.

Little Shop of Horrors (West Side Theater)

Seymour is a down-on-his-luck florist with a crush on his co-worker Audrey. When he discovers a mysterious – and voracious – plant, suddenly Seymour and Audrey are thrust into an epic battle that will determine the fate of the entire human race. A revival hard to argue with, given that its cast includes Jonathan Groff, Tammy Blanchard, Christian Borle

Into the Woods 

Rooftop Musical Society immersive version of Sondheim’s fractured fairytale, unfolding on two floors of St. Paul’s Lutheran Church in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. “Audience members might find themselves having a drink at the tavern with the witch (who raps!), buying some bread (or sweets) from the Baker and his wife, helping Jack sell his cow for magic beans, trying on Cinderella’s gold slipper, or flirting with royalty.”

October 18

All Hallows Eve (Connolly)

A new horror musical using puppetry about twins bored with Halloween who are confronted by a demoness. Comic, bloody and “definitely not for young children.”

The Second Woman (BAM)

An only-at-BAM kind of show. Over a period of 24 hours, one woman and 100 men repeat the same scene 100 times, with different results. It’s inspired by Cassavetes’ meta-theatrical 1977 film Opening Night. Stay as little or as long as you want.

October 20

David Byrne’s American Utopia (Hudson)

A stage adaptation of David Byrne’s 2018 album

Games (Soho Playhouse)

Based on a true story and set in 1936, Berlin, where Jewish athlete Helene Mayer is selected for the Nazis’ Olympic Squad.

The Independents (The Theater Center)

Playwright Christopher Ward imagines the stormy relationship between young American artist Mary Cassatt and great French master Edgar Degas.

October 21

Power Strip (Lincoln Center) 

In this new play by Sylvia Khoury, Yasmin, a young Syrian refugee, spends her days tethered to an electric power strip in a Greek refugee camp, discovering that she must forget everything she values in order to survive.

October 22

For Colored Girls….(Public)

A revival of Ntozake Shange’s “For Colored Girls Who Have Considered Suicide/When The Rainbow is Enough,” an unlikely Tony-nominated  hit on Broadway in 1976 that Shange (who died last October) called a “choreopoem.” It tells the stories of seven black women using poetry, song, and movement.

Bella Bella (Manhattan Theater Club)

Harvey Fierstein stars as Bella Abzug in a solo-play he’s written set in 1976, on the eve of her bid to become New York State’s first female Senator,

Is This A Room? (Vineyard)

A play based on verbatim FBI transcripts of the interrogation of 25-year-old former Air Force linguist named Reality Winner. She surprised at her home by the FBI, interrogated, and then charged with leaking evidence of Russian interference in U.S elections. Reality remains in jail with a record-breaking sentence.

October 23

What If They Went To Moscow (BAM)

Based on Chekhov’s Three Sisters,but experimental with audience reactions to two different media. Two audiences in different BAM theaters watch the live performance of the show — one on stage, the other as a film — and then switch at intermission.

October 26

Cole Porter at the York

Panama Hattie (York)

A revival of Cole Porter��s 1940’s hit, in which a brassy nightclub owner must bid for the approval of her fiancé’s family

October 27

Macbeth (CSC)

Corey Stoll and Nadia Bowers star in Shakespeare’s tragedy.

The Michaels (The Public)

Richard Nelson, best-known for his multi-part, low key, in real time family sagas The Apple Family plays and The Gabriels:Election Year in the Life of One Family, brings us another one. In the kitchen belonging Rose Michael, a celebrated choreographer, she and those around her cook dinner, rehearse modern dances, eat and talk — about art, death, family, dance, politics, and the state of America. The seven-member cast includes Nelson regulars Jay O. Sanders and Maryann Plunkett.

Monsoon Season (Rattlestick)

In this “brutally demented romantic comedy” by Lizzie Vieh, it’s monsoon season in Phoenix, Arizona, and recently separated couple Danny and Julia are spiraling into chaos.

October 28

Seared (MCC)

Theresa Rebeck’s play about a talented by temperamental chef who scores a big mention in the press for his signature scallops,  but, much to the frustration of his business partner, refuses to repeat himself for the masses. Cast includes Raul Esparza and Krysta Rodriguez

October 29

The Hope Hypothesis (Sheen)

A black comedy by Cat Miller about an immigrant from Syria and a law student who goes to get her green card and gets caught into the maze of immigration hysteria.

October 30

Hamnet (BAM)

Irish theater company Dead Centre, inspired by Shakespeare’s son Hamnet, who died at the age of 11, creates a play about a boy searching for his father

October 2019 New York Theater Openings October is always a busy month for theater in New York, but it's gone up a notch this time.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Hey Ashley? Are you alright even after your glass house got destroyed twice?

@demon-blood-youths

Ashley was looking at her greenhouse seeing it was still being rebuilt. She did sniff to clean her eyes. That's when she blinks to hear the anon to turn and look at them. Her tears were dry so it wouldn't know she was upset.

"U..Ummm, it's a greenhouse. Not a glass house." she mutters looking away.

"S..second, I'm alright. It's been the f..forth time it got destroyed b...but it's alright...It gets rebuilt after...It just takes longer to regrow everything I..I had again.." she mutters. "T..Though, I'm really not in the mood to answer q..questions r.right now so could y..you leave me alone p..please?" she said going to get her bag. She will have to get new plant seeds and things when the greenhouse was rebuilt.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

ASHLEY!!

Is it true that you have a harem to trick boys to falling in love with you!!! Though, why are you the only girl in the fraction! Are you trying to seduce boys!?

"!?!"

She yelps like a little squeak, holding something but drops it to see it was a bag of items though they were gifts for her friends and one being for Joshua.

"A..a what?" Ashley picks up the bag then looks at the anon but she got nervous hearing this that her eyes widen.

"W.w...w...wait, a harem? W..what is t...that?" she asked. "A..and why? I mean true I'm only girl in the fraction but-" She even looked nervous when hearing the question of seducing boys.

"S.s...se...seducing b..b....boys!? L..Like a s..s..succubus!? M..Me?!? I...I don't...I w..would n...never...I...I..." She was sweating now feeling nervous that all this went to her head to slowly feel dizzy. That's when she falls back passing out with swirls in her eyes.

She whines twitching but she was out. "*mutters in a dizzy tone*" @_@

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

"Hi..Ashely! I-i-I" Come on, Joshua! You can do this! You got this! Remember what the boys said! Joshua shakily shows Ashely a heart-shaped box of chocolates.

"H-hi there! U.m...wait I said hi, already!! Hahaha.."

The boys in question; Fin, Jaron, Rust, Angel, and Guam are watching go down while hiding behind the corner of a building. Joshua then bows his head and offers.

"C-can you be my valentine?!" Joshua exclaimed, confessing his feelings.

Ashley was humming but that's when she saw Joshua there. "O..Oh, hi Joshua. Was their something w..w...wrong?" she blinks to face him, seeing how shy he was but blinks noticing the heart shaped box of chocolates.

Her eyes widen flushed a bit but looks at it then at him hearing he said hi again. However, she blushes even worse hearing his question to make her own eyes widen. "B..b..b..b...be y..y..your valentine!" She squeaked out.

"I....." Calming down she blushes heavily to walk over but held the box and his hands holding it.

"I..I would l..l..love to."

@demon-blood-youths

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Happy Birthday Ashley Butterfly||

“Happy birthday, Ash!” Her team said this in front of her while she was hugged by them. She blinks with her cheeks flushed.

“T..thank you g..guys. You didn’t have t..to.” she mutters softly but they let go to smile at her.

“But we wanna. It is your birthday so yeah.” Hex smiled to her but Ashley blinks to smiled gently.

“E...even so. T...thank you.” she said sweetly.

((It’s Ashley Butterfly’s birthday today. If you wanna wish her a good birthday, go right ahead.))

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||The Shallow butterflies muse tag dump||

Ashley butterfly

Hiroshi Kai

T-bone

Timmy

Hex 

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

So Jinx? Did you take Ink's advice on how to help Ping with her abilities? And the same for Timmy in Ashley's fraction?

@demon-blood-youths

"Hmm? My demon sister's advice? OH yeah, about having Ping go to a school to help with her gift? I thought about it and yeah, I think it's a swell idea. I already spoken to Ping about it." Jinx said looking at her phone.

"Though, Ping was a bit nervous when hearing the idea. But she's really really shy around new faces but it could help her out really well." she said. "So I already asked Midoriya and he said that the school would be happy to take her in to help her. She is suppose to be heading out next month to it." she said.

"Though what about Timmy Ash?" Jinx asked Ashley who blinks to look thinking.

"Timmy said he a..agrees too. He always wanted to see what his powers can do s..so he agreed to going somewhere to take lessons. Though, I have to think of whe..where to send him. He was excited since i..it's like a new adventure for him."

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

So Has Bradley and Mineta finally learned their lesson?

@demon-blood-youths

"D..did Mineta and Bradley learn their lesson? W..well, after Agana got to them...y..yes." Ashley thinks remembering when Bradley went all over NYC saying sorry to the fraction female members even outside thanks to some help.

"We were not expecting h..him to do that but....after that, Bradley was not bothering us anymore. Even Mineta went back to his n..normal self...in a way." she said with a sweatdrop seeing him still a pervert towards girls.

"So that might be..a...a good thing they learned th..their lesson."

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

Hey Ash, have you and Joshua did anything special together yet? Or are you two still shy little things?

@demon-blood-youths

Ashley was eating some cookies quietly but squeaked hearing the anon behind her. "Y..You again?" she mutters but blinks looking to the question but her eyes looked confused. "Done anything together? I..I mean we do hang out from time t..to time and things...d..do you mean that?" she asked.