#dont ask what this is idk either

[charaunderwood]

i think he's innocent

[satangcrush]

AU where solomon is much more shadier 

“What do ya’ want?”

It was a growl, raspy around the edge. He bares his teeth, posture hunched as if he was ready to pounce. Solomon blinks at him, taking a step forward. 

“What do you mean?” His mouth pursed, calm voice light and airy.

The air in the Avatar of Greed’s lungs seemed to be screaming for release, chest heaving up and down.

“What are you doing here?” Mammon barked back, fingers clenching around nothing. His nails pierce into the palms of his hands, crescent-shaped marks left on them.

The sorcerer smiles, folding his hands gently in front of him.

“Visiting my apprentice, what else?”

“Stop it.” Mammon takes in a deep breath, irises flashing gold as his jaw clenches. Sweaty palms rub up and down his thighs, sweat trickling into the indent of his palm.

It hurts. 

He grits his jaw harder.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

Quick movement as he tries to sidestep the demon, aiming to reach the door’s front to ring the doorbell. “Doing your job as a guard dog, aren’t you?”

“Did your owner praise you today?”

The demon refuses to move, stationing himself starkly in front of the door. The sorcerer’s breath ghosts against his neck and the cool inhale of his breath strengthens his resolve.

He can’t let this wicked man pass him.

“You—“

“Solomon?” 

He recognises that voice. 

At once, all tension leaves his body yet he still stands there warily, hackles up. You open the door, peering confusedly at the scene in front of you.

“Mams?” He jolts back like his leash has been pulled. He can’t let you see him in this state. Forcing a smile, he hides his hands behind his back. “What are you doing?”

“My apprentice!” In a blink, the sorcerer sidesteps him with his arms up high. Momentarily, he half-turns, leaning down in a pretense to pat Mammon on the back.

“Good boy.” He whispers, a smug smirk on his face that the demon was itching to smack off.

Mammon unclenches his fist.

an: found this in my draft & finished it up. believe this was when I was trying to deepen tension in my scenes

[aphel1on]

AURGH auwarghh the autistic parental trauma... the epi was wacky hijinks then dropped this on us out of nowhere... (sobs) laios... laiiiiooooos

[aofikofi]

the god who cried gold

[iid-smile]

★ — CANDY

다신 너 혼자 아냐

너의 곁엔 내가 있잖아

content — teacher!shinazugawa sanemi x fem!teacher!reader, modern au, established relationship (married), he's a bit mean ☹️, jealousy, reader is shorter than him, he calls you mrs shinazugawa, a little suggestive at the end but nothing much

wc — 1.1k (woops)

dec 9 ★ event masterlist — for the lovely @sanemistar !

a/n — totally missed the opportunity to make this birthday based but its ok 😚 got a little carried away and this didnt end up as fluffy and clear as i wanted it to be + maybe some mistakes

the holidays have just started. the day has felt particularly short, probably because the energy from the students completely drained you out. nevertheless, it's been fun, and a nice break from teaching. you were more than excited to be able to spend some more time with your husband without him being frustrated every other day.

to your misfortune, you did have the odd favour or two to take care of before you got to go home. they were only quick ones, plus a few papers to stack up and take in for marking. plus a lost sweater that you can't leave in your classroom. plus some books that contain tests in need of grades. oh... that's a lot.

you'd rather not take your time walking back home, especially with the heavy items in your arms. in fact, you were walking quick enough to catch up with sanemi who was just ahead of you, even though he left earlier.

he raises an eyebrow at you as you approach his side happier than usual, eyeing the heaps of colourful bags and drawings you're juggling in your hands. "what's all of this?" he questions as he opens the door, letting you walk in first while simultaneously helping you out by taking the smaller books and packaged goods balanced on top.

before you answer, you dump everything on the kitchen counter, letting out a small huff. "gifts from the kids for new years."

"for new years?" his face scrunches up. he flicks through some of the art pieces you've received, some drawings and others are cut out snowflakes. "never heard of that in my life."

"because nobody's ever given you any."

"really? you got an attitude now?"

a soft giggle leaves your lips as you shrug. "no, it's just the truth."

he sifts through what you got. a lot of hand-drawn cards, some store bought ones, chocolates and candy, random toys, candy, more candy. they're kids. of course they'd give you a bunch of junk. but one thing seems to catch his eye, and not in a good way.

you turn in his direction at the sound of his grumbles of slight irritation, and the source of it is in his hands. "flowers?"

"mhm."

they're hellebores. not the prettiest bouquet, and quite obviously have been deported a while ago from who knows where. with a little more inspection, you notice the words 'grown in italy' in bold letters close to the bottom of the stems. italy? these surely couldn't have been cheap.

your attention shifts as you wander around the kitchen, sorting things out into different categories. you were trusting sanemi enough to not fiddle with anything too much, but you didn't notice him picking up the flowers, squinting his eyes at them.

carelessly, he shakes them around. he wasn't even trying to be sneaky about it. the rustling noise was loud and clear. you snatch them out of his hands, checking for damage. some petals fluttered down onto the kitchen tiles, alongside some loose stems and leafs, but overall they were in good shape. gosh, does he have no respect for your students?

even with your now slightly sour mood, his face remains indifferent, aside from the furrow in his eyebrows. "you don't even like these ones."

"it's the thought that counts." you retort, the decision of either leaving them in a vase or putting them in the living room as decor spinning around in your mind. "i think they're quite nice."

he snorts, his hands now shoved in his pockets. "see, if i got you those, you would hate them."

"when have i ever hated something you've gifted me?"

that one got him. he can only pull a face at you as he trudges over to a nearby chair and sits down. you make sure to place the flowers a good distance away from him, just in case he decides to go and mess things up again.

you had prepared in advance to display some of the snowflakes that you've made yourself since you had planned to do more holiday based activities instead of lesson work, but you hadn't anticipated that some that the students cut out were for you. you don't even know if your wall was long enough, and you wanted to put some cards up as well...

"oi." he tosses you a little trinket he bought earlier on in the month that was sitting around.

it's a flat ornament of sorts, shaped like a little tabby cat. it was flat on it's back, paws expertly sculpted to look extra squishable. it was stuck to a circular background with a red and white checkered pattern, and right on it's belly was a thin ribbon tied into a bow, almost dwarfing the miniature animal. cute... how could you forget you had it?

actually, why did he throw it? it's ceramic, for goodness sake.

deep breaths. this was supposed to be a peaceful for you, but his eyes burning into your back was burning — literally on fire. you can't decorate in these conditions.

momentarily, your eyes shut. 'things will get better', you tell yourself, but there's always that odd time where he's just... you don't even know. unbearable sounds too strong. annoying is too harsh. difficult, perhaps?

"make sure you put mine in the middle." and he strikes again.

luckily, you could tell he's more playful this time, knowing he's starting to get on your nerves. you play along, as you always do. "but you're not in my class," you tilt your head towards him, raising an eyebrow. "are you?"

"so? i'm your husband, why shouldn't i be there?" he taunts.

it would be rude not to show it off, especially after you insisted that you loved it. "whatever you say, mr shinazugawa." you relent, finally letting him have his time to shine. the cat shifts over to become the center piece, just below a printed photograph of the two of you together.

a sigh escapes through his nose. "thank you, missus."

"mm... missus who?"

"mrs shinazugawa."

"better."

silence. he's still not satisfied. no matter what he does, all of these meaningless gifts seem to be more important than his. what else can he do?

he wanted your full attention. he wanted to feel your soothing touch, he wanted your lips smashed against his, he wanted you, everything. how can you not see that at this point?

"how about you do this later..." your vision is suddenly obstructed by sanemi's shoulder, his voice now oddly low with a hint of suggestiveness laced into it. "and we head upstairs?" one hand was around your waist, the other on your shoulder, ready to guide you towards the bedroom door. pushy, but you like it.

either way, your little plan worked out in the end. you have him all to yourself, and you can only thank him giving into his jealousy all too quick.

[freakinator]

Devotions Week Day 4: Animals / Objects

[raventrigonsdaughter]

In a world of vampire glinda fanfictions(which i love) i'm a werewolf glinda truther

[tylidae]

he's crawling out through the fallout (baby)

here's an alternate color thingy too (i am indecisive)

[atlas-of-galaxies]

intrudeR alert!

[puppppppppy]

ownership

[builtintripping]

give it to me Miyazaki style mister Hair i'm waiting

[smoosnoom]

a lesson in love

“I’m glad they moved me closer to the art block,” Mike mentions after a second, and Will blinks at him. “It’ll be easier to bother you, now.”

Will clicks his teeth. “Incredibly professional,” he notes, and Mike’s smile widens. Sometimes, Will’s heart feels moments from exploding, like a firework someone had poured gasoline onto and threw in a fire.

“I’m the pinnacle of professional,” Mike decides, oblivious to Will’s cardiovascular issues.

Between being a teacher in a school full of chaos, being in love with his best friend and coworker of several years, and Lucas' worst idea yet, Will tries his best to make it through another school year.

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

atla: the characters specifically bring up zuko’s crimes and hold him accountable for all his actions as a villain

spop: uhhh catra made some bad choices and she hurt people but it wasn't her fault!

fans: omg zuko and catra are so similar! best redemption arcs!

[crowleys-hips]

Rosary

tag list under the cut

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if anyone wants to get added/removed lemme know

[electroniccollectiondonut]

I have not been in this fandom long enough to reasonably judge others' takes however. "EPIC fans are so silly to characterize odysseus as feeling guilty for his actions don't you know he's a war criminal" is definitely a wild one. like first of all to each their own so settle down and let people enjoy things ok. and secondly making choices with a bad outcome, even knowingly and deliberately, does not exclude the possibility of feeling bad about it later. in fact it makes for a much more in depth character because then you get to explore what he does or doesn't feel guilt over, and why, and if that guilt ever edges into regret or not.

[dukeofthomas]

I need people to realize how horrible 'stalking/constant surveillance/breaking into each other's homes is how the Batfamily show love' is. Like i really need someone to just acknowledge how horrific saying this bullshit is.

Like even fics where they're shown as happy and healthy and with good ties, you've always got this thing where none of them have privacy or any boundaries with each other. Which is directly antithetical to actually having good relationships. And this invasion via hacking and stalking and breaking into homes is portrayed as a positive, good thing; it's just how they show love and care to each other, after all. But for some reason I just personally don't find stalking, lack of privacy or boundaries, and emotional manipulation funny, endearing, or healthy, and just end up disgusted at the attempt to sweep it all under the rug.