#forgive me fandom for i have sinned

[janglingargot]

i'll go, i'll go wherever you go

don't care, i'm here, i want you to know

don't mind, we'll make time and take it real slow

i'll go, i'll go wherever you go

(i'm with you, whatever you do)

[daezedglownut]

Mini crack fic for @l1zardl1ps bc I’m (still) drunk and she gave me this prompt 💀

“Kirk finds a weird lemon. I’m not sure how it’s weird. Maybe it has an EYE. Brings it to Spock. Tells him he’s found a botanical anomaly lol��

“Mister Spock, take a look at this, would you?” Jim quavers, his hand outstretched.

The Vulcan’s eyebrow arches; having now fallen victim to more alien pollen bursts than he has fingers and toes, the man has no intention of leaning in this time to inspect this foreign anomaly.

“It is… a lemon, Captain,” he states flatly.

“Yeah, but it’s got an eye… that’s… weird, right?”

“Perhaps,” Spock nods, craning his neck whilst still keeping his distance. The eye is now looking at him. “Have you attempted communication?”

“Spock, it’s a lemon—”

“I am well aware, Captain. However we must assume it is possession of some level of intelligence - albeit primitive…”

“Spock, there’s no mouth - how could it even communicate,” he then laughs, “by blinking in morse code?!”

Spock continues to stare at the Captain, utterly serious.

“Well, you blink at the lemon all you want, Mister Spock.” Jim palms it off on his First Officer, watching the man hold it as casually as he can at arms length - while blinking. “You’re… you’re really doing it,” he marvels as the lemon begins (seemingly) to rapidly answer.

“It would appear your theory regarding morse code was correct, Captain.”

Jim continues to stand there, dumbly. “Well?” he finally says.

“Well?” Spock echoes, an eyebrow raised.

“Well, what are the two of you saying..?”

“Captain, your tone would suggest that you are currently feeling somewhat aggrieved. Am I right to assume it has something to do with the lemon—?”

“OF COURSE IT HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH THE DAMN LEMON— I mean… whatever gave you that impression, Mister Spock..?”

“Captain, are you jealous of, what I can only assume is, a parasitic entity growing within this lemon?”

Jim pouts.

“Captain..?” Spock presses, eyes glinting.

“Well, would it kill you to hold me tenderly once in a while—?!”

“—Captain, less than forty minutes ago we engaged in sweaty, animalistic intercourse followed by—what was the human term again—? Ah yes, snuggling. I also recited to you a Vulcan poem - as ancient as it was amorous. All the while in a state of pre-marital sin—”

Jim smiles dreamily.

“—yet you find yourself jealous of the lemon.”

Jim’s smile cracks before he’s pouting again.

“Jim, would you like me to dispose of the lemon—?”

“Spock, I’ll suck you off right now, I don’t care how you do it - just get rid of the damn lemon!”

“What in the..?” a stunned McCoy half a mile away is then rubbing the back of his head - and looking around himself, perplexed at the distinct lack of lemon trees.

[bisonaari]

Having thoughts…

[itshungreysuzuki]

so I watched the Frederick Kreiburg rendition of Abnormality Dancing Girl saw a single frame that set off various tornado sirens rerigged for angst or uncomfortable situations so I drew something because I just had inspiration and energy

Trigger warnings for a nude mannequin, and implied sa

I want to throw myself off a cliff for drawing this, but the art style changed.

[beef-unknwn]

Y'know after all my posts about Catarina being a terrible mother (and person in general) I feel more than a little... Bad about. Um. my. art. of her.

I can never justify myself NOW can I? I literally spent like 3 long posts talking about how awful she is

[races-stupid-cigar]

sprace bowuigi au 😳

[heavenlyraindrops]

♱ Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter One ♱

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter One Warnings: Slight mention of blood, profanity, mild violence How to find the other chapters in my pinned post

♱Where the purest soul in Heaven falls for the Devil♱

[Chapter One]

♱♱♱

“What?” 

You stared at Adam incredulously, wings almost stuttering to a stop mid-air. He stared back, unfazed at your reaction as you backed away and up from him, mind reeling. You were both suspended in the air, held up by your moving wings, but you felt like you were going to plummet to the ground any second. 

The recently opened Pentagram in the sky flickered at the edges around the gaping hole that had allowed the angels to enter Hell. To be fair, you weren’t supposed to be there- you weren’t an exterminator, but Adam had managed to get you permission to join him, arming you with a spear and calling it protection. Plus, if you wanted to go, it wasn’t like the Seraphim would object. It wasn’t a secret, the soft spot they had for you- although, unlike Adam, you did your best to abstain from exploiting it for your every whim. 

“What’s the big deal?” He raised an eyebrow. “Don’t wanna marry me? I’m the First-“

“First Man, I know,” you frowned, voice strained, at his blatant arrogance. “But Hell in the middle of an extermination isn’t exactly the place to propose to someone, Adam.”

“I was gonna say First Dick,” he grumbled. “Why the fuck you gotta be so complicated? Just fuckin’ say yes. I’m the First Di- Man, you’re the purest soul in Heaven, it only makes sense-“

You balled your fists, forcing yourself to keep a level head. “Have you considered that maybe I don’t want to marry you?”

Adam almost seem to freeze in mid-air. His still beating wings gave it away. “Why the fuck not?” He snarled. You flinched, and his face softened slightly. 

“You know I won’t stop trying until you say yes,” he declared. You rolled your eyes, raising up and away into the red sky.

“Just stop trying,” you snapped, and with a powerful beat of your wings you set off into the distance, ignoring Adam’s calls, voice chasing after you, commanding you to stay back.

Your eyes streamed against the wind. You knew Adam liked you, he hadn’t exactly been quiet about it, but there was a lot of stuff he wasn’t quiet about- a lot of stuff which, ultimately, was a turn off for you. You were definitely never going to marry him, and the sheer audacity for him to propose to you so casually, in the middle of Hell, just pissed you off in a way you couldn’t describe. 

You sighed. There was no point dwelling on it now. A large silhouette in the distance began to form more clearly. A large- manor? Palace? You glanced down at the streets swooping away beneath you. They were deserted. 

Weird. You mentally shrugged. People probably just didn’t want to get caught out in the middle of an extermi-

BANG!

Angelic bullets? Your mind barely registered the thought. 

A searing pain stabbed into your wing, which went stiff. For a horrifying moment you were suspended in mid-air, your wings flapping frantically as you tried to stay up, a terrified cloud of feathers and limbs, before another BANG! tore through your remaining functional wing.

You screamed as you flapped your wings a few more pathetic times, careening straight towards the manor-palace. You crashed through a window, taking the curtains down with you, the glass showering you unceremoniously, cutting into your skin as you lay sprawled across the floor in a cloud of feathers. Your spear clattered onto the floor next to you, your wing twitching painfully. 

You barely even managed to notice your own blood until you focused your vision. The light from the broken window filtered across your body, a slit cutting across the dark, shadowy room. Your gilded blood glinted in it, seeping into the carpet and the curtains which were buried beneath your weak form, staining the pure white of your splayed out wings. 

A single white feather drifted down from the air and landed on your arm. You coughed. Gold sputtered from your lips and trickled down the side of your mouth. 

Charming, you thought dryly.

The door of the room opened. You could just barely hear the creak above the blood pounding in your ears. You gulped, hearing footsteps get closer and closer to you- 

“Well well well. What do we have here?”

I’m royally screwed, you thought, closing your eyes and waiting for the killing blow.

Instead, gentle, gentle hands touched your face, turning it towards the light and scraping hair away from your eyes. You flinched at the touch, then relaxed as the voice whispered something. You couldn’t make it what it was saying, but it was soothing. And calm. Your breathing evened out. You just barely managed to lift your heavy eyelids. 

“Who are you?” Your mouth formed the words but your voice couldn’t get them past your throat without them coming out cracked and gravelly. The voice hushed you. You couldn’t make out the person's face. They were just a pale, blurry silhouette, leaning over your body. 

“Close your eyes,” the voice said. “You’re safe now.”

You obeyed.

♱♱♱

You jolted, feeling a presence next to you. The warmth radiated off of them. You could sense their being there. 

It was a struggle to unglue each eye open, and when you did, everything was blurry- it took you a few seconds to even realize you were in a bed. The soft covers rustled against your cheek, until you sat up.  You blinked slowly and looked around, taking in your surroundings.

“Awake that quickly?”

You flinched, wings bursting out in alarm, unfurled over your head. The man sitting next to the bed you lay on raised an eyebrow, smirking. You gulped. “Who are you?”

“Never mind that.” He stood up, shaking down his rolled up sleeves. “How are your wings?”

You realized that they were still arched out from your back. You furled them back into your back, mortified. You also realized that they were painless. 

“They’re healed,” you said breathlessly. The man flashed a prideful grin, revealing his sharp teeth. You narrowed your eyes suspiciously.

“How?”

“Simple. I healed them.”

You frowned, pressing your back against the wall to get as far away from him as possible. He simply stood there, crossing his arms. You blinked, slowly. 

“Thank…you?”

“You’re welcome,” he said smugly. You tilted your head as he beckoned for you to stand up, which you did slowly. You glanced out the window. This one wasn’t shattered, and the curtains hung proudly. You were in a different room than the first. The red sky beyond glared at you tauntingly. 

“How long was I out?”

“Oh, not long. Don’t worry. The extermination’s still on.” He winked at you. “Your pretty self won’t be stuck here until the next one.” 

You remained silent, staring at him, begging to God that your blush wasn’t showing on your face. 

It must have been, because his grin only widened. 

“Why did you save me?”

“My own selfish desires, of course.” He flicked his hand at a pair of chairs. “Sit down.”

Not knowing what to say, you complied. He sat opposite you. You leaned forward slightly, scanning his face for a single expression that might betray what was going to come next. You found nothing. 

He sat back, completely relaxed, which unnerved you more than you could admit. The light hit off of his blond hair and pale skin that made him seem almost… angelic.  You knotted your fingers together in your lap, biting your lip and waiting for him to speak.

“So. An angel, huh? You don’t look like an exterminator. How’d you find yourself down here?” His voice seemed to darken a little with his next words. “Did you… fall?”

Your eyes widened in shock. “Of course I didn’t fall,” you spat. You weren’t usually hostile, but the anxiety of the situation was pressing down on you far too hard. “I got special permission to come down by the Seraphim.”

The sinner raised an amused eyebrow at your outburst.

“And who are you to ask me anything?” You continued, frazzled. “A mere sinner-“

“I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you.”

You clamped your lips shut at his tone. He smiled, satisfied, and continued. 

“So, the Seraphim. Why’d they let you down here? They’re not the type to bend rules like that.”

“How would you know?” You said. “I said I wanted to go, they let me.”

“They must have a soft spot for you, then.” His eyes narrowed. “Or, you’re important.”

“I’m nowhere near important,” you snapped, crossing your arms. He nodded slowly. You couldn’t tell if he believed you or not. 

For what seemed like another hour he continued to shoot questions at you, mostly about Heaven, and you hesitantly answered. You didn’t know why you stuck around as long as you did- refusing to acknowledge to yourself the sort of charm that beheld, the fact that he was so undeniably attractive, which you would never admit to yourself. 

You relaxed when you heard him speak next: “You can go now. The Pentagram will close soon.” Pause. “Can you fly?

You stood up, dusting yourself off, and nodded before turning towards the window, which had magically pushed itself open. 

“Wait,” he called out. You turned. “You should take this.” Your angelic spear materialised in front of you, dropping down into your hands. 

You clambered out the window and jumped off, before hovering before it and turning to face him. The beat of your wings made the curtains sway. He leaned out, staring at you expectantly, as if he could sense what you were going to say.

“Now will you tell me your name?” You asked irritably. He smirked again, showing his sharp teeth this time. Your heart thumped in your chest.

“‘Course I can, angel. The name’s Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar.” His grin widened as he winked again. “Pleasure to meet you.”

The words knocked the breath out of you almost immediately. For a minute you froze, standing there like a deer in headlights before turning and swooping away into the red sky, towards the closing Pentagram. 

The name’s Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar. The words echoed around your head relentlessly. 

“Fuck.”

♱♱♱

A/N: Stay Tuned!

Taglist: @ica1, @boredlime, @tremendoushearttaco, @sweetadonisbutbetter

[turvi]

Best Mistake

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader, Sirius Black x Reader(ex)

Y/n notices how he laughs, it's so different. She never saw him laugh like that with her. In fact, she never even saw him smile brightly at her. Sirius Black was an enigma, a dream. It was an honor if he even decided to look your way so Y/n was ecstatic with just the mere fact that she is dating him.

She will sit in the corner and watch him talk to the girls with such adoration and seduction it broke her heart that he didn't even give her the time of his life. She wondered if he really loved her when he didn't even look into her eyes like they held all the universe's answers.

She was sitting on the ground with the Marauders zoned out looking in the distance when Lily suddenly asked Sirius "what is Y/n's eye color".

There was an awkward silence as they all looked at Sirius to reply but not Y/n. She looked into the distance when Lily asked her the color of Sirius' eyes. Without hesitation she replied grey. Everyone was shocked including Sirius. No one knew how many times she looked into those same grey eyes trying to find love.

She ignored Sirius' stare and pretended like her heart was not shattering right now. Only if he knew how she felt. Only if he would not play with her emotions. Y/n can only wish right now as Sirius holds her hand. She doesn't know how to feel she tries to calm her beating heart knowing this is temporary.

Lo and behold the next time she saw Sirius he was flirting with another girl. She would not have paid attention to it but he made a promise to be a better boyfriend only to break that promise again.

She sighed and went towards the black lake. She sat against a tree branch letting her tears fall not knowing a pair of onyx eyes were looking at her.

When she realized she turned around to see Severus staring at her. When he realized he has been caught he looked down at the ground. He kept looking at the ground when a pair of shoes came into view.

He looked up to see Y/n standing in front of him with her hands on her hips. Her eyes were puffy from crying. "Why are you staring?"

"You were in my spot. That is my crying spot."

She sighed. She knew how her boyfriend and his best friend bullied him a lot and even after trying to talk to Sirius to stop it he only increased the bullying.

She patted the empty spot beside her "let's cry together then"

Severus sighed and sat down. He didn't want to admit that he had always loved her but he strayed away knowing that she is Sirius' girlfriend.

"Let me guess Sirius made you cry?"

She scoffed at the way he spoke and sassed "yes Severus he made me cry like always and I bet he doesn't even notice I am not there with him right now"

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Severus spoke up again "why are you still with him when he treats you like this?"

She sighed "because I know no one will love me and even if he gives me a bit of attention that is enough for me. I am scared if I leave him I will lose that bit of attention I get, and I know I sound dumb but it is true". Tears brimmed her eyes as she let out a shaky breath.

Severus lifted her face so he could look into her eyes. "Y/n it does not sound dumb." He softly caressed her cheek, he knew what he was doing was wrong but it is not his fault Sirius didn't know how to treat his girlfriend right, Severus was going to do a better job at that. "Give me a chance, I know you are heartbroken but I am willing to wait for you, to show you how much love you deserve".

She quickly blinked her eyes "what?"

He gently held her face now in his hands "you don't have to love me back. Just let me show you what you deserve and if you want to go to Sirius after that I won't stop"

She gulped as she saw his pupils dilate and nodded. Severus whispered in her ear huskily "use your words"

Her breath hitched "y-yes I am willing to give you chance"

He smirked "good girl". He pinned her against the tree and kissed her like he owns her heart. His desperate tongue met hers as she melted in his arms. She was a bit surprised as his hand was on the tree and the other on her waist. He kissed the sensitive spot on her neck lightly and looked at her waiting for her to stop him.

"Sev-you should take me on a date first"

He chuckled "were you waiting for me to make a move because it seems to me you already forgot your boyfriend"

She pulled his hair lightly earning a groan from him "you should not talk about my ex-boyfriend when you just tongue-kissed me"

He growled "Ex-boyfriend. I like the sound of it. I promise I won't let you down, sweets"

The next few days were an emotional rollercoaster for Sirius. First Y/n unceremoniously announced in front of his friends that she has had enough and wanted to break up.

He was confused about how easily she broke up with him. Usually, she was the one who was so scared of losing him so he decided to follow her.

He transformed into his animagus form and discreetly followed. His jaw dropped to the floor as he saw the scene in front of him.

Y/n wrapped her arms around Severus who was eager to kiss her and Y/n did not deny him. They sat down and Severus laid back against the tree as Y/n lay on his shoulder and chatted as he played with her hair. They looked at each other as if there is no one else in the world. The scene looked so intimate he just dropped his head and walked away with a broken heart and sorrowful soul.

It was then he realized what he had lost and there was nothing he could do about it.

A/N: I actually squealed at Severus' part so hopefully you like it too. REBLOG AND FEEDBACKS ARE APPRECIATED

[zillaphoneswag]

Two weeks turned into like two months??

[prxckedradiolove]

dinahboose doodle because THEM

[caffeine-clouds]

I had the worst (or best, depending how you look at it) dream of my life last night. It was Shadow the Hedgehog in the new Sonic Channel art outfit but as Wednesday Addams in that dance scene.

This is what happens when my gay crush on Jenna Ortega and my Shadow the Hedgehog brainrot after watching Sonic Prime collide. It creates art. If I could draw this, I WOULD. You can't tell me this man isn't carrying enough fem and goth energy to pull it off. You just can't. He is literally wearing earrings he was MADE for this, look at those wings. Look at him.

[radiobunnxx]

IM NOT EVEN INTO MHA ANYMORE WTF

[canella-spice]

Clumsy fxoe spilling his ramen all over his only clean shirt while gaming smh 🦊🍜

Finished commission for twitter friend and his fox sona :3

[heavenlyraindrops]

♱ Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter Four ♱

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter Four Warnings: slight profanity How to find the other chapters in my pinned post.

♱Where the purest soul in Heaven falls for the Devil♱

[Chapter Four]

You hadn’t been keeping track of the time. 

Say, a couple years ago, you never would’ve considered the possibility that you could end up in a room full of rubber ducks. In Hell. With Lucifer Morningstar. Or, what sort of situation could lead you into it.

But you supposed that life was full of surprises. 

You ran your finger along the side of the head of a random rubber duck you had decided to pick up. You heard a small gasp, and a hand shot out to snatch it out of your hands. 

“Careful,” Lucifer gasped. You stared at him blankly. 

“You don’t know what they can do…” he said sheepishly. You raised an eyebrow. 

“Sure.” 

He smiled at you. You crossed your legs, staring down at him in his chair from your perch on the table. “So, is this what you do with your highly important, influential, immortal existence? Create an army of rubber ducks?” You teased lightly. He tipped his head back in the chair, staring at the ceiling. 

“Maybe.”

You tilted your head, and your eyes drifted over to a painting on the wall. Standing up, you walked over, feeling golden eyes train into your back. You pointed at it, turning to face him. “Who are they?”

The question seemed to catch him off guard- he just stared at you as if you had threatened to strangle him. You furrowed your brows in concern. “What?”

 He cleared his throat. “Nothing. That’s my daughter and my… ex wife.”

“Oh,” you managed to utter, feeling a strange mix of regret and guilt burrowing it’s way into your chest. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked-“

“No, it’s fine,” he said quickly. “Ask away.”

“Are you sure?” The reply was a simple nod.

Curiosity killed the cat. You winced, trying to banish Sera’s voice from your head.

“Her name is Lilith, isn’t it?”

“It is.”

You shifted from foot to foot. “What’s your daughter's name?”

“Charlie- Charlotte.” 

You returned to where you originally were. “I take it she doesn’t live with you in this huge, erm, house?” 

Lucifer smiled wryly. “No, she… she’s off doing, uh…”

“You don’t know, do you?” You sighed. He shook his head. “It’s alright. Do you two not talk?” He shook his head, again. 

You dragged over a chair to sit next to him, and reached out for his hand. He didn’t shy away from your touch as you intertwined your fingers. The cold metal of a ring- you glanced down- his wedding ring, pressed against your skin. 

The air slowly filled with a thick silence, until he broke it.

“She left to chase whatever dreams she had a while after Lilith left.” His next words were bitter. “She just left- Lilith, I mean. Just disappeared.”

You glanced at him, and he laughed. “But whatever. It’s been years. She’s clearly not coming back. I’ll just have to move on.” 

“You’re clearly not trying,” you pointed out, tapping a finger against the thick gold band. He sighed, then looked up at you suddenly. 

“What?”

“I’ll take it off.”

“Seriously? I didn’t mean-“

“No, you’re right.” He stood up and went over to a drawer in the corner. You watched as he pulled the ring off his hand and dropped it in one of them, then locked it with a key sitting on the top. “Catch.”

You caught the key as it came flying through the air towards you. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Keep it. Or toss it, I don’t care.”

You buried it in the depths of your satchel. “Fine,” you muttered. You could see his pleased smile in your peripheral. 

♱♱♱

“Fuck! [name]!”

You yelped as you fell into a giant pile of rubber ducks. The smell of- well, rubber- attacked your senses, almost suffocating. You gasped, emerging in a flurry of rolling yellow ducks to see Lucifer standing over you, stifling his laughter. 

“Do you not have, like, places to keep these…” you gestured agitatedly at the colony of artificial creatures surrounding you. “Specimens?”

“They’re ducks.”

“I know they’re ducks.”

He grinned as he offered his hand towards you. 

A scream sounded out outside. Two black shapes zipped across the red sky, the scene framed by the window you were staring out of. It was behind Lucifer, framing his silhouette as he turned around to glance outside. The scream had dissolved and the shapes had disappeared. Lucifer glanced back at you.

You stared at him and gulped, frazzled.

“Are you sure your… friends aren’t looking for you?” You took his arm and he pulled you up. But didn’t let go. 

“I hope not.”

Lucifer stared at your face, intensely, as if he was trying to memorise it. You flushed and turned away. “Maybe it was a bad choice you made, seeing me.”

You laughed nervously. “It’ll be fine. Plus, you hardly left me with much of a choice.”

He smiled, and his eyes seemed to glitter in the dim light. “We all have choices, angel.”

It knocked the breath right out of you. 

You stared at him, then turned away again. “Sure, whatever.”

You heard his low chuckle behind your back as you walked away. 

♱♱♱

The pentagram would be closing soon. 

You grappled with the window, until Lucifer sighed and pushed you to the side, gently, opening it up for you. It swung open soundlessly as you clambered onto the windowsill, wings poised for flight. 

“Angel, wait.”

You stared at him as something closed around your wrist. You looked down. A bracelet. “Huh?”

He held up his own wrist. The bracelet on it was identical to yours. “First thing I’ve made since a rubber duck.”

“…a bracelet.”

He held his finger up to your lips to silence you. You flushed. “Not just any bracelet,” he said, the pride evident in his voice. “It’s for communication. And you’re the perfect person to help me test it out over long distances. You press the stone on the front, and mine will buzz and light up. Vice versa.” 

“We are worlds apart.” The sentence seemed to strike a strange feeling in you, one of melancholy. Lucifer, however, seemed unfazed.

You knew that, deep down, you’d give in anyways. 

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

♱♱♱

The morning light filtered through the window and onto your bed as you emptied out your satchel. Your notebook and pen dropped onto the covers soundlessly. The apple bounced off the corner of the frame, rolling across your rug. 

As you leaned down to pick it up, you heard something else clatter onto the floor.

You turned and stared at the ground where it lay, next to your foot.

The key, glinting in the pale light.

You kicked it under your bed. It spun away into the shadows with a final flash.

You sighed, shoulders relaxing, and sat onto the bed, leaning over your arm, staring at the bracelet. The stone in the middle was flat, in the shape of an apple, and a 

metal snake coiled around the band of the bracelet. Pretty. 

You pressed the stone. Buzz.

It lit up as you touched it. A few seconds ticked by. 

Buzz. 

You flinched as it lit up and vibrated, by itself too, then let out a deep breath. He was on the other side. It worked. 

Knock knock knock. 

You stiffened.

The knocking started up again, more relentless this time. You scrambled forward, quickly picking your way across your living room and opening the door.

“Lute?”

She smiled thinly, crossing her arms and glaring at you. The look on her face made your heart sink down to your shoes and dribble out in a puddle onto the floor. You gulped.

“[name],” she said coldly. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

♱♱♱

A/N: Stay Tuned!

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[thepixiepaige]

Lord almighty

[sapphylicious]

I saw your amazing post about how Miyuki is affected by Sawamura in DNA. I’m sure it goes without saying but, have you read kittebasu’s fanfic “crossfire”? It takes so much of what you put in your post and turned it into amazing honest-to-god literature.

Haha... I realize this is probably considered a sin in Daiya fandom, but I have not read crossfire...

In my defense, I haven't read any Daiya fic in the past, uh, six years. The one or two times I caught up on the manga and got invested again, it didn't last long enough for me to really dive back into fandom... I just wrote stuff that never got finished and has been collecting dust ever since...