#he’s like … bruh… I have a halo??????

[themosthatedbeingg]

Unholy crusade inside joke —

Someone pointing at divine Lucifer -

THE DEVIL SCUM!

Divine Lucifer who still has his halo and is wearing numerous holy icons very clearly not fallen:

[rage-on-against-the-dying-light]

As someone who knows NOTHING about Halo and just finished watching the Halo series... I have QUESTIONS... first, WHY THE FUCK ARE THERE ZOMBIES IN MY SCI FI SHOW?!

[osamucide]

gladly

gladly i’ll burn up for you if you burn up for me

NSFW—MINORS DNI

wc: 1.2k

cw: dazai x gn!reader, explicit sexual content, no plot just horny and fluffy, established relationship, somno(?)(sleepy, anyway), handjob, grinding, nipple play, use of “baby,” “darling,” pillow princess dazai my most beloved

reid: this position bruh i’m going to go so feral that i eat my own hand. not the smut i intended to publish next but apparently the smut i needed to publish next. a little something short while i put off a longer dazai smut. i <3 soft lazy dazai enjoy

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You know mornings like this should be rarer than they are.

His charming insistence, however muted by his sleep-addled laziness, hardly ever fails on you. In fact, it all might make him more tempting—that, the warmth of newly recharged bodies, the honey behind his drooping eyelids, the wandering of his hands and rolling of his hips against yours that feels so sweetly and foreignly unmapped and confused, yes, it’s equal parts all those things and you’re sure some others that you can’t conjure up into words through your early-hour fog. Yes, very few things Osamu ever does without meticulous planning, but he does let a certain vulnerability crack through on mornings like this, a vulnerability that’s evident in between his parting lips and the soft, unpracticed whines that live and die there. And yes, you’re one of the primary reasons—if not the primary reason—Osamu’s so often late to show up to work, but it’s difficult for you to feel guilty when your senses find their way back to the waking realm amongst his pretty sounds rumbling from his chest into your ear, his back arching back against your touch, and his soft brown hair splayed around his head like a halo.

The rational side of you should be dragging your dear boyfriend up and out of bed but it appears to still be asleep as you let your fingertips creep beneath his waistband. You shut the morning light out in favor of pressing your eyes beneath his collarbone; your thumb finds his tip, and if you weren't on the threshold of consciousness you would let out a giggle at the way his breath catches. You can feel Osamu's fingers curling tenderly around your wrist—a silent plea for you to keep going, touch him more, and you'll oblige, but you have to kiss the triangle of his shoulder first, so you do; your tongue deftly finds his nipple, and he's so pliant half-beneath you that you can slot his thigh between both of your own—it’s all you'll need, you can tell, as his head dips to the side on the pillow to catch a half-lidded glimpse of you working him into a mess so early and so easily. He'll return the favor without even trying, just by laying there and letting you move the way you do; he's so gorgeous all bleary from slumber, palming your lower back to guide you against him. You move. You move, looking up at him like he’s an angel, and his vision melts to warm darkness again. It's all he'll need, too.

You’d think he was falling back asleep if it wasn’t for the slow and steady bucking of his hips up into your hand. Winding your fingers around his base elicits a whine from his diaphragm—one you can hear against him as your own eyes roll shut and your tongue continues to idle. It’s all so natural, the way you stroke him, lick him, grind on him, that you feel yourself slipping back into unconsciousness. It’s his noises that you hang on for.

He’s far from alert, but words tumble out in whispers.

“Baby, it feels so good, don’t stop…”

You hum, more in response to his mumblings and less from the friction you create against his thigh; nonetheless, you’re sensitive, and as you keep rhythm along his cock he flexes against you and the way that you feel, splitting the line of slumber and wakefulness and writhing hotly against your lover, is divine.

You wish you could live in this kind of moment for the rest of your life. Too often you find yourself overwhelmed; regrettably and even more often you find Osamu overwhelmed. It’s never so obvious to anyone as it is to you, so he doesn’t tend to let on to anyone but you, and maybe that’s why you keep things like this sacred, because for once he doesn’t seem to be thinking, analyzing, inquiring, even how he does when you regularly have sex—forever the pleaser, he’s always looking to you with eyes asking questions like is it enough? Even outside of sex, god, in every aspect—you know he never stops wondering the same thing about himself: is it enough? Does it feel good? Am I enough? And the answer you give him is always a resounding yes, and you want so badly for him to believe you because he’s just as much your angel as you are his. You hope that mornings like this communicate it louder than your reassurances can. Your pleasure—in everything, in life—is so vividly amplified by his wellness, his peace, his own pleasure. You love him so deeply. He loves you like a stray cat finally living in comfort. You’ll never let a morning like this slip.

“Right there, right there,” he encourages as you squeeze just below his tip; his head lolls from side to side almost as if he’s dreaming (sometimes he thinks he is with you) and you track his movements through your own bliss, dragging your hips back and forth desperately as you double down on the spot that forces full-bodied moans from his pretty mouth. He’s close, he begs you; you’re frantic on his thigh, feeling yourself cum in a haze that has him tensing—you grind harder, harder, harder, sighing out his name until you’re spent so you can prop yourself up on your elbow to watch his face in the thickly-curtained sunlight.

“Oh, fuck, fuck— fuhhh— ah, uh-huh, ah—”

His eyes flicker open to catch your tired smile and he’s cumming—his grip on your ass is the only thing grounding him as his jaw falls slack, your lashes flutter in pure satisfaction, and he twitches, sent to the clouds by his beloved who looks at him with such adoration that he catches himself believing for a second that he must be beautiful; you work incredible magic on him. His brain and his body, both so used to neglect and abuse, finally feel like fruitful grounds for love. He finally feels whole as his cum drips down your fingers.

It is then that you do giggle and lean down to place a quick kiss to his nipple; he’s breathless, pink in the face, and you know you couldn’t love him more, and yet you will as each second passes.

Osamu brings his hand up to your hair, and your next kiss lands on his lips as he wills you down. It’s tender and lasts much longer than expected—you almost start your hips against him again, but the snoozed alarm at your bedside rings for the fourth time. You glance over. He was supposed to be out the door five minutes ago.

“Oh, shut it off,” he groans resentfully.

“As if.” You press one more kiss to his cheek before you unpeel yourself from him and punch the ringer into silence. “I’ll put coffee on.”

“Shower with me before I go, please.” He rubs his eyes and sits up. You strip out of your sticky shorts.

“Of course, darling.”

You pad to the kitchen. He watches you go with a warmth he didn’t know himself to be capable of.

And a smirk.

Maybe he can talk you into one more round in the bathroom.

[mendesblurb]

We were staying in Paris

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Warning ⚠️: mostly fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors

Word count:~500

A/N: The story idea and concept are classic and predictable; your girl just couldn’t help but write something inspired by this picture. Also, it’s three weeks late; better late than never? And this is my first story in 2024? 🙈 P.S. Should I write a longer and maybe some more steamy story with this picture? 🤪

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In the heart of Paris, in a hotel room with a balcony overlooking the city that served as the backdrop for a love story as it was unfolding in the early hours of dawn. You lay nestled in the warmth of the bed beside your boyfriend as your fingers intertwined with his. As the first tendrils of sunlight filtered through the curtains, Shawn stirred awake, his eyes blinking open to the soft glow of morning. 

He savoured the moment's stillness a little while before gently extricating himself from the embrace, slipping out of bed, and heading to the bathroom. The cool floor beneath his bare feet offers a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the bed. He was going to return to bed, but instead, he made his way to the balcony, drawn by the promise of a tranquil morning amidst the bustling city below.

As he leaned against the railing, taking in the breathtaking view before him, he couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the Parisian skyline bathed in the soft hues of dawn. The Eiffel Tower stood tall and majestic in the distance, a precious sight. Lost in thought, he reached for a cigarette, the flame casting a flickering glow on his face as he took a contemplative drag.

Unbeknownst to him, you had stirred awake in his absence, your gaze lingering on the spot where he had once laid.

There you were, quietly making your way to the balcony, and you found him lost in reverie with the smoke curling around him like a halo in the morning light. With a soft throat clearing, you announced your presence, a playful glint dancing in your eyes.

"Good morning, stranger," You greeted, voice laced with amusement as you wrapped your arms around him from behind.

A little startled, he turned to find you standing before him, a radiant smile lighting up her features as he leaned in for a kiss.

"Good morning, ma chÃrie," He greeted back before discarding his cigarette and nestling closer. It didn’t take long for his eyes to linger around you, and eventually falling upon the shirt you were wearing, a mischievous twinkle lighting up his gaze, “I believe that’s my shirt.” 

"Oh yeah, I hope you don't mind," You began, fingers tracing the fabric of the shirt, "I may have borrowed this from you,” You continued slyly as your lips curled into a grin as he took in the sight of you wearing his shirt, the fabric draping over your frame in a way that seemed almost too perfect.

"Shirt stealer," he remarked, his voice tinged with sincerity as he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Moments later, as the sun continued its ascent, casting a golden glow over the city, you both remained on the balcony, lost in each other's embrace and the beauty of the Parisian sunrise. 

"By the way, I'm never returning this shirt,” You added, breaking the silence with a mischievous grin. 

In response, Shawn just chuckled, his eyes sparkling with affection, “Thank you for letting me know," he replied, pulling  you closer than before, “But It looks better on you anyway."

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[chickenkurage]

Halo is literally the most evil character I have ever seen. I just remember early arc 3 being like "bruh who is this guy? He's such a jerk."

As arc 3 progressed more, I was like "KILL HIM. KILL HALO"

Then final parts of arc 3 and reading arc 4 were just like "BURN HIM ALIVE. HE IS TOO EVIL FOR A QUICK END. TORTURE HIM TO THE BRINK OF DEATH AND THEN HAVE 06 BURN HIM ALIVE. TORTURE HIM FOR A MONTH STRAIGHT AND THEN LET HIM BURN FOR WHAT HE'S DONE. MAYBE ADD IN SOME PSYCHOLOGICAL DAMAGE TOO."

... and then I found TeenCSAlan... and I just though "DEATH IS TOO GOOD FOR HIM. TRAP HIM IN AN ENDLESS TORTURE LOOP. FOREVER TORTURE THAT GUY. IF HE BREAKS AND GOES CATATONIC, ERASE HIS MEMORIES. I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT VICTIM. ERASE TORTURE MEMORIES AND TORTURE MORE. BREAK HIM. BREAK HIM BOTH MENTALLY AND PHYSICALLY UNTIL HE'S 10X WORSE THAN ALAN AFTER ARC 3."

I would totally join the anti-Halo fan club, I would be one of the most loyal members :)

(sry if this gets too rant-y, I just hate Halo with a burning passion that cannot be rivaled by any other characters, no matter how sadistic they are)

Spongey really did a good job making you hate this guy huh? - JM

[gloomforrestrunes]

hi i am digging your baby son adoring us video, it's absolutely cool hehe, and i am wondering about halo meanings, it's most likely not correct at all but i wanted to share my thoughts (basing on what i know from all the information you shared about aiden and his family lore so far)- sooo i think aiden's halo is a reflection of who he is "adoring" you know - when aiden is a pup, he seems to have the exact same halo as his parents have, which would mean he once was close with them and saw them as parental figures. and later, after vis ruined everything and when question came in the picuture, aiden's halo changed - now it's hollow, and has no rays. question seemed to have no halo, so i like to think that aiden is slowly, piece after piece, losing his halo as well, most likely due to question's influence, so eventually he would be just like his new father figure. but when aiden would lose his halo eventually, as he didn't lose it on video? maybe offscreen, after killing his family - that remained part of halo could be interpreted as the last string of attachment to his family and past life, so logically after getting rid of them there would be no strings attached - not anymore. he didn't want to be associated with them anymore, so that would make sense in the same time vis's halo seems to be interesting, as it's hollow as well, but has rays (although smaller than those seen in marianne and aster's halos) - maybe after vis revealing the secret, aiden started to internalize everything vis told him, meaning he kind of got "influenced" by his uncle, so his halo was starting to slowly lose the shape formed by his parents, and started to become more like vis's. now about the meanings of halo elements, which i am afraid would be over-interpretation (could be an alternative for influence-shaped halo though)... filled halo would mean trust, and empty halo would mean no trust at all. not sure what rays would mean though, as both aiden's parents (and younger aiden) and vis had them. losing halo would mean turning away from light kingdom, as i am certain halos mean light kingdom and no halo means dark kingdom. what hooked me was the fact the halos looked different depending on character and the fact aiden's halo changed shape, and it was the reason why i made that theory in a first place 😅 also by the way, marianne seemed to be pretty much upset at the beginning, with baby aiden mayhaps? maybe she was just exhausted from childbirth and i am looking too much, but she seemed to be uneasy during an entire video... oh god, i have a feeling "the secret" would be somehow related to existence of aiden. i have one theory about it but i prefer to keep it to myself, at least until the secret will be revealed in comic... maybe one day i will share it though bruh i am sorry, it turned out much longer than i expected it to be, a real behemoth of chaotic thoughts, but i love analysing and i rewatched the video 30 times already 💀 i love your work so much

never apologize for sending me long analytical asks i love that shit!!! you definitely caught onto my intent with what the halos represent, im glad someone caught that!

[oopsgracie]

leaving and learning

just a little something i found in my drafts after rewatching euphoria, i miss them so bad. might make it into something bigger if i can find the inspiration but as always you can send me suggestions :)

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"Ashtray O'Neill, if I have to drag you back here myself don't believe I won't for a second." He's stopped in the doorway, deciding whether to turn around and face her wrath or run, and risk her disappointment later. The late summer sun is bleeding through the window and spilling across the kitchen table that she's stood by. It catches her hair too, setting it ablaze in streams of red and gold and as much as it looks like a halo, she sure as hell ain't acting like no angel.

"You better listen to her bruh, she's mad scary for real." Fez sits on the worktop blinking slowly between them, trying not to laugh. "Ain't that right ma?" In his warmth she softens, it's the first and only time Lexi's resolve dwindles that day.

"I ain't coming back nowhere if you gonna get all fucking disgusting like that." He felt suddenly like they were trying to parent him— a foreign concept. Even at seventeen she was a force to be reckoned with, a beacon of overbearing, obsessively outgoing optimism, and someone he regretfully found himself turning soft for, try as he might to wall her out, which was the first and only time he needed to learn that there were more ways than one to love Lexi Howard.

"It's not disgusting. What's disgusting is your spelling. Now sit." She doesn't ever raise her voice, it just sharpens into something surprisingly threatening. Fez watches with an open mouth.

For the first time in his life, Ashtray listens.

After she's explained how to do one, been through two with him and offered up a pencil he's more than well versed in the fundamental principles and purpose of the crossword, just struggling to put it into practice. Lexi sits patiently beside him, embodying encouragement, pointing out mistakes he's made and quietly showing him how to fix them, grinning like an idiot when he does it himself even when she's anything but.

He doesn't say anything this time when Fez comes up behind her and tucks his head into the crook of her shoulder, hiding a smile. They deserve this much, to share afternoons together while they can. It's so rare they indulge themselves in this little domestic dream she's constructed— it feels a lot like playing house when she stays for the odd weekend, blissful and naive and ultimately... all pretend. But such a comfort they act like it won't eventually be quashed by the fetters of reality come Monday morning when she leaves for school. So who's to tell them they can't have that? Their little corner of the universe to share, however briefly? Not Ashtray.

Even so, she pretends not to notice for his sake, beaming with pride that's contagious as he fills in the final letter.

Correctly.

It's nothing really, but she makes him feel like it matters.

Which is why he does it again the next day, a little faster this time. And again after that the next morning. He finds himself spelling when she's at school, he finds himself spelling when she's gone. It's the only semblance of routine he maintains and a reminder. Of what he isn't quite sure, only that it feels like warmth and that summer sunlight falling on his face again— everything about it is simply, undoubtedly Lexi and serves as a comfort in her absence, a certain kind of motivation to be better.

He thinks that might be what a lesson is.

[majimasleftasscheek]

Sad day being a majima Stan 😭😭😭😭 how the fuck does Yokoyama miss the mark on majima so bad it's insane 😤😡🤯 anyway glad we got you to keep the love alive 🤗 have an egg during these trying times 🥚

DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED skdljagjklsdgSKLJDG

also thankies for the egg 🥺

hi this is Captain CapsLock and I will be in charge of your flight this evening

doesn't understand why the fandom loves a "scary character" THAT'S WHY WE LOVE HIM HE'S A LIL WEIRDO. also he's like not scary whatsoever. like sure theoretically because he's literal yakuza but even in the context of the games? no way he's a total goober are you kidding me

Majima would have nothing to do in the games WHAT DO YOU MEAN JUST REPLACE A CHARACTER WITH MAJIMA INSTEAD YALL KEEP MAKING NEW ONES I DON'T CARE ABOUT YES YAKUZA 6 I'M LOOKING AT YOU AND ANYWAY KIRYU'S UP TO SOME BULLSHIT FOR NO REASON AGAIN GET MAJIMA IN THERE CUZ FUCK IT. ngl it always peeved me off that Kiryu and Saejima were the "pillars of the Tojo Clan" then like wtf was Majima the entire time if not babysitting the whole ass organization. yeah I'm showing favoritism but c'mon jklsdkldkl

no idea what kind of story to tell if Majima has his own game WHAT ABOUT HIS ENTIRE VAGUE ASS LIFE. BROJIMA STORY? IN BETWEEN GAMES STORY? YALL DOING KIRYU'S GAIDEN THING BETWEEN 6/LAD SO WHAT'S THE PROBLEM

surprised Majima is popular THEN WHY DOES HE LITERALLY HAVE AS MUCH MERCH IF NOT MORE THAN KIRYU AND WINS POPULARITY POLLS. FOR A SIDE CHARACTER NO ONE CARES ABOUT HE SURE IS LOVED THAT'S CRAZY. FOR A NOBODY TYPE OF CHARACTER HE SURE IS THE FACE OF THE SERIES VERY OFTEN HUH WEIRD

bruh I knew that stream was gonna piss me off and I was right lmaooo. I already got trauma from being a halo and warhammer fan bro I cannot with this kldskllkd. and here's the thing, I don't want Ichiban's story to be overshadowed by Kiryu's (and by proxy Majima) but also they keep shoehorning them into things while being like okay lol this is the end of it we prommy 🤞

like whoopdidoo what a "send off" for the umpteenth time. I think what hurts most is you can really see how much Ugaki loves voicing Majima and the fact that RGG really wants to leave Majima to the wayside while still putting Kiryu front and center for who knows what reason this time is just hhhhhhhhhh. now of course, this doesn't mean Majima is like, potentially out of the party system all together but if he is? lol okay very cool

I'mma keep making stuff I love cuz bruh I sure as shit ain't getting it from RGG. and like, I'm not naïve. I understand all things come to an end at some point but man I just wish it was satisfactory. maybe it was for other people but not for me. but I also realize I speak from a point of extreme bias. I certainly feel miffed about this more than most but at the end of the day I'm just a silly lil fan shouting at clouds lol so take anything I say with grain of salt

[onychespherein]

me making the sams/laes x cotl AU, 2024, colorised:

allow me to ramble for a bit because its been a week and my brain is Rotting with a capital R, i am now 100% commited to this thing my brain birthed to cope with its parents (me & my previous obsession, cult of the lamb) divorcing

the general idea is that lunar somehow digs up a crown from the trash heap when the gang is exploring a robot graveyard (see: post-apocalyptic vibes, i just think robot graveyards are such a cool concept i wanted one ok). anyway. none of them really know what the fuck this thing even is, except for solar maybe, who has like a general idea, just a hunch really, and it's not like he ever really saw the bishops from up close, right, he doesn't actually know what the crowns are, how they look like, etc. maybe its just a thing people draw that doesn't really exist, you know, like halos around the heads of some higher up cultists. besides, there's no fucking way lunar found one just, what, lying around, right? Right?

and when they try to get rid of it, because of course they do, it's obviously some old magic artefact, they have no goddamn idea what it does, seriously lunar, why are you going around picking up potentially deadly things you know nothing about, for fuck's sake, what if it KILLED you, (this is the sound of sun having a PTSD flashback to that one time lunar almost blew them all up because he picked up a magic equivalent of a bomb moon & solar were working on and yes, they both got chewed out for that one too)

anyway, they try to get rid of the crown, right, but it just. doesn't work. no matter how hard they throw/kick it, it always comes back. they can't break it. magic doesn't work. at some point it sticks itself to lunar's head and they can't pull it off.

they give up (after like a few days) because clearly there's nothing they can do and it isn't hurting lunar, for now, and honestly they have bigger problems on hand than some stupid floating crown that doesn't do shit. like idk the demon currently possessing sun ((because demons are a Thing in cotl that i constantly forget about when i go crusading. bruh)

it takes a while but eventually cultists start coming after them, like they already had some less than pleasant encounters & avoided them best they could, but now the cultists are coming specifically for them. or, more like, for lunar.

and then lunar dies, gets resurrected, and starts their own cult. fun

[brokendreamscreation-moved]

@originemesis xxx)

"You're so doneso~" With a wicked grin, he considers the sullied state of the angel he's pinned in their impromptu wrestling match, muddied water dripping from the peak of his chin and between the stunned blue of the other's eyes. Aside from the yellowing of a white garb steeped in pond water, and the reflection of the man's golden hued gaze boasting victory over his rather small opponent, the color of the earth itself is all that remains- caked on hunched shoulders and his face. It seemed inexplicably part of him in a way that even if he should wash it off, a man from the dust of the ground he would stay. And if the wet slap of defeat delivered via a sleeve flipped onto the other's face didn't drive that point through to his rambunctious company, a playful thump to the halo might. "Easy? Is that why you're enjoying yourself down there, bruh?" Adam snorts, half tempted to start stuffing more handfuls of mud down the front of the angelic garb when he's suddenly thrown off balance in a whirlwind of feather flung mud. Back hitting the puddle with squelching thud, he blinks- bewildered by the sudden upheaval and change in scenery featuring what a waterlogged seraphim looks like from below.

Stabilizing the vex of rapidly flipped vertigo, he gives the hips straddling him a squeeze- flushed cheeks puffed outward in place of feathers. "That's soooo cheating- I demand a rematch! I-" The complaint fizzles with a groan and a toss of his head where it splashed in the shallow side of of the puddle- man down. Taking a few melodramatic moments to collect his wits, he starts to sit up, but goes little more than an inch into the hands fanned out on his chest. "I...uh." Gulp. His grip falters just enough to slide down the wet fabric clung at Lucid's hips like a second skin, fingers digging in to the soft back of a thigh. It's an odd texture- the fabric... especially soaked through. And it's even more odd to feel the excess of robe clinging to and around the insides of his legs. "So- your robey thing? It's kinda..." Trapped in his crotch? "...there??" Well, the angel would figure it out soon since something on the growing end of hard is currently pitching a tent under said fabric. Was it really almost that time? He'd been out playing in the mud too long.

Lucid tosses his head back, giving a vibrant crow of laugher, his pride swelling with triumph. Oh silly human~ Just because he is on the shorter side of Heaven did not mean the seraphim has a weaker physic, at least not to a mere man. His smirk drops to concern however when Adam makes the most peculiar noise to have ever graced the angels ears. Brows knitted, Lucid’s cocky attitude fizzles out, his focus now totally on what may be wrong with his companion.

The feeling of large hands sliding across the thighs of his attire is a strange one, the movement wringing some of the dirtied water out of his garment and trickling back to the mud puddle beneath them. In comparison to the cold dampness and mud, Adam’s hands felt warm, the heat pleasant through the angelic fabric. His own hands remained pressed to the First Man’s chest, feeling the increased beat of his heart and rise and fall of steady breathes.

And, feeling something else.

For a moment, Lucid wonders if he is being goosed by some critter that had the mishap of getting between their mud wrestling antics. Or perhaps a stick or stone, jostled loose from the earths wet muddy prison and now reaching back for the skies above. Only one way to find out. The blue seraphim sits back, gathering the soaked folds of his robe to pull up. Lucid’s brows rise in astonishment at the sight. Not that he has not seen the first member, but shocked by the hardened form it has taken.

“OH! That is quite unexpected. You are feeling the need to mate, yes?” The seraphim has ready books on human anatomy, knowledge of God’s creations and how they effectively carry out their purpose: to populate the Earth. However no textbook or scroll can ever compare to the real thing in-person. Carefully, Lucid pulls back his robe so not to let it continue to drape cold and uncomfortably upon Adam’s manhood, his own angelic anatomy still concealed from view.

The angel moves his eyes from the sight back to the man’s face, giving a slight tilt of his head. His blue hues were that of genuine intrigue. “I have never actually seen one in its erect state before. Is it safe to assume my actions engaged in the auto response of…arousal? Yes, I believe that’s the word.” Lucid moves a hand to rest just inside Adam’s thigh, smoothing a thumb over the slick, muddied skin. In a quieter, gentle voice, he makes a request.

“…May I touch it?”

[originemesis]

@originemesis“Oh no you DON’T-" It's with a lackadaisical effort the man's arm coils like a boa constrictor around the angel's neck before he can flitter off again, yanking him back down.

@brokendreamscreation Lucid did not expect to be grabbed, let alone the strength of the human. The blue seraphim squeaked, small hands patting at the First Man’s arm. Blinking his large radiant eyes, Lucid smiled up at him cheerfully. “Oh! Hello! You sure got a tight grip. If you let me go, I can get you some of those berries too!” Pointing up at the tree, there’s branches filled with bright red berries. As enticing as they look, the seraphim has no idea they’re actually poisonous.

With the angel successfully snatched, Adam went casually about his business of continuing his trek through the privacy of the thicket, just with the wriggling, glowing halo holder tucked into his pits.

"And I thought you angel dudes were supposed to know better?" He tutted, eyes swiveling further up the path to watch for tripping roots- a task not entirely difficult with the glow of the other's halo acting like his own personal-use sunbeam. To elaborate, he paused to nod up at the many berries decorating the dark ceiling of foliage overhead. "It's not like you can't eat those, buuuut... trust me, your gut will thank you later for passing em up."

After a bit more dragging, he finds a comfy spot to plop- bringing the angel down with him and ignorable to the fact the other probably didn't appreciate having his face fall nearly into the first man's lap before said man released him. With a flick of the wrist, he'd snatched a sunset colored oval growing beside him and held it up to his celestial guest.

"Here, bruh. Eat this one if you gotta. It's a..."

"-cumquat."

[thiccer-than-sniccer]

Yall I just asked my dad if he could start getting me halo top ice cream instead of regular brand (he insists bro, I told him not to) and he looks at me all suspicious like and says "finish the one in the freezer, then we'll talk" like bruh it's just ice cream don't gotta be all cryptic 😭😭😭

fr tho I'm so scared he's catching on and we're gonna have some sort of intervention and I'm gonna have to eat more

[whisperhushh]

No attack hun. I'm back and forth too. I don't think either or is ridiculous. When I read the lyrics to her new song, Halo, I thought "oh, this is about Noah" because she mentions "people are gawking at us, but we're keeping it hush" there were other lines there too. Plus, she began this album in January of this year (per an interview she did recently) and idk when that song was written. Things could have changed by then. But she does say that her albums represent where she is at in life. So in 2024, homegirl definitely was or is in love. Then again, whether they're in a relationship or not, or had something going on, I truly don't think Noah would be promoting her like this unless he really is a RIDE OR DIE kinda guy 😂😂 idk, so many questions. I just don't want to see her with them anymore. I'd get sick of it if it were Erra and I See Stars too. They almost overdid it with them also. But her...? Bruh..

If they are dating and Halo is about him, and Noah has been just hiding it all the whole time? This started after CF EU then. Probably around April. They had more normal interactions last year and before the European tour and he suddenly switched up at SNW. That is a big if because I strongly doubt that they’re together, but if they are they haven’t been hiding it for a year or two years like some are saying (yes, someone had said he was dating her since 2022. she was with someone else at the time.) I will remain skeptical for now.

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[m1ckeyb3rry]

HAHAHA you know I would eat that fic up if you chose to write it…but also omg yes take some time to refresh and take advantage of your vacay!!! I’m fully prepared to have my jaw drop to the floor at the wc LMAO

Karasu on the mind at all times it’s unavoidable he’s just so extraordinary…!!! The Karasu inspiration truly is everything LOL he’s just too good of a man!

All this hype actually hyped me up but take your time LMAOO wouldn’t want it burning you out!!

Also HSHGSH OMG guys our rise to fame….Im crying I just saw your reblog we’re making it big!!! Also fr im so surprised? Actually I think I just saw some news that the usual TLers are starting to work on it but even so they’re dividing up the work and chapters which is a little different than usual I think? I lowk wonder if maybe it really was just an issue with character popularity? Like if the TLers were invested/interested in the characters they probably would’ve automatically done it as it came out like some of the previous LNs but who knows LOL

Trust once the tabieita plus kurona/zantetsu one comes out im aiming to be the first to TL….for my own sake as much as others LMAO I lowk think they’d get translated faster than this recent one but now that I think about it I’m not sure because I’d like to think that Barou at least is around the same popularity level if not more than tabieita? I guess we’ll find out but yeah I thought it was interesting how the usual people didn’t jump at the TL opportunity

- Karasu anon

OMG OMG OKAY SO I FINALLY FINISHED WRITING IT!!! FINALLYYYY bruh it’s so surreal 😭 going to do my nightly skincare and then begin the proofreading process so it will hopefully be out asap!! and eek i hope it lives up to the hype 😟 at least it’s really long and has fuckass baby karasu?? so pros and cons either way 😰

it’s crazy because pre-fwtkac i could NOT for the life of me think of any ideas for karasu and now i can’t stop 😓 he’s just literally perfect i love him sooo much but nagi…and otoya…tbh it’s not even that i love otoya but HOLLYHOCK ☝🏻 like hollyhock y/n come back to me PLEASEEE

i feel like it def just came down to very few people being invested in yuki and even fewer in aryu so it just didn’t get picked up and then barou kinda got lumped in w them and got a negative halo effect 😭💔 i do think the tabieita ones would get translated quicker especially because they might come out closer to s2?? but your translations are by far the most readable i’ve come across so as long as you’re not too busy/tired i’m sure all of those in the miraverse will appreciate your hard work 🙏🏻 i still think it’s so funny we got linked to though FJSKJDSJ now random people are reading snippets of our convos so they can get to the yukimiya chapters which cracks me up because they have like zero context for what we’re saying DJSKKSK the mira + karasu anon lore goes so deep no one can catch up atp we’re just on a diff level 🥱

[komodocomics]

Hi I'm normal

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[awonderlandsystem]

Zoe didn't get enough sleep!!

It is NOT a good morning. Not enough sleep makes Zoe a crybaby! I don't wanna get out of bed. 3 hours isn't long enough. It isn't fair. I used to get to sleep till 9. I like 9. I dont like 7. 7 is the devils hour! RJ's new schedule gives him a day with no parent jobs. Nothing. He literally gets to duck out of parenting and chores now cause he works 3am-12. Bruh! What's frustrating is the things, stupids things we are stuck and confused on with making this household work is insurance and school. None of us understand it or can figure out how do that whole adult area. Had it figured out once! Something happened and everything went to hell. Super bad triggering stuff for Eva now. It puts her into a breakdown. Something in 2019 pushed her over the edge. The only thing I remember about 2019 is losing my- oof prolly shouldn't say that. I know Eva wants to move the kids to a different doctor cause the one they go to is really mean to her and she comes home and cries each time. I told her to call social services and maybe they would help, and help us too. She thinks they will come and take the kids away because she's not perfect even tho no one is perfect. Few more weeks and we'll be with mom. I dunno how I'm the only one happy with that. Mom buys me snacks and listens to my stories. Yeah sometimes she's kinda mean and there's the whole parentification part and having to call 911 on her before but people can change. You know what I'm NOT thinking about? Everything that comes after moving. That's a then problem. That's a if I think too much about all the responsibility coming I'll get scared and back out problem. I don't wanna sabotage this cause I get scared about the mom stuff. Honestly I wish someone woulda consulted me about that cause I woulda said no way. Nothing against them. They're cool kids and I like em. I don't think I'm any good at the mom role. Eva's good at it, even Halo. It's hard for me. Super hard. Ikelos too. We get overwhelmed. I don't have the patience Eva does. Tho with this schedule change everyone is wearing thin. We're gonna get out. Find a nice doctor for them like we had on the other side of the state. Get them in school and get the special needs services going again for them. Not the ABA, hated that stuff. Pretty sure that's made things worse with some stuff. We qualify for this thing called respite care or something. Cause the oldest is special needs, autistic. The youngest maybe too. Eva thinks it's something else with him. Oppositional something. Can't talk about that stuff with RJ the asshat cause everything is an argument or our fault. I'm trapped upstairs with the kids till he's done with work at noon so they don't bother him. I wanna go back to bed. What the hell am I supposed to do up here for that long with 3 kids? He could go into the office. That would make things so much easier. He could let us go to bed before he starts work at 2-3. Meh if he went back to the office tho he'd put cameras back up around the apartment to watch me. That's a whole nother creepy story. Coulda been sexy. Just saying. He makes everything feel wrong. Brittany always says if you can't say something nice don't say anything at all but he's an asshat. We were drowning long before TK came here, begging for help and instead helping he tried harder to erase us. How fucked is that?