#i hope this hasn't been done before but if it has that's so rad

[sceebybeeby]

The Lunatic of Gravity Falls (1982)

[another-lost-mc]

is it bad that i'm thinking about pent-up karasu? karasu who's been *trying* to have some alone time with you but keeps getting interrupted by one of the demons brothers or the angels or that damn sorcerer? karasu who keeps lovingly trying to pull you away for just a *moment* of alone time to savor your taste and keeps getting cock-blocked for some reason or another? karasu when he *finally* gets time alone with you and absolutely fucks you senseless??

a/n: it reeeeally doesn't take much to get him riled up.

➤ pent-up!karasu | headcanons

2.1k words | nsfw | gn!reader

cw: sexting, dick pics, masturbation, audio porn, oral sex, overstimulation, demon form!sex

— Pent-up!Karasu, who misses you terribly. He hasn't seen you in a few days because he had to focus on an important project for work. He texted you as often as he could and he called you every night before you went to sleep, but it wasn’t the same.

— Pent-up!Karasu, who finally has a chance to see you at RAD. He has a meeting scheduled with Diavolo and agrees to meet with him at the school. He’s nearly giddy with excitement when he pulls out his old RAD uniform and gets ready. He hopes you’re as happy to see him as he is to see you.

— Pent-up!Karasu, who looks for you in the busy hallways of RAD and his heart flutters when he finally spots you. He can't resist the urge to hug you tightly even though the demon brothers are waiting for you nearby. He desperately wants to kiss you, but he knows neither of you have the time or privacy to do that right now.

— Pent-up!Karasu, whose greedy eyes glance down at your RAD uniform and he wonders how he never noticed that you look so lovely in dark grey. His cheeks burn when he suddenly imagines peeling the layers off you one by one. He notices that your expression looks hungry too, and he ducks his head bashfully when you tell him how handsome he is. You hug him one last time before you head to class, and he misses you already.

— Pent-up!Karasu, who finishes his meeting but doesn’t have time to see you again before he leaves. He flies to work in a daze and is completely distracted by thoughts of you. Once he's alone in his office, he slumps heavily in his chair and glares at the erection tenting his pants. He palms his cock through the thin material of his uniform for relief but it doesn’t help. He feels needy and impulsive and reckless. After a moment of hesitation, he reaches for his D.D.D.

— Pent-up!Karasu, who sends you a text message even though he knows you’re still in class. He suggests that you excuse yourself from the room and go somewhere with more privacy.

— Pent-up!Karasu, who apologizes for disturbing you. He complains that he can’t get any work done; he sends you a photo of his lap so you can see exactly how much you affect him. He took off his blazer and the sleeves of his green button-up shirt are rolled up. His left hand rests on his thigh, drawing your attention to the bulge straining against the zipper of his pants.

— Pent-up!Karasu, who hopes that you’re starting to feel as horny as he does. His messages are a stream of disjointed, lustful thoughts. He sounds more bold and depraved than you’ve ever heard him before.

Seeing you earlier was enough to make me hard. I don’t think you realize how much I’ve missed you.

I want to touch you so badly. You could do anything you wanted as long as I can have you.

It’s tempting to come back to RAD and find you. Have you ever thought about what it’d be like to fuck in an empty classroom, bent over one of the desks where anyone could find us? Would you like that? Too bad I didn’t think of that earlier.

I wish you were here. Being inside you would feel so much better than this does.

— Pent-up!Karasu, who sends you proof of his desire. First he sends you a photo: his pants are undone and bunched low on his hips. His slender fingers are wrapped around his cock that’s rock-hard and leaking precum from the tip.

— Pent-up!Karasu, who sends you an audio message next. He bites his lip so he’s not too loud in your ear, but he can't help how good it feels and he wants you to know it. When he glides his hand up and down his cock, it makes a soft, wet sound that echoes in his quiet office. His chair creaks under his weight every time he thrusts up and drives his cock into the tight grip of his fist.

— Pent-up!Karasu, who babbles his desperate fantasies when he’s about to cum. "I wanna feel you around my cock, I can't wait—f-fuck, I can't stop, it feels so good—" He gasps your name and whimpers high and needy in his throat as he strokes himself through his orgasm. He keeps going until he's so sensitive that it nearly hurts, and he stops recording when he's finally limp with exhaustion and temporarily sated. The entire recording is less than two minutes long.

— Pent-up!Karasu, who sends you one last photo when he’s finished. His cock is tucked away now, but his pants and the bottom of his shirt are both stained with the pearly-white ropes of his release. He sends another message too, one that contains a request and a promise:

According to Lucifer’s schedule, he and his brothers will be attending a student council meeting this afternoon. It should give us enough time, so I’ll meet you at the House of Lamentation when you're finished class today. Try not to touch yourself before then, dear one. I’d like to take care of you myself.

— Pent-up!Karasu, who keeps his word and is already waiting for you when you arrive home from RAD. He pulls you into his arms as soon as you shut the bedroom door. “I’ve wanted to do this all day,” he breathes before he finally kisses you with all the love and desperation he feels for you.

— Pent-up!Karasu, who licks across the seam of your lips and whines into your mouth when your tongue curls with his. He rubs his half-hard cock against your belly and palms the swell of your ass, encouraging you to grind against him. You’re so warm and soft and pliant in his arms, and he wants nothing more than to rut into you like a mindless beast. He feels possessed.

— Pent-up!Karasu, who walks you backwards until your legs bump against the edge of the bed. He drops hastily to his knees when you sit down and he shuffles forward until he’s tucked comfortably between your legs. He fumbles with the belt and zipper of your pants, and he pulls your pants and underwear down your legs so you’re completely bare to him. His heightened senses can smell your arousal. He strokes you gently with a couple of his fingers, and he exhales harshly through his nose when he feels how wet you really are. He teases you and peppers your bare thighs with kisses until your hands slide into his hair and pull him closer. 

— Pent-up!Karasu, who finally buries his face between your legs like he’s starving for you. His lips worship you with kisses and gentle sucks so you can feel the heat of his mouth. His fingers tease your entrance, circling the tight hole slowly before moving his hand away again. He digs his fingers into your soft, squishy thighs when they shake on his shoulders and tighten against the sides of his head. The bedframe shakes slightly as you chase your pleasure.

— Pent-up!Karasu, who moans loudly when you finally cum in his mouth. He pulls back and murmurs about how delicious you taste while he smacks his lips. His mouth and chin glisten from the mess you made of him. His erection aches in his pants but he leans forward again, flicking his tongue against you for a second time even though you gasp his name and shiver pathetically in his grip. He knows you're sensitive but he can’t resist just one more taste. Pinpricks of pleasure and pain shoot through his body when you tug on his hair and push his head away when you can't take anymore.

— Pent-up!Karasu, whose self-control cracks when he drinks in the sight of your bright, glossy eyes and pouty lips. He rises slowly to his feet and starts unbuttoning his shirt because he needs you now. He preens under your appreciative gaze when you stare at his bare chest. His dark eyes are smoldering and predatory, glowing with the power of his sin that's determined to have all of you.

— Pent-up!Karasu, who is in his demon form by the time you're both undressed and fully bare to each other. He pushes you back gently so his talons don’t scratch your delicate skin. Once you’re resting comfortably on your back, he kneels between your legs. He guides your legs up and rests them against the curve of his hips. 

— Pent-up!Karasu, who would never risk hurting you no matter how much he wants you. He presses a bottle of slick into your hand and stares hungrily while you stretch yourself open for him. Your fingers disappear into your body and his cock twitches eagerly. He’s so desperate to be inside you, but he can be patient a little longer. You stop fingering yourself before you cum again; you feel so painfully empty without his cock and you both know your fingers aren't enough.

— Pent-up!Karasu, who braces himself on his arms and lowers himself on top of you. He whines against your neck as he pushes inside you, burying himself to the hilt in one long thrust. His pace is slow and shallow at first so you can both adjust. It's not long before you grasp his shoulders and urge him to move faster. The room fills with the animalistic rattling that reverberates deep in his chest when he moves harder and deeper inside you. He curses and moans in time with each desperate thrust. His hips smack noisily against yours when he starts to lose control and fucks you into the mattress with abandon.

— Pent-up!Karasu, who reaches between your bodies and strokes you with his palm because he doesn't want to cum before you do. You arch your back against his chest and a cry rips from your throat when you finally cum. Your body tightens around his cock like a vice and he moves even faster, drawing out your pleasure until you’re completely satisfied. 

— Pent-up!Karasu, whose sharp talons dig into your sheets and his wings flutter restlessly when he cums. He groans and continues thrusting desperately while he rides out the lingering waves of pleasure crashing over him. You're full of his cum and your bodies squelch obscenely each time he pumps his cock inside you. Your ankles hooked against his back trap him in place. He keeps moving until he’s milked dry and his hips come to a stuttering halt.

— Pent-up!Karasu, who catches himself on his hands before he collapses heavily on top of you. He's hot and sticky with sweat and his hair sticks to his forehead and neck. There's so many things that he still wants to do and say, but right now he kisses you sweetly like nothing else matters.

— Pent-up!Karasu, whose soft kisses grow hungry when lust stirs deep in his belly when he realizes he still wants more. His hardening cock twitches inside you and he starts to slowly rock his hips. He drags lips along your jaw and down your neck as he picks up the pace. He savors your breathy moans in his ear and you're as eager as he is when you start to move together.

— Pent-up!Karasu, who makes a frustrated hissing noise in his throat when the front door slams nearby and the demon brothers return. He doesn’t want to stop, but he slows his thrusts and frowns when he hears stomping footsteps approaching from down the hall.

— Pent-up!Karasu, who groans and rests his head against your shoulder when someone bangs on your bedroom door. "Yo, Lucifer's ordering Hell's Kitchen for dinner tonight! You two wanna join us?" He's annoyed by the interruption and grumbles inaudibly under his breath. He looks up when your body starts shaking with barely-stifled laughter, and he can't help but chuckle too.

— Pent-up!Karasu, who rolls off you carefully and gets a damp cloth from your bathroom so he can clean you up. You both get dressed and he steals glances at you from the corner of his eye; lust still courses through his veins. His talons have disappeared but his wings still twitch irritably against his back. He suggests having dinner somewhere more private instead, and he's relieved when you agree. He waits for you outside while you explain to the others that neither of you will be staying for dinner after all.

— Pent-up!Karasu, who takes you back to his nest where no one else will bother you. He murmurs a promise in your ear that he’ll feed you later, after he’s fucked you properly.

[crossover-enthusiast]

OUEHFUSHX YEAH??

rick KNOWS off the bat that’s *how* rad got hurt. And maybe if he just hadn’t listened to radfords pleas it would’ve been him and radford would be home. Safe.

ALSO THE TAKE THAT RICK DOESNT WANT TO DIE A PAINFUL DEATH??? OWUFHFH

i Headcanon that radford has a big pain tolerance (which pairs with his dramatic nature) so it took him a bit before the pain set in and radford *really* knew he was in trouble.

So he continued down the route because he knew rick would be home, and that this was the closet place he could go

rick probably holds onto this for a long time. he gets more protective of radford and only barely *finally* understands why he acts that way.

…but he still doesn’t get why he’d act that way for him, someone who still got him hurt- even if it wasn’t on purpose

anyway YEAH I THINK ABT THEM ALOT

KDJNKDFJN YES THIS EXACTLY

Cause like look I know it was for a quick joke to lighten the scene a little but the fact that Rick saw the crazed knife murderer and went "I am done goodbye" despite literally saying in the last episode that he was "tired of breathing" just kinda says, to me, that he'd rather keep living if the alternative was a painful death

also ooo Radford with a high pain tolerance - I'mma take that if you don't mind

And also like. Rick pulling out a dusty first aid kit that hasn't seen use in Literal Years hoping the stuff inside is still good (bandages are a little crusty but they do the job) and he's still shaking a little so it's hard to wrap the gauze around Radford and skjnfkjdnkjfnksdfj

[ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa]

DRS: Mukuro Ikusaba

well, I hoped you would answer that question so we're off to a great start

ok, so her events really mirror the ones of real Junko, although we skipped Aoi for some reason and started with Mahiru, both start by complimenting on her skill, but where Junko wanted Mahiru to do a professional shoot of her later, Mukuro complained about magazines [ik they can come in semi-random order now, there's a loose timeline]

and said she prefers Mahiru's authentic photos over posed and edited ones

Mukuro can't guess what Akane is "saying" like Junko, so this time Tenko understands since someone has to, and then changes the subject to hate on men unprompted

I wish that were me

she tells Yasuhiro not to call her Junkie while Junko just rolled with it, doesn't want to hear her fortune all the same, but this time he tells her anyway

Not only does she convince Togami to let their whole class in on his private beach, but also makes sure he'll participate as well. And she's the first one I'm seeing talking about fans bothering ultimates

[after a two-week-long break] ok, so I stopped updating this nearing the end of Mukuro's events and well, I am actually done with her route, it was just way less interesting than Junko's, one right after the other it was a show of what she's lacking in comparison, Junko is a hurricane and I wanted to be mad

when in a flashback she calls Mukuro dull, but next to each other that how it looks like, we have this very emotional extrovert and an introvert with simple consistent ideals and worries

this is the same Mukuro we see at the beginning of THH and in the IF scenario, she's critical of magazines, complains about all the fakeness, acts as if she had an impostor syndrome (except she is the impostor), cares deeply for her sister, would do anything for her

it's really disappointing, because it looks like she wants to find her own self but in the end it all comes back to Junko, she says she does in "My future" bit, but it's betraying Junko like in the IF because she loves her. And Junko hasn't thought of her once in her events

I was thinking of following this with Monaca's events since apparently she knew Mukuro was pretending, but WoH make me uncomfortable so I'm going to save it for later, they can ruin only 1 day for me

overall, Mukuro's events are a flop, it was awkward with few exceptions (she actually impressed me in the event with Togami)

First posted on December 12-27, 2021 (twitter) Detailed notes below:

Introduction: "The real question is... which Junko am I? The Ultimate Fashionista? Or maybe..."

1st event: Mahiru Koizumi

starts with a compliment

prefers Mahiru's photographs over magazine shots, those are "edited to hell and back"

"so that's my expression in front of everyone", "even I can make a face like that"

posed photos don't feel like me, yours are authentic

2nd event: Akane Owari & Tenko Chabashira

Mukuro can't understand Akane with her mouth full like Junko did. Tenko does.

Tenko brings up negative stereotypes about fashionistas out of the blue? To hate on men?

"you take notes obsessively, Junko"

3rd event: (With Swimsuits)

Junko isn't at the camp :( they were separated before, but it's been a while so now she's worried about Junko, "I'd gotten used to being together again"

true goal?

"a cheerful person like you mumbling to herself with a frown?"

"this is far from despair", so she thinks she should be the ult despair Junko

4th event:

Yasuhiro had a vision

"it's a violation of privacy if you read my future without permission"

glossy black hair and some rad make up is the key to her success, huh?

5th event:

This time not even Mikan looks happy, the 3 of them are just awkward

Mukuro tells Toko they don't have bad blood, which would be the opposite of the real Junko

"ugh, you two are so negative..."

opposites attract (tokomaru & bandaid)

6th event:

"You've been tailing me all day", "Are you a hardcore fan?", Monaca: "Not quite"

she knows

"even if you're a child, I'll show no mercy"

she caught the bug for Gonta, Monaca gets away

7th event:

Mukuro gets embarrassed by Ibuki's compliment, rather than agree with Ibuki on wanting to be stronger she asks if she isn't fine the way she is (she already has good stamina)

Potential of Talent: "But which Talent?", "This isn't my real identity"

-Regardless of which talent, it's important to me. (memory of Junko)

"dull older sister"

"if I *did* wanna do something, it wouldn't be anything so obvious"

"I'll cooperate with whatever she pleases. I'm the only one who understands her."

-This may be unrelated to talent, but... (Hajime)

try to find something for myself (cosmetics), "not for work"

"I wanted to drop this personality after graduating anyway"

Hajime's understanding, some things are easier to say to strangers

-I am not that interested in my potential... (Jataro Kemuri)

infodumps at her about luck unprompted

it's easier for him to be hated

"I turned off my brain and listened to Jataro"

8th event:

WoH bullied Mondo for not letting them operate a rollercoaster on their own, but she praised him

lose the pompadour? over his dead body

"I'd go for a more serious look if I could"

9th event: look Makoto's route

10th event:

surprised to see Togami without Toko around

bullying him, "you're bad with girls"

I'm not popular either

aristocrats.

private beach is the only chance for famous ultimates to relax by the ocean

she convinces him to participate!

"it took me so long but this is what I really want" (having fun with everyone)

11th event:

Aoi noticed her strap slipping herself

it's mobility over fashion for her, meanwhile "Junko" just got used to revealing clothes, "with a bit of courage and a lot of time you can get used to anything"

Summer Festival: Run a stall - make and sell trinkets "I've got nimble fingers"

Y'know, Leon, I have men's trinkets too (not half bad, he'd like to make some too, bought it)

I have some Japanese-style trinkets, Hiyoko (no match for artisan masters... but she bought a hairpin)

Tsumugi, I have your supporter color! (oh, an idol she supports. She just had to buy one)

Campfire: "I don't like getting teary-eyed, but I'm going to miss it"

-Ryoma! You look like you're about to cry!

he doesn't deny it, just don't stare

she hides her feelings pretty well, but it's obvious she cares about her classmates

"Ryoma and I reminisced together"

-You're really eating your heart out, Akane! (Mukuro decides to help in the kitchen because of Akane)

-Yasuhiro, tell my fortune

Will my family's dream be realized? (answer off-screen)

My Future...

Monokuma dramatically reveals he knows she's Mukuro

"If she wants me to kill them, they're as good as dead"

"What do you suppose would happen if I betrayed Junko?" (because I love her)

End: "Hey, Junko. I found my own hope."

[taikk0]

ya boy has another announcement to make

So I'm sure some of you have noticed the lack of my usual art posts, and I kinda-sorta wanted to give you all heads up that yeah, my posts will be slow down a bit since I've been focusing more on animation and improving my work.

Especially now that my parents are actively telling me to open animation and art commissions so I can use my skills to start earning money, though I'm sure commissions won't open until a long while from now. Even then, I'm pretty sure that most of the commissions I will be taking during that time will be for the music industry since both my parents work in that specific field, plus I feel like working for the music industry will ensure chances of me even getting commissions in the first place, since I doubt that opening commissions online will ensure a steady stream of income.

Enough about the money talk though, I will be checking in from time to time to post random stuff like answering asks or sharing a random thing I thought about a second ago. So I won't really be gone entirely (and honestly, at this point, I don't think I physically can-)

I know this "change" is barely even deserving of an announcement, but I just wanted to clear things up in case I don't go around posting art for a while.

[other life stuff I wanted to talk about but aren't important enough for their own post under the cut because uhh yeah]

I have a feeling a handful of my followers think that I’ve been busy working on the animated music video that I mentioned not too long ago, but I honestly haven’t even been working on it.

I've officially been recruited a week ago (+3 days but that's not important) and work hasn't started yet. there's been a real lack of announcements as to what's going on and the direction the team is headed. I actually had a talk with my boyfriend about this (who is both on the moderation team and a part of one of the cover groups) about it and there have been some complications concerning management behind the scenes.

I'm a bit skeptical and worried about the project since I can tell the lack of experience that the higher-ups have with such an undertaking. But I can't blame them for having issues with stuff like this, I just hope that things get sorted out for the better. Not just for my sake as someone on board with the project, but also for the organizers who bit off more than they could chew.

Honestly as excited as I was, if production ends up being absolute hell all because of the organizers and their well-meaning ignorance. I don't think I'd really hesitate to resign. It's better to anchor the ship than to tread dangerous and unforeseen waters hoping it will go smoothly because of the crew's sheer willpower.

But, I give them a benefit of the doubt. I'm looking at the bright side and I hope to see the end of this with the fruits of our labor. But for now, the project is on hold.

(kinda hoped they announced it was on hold instead of me having to figure it out though-)

Outside of the career stuff, my school announced a self-care break for about two weeks. something about mental health stuff, I don't know I didn't really listen to most of the seminars they were really surface-level "don't kill yourself! stop being depressed!" stuff. But I do get a few days off so that's pretty rad.

HOWEVER.

I've been informed about technology not being allowed during the break?? and it's honestly, and pardon my language, BULLSHIT. literally, they've done this a year before and it was awful. as someone with a chronically understimulated brain with no friends and nothing fun to do around the house, having your only source of communication, entertainment, and the main tool to even work on art and animations being prohibited for 2 whole weeks is more of a practice in psychological torture. It isn't even self-care anymore and I'm so sick of these boomers thinking no technology = depression is no more

Idk, call me chronically online all you want I just think that it's stupid and I'm not even gonna try. besides, what are they gonna do?? give me an F- on my mental health grade or something?? No one should be allowed to tell anyone how and how not to spend their vacation days, especially when it's a vacation week you let them have, a vacation week FOR THEM.

bleghh it just made me a little bit angry is all, I won't let it get to me though. anyways yeah that's it, lowkey turned into a bit of vent/rant at the end but eh it's not like anyone will really read it all in full.

I'm done here buh-bye

[just-somehuman]

Dandelion | Beel x Gn!Reader

tw: angst

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a/n: This is going to be a long author's note, I'm sorry- There are two songs that motivated me to write this fanfic and you should def check them out. I really hate to be that person but there's sort of an order you're gonna have to read this fanfic ;v;

1. Listen to Yellow (Coldplay) and Dandelions (Ruth B) and read the lyrics. I'm gonna be referencing some of the lyrics a lot lol.

2. Read this fanfiction.

3. Reread the fanfic while listening to Yellow and Dandelions >:) *optional lol*

I'm done talking bye-

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When two people are destined for each other, they are able to see a timer on which displays how long the other has left to live. It will decrease from years, to days, to hours, to minutes, finally to seconds until the timer stops forever. The timer only appears when both people fall in love with each other.

Six years after the exchange program, the seven brothers are sitting around the table, having dinner as usual, until a timer appears next to Beel. Asmo is the first to notice as he has been eagerly awaiting for one of his brothers to get a timer even though he himself does not have one yet.

"Beel, check it out! You have a timer next to you!" he says, pointing at the timer next to Beel.

The other brothers congratulate Beel and nag him to say who it is he is in love with even though they already know who it is. It's Y/N. After they had returned to the Human World six years ago, Beel was left devastated. They were very close during the exchange program period. As his brothers' nagging continues, Beel remains silent.

"Beel, how are you not phased by this?" Satan asks him.

Beel looks up at Satan in confusion. "Phased by what?" Beel asks, giving Satan a puzzled look.

It was then that the brothers realize that Beel hasn't been listening to anything they have been speaking about for the past ten minutes.

"Beel, you've gotten your soulmate's timer..." Levi says through a sigh.

"Oh, really?" Beel says as he looks to his left. Displayed in the air next to him are two numbers and five letters. "65 years". "I'm happy that my soulmate will live that long, but I'm sad because I will live longer," Beel says as he stuffs another bite of his food into his mouth.

"Ya can't be so relaxed about this," Mammon says, slamming his cutlery onto the table.

"You can't be jealous that Beel received his timer before you, Mammon. Sit back down and finish your dinner," Lucifer sighs. Belphie, who has been silent up until now, finally speaks.

"Beel, do you know who it is?" he asks gently.

"I hope that it's Y/N. No wait, I want Y/N to live for a lot longer than just 65 years, I hope it's not Y/N then. No wait, I want it to be Y/N," the words fall out of Beel's mouth faster than he can comprehend them. Mammon, Levi, Satan and Asmo laugh at Beel's conflicting emotions but are still concerned about just who it is that received his timer and whether or not they will be happy together, let alone meet. However, Lucifer and Belphie are worried over something else: Whoever received Beel's timer, what numbers does their timer display and how quickly do they decrease?

After school the next day, Beel and Belphie are together in their room discussing the events that occurred that day at RAD.

"Did you see how everyone praised you at RAD for being the first of us brothers to receive a timer?" Belphie says, pulling his favourite cow-spotted pillow towards him. Beel doesn't respond. Instead, he gazes over at his timer which still displays the same digits as the ones he saw yesterday.

"Hey, Beel! I'm talking to you!" Belphie yells, squeezing his pillow, as if in hopes that Beel will feel it. Beel snaps out of his daydream and turns his head towards Belphie. A frown paints his face, causing his features to drop, giving him a drowsy look.

"Beel? Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm alright. I just... really hope that it's Y/N," Beel says, collapsing onto his bed. The softness of the bed gives off the illusion of being swallowed by tranquility. He instantly feels at peace and exhales a deep sigh.

"Beel, it doesn't really matter that much. You have 65 years to meet whoever it is, I don't know why you're worrying so much," Belphie says, throwing his cow-spotted pillow at Beel. Beel catches it with ease and holds it above him. His mind slips into his memories and he remembers each time he found Y/N with this pillow. Be it falling asleep with it or throwing it at his face, each memory releases a drop of sadness and longing into the pool of Beel's emotions. He sighs and holds the pillow to his chest.

"Y/N... Where are you?" he says before closing his eyes, succumbing to exhaustion.

The days came and went, it has been 2 weeks since Beel received his timer. He and Belphie are sitting on the attic floor and discussing who his soulmate may be. The air in the attic is thick and still, as if you could almost see it. Beel places his hand on the floor and the worn floorboards creak, causing waves of nostalgia to wash over him.

"Belphie, do you remember when we formed the Attic Club?"

"Oh. Yeah, it was some time after Y/N set me free from the attic." Belphie says, smiling. Beel knows that Belphie is experiencing saudade but he doesn't say anything, he feels the same way.

《Saudade: The melancholic longing for someone or something you love that you cannot reach.》

At that moment, Beel comes to a realization.

"Hey, Belphie, what do you think their timer displays?"

A mixture of fear and sadness swells inside of Belphie. A sigh escapes from his lips. Voice shaking and hands trembling, he musters the courage to respond.

"A large number, I'm sure."

"Tell me the truth, Belphie; how long do you think I have left?" Beel asks.

You can hear the sincerity in his voice and see his pain being reflected on his face. Just the fact that someone could ask such a heartbreaking question so genuinely was enough to bring tears to anyone's eyes. Belphie blinks at his blurry eyes. He falls into his older twin brother's arms and whispers more to himself than to anyone else:

"Please don't leave soon."

A month has passed. 4 weeks, 30 days, 720 hours, 43 200 minutes, 2 592 000 seconds. That's all that has passed and yet, it feels like an eternity has gone by. Beel, Belphie, Mammon, Asmo and Satan are together in the common room discussing Beel's timer.

"It's been a month already, are ya not gonna go lookin' for 'em?" Mammon asks.

"He has time, Mammon. Don't rush him, allow him to work at his own pace," Satan says, flipping the crumbling page in the book he stole from Lucifer.

"Exactly! That's what we do to you, Mammon. Be patient," Asmo adds.

"Ya do WHAT?!" Mammon yells.

Belphie stares at the fight breaking out while Beel smiles at his timer.

"Y/N... I know it's you."

He sinks into his memories and remembers each and every moment he spent with Y/N. The more he imagines them, the more his heart aches. He is brought back to reality when a trembling hand shakes his shoulder.

"Belphie? What is it?" he asks.

"Beel..." Belphie slowly points next to Beel, horror written across his face. Beel turns to look at the others, their faces mimicking that of Belphie's. Anxiously, Beel turns his head to see what they are so terrified of.

His heart stops and time stands still as he looks at his timer. It no longer displays the digits it once used to.

"12 years..." Beel says, grabbing onto Belphie's hand, "That's still a lot of time, right?"

Beel watches as Asmo breaks into tears, clinging onto Mammon while he stares blankly at the timer. Satan has left to go find Levi and Lucifer, probably. Belphie hugs Beel and tells him that he still has time, but those words no longer hold the purpose they once did 5 minutes ago.

Weeks after the decrease in the timer, Beel is out shopping. To him, the world feels emptier and emptier with each passing day. He can't stand the fact that he will have to lose Y/N so soon and there is nothing he can do about it. As he listens to his thoughts, he comes across a group of budding dandelions, the small yellow ones he plucks out of the garden. As Mammon would call them, the "weeds of the Earth". As he looks down at the dandelions gently dancing to the rhythm of the wind, he falls into a flashback. He remembers how he and Y/N used to go dandelion-picking, how beautiful they looked in that yellow outfit he bought them, their smile when they came across a puffball and the wishes they made on it. He misses Y/N so much that he can no longer contain his misery and longing. Trying to distract himself from his sadness, he checks his timer. To his dismay, he is left with another reason to feel miserable.

"50 days, huh? So it had another error..."

That night, Beel has a nightmare. He dreams of watching his timer decrease to zero without ever meeting his soulmate. When he wakes up, he checks his timer to make sure that it has stayed the same. Sure enough, it hasn't. A cold sweat runs down Beel's neck as he stares at the words "5 days" written on his timer.

The following day, Beel pulls Belphie aside to tell him about his situation.

"Beel, I don't think there's anything we can do about it."

"But there has to be."

"Maybe we should leave it as is. We don't know who your soulmate is, we don't know what life they're living and what they're going through. Maybe it's for the best."

"That can't be possible, no one deserves to die."

"I'm sorry, Beel."

Belphie wraps his arms around Beel, pulling him into a tight hug. Beel returns it with less meaning than he used to.

Beel is sitting on his bed looking at the collection of pictures he has of Y/N. There's all sorts of pictures, some they took together, some he took of them, others taken by other people entirely. He glances over at Belphie who is peacefully sleeping in his bed. Beel closes his eyes and thinks of Y/N.

"Y/N... I hope you're not my soulmate. I really hope you're not my soulmate. I'd much rather have you not love me than you dying without me being able to save you. I would give up everything to help you but, I can't. I just can't," Beel thinks to himself. He checks his timer. "5 days". He sighs in relief that it hadn't had another error. He'll be able to make it through the night without worrying too much. He lets his tiredness consume him and falls asleep.

Beel finds himself in a field of dandelions, the yellow kind that he plucks out of the garden. Every 5 meters or so, he comes across a small group of puffballs. Ahead of him is the sunset. The ombre of red to yellow in the sky fits the sea of dandelions he is amongst. But he is not alone. Not too far away from him is Y/N. He runs up to them and pulls them into his arms, however, he his holding nothing. He pulls out of the embrace to find that Y/N is transparent. Beel knows what's going on. He knows exactly what's going on.

"I've always loved you, Beelzebub. But I can't always be at your side. Promise we'll meet again soon?"

Beel wakes up and immediately checks his timer. A single tear falls from his left eye as he watches the numbers on his timer decrease.

00:00:05

00:00:04

00:00:03

00:00:02

00:00:01

00:00:00

"Beelzebub, we all understand how you feel. But please, don't try turning back time. Things happen for a reason," Lucifer says, closing and taking the spell book in Beel's hands, whose eyes are glassy from crying.

"I can ask Barbatos then?" Beel asks.

"No you can't, Beel. You can't change anything," Satan says, his eyes glued to the floor.

"Beel, if it's not too personal for you, can I see your timer?" Levi asks gently.

Beel displays his timer.

"That's... weird," Asmo comments.

"In what way?" Belphie asks.

"Well, usually when someone's timer runs out, it disappears. Beel's is just stuck at 00:00:00. I think that's strange," Asmo explains.

"Huh... So they could still be alive?" Mammon asks.

"No, not alive. Just not fully dead," Satan replies.

"How about I go to the Human World?" Beel speaks up.

The room fills with silence as each brother thinks of an excuse to not let him go.

"Go," Lucifer finally says.

"Really?" Beel asks, the shine returning to his eyes.

"Yes, go. Go look for them," Lucifer says, pulling his big little brother into his embrace.

Later that day, in the Human World, Beel stumbles across a graveyard. He walks around in hopes of finding Y/N. Sure enough, their grave is there. Beel bends down to pay his respects but notices a particular type of flower growing next to it.

"Dandelions, huh? And the small yellow kind. Your skin and bones turned into something beautiful, Y/N."

Beel hangs his head low as he holds back tears.

Beel finds himself in the same dandelion field as the night before, the sun still setting and Y/N smiling at him. He approaches them slowly, his heart aching with each step.

"Say hello to Lilith for me, Y/N," Beel says to you, smiling.

"I will Beel, for you I'd bleed myself dry," you reply.

Beel's timer disappears.

You fade away.

~ Fin

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a/n: uhhh, so I just wanna clear some stuff up-

1. Dandelions can be found growing by graveyards since it's a weed (lol) and when a person's body disintegrates underground, it grows into some form of plant, thus "your skin and bones turn into something beautiful".

2. When the first tear falls from the left eye when you're crying of sadness, it is out of pure sadness. If it falls out of the right eye first when crying of happiness, it's out of pure happiness.

Okay bye-

(btw this was my first fanfic so forgive the cringe TvT 👍)

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

Helloo!! I'm the anon that told u abt my reaction to the WS mv. I'm sorry this took so long sksksk I'm currently composing this on my notes because it's quite long-ish. So sit tight!!

Before, I was also a louie larrie. But I've been a louie since the very beginning (he's the reason I started stanning 1d) and then turned into a larrie. When I was still new to the the concept of louis and harry possibly being together, people were very very welcoming. And I really liked that. They made me feel 'welcomed'. But then, it became apparent to me the longer I'm in that part of the fandom that there's limitations. Limitations in terms of expressing your own opinions on certain things. Specifically negative opinions about harry.

I once tweeted about why larries don't have the same energy in hyping Louis up than they do with harry. (keep in mind that I was still a larrie at this point) and to my surprise (was I really surprised?), they attacked me. Spammed my messages just to insult me. But one thing stood out to me, it was that they kept calling me a "rad". At that time I actually didn't know what they meant by that. I only had twitter and the term "rad" wasn't frequently used there. So I asked around what it meant and they told me that "rads" are the ones who victimizes louis and blames it all on harry. So my first impression on "rads" are not great. I told them "how could someone actually believe that?". They told me that there's a lot more "rads" here on tumblr. So what did I do? I made my very first tumblr account!!! (thank god for that)

Of course, I followed all the 'big' larrie accounts here on tumblr. I'm sure you're aware of them. Unlike larries on twitter, even big ones, they're very very vocal here. And not even like a day of being on tumblr, I've already seen them use the term "rads". Fun fact! I actually started doubting harry's genuineness (is that a word?) when I came here. And it's because of larries no less.

When I tell u that larries doesn't hype louis up the same way they do to harry, it became very apparent here. Maybe it's because of the people that I follow (which doesn't make sense at that time because I follow mostly big larrie accs) I've seen them reply to asks that said "have u seen the new pic of louis today?" with a "he looks tired,, someone probably tired him out ;)" while also replying to asks that says "Harry was apparently seen at this location" with "Does he still have his mustache?? Did he cut his hair??? WHAT WAS HE WEARING??"

and I didn't get it.. because if they apparently support two people equally, why does it seem that they only bring up the other when it's convenient for them?? That's when coincidentally around the same time I've seen this thread on twitter about the things harry has done in the past which were.. not great. And it was so bizarre to me because why haven't I seen people talk about this before?? Of course I was very sceptical with the things mentioned. I was like "there's no way harry did that" and defended him like all the others. But then I thought of the reason why I was so willing to defend him in the first place. It's not because I'm a fan of him. No, because I would actually do my own research first to validate if what they're telling me are in fact true. And that's when I realized that I've been brainwashed into thinking that harry is this person who can do no wrong. Someone who continously spreads kindness wherever he goes that we forgot that he's human. He makes mistakes and the thing is, he hasn't been owning up to those mistakes because everyone just forgets about them. Just because he's Harry Styles.

I stopped being a larrie because I can't say that I support two people the same way when I just.. don't. But i still support all the boys, even harry. I had this hope that he's changed somehow. That's why I still get excited with any new content from him before but when I watched that mv... it honestly felt like a prank. When the screen turned black I was waiting for the real mv to start because you mean to tell me, harry participated in doing that concept? And everyone was hyping it up as well. But why??? It didn't sit well with me.

But what actually made me start to really dislike Harry was when he posted that link for George Floyd. As someone who experiences racial discrimination for almost my entire life, that disturbed me. It just screams performative activism to me. And this was not too long after the WS mv release so I'm still not over that one. AND THEN,, the final nail in the coffin was when one of the big larries (not gonna mention her name but I know u know her) replied to an ask about what if Louis went to Google Camp like harry (which he has attached to before) with something along the lines of unstanning immediately just like they would if harry attended one more time. And I was like???? Why is there a double standard?? H can have free passes while if lou did it for the first time you're like "bye ✌️" and that's where all my pent up frustration came bubbling out. All the things that Harry has done which made me pause and think "wait a minute..", they all came to mind. I was so brain washed into thinking that harry can do no wrong. And to think that I have defended his actions time and time again. I hated him for that.

I actually followed you, @tomlinsno and other louies with the same opinions as yourself by accident sksks (I saw ur profiles on the suggested blogs to follow). When I saw your opinions on stuff it actually amazed me how well spoken you are. And how all the things you're saying is backed up with facts and it actually makes sense. And I thought, is this what being a "rad" meant? To actually base theories from facts and voice out our opinions on things that doesn't sit right with us? To call out people for their bs?? Well then I'd gladly be called one any day. Because let me tell you, larries LOVE using big words to convince other people that whatever they're saying is true. It doesn't even makes sense most of the time but people eat that shiz up just because the post is long, full of fancy words and came from "big" larry accounts. I actually had to read an analysis three times just to make it make sense because ??? and the fact that it has hundreds of notes? Seems sus.

Anywayy I'm rambling but yeah that's the gist of it sksks I don't know if I explained it well, English is not my first language but hopefully you understand!! - R

Hello!

Thanks so much for coming back and I’m so glad you did. What serendipity for you to follow Louies!

There has been a transformation in the fandom in the last three months. I can’t put my finger on it, but all of a sudden, really great, fun Louie blogs popped up. There were cool Louie fan projects to engage with. Friends made amazing content. There seemed to be more organization and discussion, intelligent posts, lots of discussion about music. It’s becoming fun to be a Louie again, despite our missing Louis most of the time.

I used to see Harry content all the time, and not much Louis content, but now things are improving.

I get very angry at the double standard that Larries set for Louis and Harry. Whenever we see outright abuse and sabotage for Louis, it’s always, “I’m here to have fun,” “bad things are happening in the world,” “you have tunnel vision,” “criticizing Harry is hate.” Like you, I was so tired of being gaslit by Larries’ pseudo-intellectualism and hypocrisy.

Your English is perfect. Have a good day/ night.

[diary-iguess]

wahppn

J: nothing bad it was just really hot and i changed clothes twice

wake up 7 o clock for my interview, eat one piece a bread and some orange juice

ace di interview

dem tell me fi fill out the application twice

some yout try sell me a jelly candy

it cant open, but eventually does

Monique forwards

i meet her friend in the painting studio and we go get a box lunch

i sit down and eat the food

im sweating my life away

R: pepper?

J: before meeting the hustling yout, i left my portfolio in the hr office so mi did have to go back for it

no it's just hot af inna kingston

and i was wearing a long sleeve shirt

Paige seh him nah fwd fi di shoot

Thevrtistisjvmvicvn is sitting next to me, but i'm talking more than he

me a wonda how he can go school in full business attire and not become a puddle of sweat

Yanah appears and asks if she can have something nutritious

on campus

like a shake

Juice immediately says no dawg

Juice is working on a mythological drawing, but the paper he's using is trash and i tell him so

he says something about how it will still sharpen his skills and i said he needs watercolor paper if he's going to mix it with watercolor

is my story interesting?

i'm interested in telling a good story

R: I'm more interested in your friend's names

J: thevrtistisjvmvicvn said he wants to be a curator, but hasn't curated any shows yet

i tell him do that shit

lmao

R: Thevrtistisjvmvicvn, Yanah, Monique and Juice

I actually fucking love Juice

Now i know there are places I can't say that out loud

J: i ask my father if he can pick me up because Paige nah forward

he replies hmm

lmao have you seen the film?

my phone is dying and i have no credit because the tuck shop only selling $500 credit today

*back to the story*

i'm telling you this from my laptop

R: What parent says "hmmm"? was this a text?

J: yes

i knowwww

like

can't even K me

wtf

my shoes too big for me, so i stand on them instead of wearing them for a bit

Juice is playing music on his phone and one of the songs is from frank ocean's second project that he released the same time as blonde

my mind is blown

R: That must be some song

J: Yanah returns from the tuck shop with water still disappointed that there is no health food available

more mindblowing that he released two projects at once

i tell theartistisja that i like doing projects with many layers of meaning and process

i talk about my ananse storybook thesis and how i want everyone to know ananse is a deity and amina blackwood meeks taught me that

i say something like "yea, she's rad"

i talk about how the first time i met easton lee, i believed someone when they joked that he was 100 years old

and hoped that he didnt remember when i asked him if it was true

im dying laughing rn

my cousin invites me to sit and do work together at starbucks later

my father sends me a message "M is here, please call her through K-dollasign"

R: googled Easton Lee

J: lmao what did you find? he and my grandmother are friends

they're both legendary chinese-jamaicans

R: I can see he's definitely chinese-jamaican

J: yes and so is my grandma lol

R: author, poet

not bad

1931

J: but no doubt their swagger is enwrapped in their proximity to afro-jamaicanness

wow he's 87 this year

or 86?

M is my grandmother

i message K-dollasign

"i heard grandma M is here"

he replies "makes sense"

but intonates that he was not previously informed

i try to decode my father's message and K-dollasigns response

"makes sense"

he must be referring to Shutterbug's wedding

the same one i wasn't sure i was invited to

R: LOL

wow

are you going?

J: wait nuh man

R: lol

J: okay so i reach home, turn on my laptop

charge my phone

i frantically whatsapp my relatives

fb message uncle Macbook to get in touch w grandma

i try to search the internet for clues as to when this wedding will be

my sister says i should just ask Shutterbug if i can come

so i do that

uncle Macbook replies me with a different number to call, i call, get grandma

she says "no, no, no, you can't come to the wedding, the guests have already been counted and there's too many"

my heart sinks

i say, okay, well i can still see you today?

my cousin Carlton who wants to go to starbucks has arrived at my house

R: woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

J: i try to devise a plan with Carlton and grandma and my dad all talking at once to pick grandma up and she says something about not wanting to be stranded and i say we would never let that happen to her

the phone isn't working very well and at some point my father has the phone

i return to my whatsapp messages on the laptop and Shutterbug has replied!

"hey, we were overcapacity a few months ago, but there's some space now. if you can make it on sunday, please come"

i tell grandma what she said

"okay, but how are you getting there? and where are you going to stay?"

i had not thought of this second part

the wedding is in mobay

R: MUFUFUFUFU

on a beach

duh

just sleep on the beach and get dressed in someones room in the morrow

J: i quickly say "aunty Rose's"

and she has already said she's very busy today and the plan to see me nah work out

"see you in mobay then!"

okay bye grandma, i love you!

"i love you too sweetheart"

now i have to whatsapp aunty Rose and see if she will shelter me

and K-dollasign to see if i can drive with him

R: funny at points but not a bad day

J: Carlton still deh yah a try reach liguanea fi get some food

the story did not get resolved yet

lol

it wasnt a bad day just long af

R: wait what

J: let me try summarize

R: Well I mean, between Yanah's Healthy snack Crisis and the Wedding Snafu, I thought the day was sealed with you tryna get aunty Rose

J: I was also supposed to meet Pearl at starbucks for 3pm

when Carlton and i pull up to starbucks, Rose a walk up deh too

synchronicity

R: 'the hell? Starbucks is a spot now?

J: that's the culture of the company

im like baffled as to both my grandmother and father asking me if starbucks is an appropriate place to link and do work together

that's how they've been selling the place for at least the last ten years

i order a tall strawberry and cream frappe w coconut milk and Carlton is very excited to get a pumpkin spice frappe, no latte because he doesn't want to burn his tongue

yesterday Pearl showed me a video she edited featuring this black guy with ginger hair, Souffrant

Souffrant appears before us in starbucks and sits at our table

i'm supposed to edit my own video with Pearl's color correction advice, but i'm still trying to figure out my travel situation

before we went to starbucks, we walked to tastees and my mom replied to my frantic messages about grandma and the wedding with "ur not paying attention to what i tell u"

there's like a whole thing where i'm trying to get my cousin Jazz's number to ask if i can go from kingston to mobay with him because K-dollasign is unavailable.

aunty Rose says of course i can stay with her and of course she has Jazz's number

resolve dat, so mi have a place to stay and a drive

there are several unrelated phone calls that need to be made but mi still nah no credit, so i borrow Souffrant's phone

then the next chapter is me, Carlton, and Pearl trying to walk to sov after i finally finish editing my video.

i take some really dope shots of the sunset

pause for incoming illustration

R: i mean

sure

make hay

all of the birds with 1 stone

J: -picture of sov-

R: this is sov

dark

but its sov

J: it's the golden sunset reflecting off the walls

then we all go to kfc and then i try look for some shoes to wear to the wedding, but then mi nuh even know if it's really a beach ting, but never fear, my likkle sister is here to whatsapp me the link to the wedding info website the couple set up!

it's a garden brunch affair ting

so we think to go to lee's instead of payless and when we reach back in fronta payless di people dem close

so now i will go to the thrift store tmrw to cop a whole new fit from the dress to the shoes.

when i reach home my father is going to the airport and grandma (dad's mom, not the one i was tryna see earlier) asks me to come with them which i would have done anyway.

driving back from the airport, grandma's bajan soca music continues to play in the car, but it seems louder now without dad's voice. i try to talk to grandma about herself. i ask about high school. she says, "do you expect me to remember 50 years ago"

i'm like yes of course

she said

"well

i was head girl"

of course! i say

and she was also in charge of sports such as running

the drive back home is very slow because grandma cant really see in the dark

when we finally reach home and i lay inna mi bed, mi wonda why mi so tiyad

and now i know why

thanks for tuning in, this has been an appreciation for the life we live, by Jeana like jeans pants

totes forgot the best part where K-dollasign pulled up on Carlton and me in traffic when we walked back to the plaza to get to the car

then another man pulled up on us and Carlton cuss me jokingly bout how i know everyone and we probably see someone else weh mi know

#fabulous

R: like bloodcleet jeans pants

yea, cause clearly you're a superstar

beer people, links and visits

J: