#my darling purse🙏

[bloodychurch]

Shout out to Second UK tour Purse and his bedazzled crotch

Why my weener like that ❤️❤️

[bloodychurch]

Happy birthday!!! Anyways. I really like the first one because what even is the context❓ And the "GET A LIFE" Volta poster will always be my favorite poster forever forever

it's my birthday today, rb with your favorite stex pictures! I'll start:

[mononijikayu]

us and them

genmei purses her lips into caged line, the cold winter air dancing against the cigarette smoke. gojo satoru looks at her, as though wondering what mysteries he has yet to know about her. as though he wonders, what truth he still wants out of her. about the us and the them. about the woman in the picture, about the woman wrapping her arms like a spider's web into the arms of zenin genmei.

GENRE: jujutsu high school (hidden inventory arc / premature death arc to the main plot);

WARNING/S: domesticity, fluff, angst, trauma, implied death, violence, romance, hurt/comfort, character death depiction of death, depictions of loss and depression, depiction of anxiety, mention of death, mention of grief, profanity, family drama;

NOTE: genmei is the oc's name but to make it a bit more, genmei is going to be referred to with she/her and her name!!! this is to hold cohesiveness in the main story as you as her/she in the story, will be genmei!!!

and with the side stories i'm adding, they will be written in a different format, as to be the stories that don't make the cut. they'll be written from you/your narrative as you will be genmei, our oc, as the reader!!!

i don't want to be the story to be exclusively focused on restricting readers!!! there's something for everyone in us and them — whether as part of the main story or as part of the long drabbles thst can be read as stand alone side stories i can't put in the main story!!!

either way, i hope everyone enjoys!!! 🥰🙏

masterlist

⸻ from u s and t h e m

[prologue] ─ monster like me. [chapter i] ─ present. [chapter ii] ─ 4 o' clock. [ chapter iii ] ─ family line.

⸻ life in between u s and t h e m

i. already gone. ii. i would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you. iii. the good life is just ahead of us. iv. go on caring for me.

v. beautiful boy (darling boy).

vi. i can't get enough of you in my hands. vii. slipping through my fingers. viii. all that i am, when i'm around you. ix. a life, a sparkle in your eyes/heaven coming through. x. if i am with you. xi. i blinked and suddenly, i had a valentine.

xii. what's your type?

xiii. dearest, darling, my universe. xiv. don't look back in anger. xv. marutsuke. xvi. i have love and dreams too. xvii. loml.

xviii. and love is a kaleidescope.

xix. honeymoon xx. araw - araw

[hippolotamus]

Hello my love my darling my AU partner in crime.

Can I pretty please request some words from the beloved Buddietommyshannon fic? I'll take any scenes you're willing to share 🙏

Hello dearest darling BESTie. You may request and receive. Please have Tommy panicking about the How and Shannon teasing the hell out of him (with so much love) 🫶💖

“Uh, help? With what exactly?” Right. That would be useful information wouldn’t it? Sometimes he forgets that other people aren’t privy to the spirals happening in his brain. He picks at a loose thread on his flannel overshirt, stalling for time. “I’ve been doing some thinking. About what’s going to happen. About you and Evan. I obviously know what I’m doing with Evan, but- I wanna- Fuck, why is this so hard to say?” “Oh, I get it,” Shannon sing songs, like the brat she can be. She sits back, one elbow resting on the top of the chair. “You-” Her voice dips absurdly low and sultry while she gives him over the top bedroom eyes and sweeps her free hand over her belly, “want to put a baby in this. Don’t you?”  He purses his lips, throwing her his best faux glare while trying not to burst out laughing. “I hate you so much.” “No you don’t. You loooove me,” she teases, barely containing the smirk showing through.  “Fine! I admit it. I, Thomas Kinard, want to help with the Shannon Diaz baby agenda. Sue me.” “So, what’s the problem?”  “Other than the fact that I don’t have sex with women?” He levels her with what she calls his ‘Bitchy Gay’ face, both eyebrows raised and head tilted in a way that ‘screams condescending’. “Did you need another reason or…?”

np tagging some others @slightlyobsessedwitheverything @theotherbuckley @steadfastsaturnsrings @swiftiefirefighters

[roalinda]

Entry for @prongsfoot-microfic

Yes, it is November and this for Sirius' Bday and the prompt is March's but we are going to pretend otherwise. 🙏

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March 23: Tea

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James pursed his lips. He stole a glance at his crystal watch and drummed his fingers on the table restlessly, putting yet another sugar cube in his tea distractedly, now nauseatingly sweet. It was a silent afternoon and the small cafè was not crowded, for which he was thankful. The last thing he needed was feeling awkward in front of a bunch of strangers as Sirius bolted, which he probably would. 

Cursing himself, he hid his face between his hands, strands of untidy black hair disastrously out of place. The more he thought about this plan, the less sense it made. What if Sirius found the whole deal weird? 

Unfortunately, it was too late to lament as a soft bell chime was heard and a handsome young man stepped in, catching everyone's attention like a walking magnet. He looked around and grinned upon finding James, waltzing straight to his table like some kind of graceful prince charming which should have been impossible considering the way he was dressed in leather and sin. He threw himself on the expensive love seat in front of James carelessly, his grin widening. 

"Hello, deer," he said, fascinating and surreal like always and James shuddered with anticipation, his anxiety slowly melting away by that pleasant baritone. 

"Hi, Si." 

"Am I right to assume you have asked me on a date?" Sirius' eyes were shining with mischief.

"Sorry love, but not today," James winked cheekily in response, smirking playfully. 

"Shame," Sirius teased.

"Indeed…" James replied softly.  "Then again, maybe it is a date. It's your birthday after all," he hummed. 

Sirius' eyes went wide and then softened. He had completely forgotten his own birthday but trust James to drag him out and remind him. 

"Oh, love…" he whispered affectionately and James smiled in amusement, knowing full well that his friend had forgotten his special day. 

"I have a present for you," James fiddled with a gift, decent in size and neatly wrapped with a ribbon. "I mean…you probably will find it strange…" he gulped and hid his sweaty palms under the table. 

"Don't be stupid, babe," smiled Sirius, distracted by opening the box like a giddy child, head spinning with joy. James always did things to him.

James gulped as Sirius opened the box. He could see the way mercury shone heavily in his friend's eyes and how colour drained from his handsome face. He prayed with all his heart that he hadn't messed up. 

"This…this is Mom and Dad's personal tea set..but you know it already…" James babbled with nervous laughter, biting his lips now and then. "Mom…Mom always told me that this will be their gift…from them to my future lover…to my choice…Sirius…you are my choice…you have been my choice for years…Mom and dad have passed away, so…" his voice faded slowly. 

Sirius blinked uncomprehendedly. He remembered summer days and winter nights in the Potter manor. He remembered tea and muffin times and warm laughter. He remembered the love in Effie's eyes and affection in Monty's words as they smiled at each other, sipping tea from their personal twin china cups, nothing but a masterpiece set, unique to the Potter family, a gift from soul mate to soul mate, crafted by strings of silent love and secret sorcery. 

He remembered asking Effie if the set was going to be James' one day. 'Not if he doesn't find true love. The set's magic will repel the holder unless the emotions are real.' And he had laughed bitterly, his chest painfully tight, because he knew he was not going to be loved like that by James. 

"James…" he whispered weakly. 

James remained silent, hazel doe eyes wide and terrified behind his glasses, trying to remain strong in case of rejection. 

"Do…do you understand what this means? You have just bestowed me with Potter bonding magic," Sirius murmured in awe.

"I did. Please have me, darling," whispered James breathlessly.

Sirius blinked at him, owlishly and sharp.

One beat.

Two beats.

Three beats. 

And then…

"Shall I romance you then, Mr.Potter?" 

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

If I could be so selfish— I’d also love an angsty thing with wolfram. Like maybe he and reader fell in love after everything in Germany and are TRYING to make it work, but cannot be together (wolfram has sieglinde, reader works for the earl) so their time together is extremely limited despite their best efforts. Torture me with this 😭💔 thank you 🙏

torture YOU? I tortured MYSELF with this!! p l s ;A;

A night off means a night at a ball, which usually means one of the few times you can take advantage of the fact that you have no duties. In turn, typically these are the nights you get to spend the most time with WOLFRAM.

God, you love him so much. The thought of getting to be with him even for a short while is what carries you through the drudgery of your days. As much as you’re honored getting to work for Ciel Phantomhive, and as much as you adore him, sometimes the days tend to blur together in a symphony of sameness.

And… you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want Wolfram with you more often. It’s just not easy; as precocious a child as she is, Sieglinde is still a child, and most of Wolfram’s time goes to her. Most of your time goes to serving your earl.

You love your life. You love your job, you love your friends, you love Sieglinde… sometimes you just wish things would be easier, that the stars would align ever more often for you and Wolfram to be together.

But strangely enough, when you look around the ballroom shortly after entering, you don’t see your beloved anywhere. Thankfully, Sieglinde is in a corner with her spider walker, excitedly chattering with Lizzie, so you ask her. She says that he went out into the foyer, “… and I think you should talk to him, (Name).”

Well, so you should.

When you make your way there, your darling is sitting at the bottom of the stairs with his head in his hand. You can definitely see why Sieglinde thought you should talk to him, if he looked similarly before leaving the ballroom.

Quietly, you walk over and take a seat next to him. “There you are,” you hum as you bump your shoulder against his. “You look very handsome tonight, my love. You don’t have a smile to match, though.”

“No.” He straightens up a bit and sets his hand on his knee, shaking his head. “My smile does not want to be a part of this outfit.”

You reach over to set your hand gently on top of his. “Oh, that’s not good. What’s wrong?”

Although he doesn’t move too much, the good news is… he doesn’t move too much. He isn’t shying away from you like he’s occasionally done in the past. “I’m sad.”

Oh. Maybe that’s not surprising. He hides so much, though, you’re glad that he feels comfortable enough with you to admit it bluntly.

“Why are you sad, sweetheart?”

The way he purses his lips, tightly, gives the impression of someone who’s trying not to cry. That surprises you, because you… you’re actually not sure you’ve ever seen Wolfram cry. He holds it together so well, even when other people would be breaking apart. Even when he probably should be breaking apart. It’s probably all that training, and that makes you angry for him.

It looks like he goes so far as to bite his lip to keep any tears from coming. He seems to be gathering up the courage to say something. Finally, his hand shifts beneath yours, and before long, he’s holding it as if he thinks you’re going to slip away if he doesn’t.

“I miss you, Liebling,” he murmurs. Then, his face turns pink and he looks away. “I can… tell you something secret? Embarrassing things?”

You think it’s likely only embarrassing to him, so you nod. “You can tell me anything, Wolfram.”

A small nod, like that’s what he expected your answer to be, before he says anything else. When he does, he sounds tired. “When we were starting… these things? Between us, I mean. I was very happy.”

You give his hand a squeeze. “I was, too. I still am.”

“I am…” He sighs. “When we were starting, I was thinking that… it would be different than it is now. The old life I had was over. This is my new one. Old Wolfram dies, better Wolfram gets to live. And I kept thinking… it was that thing from storybooks. Happily ever after.”

He looks back over at you again, and there’s a look of… shame on his face. As if he thinks it was stupid of him to believe in something like that. “The story never keeps going, after the prince and princess find each other. The book just is letting you make your own story, with everything being perfect and wonderful and no problems ever again. They stay together. Big castle. Children. Never sad ever again.”

His eyes drift closed. “But you and I, we’re apart most of days. And I’m sad, because I miss you. Gives me much shame, but… when we were starting… I thought we would be like the prince and princess. I would take care of Sieglinde, and you would have your job, and I… get to lie down in bed with you every night. I thought, finally, I would have… something good. Something more.”

After a long moment, he carefully tugs his hand out of your grasp. Both hands fidget, and he takes a deep breath. “Life gets in our way, over and over. I want you to be able to do things you want, and I love Sieglinde. She is my whole world.” A small, bittersweet smile settles on his lips, then he looks back toward you. “But you are also my whole world.”

“Oh, Wolfram. My love.” You lean in, and thank God, as soon as you put a hand on his cheek, he leans in for a kiss. Even when he’s sad about all of this, it’s not bad enough that he doesn’t want to be with you. “You’re my whole world, too. And so is my work.”

You give him another kiss. Your thumb runs lightly over his sideburns, and he strokes a hand through your hair. When the two of you part, he stays right where he is, warm breath against your lips. “… I thought I had a fairytale. That maybe sometimes they might be come true.” His voice is soft and sounds seconds away from breaking into pieces. “What will we do?”

Just hearing him ask that makes your heart melt. He’s simple, he knows how to follow orders, but… he’s hopelessly lost with anything complicated. He doesn’t have answers.

To be fair, neither do you. You don’t want to give up your work, and there’s no way you could even think of asking him to neglect Sieglinde. You love that little girl just as much as he does. This whole situation is so complex.

What are the two of you going to do?

“I don’t know.” It’s a confession that weighs on your heart and mind. You’ll have to think about it, and in the meantime… you have no idea how to comfort him or yourself, except to remind him that he’s not alone in the way he feels. “I miss you so much, too. The thought of getting to see you is the only thing carrying me through sometimes. Getting to be with you makes me feel like real life is a fairytale… but… I know it’s not.”

You gingerly put your arms around him, pulling him into an embrace. There’s nothing that immediately comes to mind as a solution, and maybe you don’t need one just this second. Maybe all you really need right now is to be together.

The two of you press into one another, music filtering in faintly from the ballroom.

“I love you,” Wolfram says quietly. And he holds you a little bit tighter. “So much. Du bist meine ein und alles.”

You hold him a little bit tighter, too. “I love you so much, too. You’re my one and only.”

His breath catches as if he’s about to start crying. “(Name), I’ve… I’ve waited my whole life for you, I think. I don’t want to let go.”

“So don’t.” You bury your face in his neck, and feel his face against the top of your head. Come hell or high water, you will make this work. You’re not letting go of him either. “You don’t have to. We’ll… figure something out. I promise. For now… w-we have the rest of the night.”

At least, as long as the two of you are together, there’s no way the night could go to waste.

You’ll just… have to think of something to keep that promise.

[novelizt]

IF IT WEREN'T ME ☁︎ KUROO TETSURŌ

GENRE ➺ fluff (even if the title is lowkey angsty), something special (but i ain't gonna spoil)

SYNOPSIS ➺ kuroo wakes you up at an ungodly hour to show you something shiny

WARNING ➺ swearing, misleading title (it is a fluff drabble, i swear)

AUTHOR'S NOTE ➺ i dunno what about kuroo makes me wanna curse all the time... but he is a blessing and i'd sell my soul for him anyway. i tried a new banner style so forgive me if it looks wonky- also highkey proud of this even if i can't articulate my thoughts into words properly so i hope you guys like it :p consider following me if you do pls 🙏

 “Kuroo Tetsuro, it’s 3 in the fucking morning — why are we even here?”

 “Trust me.” He said trying to pacify you. Motioning you over by waving his hands.

 He stood on a path of uneven rocks and you were less than competent to navigate on your own. Still, you were pissed at him for waking you up at an ungodly hour of night, wrapping you in his high school varsity, and dragging you out to the beach to here, then lead you further past the rocks to God knows where!

 “Baby, please.” He tried to coax, using the most precious tone he could muster. The little shit.

 That is exactly what you said. “You little shit.” Yet you found yourself taking his hands anyway. Grumbling to him every time you felt like you were going to slip on the rocks before he pulled you up again.

 He deliberately scared you a few times. Feigning to let you go before pulling you fast to him again, your nose brushing his and letting him take the opportunity to kiss you before continuing to navigate the rocky terrain and act like he wasn’t being a dipshit.

 A good few minutes of terrain-navigating was taking a toll on your patience. The moment your mouth open to detest and demand to turn around and head back to the resort, he spoke over you.

 “Here it is!”

 “What?”

 You looked up and stared at the rocks that leaned against the slope of a hill. It looked stable and planted in place by sand and dirt that cemented it in place, yet Kuroo was insistent on ducking under the little arch between the rocky figures and entering the crevice of rocks. Holding your hand the entire time. Rolling your chilling fingers between his palms to keep you warm.

 It was pitch black in the concave of the rocks, and you were tempted to just close your eyes and sleep, and let him bother with carrying you home but he’d pulled you into a bear hug. Kissing your temple and asking in the suavest voice he could muster, “Do you love me?”

 He already knew the answer. He’d heard you confess to him as if it was the first time all over again, but there was a reason he wanted to hear it now — and he prayed the Fates would be so kind as to make the stars align.

 “Of course, I do, dumbass.” You replied, taking on an abrasive tone despite the vulnerable truth you admitted to. “Love you then, love you now. You’re going to have to pass me off to Bokuto to get rid of me.”

 “I thought you were going to be tsundere sweet with me again, darling. Why him though?” He whined, brows furrowed and lips pursed. “Why not Akaashi?”

 “Are we bargaining who I’d go to if I wasn’t with you?”

 “I’m just saying. If it wasn’t going to be me, at least be with someone sensible and handsome like Akaashi. Bokuto’s a definite downgrade.”

 “Definitely not!” You said indignantly. “Have you seen his thighs?”

 “You make a good point, darling, but I beg to differ. Akaashi’s got good thighs and he probably looks hot in glasses. I’m just saying, sweetie — if you were ever to cheat on me, Akaashi’s the way to go.”

 “Kuroo Tetsuro — what the fuck?” You could only stare at him in disbelief, wondering if he was joking and playing along or speaking seriously.

 “You can ask Kenma, he’d agree with me.”

 “Tetsu, babe — no. I was joking. I’m going to marry your dumb ass.”

 “That’s good to know,” he grinned. “Now look up, bride-to-be.”

 And look up you did. Your eyes rounding as the walls of the cave lit up. The moon eclipsing the sizable opening at the pinnacle of the cave-like structure and casting blue across the stony surroundings. In the epicenter of the cave was a small tide of water that looked to be glowing under the effervescent lunar light. You could practically feel Kuroo’s smile against your temple. Your expression spelling out enchantment.

 You felt him shuffle and a small click before a box covered your view. Instead of watching the shine of the moon against water, you stared at the bright catch-light of the ring hugged in the box. You gasped. Before you could even ask, he spoke before you.

 “Now, about marrying me.”

 Even if the conversation started with “if it weren’t me”, ended with “but it is me.”

i wanna be the one to propose to kuroo ngl

➥ day twelve of the september prompt list ⨾ cave explorations ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

⌠ @novelizt 2021 ⌡

[aurora-australis-tumbles]

7 and 28 for the winter prompts, please, my darling 😍🙏

Anything for you, my dearest! 😘 This was definitely an interesting combination, too... I suspect you knew it would necessitate just a touch of angst*, didn't you? 😂

This is for 7 (hangover) and 28 (progress).

*just a touch, I'm still me after all. 😆

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Phryne considers herself an excellent navigator.

She has to be, really — an aviatrix who can’t navigate becomes an ex-aviatrix one way or another pretty damn fast.

Still, watching Jack stir a headache powder into his water as his uncharacteristically loose hair threatens to spill out over his forehead at any moment, she has to admit she really has no idea where they are going.

Right now, her ordinarily excellent navigational skills mean nothing. It feels frankly impossible to know if they are even making progress anymore and, if so, what it is exactly they are progressing towards.

Or if they are still moving forward together.

“Burning the midnight oil, Jack? Grappa will do that.”

“I'm sure I was up no later than you.”

“Oh, I was tucked up in bed at a very sensible hour.”

“If you're waiting for me to ask who with…”

Yes!, she wants to scream. Ask me who with! Ask me anything, anything at all to show we’re not completely out of step.

Ask me why it wasn’t you.

She doesn't, though, scream or demand an interrogation of any kind. Instead, she focuses on the case. That, at least, is showing some genuine progress.

Jack, however, still seems distracted.

Grappa will do that.

“So what did you say you were up to last night?” he asks.

“I didn't.”

“Then why are you asking me?”

Phryne wants to laugh.

Why? WHY? Because if you’ve traded nightcaps for gnocchi, Gianni, I at least deserve to know.

“No reason,” she says instead. “It’s called civilised conversation.”

Jack clears his throat and downs the rest of his hangover tonic in one. Phryne tries to focus once more on the account details in front of her, but it’s no use. She purses her lips and turns to him instead, well and truly frustrated now.

“Why did you come here this morning, Jack? You’re clearly ill.”

“I’m… wait what?”

He looks more confused than ever.

“Ill, Jack. Or, ‘still recuperating’ as my father would say. In any case, why did you come here?”

“I — you left a message that you had new information, and — ”

He’s having trouble keeping up, she can tell, but she doesn’t slow down. She’s Phryne Fisher, dammit, and she may not know where they’re going, but she’ll still get them there fast.

“Yes, but we could have discussed it on the telephone. I should have thought in your current state you'd rather be home.”

“Well aren’t I anyway?” Jack mutters, rubbing his clearly throbbing temple. “Really, Phryne, I stopped making the distinction a while ago.”

Oh.

The implications of what he’s just said hit them both at the same time.

She can see, looking in his still slightly blurry eyes, that he didn’t mean to make the confession. But he doesn’t walk back from it either. Because it is the truth.

He is home.

In vino veritas.

(Grappa will do that.)

Leaving Jack a modicum of privacy to process his personal breakthrough, Phryne turns back towards the account book, attempting to hide the smile she can’t quite seem to keep off her lips no matter how hard she tries.

“Quite right, too,” she agrees, because it is her truth as well, before suggesting they interview Pappa Antonio again.

It feels like the right direction to take.

And it seems they are getting somewhere after all.

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January Prompt List

[bloodychurch]

The fact that Purse, out of all possible characters, was one of the characters to get removed from the post-2018 versions is something that confuses me greatly.

BV's entire thing is that he does dirty deeds done expensive. The only moment I remember him being on stage and not talking about money (or committing crimes for it) was during One Rock N' Roll Too Many. He literally asks Elektra for TWENTY THOUSAND DOLLARS. Which was thirty thousand at first. Slick also being really into money. Control (he isn't a train but he's included) saying that Pearl cost him three weeks worth of pocket money. The Rockies tell Rusty to stop dreaming about "money and fame" (that might be just a German thing but they could have changed that), Dustin saying that freight is great because profit...

I just think that Purse would be essential, especially when money is a relevant and reoccurring topic. I am not one bit biased about this

Bring him back please

[bloodychurch]

Purse is hyperverbal btw. I know that because I'm Purse

[bloodychurch]

I think that, as a society, we should talk more about this video

[bloodychurch]

Feeding my son who was 37 minutes old at the time a healthy amount of alcohol

Reference under the cut

I just saw this and KNEW that I had to draw Purse and his beautiful son Killerwatt. But Purse is better than feeding his son vodka so he gave him wine instead

[bloodychurch]

Hello. Is this something

[bloodychurch]

Since it's international women's day —

Fem Purse. I gently and lovingly call her Penny. Actresses included are Kerry Stammers, Samantha Foker, Charlotte Avery and Ruthie Stephens. Love her

[bloodychurch]

Hello!!! Have a bunch of Starlight Express GIFs of no particular theme. My two favourites out of these are Carioca moving his hips with a lot of malemolência and Purse spinning!! Because Purse!!!!!

[bloodychurch]

Did y'all know that I really like Purse the Money Truck from the acclaimed musical Starlight Express