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[theredcuyo]

I want a fanfic where like, Akechi's palace puts him as a "princess in a tower to be rescued" on the meaning of how deep down he wanted help, to be saved from Shido's control and how he had hoped the one to save him will be Akira since you know, he kinda loves him, and also, like, everything about them-

So he's trapped in a tower in the highest room, with only a tiny window, a trap door, and a bed

And his shadow(s) tells him to just wait 'till prince charming comes for him

But in truly Akechi fashion he's like "F*ck no, as if i'm gonna wait" and tries to rescue himself just that his shadow(s) is(are) not gonna have it and keep(s) ruining every plan he comes up with while also dealing with the phantom thieves because even tho he wanted to be rescued he's not gonna admit it so they have to fight their way trhu the palace anyway

Also, Akira's outfit is changed to a more "prince charming" one

[occasionallycjshipping]

“{Breathe, Heart.}” Soul whispers into the sensitive skin of Heart’s throat, the line of it bared to him, the possibility of taking it in teeth, rending the muscle, painting the skin purple, all so utterly obvious. Heart shivers, twitches, whatever term Soul can use for it- Soul presses his lips against the bottom of his neck and feels his pulse flutter and speed up, like a desperate bird’s wings. Like his wings.

Soul kisses up Heart’s neck, allowing himself to stain the pure thing, taste its sweat, bruise it up, and then nestles into the crook of it and Heart’s jaw. He breaks from Heart, raises his voice: “{Breathe.}” There’s an edge to it, telling Heart to follow, and it doesn’t matter why. It shouldn’t. Soul knows, here and now at the very least, Heart will do what he asks without any questions, and it leaves him with a satisfied grin and a kind of pleased thrill up his chest. {How far does it go? Well, that’s a question for another day, maybe never realistically, yet it’s one he wants to answer, needs to the same way he needs the fragile line of Heart’s neck in his fingers, in his hands, like a toy reserved for him only, a claim which Soul’s lipstick and his bruises corroborate in turns.}

Heart drags in a shuddering, deep breath that hitches.

“{There you are. That wasn’t so bad, right?}”

Heart shakes his head. It’s always something whenever Soul drives him to silence.

Soul has Heart completely at his disposal - what does he want to do?

For now - he will make chances like this later, hopefully - he grips the base of Heart’s wing, leans down, and bites. Not the most thought out thing, exactly - there is no thought of desecration, only divinity coming apart in his mouth, and unsurprisingly, it tastes like feathers. Until he yanks the flesh of it into his mouth, gagging a bit as the feathers hit the back of his throat but he digs his teeth into Heart’s flesh and hot blood runs down his throat and there’s his heartbeat, thrumming awfully fast. This all must be a pain for him, judging by the senseless squirm and shake of his wing, not that Soul cares. Soul is busy, drunk on consumption. Fulfilment. There is a clawing emptiness inside him where in humans a heart literal would lie, and in this moment, it is, finally, satisfied.

He cuts out and chews up a part of Heart’s flesh. It’s not about the taste, really, not about the iron almost bitter that spills into the hollow between his gums and cheek, it’s about chewing, the fullness, the harsh pulse, the softness of the feathers, the warmth that almost burns. And this is not cutting Heart open, but it is close, it is close, the workings of Heart’s divinity all there, and he can stick his tongue into the source of the blood and widen the wound and get salt, almost like tears. His tongue does not rival the dexterity of fingers, but somehow Soul doesn’t care. It’s almost animalistic - all of this is, as his teeth bloody, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care. He opens up the flesh, carves pieces off, swallows, devours, ruins.

Slowly, as if waking up, he becomes aware of a pained whine.

Soul blinks, tears another chunk out of Heart’s flesh, swallows down feathers, imbibes divinity. He listens.

On a thought, he drinks Heart in, and leaves his wing mauled - damaged and hanging limply from his side, he looks like a true angel.

[saturnns-star]

Someones (elegant, might i say) outfit made me have a slight bisexual panic.

I am just absolutely down bad jesus fucking christ 😭

I am so sorry for the person I randomly walked up to and said “i like ur outfit! :)” 😭😭😭😭😭

Thankfully this wasn’t irl so it wasn’t as embarrassing 😇

[windwenn]

‘You were my new dream’ or however the fuck that scene went

[sillyguy-supreme]

white americans when you tell them that the idea of climate change as an impending disaster is a reductive first world perspective because it’s a tangible reality for many in the global south already:

[trashy-greyjoy]

really love dynamics that are like 'it honestly doesn't matter if you view them as romantic or platonic, the point is that they love each other. the type of love is inconsequential, all that matters is that it's there'. gotta be one of my favorite genders.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Penelope's final gambit, you will always be famous, no matter the subtext.

[jabberwick]

Human Bill Cipher

(Based on Alex Hirsch's "canon" design)

And just to be clear, writing dissertations at me justifying why he should instead be a conventionally attractive twink will involuntarily cause me to draw him with even fewer teeth.

[zillychu]

everyone sh. shutd up im cooking smthn

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[atalana]

but seriously i do find it so funny that ford was like OH GOD MY PRECIOUS REPUTATION after bill possessed him around other people for all of one night

and then he gets back to this dimension after thirty years and this is now the photo the press associates with his name

[cozystars]

!!! BUILT LIKE BILBO BAGGINS !!!

[bisclavaret]

a day late to my 6 years on t anniversary ✨🏳️‍⚧️ a short comic about looking back

[krysmcscience]

I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.

Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:

Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao

this is so stupid :D

Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.