#sugar and saviors

[its-ya-girl-phoeni]

Sugar And Saviors? (Pizza And Paragons: Sugary Spire edition)

If Link had landed in the SS universe instead, I think Pizzano would take him in as a partner-in-crime, and he'd be a goofy Lancer-type sidekick to him

Otherwise, if we're going full Swap AU, then Pizzelle just becomes Zelda's new mom, no questions asked

[ellsieee]

It doesn't look like Sugar Dog Life has been picked up for international release yet, but @konpeitosubs has picked it up.

Episode one is available on their website.

Update: Konpeitosubs seems to have stopped subbing the series. Oshiroen is also subbing it here.

This series reminds me a bit of Perfect Propose.

Where food is used as a medium for love.

[sugarsaviors]

the sugar saviors askblog yippe!!!

the story takes place in a sanctuary for sweets with 8 magical girls protecting it !! poppy, mari, daisy, lily, kikyo, bell, willow, and blossom !! they need to protect them from the outside world from creatures who wanna eat them or harm them!!

they're the only ones you can ask questions to (at the moment) and characters like the villains Might be introduced later on

thats the basic idea!! (things will be added to this post as time goes on like characters and stuff) more info • this blog isn't meant to be completely cute or innocent despite everything, the magical girls are not the best people and The Unspeakable Horrors will happen from time to time as well as violence • for the beginning i'll be answering normal asks and stuff but i do have cool ideas planned to make stories that you can directly impact thru asks if that makes sense • i will be attempting to animate the asks cause maybe i'll be able to piece them together into short videos or something!!

[dovewingkinnie]

one of the first animations i made to this guy and its of him being homophobic enjoy (this was made in like december i completely forgot it existed, hopefully i havent already posted it here yet)

[feymure]

Shoujo & Josei Anime to look forward to in 2023

With a new year comes a new post from Yours Truly! And this year, us fans are getting an actual year of shows to look forward to! Thank you all for your support that has brought these anime! Please continue to show the love this year and onwards!

Series coming in 2023

Movies coming in 2023

MAL(My Anime List) Links:

https://myanimelist.net/anime/52173/Koori_Zokusei_Danshi_to_Cool_na_Douryou_Joshi

https://myanimelist.net/anime/53126/Yamada-kun_to_Lv999_no_Koi_wo_Suru

https://myanimelist.net/anime/49980/Sugar_Apple_Fairy_Tale

https://myanimelist.net/anime/46422/Niehime_to_Kemono_no_Ou

https://myanimelist.net/anime/52308/Kanojo_ga_Koushaku-tei_ni_Itta_Riyuu

https://myanimelist.net/anime/50652/Tsundere_Akuyaku_Reijou_Liselotte_to_Jikkyou_no_Endou-kun_to_Kaisetsu_no_Kobayashi-san

https://myanimelist.net/anime/51215/Seijo_no_Maryoku_wa_Bannou_Desu_2nd_Season

https://myanimelist.net/anime/53438/Higeki_no_Genkyou_to_Naru_Saikyou_Gedou_Last_Boss_Joou_wa_Tami_no_Tame_ni_Tsukushimasu

https://myanimelist.net/anime/53300/Ojou_to_Banken-kun

https://myanimelist.net/anime/51956/Paradox_Live_the_Animation

https://myanimelist.net/anime/52962/Tearmoon_Teikoku_Monogatari__Dantoudai_kara_Hajimaru_Hime_no_Tensei_Gyakuten_Story

https://myanimelist.net/anime/51552/Watashi_no_Shiawase_na_Kekkon

https://myanimelist.net/anime/53097/Tokyo_Mew_Mew_New_%E2%99%A1_2nd_Season

https://myanimelist.net/anime/53716/Hirogaru_Sky_Precure

https://myanimelist.net/anime/51065/Sazanami_Soushi_ni_Junketsu_wo_Sasagu

https://myanimelist.net/anime/54850/Oooku

https://myanimelist.net/anime/44081/B-Project__NetsuretsuLove_Call

https://myanimelist.net/anime/54294/Dog_Signal

https://myanimelist.net/anime/48917/Stand_My_Heroes__Warmth_of_Memories

https://myanimelist.net/anime/52999/Ensemble_Stars_Tsuioku_Selection_Element

https://myanimelist.net/anime/54858/Hypnosis_Mic__Division_Rap_Battle_-_Rhyme_Anima__

https://myanimelist.net/anime/49842/Otome_Game_no_Hametsu_Flag_shika_Nai_Akuyaku_Reijou_ni_Tensei_shiteshimatta%E2%80%A6_Movie

https://myanimelist.net/anime/51716/Bishoujo_Senshi_Sailor_Moon_Cosmos_Movie

https://myanimelist.net/anime/39905/Collar_x_Malice

https://myanimelist.net/anime/54118/IDOLiSH7_Movie__LIVE_4bit_-_BEYOND_THE_PERiOD

https://myanimelist.net/anime/52186/Kin_no_Kuni_Mizu_no_Kuni

https://myanimelist.net/anime/52364/Hirano_to_Kagiura

https://myanimelist.net/anime/55153/Yuzuki-san_Chi_no_Yonkyoudai

[lauraagrace]

It's almost a new month which means it's time to share the "shoujosei calendar" of all the releases coming out this September!

Hope you see one of your favorites releasing a new volume or discover a new series! 🥹

Please note that all dates are subject to change and that almost all information (dates and covers) are directly taken from the publisher's website!

[mokacheer]

[censoredhysteria]

A EGG HHH these are two attacks i made on artfight but i just had to share them on here bc im literally so proud of these two

characters belong to @dovewingkinnie <33 love her ocs

[theintoccabile]

I’m so tired of shows that use something truly horrific as a mere backdrop

Like Sugar Apple Fairy Tale. The main character wants to become a master artisan. She overcomes many obstacles! There is also romance. Cool right. Oh yeah there is also slavery. Like basically every human she meets at the very least condones slavery. Like I couldn’t care less about her struggles to become a Silver Sugar Master, just team up with some fairies and help them stab people. but nah it’s just a backdrop and I’m supposed to buy at least some of those slave owners are decent people or something lmao okay bye

Now I’ve started watching The Most Heritical Last Boss Queen, another reincarnated as the villainess show which is a trope I’m a sucker for. Original villainess was ridiculously evil. Wild. Anyway protagonist’s kindly father literally kidnaps/forcibly buys a kid to become a member of the royal family Puts him in chains so he can’t telport away until he signs a magical contract. And while this kid cries his eyes out that protagonist made it possible to get a letter form his mother, said kindly father stands in the background, smiling kindly. Dude this kid is having a literal breakdown here about a single letter from his mom you kidnapped him from?? And so far we just get the protagonist sympathizing with this kid and trying to help but not a single second of, “so yeah my dad is evil actually”

Like??? I do not get this stuff I just do not understand

[barbossas-wench]

Trying buyee for the first time and see how it goes

[sinnhelmingr]

im sick af so feel free to tell me to log off and go to bed but like. is it just me or is it only blogs with a specific aesthetic style that do these bullshit callouts.

[azureaeondragaeon]

Pizzelle: Woah! You're transgender?!

Oot Zelda: Yep.

Pizzelle: *beat* Cool!

Oot!Zelda, @ Pizzelle: WHAT... your trans gener ......... that is so cool.....

[sugarsaviors]

Who's the oldest/Who's protected the sanctuary the longest?

[igarbagecannoteven]

15 & 85?

hiya meghna!! happy wrapped!! hope you're doing well 💙

15. Clean My Car by I The Victor

ohhhhh my gosh i love this song!!!!!! SO underrated and a song i definitely need to get around to transcribing on genius bc it deserves it!! it's a song that just feels very megs-core and is also v v catchy and good and i highly recommend it!

85. Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard

listen. sometimes, on all levels except physical, i am simply a dad with no children. and that does not go unreflected in my music taste lol. fun megs fact this was my favorite song in, like, junior year of high school (bc i was built different obvs) even when i was also obsessed with musicals at the time lol

[blkkizzat]

HILLS HAVE EYES, THE HILLS HAVE EYES, WHO ARE YOU TO JUDGE?

THE HILLS HAVE EYES CHOSO X READER

a/n: part 1 teaser. cw: mentions of cannibalism, blood, murder. kidnapping. ptsd. slightly yan choso. more warnings in later parts. eventual smut. wc: 918 (fyi, no taglist <1k) kinktober m.list

The Hills Have Eyes Choso who first sees you through his binoculars as you are running for your life across a dusty open field.

Eso and Kechizu were leisurely chasing you, hooping and hollering taunts. Little did you know you weren't running towards the road but deeper in the desert towards the caves and their encampment at the old abandoned military base.

While Choso wasn't one to usually deny Eso and Kechizu their fun, they weren't the best trackers and would surely lose you or worse if you ran into the caves. With a sigh, Choso agiley descends from his perched outlook post to cut you off before you can reach the cavern opening.

You were a good distance ahead of him but this is his land, he knows it well, and still manages to cut you off right as you reach the entrance.

Choso's big looming figure stands in your path.

"Oh thank god!" Yet instead of terror in your eyes, Choso is taken aback as you look to him like your savior. Upon seeing him and his seemingly normal features you practically throw yourself into his arms, so happy to run into someone who was not a mutant.

Utterly touch-starved, this kind of embrace from a pretty girl was something extremely new for Choso.

Your small arms are littered with scrapes and oozing cuts that look far too painful for you to be desperately clinging to him to the degree you are. Fully pressed against him, the intense heat radiating off your body amplifies that of the scorching desert and for a few moments Choso feels dizzy as you sob harder into him.

You're babbling, words nearly nonsensical as they spill out of you:

About your tour bus getting lost in this desert two days ago, how the spiked wire placed in the middle of the road shredded the tires, and finally how mutants attacked your bus.

They'd ruthlessly killed the driver and scattered your friends across the desert leading you here to find him now.

Choso says nothing.

What can he say?

You'd find out sooner than later you were the only one remaining from that tour bus still alive. Instinctively comforting you despite your impending doom, Choso drapes his arms around you bringing you into his embrace. His hands, stained with the dried blood of all your friends, weaves into your hair and grips your soft waist.

Grasping your strands between his dirted fingers, Choso can't resist inhaling deeply.

You smell nice.

Of vanilla and sugar, simple flavors he had forgotten about until the scent of you stirred the comforting reminder.

The smell of his home.

The smell of his mother.

Her face flashed before his eyes and he pushed away the terrible memory he thought he'd buried deep enough it wouldn't resurface again.

But now Choso finds himself clinging to you just as desperately.

The child in him from all those years ago empathizing with the fragile lil desert dove that had flown so broken into his arms. An intense need he didn't fully understand surging through his body.

He'd protect you.

He'd be your salvation.

Unfortunately for you, it wouldn't be the rescue you wanted and Choso wasn't the hero he appeared to be.

Too distraught and broken—you don't notice this. Nor do you notice flesh caked to the machete at his hips or even question what a man looking like he'd been in the desert longer than you was doing out here—still alive.

None of the pieces fit but you are too grateful to question anything. Until you hear a twisted voice cut through your sobs and ring in your ears.

The chilling words leave you paralyzed. "Ha! Brother Choso! Ya caught 'er for us!"

Kechizu cheers.

Your eyes are now bulging out of your skull and by the time you attempt to push away from the man, you finally realize his hold isn't one of comfort but containment.

To your horror Choso whips you around, both his arms now wrapped around your midsection as the mutants who were chasing your—who you now know to be his brothers approaches you.

"She looks so tasty too! She'll cook up nice. All that runnin' n' cryin' making her nice and tender, I bet."

Eso quips, licking his lips at you.

You felt queasy, the overwhelming nausea that accompanies your despair making you retch. It's only the dehydration from being hunted in the desert for the past two days that keeps the bile in your stomach from rising to your throat when you realized the intentions of these mutants.

They were cannibals.

Not only were you going to die.

You were going to be eaten.

"Now, now...Eso, Kechizu—stand down, you two."

Choso's words are cheery yet chiding words of a kind older brother, which prompts the collective child-like groans from his two very grown mutant brothers—brothers who look nothing like their far more handsome, normal looking brother.

"We're going to keep her."

Choso now only holds you with one arm, yet it might as well be a muscular iron band welded across your waist. No amount of your squirming can make him budge an inch.

His free hand comes around to press the flat edge of his well-used machete against your exposed navel—instantly stopping your escape attempts lest the weapon cut into your flesh.

Choso's gruff heady voice puffs into your ear causing a chill of terror to quake down your spine as your sobs are renewed. "You'll be good for us, right ma?"

©blkkizzat 2024. do not steal works or gfx, do not translate.

a/n: needed to post something for Oct 1st and I'm PST so I still made it!! lol. note, i will continue this but not until the other kinktober stories are completed. this was just brainrot. fyi there will be elements of non con but no sa of reader. will be angsty and smutty mostly (choso with huge mommy kink). this story actually has a plot and depending on how long i wanna take it might be pretty long lol.

please reblog and comment. taglist if you have asked to be tagged in general kinktober or are on my general tag list (with dead dove checked) i will tag you in this for later parts. if not then comment below to be tagged.

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

Guardian Angel

CW: Stalking, people breaking into your apartment (Arkham Knight and others), people brushing off an obvious issue, and violence. Be warned, there are no angels in Gotham. ~2.2k words

You have a stalker. Probably. Maybe. If you do, they're so good at covering their tracks that you're starting to believe you're just paranoid.

But it's the odd events, the trinkets moved slightly out of place, that have you checking over your shoulder.

There wasn't even any evidence at first. Your day had been completely normal. All you were doing was cooking dinner, when your nerves went on end, and goosebumps rose on your skin. The feeling of being watched, of being prey set in.

It didn't make sense, didn't have a reason, but you closed your curtains and triple checked your locks nonetheless. (The bat you keep by your bed slept next to you that night)

You would have forgotten about the incident entirely if, a week later, the same feeling crept up your spine while you walked home. You'd never walked faster to get to your building. You'd practically sprinted up the stairs to your apartment, and slammed to the door behind you.

Even within your home, it took almost the whole night for the feeling to fade.

Two times could be a coincidence, but then things started getting stranger.

You could have sworn you left your keys on the counter the night before, so why, why did you find them on the coffee table?

It makes you uneasy, almost sick, but you're already late to work. So you do the only thing you can, you brush it off.

Until it happens. A thing you can't brush off.

You knew you had used the last of the sugar yesterday. Knew it because you had made a mental note to pick some up the next time you went to the store.

But there's sugar. It's not a lot. Just enough to get you through a few days. Enough to make you think you might have just missed the last of it.

You know you're right. You know you were out of sugar and even if your coworkers laugh and tell you to get more sleep, that having an angel that refills your sugar can't be that bad, you know someone's been in your apartment.

You set traps, set cameras, get your locks changed, take note of everything. You don't get any evidence.

But you notice that your window doesn't squeak anymore when you open it. Your shower doesn't rattle when you go to start it. Your oven actually heats up to the temperature you set it to.

It's been like this for months now. And you're starting to believe that Gotham does have its own set of angels that go around trying to make your life a little easier.

That is until, you meet him.

You'd been unlucky. Gotten grabbed and dragged into the alley by your apartment by some haggard looking man waving a gun. It wasn't the first time you'd been mugged in Gotham, and you doubted it would be the last.

You had reluctantly pulled your wallet and phone out of your pockets and handed them off when an armored-clad person dropped between the gun and you.

At first, it was a relief. Being saved by Batman or Nightwing is practically a rite of passage in Gotham.

But then you watched the would-be mugger hit the ground with a sickening crunch of his arm. Then you watched your savior turn to face you, and you knew it was him.

You didn't have an explanation, you didn't have proof. You'd never even seen a glimpse of the helmet that hid his face before. But you knew. He's the one that's been following you. He's the one that's been in your home.

No amount of good deeds can overshadow how violating it feels, to know he's been watching you, observing you, doing things for you. You instinctively step back.

He only matches the distance you tried to create with a step of his own.

"Who are you? What do you want," You snap, sounding braver than you feel.

He doesn't answer at first, just tilts his head like he's studying you. You think it might be because he's never seen you think close before.

"I saved you," he says instead, completely avoiding your question. You wonder if he's expecting to be treated like a hero, if he's looking for your praise. It makes your stomach churn.

"You've been following me. You're the one who's been in my apartment," You protest, eyes darting.

You half expect someone to come help you. With the way he's dressed, with how he's carrying himself, he has to be some kind of new villian you missed on the news.

He straightens out at your accusation, "Have I?"

You almost falter, almost do chalk it up to paranoia, but you just knew. Every fiber of your being knows, "Yes," You breathe out instead, "You have."

He nods slowly, then turns his back to you. A part of you wants to run, to try and escape and scream and get as far away from the man who feels like he could make you disappear without a trace.

He bends down and scoops up your phone and wallet before turning back to you. You freeze when he walks closer, each step steady and measured, then extends your belongings to you. Your hand shakes when you snatch at them.

You half expect him to yank them away, to make you beg, but he doesn't. He only keeps his grip tight on them, forcing you to be connected while you tug helpless at your things.

He watches you with his head slightly cocked before speaking again, "And if I have?"

He's easy, robotic cadence makes your blood grow cold, "Then you should stop," You retort, voice as cold as your veins.

"And if I won't," he prompts, finally releasing his hold on your things.

"I'll go to the police," You threaten, stuffing your wallet and phone back into your pockets.

"They can't help you," he warns. It makes you uneasy, that he makes no attempt to keep space between you. Even if his body language doesn't seem dangerous, everything else about him does.

"They can contact Batman," You try instead.

He laughs. It sounds humorless, empty, "He can't help you either."

You lose your nerve then, when he pats your cheek, and the guns holstered to his side seem to glint at you. "Get home," he tells you, and it makes you feel like you're some kind of pet.

And then he's gone, leaving you to an alley empty of anything, save for you and the mugger crumpled to the ground. All you can do is go home. Sleep doesn't come for you that night.

He's sloppy, now that he knows you know. You can tell it's on purpose.

Flashes of glowing blue outside your window, your things carelessly shifted about your apartment, the broken fan that hasn't worked since you moved in left on and spinning when you come home from work.

The only place he hasn't seemed to touch is your bedroom. You're not sure if it's because he's showing some slightest form of respect or if he's simply too good at hiding his tracks for you to notice.

Both options make you feel anxious, and you constantly comb over your things for proof of his presence.

You rack your brain over it, lose sleep over it, but you can't come up with one idea of who he is and why he's doing this.

There's nothing on him in the news, nothing on the internet, not even a whisper on the streets.

It feels like it's all one big, sick game to him when your favorite flowers start showing up at your door, when your gas tank fills itself.

When you tell your coworkers, in a near panic, about your rent being mysteriously paid, they tell you it's harmless, it's kind of sweet, really.

Shouldn't you just be grateful that someone's doing all that for you? Shouldn't you be thankful to have an angel looking out for you in this city?

But you know it's not harmless. You know he's capable of so much more. You know he's no angel.

The sound of the mugger's arm snapping still haunts you.

But you don't know what to do. You're stuck, on edge, and slowly coming to terms with having to live like this forever.

That is, until your bad luck seems to get even worse. You were in your pajamas, already half asleep as you're lounging on your couch, when your world gets thrown into chaos.

There's a click in your apartment door's lock, and you have the terrifying realization that tonight's the one night you'd forgotten to throw the deadbolt.

"I told ya I could get the keys to this floor. And barely anybody lives in this building afta what happen ta Murphy," the heavy Gotham accent fills your apartment and three men file into your living room like they own it.

They freeze when they see you, and you don't hesitate to sprint for your fire escape.

You've just managed to throw your window open when one of them grabs you around the middle and hauls you back, throwing you to the floor. Your head knocks against the ground, and everything spins.

You think you whimper as they start bickering. "You said no one would be here!"

"They weren't supposed ta be! It's all supposed ta be empty," one of them snaps back. It only makes your head pound and your vision swim.

You try to push yourself off the floor, but a boot lands at the center of your back and forces you back to the ground, "We have to kill them."

Murmurs of reluctance fill the room, and for a second, you think you'll get to live.

"They saw our faces," You hear the telltale sound of a gun clicking off its safety, "I'll do it."

You flinch with the shot sounds, but no more pain comes. The weight comes off your back, and a body collapses to the floor next to you.

You lift your head just enough to see a familiar blur of blue charge at the remaining two men.

It's not so much of a fight as it is an execution. It's a struggle to keep your eyes open, but anything you can't see you can hear.

There's no mercy in his actions, all wrath and fury, and you want to laugh because, in a way, he is your guardian angel. An avenging angel, pummeling the people who threatened you into something unrecognizable.

You're sure how long it lasts, how long you hear his fists connect to their flesh. But eventually, your apartment goes quiet. The sound of fabric shuffling reaches your ears, and calloused hands carefully help you move until you're sitting up.

Warm palms press to your face you realize he's taken his gloves off. You force your eyes to open, morbidly curious if he's removed his helmet, too. You're not sure why you're disappointed he hasn't.

"Saved me again," You mumble, words almost slurring.

"You're not safe here," he says softly, and his thumb runs over your cheek like he's trying to comfort you.

"They didn't think anyone lived here," You supply, but he apparently doesn't find that very reassuring.

"Let's get you out here," he says instead, and you blame it on your head injury for being impressed at how he doesn't show any signs of struggling when he picks you up and cradles you to his chest.

"Don't have anywhere to go," you say weakly, mentally trying to do the math on how much a safe hotel would cost at this time of night.

The moonlight seems to give his helmet an odd shine as you stare hazily at him. It almost looks like a halo.

"I have a place," he tells you, already carrying you out of your apartment window.

That snaps you out of your thoughts. It makes you frown, even in your dazed state, you know you don't want to go with him. That even with the trick of the light, he's no angel.

You start to squirm, "No– no, wait–"

"You need somewhere safe to recover," he says, and he doesn't seem to notice your fidgeting. Your heart leaps to your throat, at how securely he's holding you. With anyone else, it would have felt like a promise of protection.

"I don't trust you, you're not safe," You stumble out, head growing heavy with each step he takes from your apartment.

"No one's safe. But I don't have any plans on hurting you," he murmurs, seemingly more occupied with getting you to wherever he's planning to take you.

"But you could," You exhale out, and your voice sounds weak even to yourself.

That makes him pause, and his helmet tips as if he's focusing on you, "Maybe, but I wouldn't like it."

You want to argue more, demand he set you down. But your brain feels so foggy, and you're so tired and drained that your head just kind of finds itself on his shoulder.

"You can sleep," he says, and your eyes fall shut at how soft he sounds, "I'll keep watch."

You really do want to protest, but his shoulder is surprisingly comfortable. You can't help but think, as you drift off, that your angel might have fallen far lower than you can handle.