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hinamie · 1 month
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the same flame that burns you; birthed you first
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arataka-reigen · 7 months
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I think some of you should watch more stuff with female main characters and become obsessed with a real weirdo girl. I think that would fix you.
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tickletails · 8 months
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he's very tickle-able
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reineydraws · 5 months
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i just. wanted to draw them kissin'. so here's a modern au mistletoe thing. :') happy december!!! also i think shanks would look amazing in a cream-coloured cable-knit. 😌💞
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panncakes · 5 months
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stuck thinking about when day gets crowded and overwhelmed on his birthday he calls out to gee of all people there to remove him from the situation; and how when day tells her he wants to be alone she makes sure he knows she wants to understand him and he can talk to her (not to help him or to fix things for him; simply to understand him) and when day reaffirms a boundary she accepts this and doesn't press further. he's her friend and she cares for him but he's still an adult and she has no problem treating him as such and i think that at the moment she is the only one from day's past who is actively able to do so
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freuleinanna · 7 months
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Death Delight
Kiss Death with kindness in the end And when she parts, You part as friends
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...and when you meet her at the door, Love her. For every hour, her work Continues till her heart's all sore With endless grief, with nevermore, So share with her this final light And kiss my dear Death Delight with kindness...
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devildom-moss · 7 months
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Roses for You (6)
This had all started when you noticed a link between a book on the language of flowers you had borrowed from Satan’s room and the current lessons from your Seductive Speechcraft and Magical Potions classes.
In Seductive Speechcraft, you had just reached a section on the effectiveness of spells using non-verbal communication: enchanting glances, dance, and offerings. Meanwhile, in Magical Potions, the professor had been discussing the significance of using specific quantities when concocting potions; they had spent fifteen minutes just providing examples – including adding petals from two different flowers when using them for a love spell.
You couldn’t resist discussing the use of flower language – utilizing the type, color, and quantity of the flowers – to specify the magical intent of an offering as a form of seductive speechcraft. Asmo and Solomon listened intently. The same idea popped into both of their minds, and before you knew it, everyone was looking into color and number meanings, searching for the perfect combination to convey their feelings for you and try to put you under their spell. The only rule for their little competition to charm you? Only roses are allowed.
Will you be charmed by their attempts?
Six Roses - Beelzebub
Word Count: +600
I want to be yours
(a rare Nightbringer era-specific fic)
Your phone buzzed on the table between you and Solomon. You were having one of your study sessions at home. Solomon glanced at it – nosy as ever – and sighed. “One of your other suitors?”
“Oh hush.” You rolled your eyes and checked the notifications. Okay, so Solomon was right.
Beel: Are you home?
Beel: I’m near Cocytus Hall. Would you like to go on a date?
MC: Right now? I’m not really dressed for a date. I was just studying with Solomon.
Beel: Don’t worry about dressing up. We can have a casual date. I just want to eat with you. Besides, you always look good. Please?
MC: Okay. I’ll see you soon.
“Sooo,” you started, gathering your books and notes.
“You’re ditching me to get some dick, aren’t you?”
“Nooooo.” You pat Solomon’s cheek playfully. “But I am ditching you to get food with a cute demon.”
You had just enough time to put your books on your desk and check yourself in the mirror before the doorbell rang. That was quick. You rushed to the door, hollering at Solomon, “I got it.”
“No shit,” Solomon shouted back, “but I’ll tell my abandonment issues not to get the door.”
You rolled your eyes at him again.
When you opened the door, Beelzebub was standing on the steps with a small bouquet of bright red roses. He grinned, cheeks tinted with a faint blush, and thrust the roses towards you. “I knew you’d look cute.”
“I –” you were stunned, and heat rose in your cheeks. Six red roses were a bold declaration of passion and lust – that he wanted to be yours. You second guessed whether he understood what he was saying or if he just wanted to give you flowers. Everyone knew red roses were supposed to be romantic, so maybe Beel didn’t think too much about it. Despite the “competition” that the others seemed to be engaged in, you didn’t exactly expect Beel to be concerned with it. Your face twisted in uncertainty, wondering how you could ask if he meant it without offending him.
“Do you not like it?” Beel asked in a soft, nervous tone. His eyes were wide and sad.
“No, I love them,” you insisted. “It’s so sweet, but is this a part of the little game everyone’s been engaging in with me? Do you –”
“Can I kiss you?” Beel interrupted, simultaneously hesitant and urgent.
Beel always kept you on your toes with his direct approach. Thrown for a loop, you simply nodded. That was all Beelzebub needed to close the distance between your bodies – although he was careful not to squish the roses you held to your chest. As was often the case, when Beel kissed you, it was feverish and hungry. His large hand gripped the side of your neck, grounding you as his lips moved against yours. You felt his tongue graze the crease of your lips, as if he was begging you to let him in. He conveyed the message of the red roses with his mouth: passion, lust, love almost to the point of madness. Just as you parted your lips, Beel pulled back. His breathing was shallow, and his eyes were dark with need.
“Can you feel my desire now? I know red is cliché, but I mean it.” Beel glanced down at your lips. “I’m yours – if you want me. Make me yours. I want you to take me to your room and make me yours.”
The deep blush that reached up to his ears confirmed that he knew what he was suggesting. You chuckled and smiled. Deciding to tease him, you asked, “What about our date? You wanted to get food. Weren’t you hungry?”
“We can go out afterward, I promise. I want to satisfy this hunger first. Is that okay?” He was too precious.
You pulled him inside the house and whispered in his ear. “Wait in my bed like a good boy while I put these in a vase. And Beel?”
“Yes?”
“I’m yours, too.”
Lucifer (1) | Mammon (2) | Leviathan (3) | Satan (4) | Asmodeus (5) | Belphegor (7) | Diavolo (8) | Barbatos (9) | Luke (10) | Simeon (11) | Solomon (12) | Thirteen (13) | Raphael (14) | Mephistopheles (15)
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ever-loving-chaos · 9 months
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MY 30 CHARACTERS LONG TIER LIST OF CANON/HEADCANON AROACE:
(Asexual + Aromantic, or both!)
•Georgia Warr/Loveless (aroace)
•Tori Springs/Heartstopper (ace)
•Isaac Henderson/Heartstopper (aroace)
•Sherlock Holmes (aroace)
•Alastor/Hazbin Hotel (aroace)
•Lilith/The owl house (aroace)
•Stanford Pines/Gravity Falls (aroace)
•Perry the platypus/ Phineas and Ferb(ace)
•Phineas Flynn/Phineas and Ferb (aro)
•Sponge bob/ Sponge Bob squarepants(ace)
•Peridot/ Steven Universe(aroace)
•Hiro hamada/ Big Hero six (aro)
•Merida/Brave (aro)
•Jessica Rabbit/Who Framed Roger Rabbit? (ace)
•Luffy/One piece(aroce)
•Saiki/Saiki Kusuo no Psi-nan (aroace)
•Kyotaka Ayanokoji/Classroom of Elite(aroace)
•Light Yamagami/ Death Note(aroace)
•L /Death Note (aroace)
•Seiji Maki/Bloom into you (aroace)
•Mina Ashido/Boku no Hero (aro)
•Senku Ishigami/Doctor Stone (aroace)
•Kakashi/Naruto (aroace)
•Gwenpool/Gwenpool comic series (aroace)
•Tod Chavez/Bojack Hoserman(ace)
•Florence Simmons/Sex education(ace)
•Sarah'O'owen/ Sex education(ace)
•Aziraphale/ Good Omens (ace)
•Crowley/Good Omens (ace)
•Cash/Heartbreak high (ace)
•Jeff Winger/Community (aro)
•Shadow the Hedghog/Sonic games (aroace)
•Reigen Arataka/Mob Psycho 100 (ace)
...continue this list yourself!
Please if you agree or not, put at the comments, AND ALSO REBLOG THIS LIST WITH YOUR HEADCANONS OR CANON CHARACTERS!
(I'll be putting your characters in red)
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empresskadia · 25 days
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I have no self-control :’)
and I fully blame @biomecharnotaurus
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I’ll color this eventually but omg Raya’s almost foot taller than John after she becomes a IV
So lore wise, braiding her hair is very important to Raya since it’s the only form of affection she remember from her mother [her relationship with her parents was complicated]. ODST!John tries but it always send her into a fit of giggles after he’s done
But in the actual storyline, it takes the Chief three tries and he gets it down, but that’s a story for another time and a drawing for a different day.
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eggbagelz · 3 months
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actor au gale dreams of things he doesn't yet know that he wants
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sashimiyas · 2 months
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cw: gen snippet about the twins; angst
osamu’s in tokyo sleeping on a decade old futon in someone else’s living room. akaashi’s living room.
on the first day, osamu was told that his new bed for the next month was from akaashi’s college days. his impromptu move in finally convinced the editor to purchase a new medium for sleeping. though with osamu’s curious peeping around his doorframe, it looks much less like an upgrade and more like a lateral move.
akaashi’s still out, hardly home, and probably why he was so willing to accept osamu’s residence. that, and because he knows that osamu’s presence means a rumored tokyo location may be in motion.
which is true. it is the reason why osamu is here, but it’s only a week in and though the cook turned entrepreneur has walked many difficult roads in his past, these tokyo ones has osamu with an eye constantly over his shoulder.
he feels out of depth for the very first time, lost despite himself. he never realized how much he’d relied on his community, of the regulars ingrained in his life as much as the grains that have stained his fingers. of jiji and his taiyaki. of the dinging bell of the students who bike past his shop every afternoon. even the sun rises different among the large buildings.
there’s little in akaashi’s home to entertain him. only cartons of cigarettes and books from countries that osamu can hardly pronounce. the man hardly has a working fridge though akaashi is never home enough to even file a complaint to his landlord about it.
osamu sits idly with his back against the wall. he stares ahead of him at a bookshelf that is topped with two small trophies and a couple of picture frames. bokuto is in 90% of them and is probably the brightest thing in akaashi’s home. as dismal as it is, that’s hardly saying anything.
and so osamu dials the closest thing he has to home. atsumu answers immediately.
the sound of his voice has osamu immediately sitting up straight, tucking his legs beneath him. it’s been a while since he’d spoken to his brother. many calls had been left unanswered and unreturned. even this new turning point in his life had began without him. which osamu was fine with despite disappointment.
however, osamu can already tell that something is off just by his brother’s first breath before greeting. the man prides himself with a good nose, smelling the transformation of aromatics seconds before it happens.
“what’s up with ya?”
atsumu’s response confirms his suspicions, “nothing!”
an attack like that is usually met with an equally aggressive quip. osamu already feels like he’s losing his brother. the realization coupled with the isolation he’s been facing in tokyo fills osamu with dread. his stomach is heavy and he wants to expel the feeling by throwing up.
“ya ain’t been right. something up ya ass or what?”
it’s a cheap shot but it’s a desperate attempt to find something that atsumu can respond candidly to.
“fuck outta here! the hell ya want, samu? ya call me up just to talk shit?”
“course, it’s what we always do.”
atsumu’s silence hurts more than verbalizing the reminder.
“i ain’t got time for that right now.”
osamu’s mind blanks for a moment. they had accepted distance. but time? atsumu’s time had always been his and vice versa. they came into this world together, pressed against their mother’s bosom in tandem. every second has been lived twice between the both of them.
and then osamu’s angry.
“what?” he grips his phone tight into his fist, “ya think ya better than me?”
“no!”
“what about ma? ya ain’t got time for ma?”
“what?! no!”
“ya think just because ya some big shot athlete that ya suddenly don’t have—“
“i ain’t a big shot!”
atsumu’s heaving through the phone and osamu can feel the air change yet again.
“i ain’t gonna have a job soon, samu! there’s a new hotshot setter about to graduate high school. they say even better than kageyama.”
the pieces slowly begin to fall into place. osamu’s breath stills but atsumu’s continues.
“and ya know i’ve never been able to beat kageyama.”
“don’t—“
“shut up samu. i know how it is. im a setter and ya know there’s only one of us on the court. i became one because ya wanted to be a hitter and i knew id always have ya to set to. but…”
osamu wishes he brother wouldn’t say it. but they’re both mean. they both say words that are meant to hurt.
“but ya dont need me and i need to find someone else to set to. so yeah, i ain’t got time right now for bullshit, samu.”
and they both never know how to say what they truly feel. because how, after all of this, can osamu admit that he does need his brother right now?
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the-obnoxious-sibling · 6 months
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The verb shanks uses being also break up/divorce is sending me. I’m going to be delulu and decide it is what Oda meant. Buggy burned their wedding certificate. /joking
Btw if you ever feel need to talk about buggy just go for it, it was one of the best analysis I saw recently on this site. /genuine
Where were you hiding all those years I needed you/joking
(context for the divorce comment)
the joke usually goes that the person burning the marriage certificate thinks it's like a receipt and now their partner can't get rid of them... of course buggy knows it's much more like a product registration form, and without it shanks can't get any of the support promised in the warranty!
& thank you!! people have been so very kind in their response to my thoughts! i don't have anything new and buggy-specific to say at the moment, i'm afraid—i have fic ideas, but i think we may be at the point where i need more material to read before i can generate meta without someone prompting me—though i did just find some buggy meta that was posted not long after 1082 came out that melted my brain a little. that should be coming out of my queue in a week or so!
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galakaz · 7 months
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Watched Meti not the bad guy's video on roland from ruina
*DO NOT WATCH the video until you FINISH LIBRARY OF RUINA as it contains extreamly major spoilers*
and it reminding me of many beats of the game (and even telling me new things since i havent read the original orlando story and not every single piece of side text from these games) and my final conclusion is library of ruina is currently the best piece of media i have ever engaged with
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marshmallowgoop · 7 months
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Repostober Day 1 | Avatar Wan
It's been about a decade since I've drawn regularly. I think the time of my life where I was most motivated to draw had to be when The Legend of Korra first aired.
Many of the pieces I'm sharing for Repostober will have never actually been posted to Tumblr before, but this one has, way back on September 12, 2013. (Though, this upload is a variation—a brighter, larger file.)
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Spoilers for The Fall of the House of Usher (2023)
So I am week late, because life happens, but I just got through watching The Fall of the House Usher. Right off the bat, it’s fucking phenomenal. It convinced me to finally get around to reading this giant collection of Edgar Allan Poe works—I haven’t read anything for the year and this show single handedly got me to pick up a 1000+ paged book.
But the thing that I wanna talk about is this moment in episode 7. When Juno finally talks to Roderick about Ligodine, Roderick compares himself to Victor Frankenstein.
Now being a pedant and also a Frankenstein enthusiast, I immediately turned to my sibling and joked that Roderick probably doesn’t realize that book Frankenstein was (as another user on this site put perfectly) ‘the sci-fi equivalent of nineteen and pregnant’. And then, I thought back to what Verna says to Victorine in episode 5:
“What’s more important to you, being famous or saving lives?”
In much of the discourse surrounding Frankenstein, there is dispute over what Victor’s motivations were. Some point to the loss of his mother, others to his desire for glory, and some claim it was simply because he could—from what I remember of the book, no explicit, singular reason is given.
Why did the Ushers hold on so tightly to Fortunato? Because of their mother? Because they wanted Ligodine to be something glorious? Or is it simply because they could?
Roderick is correct. He is a version of Victor Frankenstein. But his monster is not Juno. His monster is his children, who are simultaneously their own versions of Victor Frankenstein, each killed in pursuit of their own monsters.
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