seasidefallenangel

[seasidefallenangel]

through those youthful days

passing notes with bllk boys in class ft sae itoshi, rin itoshi, reo mikage, nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi, alexis ness

notes: college au, fluff, reader is black text boys are their respective colors, i want to kidnap nagi, gn reader other than in sae's

[seasidefallenangel]

being fixated to you — that is the problem

they're so in love with you, but you just don't seem to get it ft. riddle rosehearts, jamil viper

notes: fluff, reader can't read between the lines, was playing amnesia and shin's whole "wanting to be seen as more than a little brother" thing... mhhhm

༄ riddle rosehearts:

napkins perfectly folded, pink flamingos elegantly roaming the lawn, hours spent practicing a tart recipe that you were sure to praise riddle for -

… instead replaced with you cooing at him like he’s some child.

“you’re so cute, rids!” you grin while pinching his cheek. if you were less close with him, you’d assume the cherry red of his face was from anger and not pure embarrassment. 

quite frankly, he’s at a loss. it couldn’t be more obvious that he loves you to the point of it hurting his chest. every attempt and compliment he gives you, earnest confessions of attraction, are simply met with laughs and something along the lines of him being, “like a cute, younger brother.”

it was mortifying.

setting his teacup on its plate, he grips the handle just a bit too tightly as his head hangs down. you’re about to ask if he’s okay when he mutters, “... is that really all you see me as?”

his hands slam on the arms of your chair and he leans in, eyes intense and expression deadly serious. it’s not as if riddle is a generally goofy person, but the sudden shift from your casual meet-up is a bit jarring.

“why do you refuse to take me seriously? am i not enough of a man for you?” he asks with desperation in his voice.

you’re taken aback at how earnestly he says it. there’s no hesitation nor even a hint of dishonesty in his words. such a blunt confession style isn’t really within his personality, but sevens is he tired of giving hints and pseudo-admissions of his unwavering devotion to you. 

“would you consider, even just once, that i truly have an interest in you?” he says, leaning in so close you would think he’s about to kiss you. he’d never do such a thing without explicit consent from you, but the thought of it is exhilarating. 

testing the waters, you offer him a teasing grin in response, boldly stating, “will you kiss me if i do?”

he freezes at your words, the severity of the situation sinking in - realizing just how much he’s invading your personal space. his typical red face is now a much softer shade of pink ; cuter, even. 

as the full weight of his actions invades every section of his brain, he opts to just mumble, “... maybe later,” before sitting back down and stewing in his own humiliation.

༄ jamil viper:

“you’re making a mess,” jamil chides you lightly, tenderly swiping a napkin across your cheek to clean the remnants of the dolma he made you for dinner. it was rare for scarabia’s dining hall to be deserted so early in the night, but you were grateful for a more peaceful setting than usual. (he told the entire dorm he’ll stick laxatives in every meal for the next month if a single one of them bothered you both tonight. none of them wanted to find out if he meant it.)

jamil’s eyes are trained on you while you lift the fork for another bite and a sigh follows him as more of the glaze drips down your mouth. he presses the napkin to you once more and quietly admonishes, “where would you be without me?”

you swallow and playfully poke his nose while responding, “lost, probably. you’re like a reliable baby brother, y’know?”

the smile on his face drops in an instant and he clenches his teeth, shutting his eyes for a few moments. the reaction is so unexpected that you’re unsure of how to even follow up until he speaks. “you’re an absolute fool.”

he slowly stands, placing his hands on the table with you in between them. his legs slot against your own and you can feel the wood from the table’s edge pressing into your back, but the pain doesn’t register as he gets closer to you.

“between you and kalim,” he says while holding your jaw between his thumb and pointer finger, “i must have a penchant for attracting idiots to my side. do you honestly think all of this was done simply in good faith and nothing else?”

to his credit, he has a point. jamil isn’t exactly a selfless person (not by choice, anyway) but he’s not easy to read either. if there was some kind of hidden intent, you sure as hell weren’t gonna find it.

“humor me for a moment,” comes his low voice while his forehead rests against yours. “if that’s all i’ll ever be to you, if you’ll never give me the grace of being viewed as a true suitor for your hand, then tell me now so i can stop wasting my time on inevitable failure.”

a proper answer evades you completely. jamil has never struck you as someone with romantic interest in anything, nevermind you specifically  — but that doesn’t mean you’re against being in a relationship with him.

“what if i do see you in that way, then?” you ask with a growing grin, curious to see how far this adrenaline rush will take him. 

when his lips eagerly descend onto yours, his thumb moving to press against the junction of your throat, you find out how tough it is to swallow your own words.

[seasidefallenangel]

✦ ݁˖ LUCKY, LUCKY ME

LOOK AT LUCKY ME . . . ft. Aventurine

wc: ~1k

cw: NSFW—MINORS AND AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED, not smut but not.. not smut? gn+afab!reader, references to sex, finger sucking and spit, messy kissing, exhibitionism, just sucking aven's pretty gloved fingers (with eye contact) for good luck at the casino <3

reid: me posting hsr writing before bllk writing is like the pope dying before gta 6

tags: @voidcat <3

For good luck is what he always says when he’s doing something degenerate with you before hitting the poker room. 

The cosmos know Aventurine as a sensualist. A libertine. A man who ties cherry stems into knots with his tongue, who infuses the very air around him with the confidence of a king. Silver-tongued, golden-haired. Looks, smells, and talks expensive; drips with jewels and masterfully spun semantics. Blessed with beauty and the favor of forces unseen. 

He’s the sort of man no one’s good at saying no to. 

And the cosmos know you as one of the rest of them: under the spell of that easy charm.

Although you’ve got a more fully-colored minds’ eye portrait of him than the rest—you’re privy to the depths of the gambler, the allure he drips even after he takes off all the jewels and settles into bed at night—the cosmos don’t know this about you, and you’re okay with this.

It allows you to play a part in the little shows of debauchery he likes to put on; it lets you indulge him, and him you, inside a narrative which might otherwise hold space for shame. But this one does not. This frame of perception holds you both up to the face of the world as something simple: the player and his good luck charm. 

“For good luck,” Aventurine reminds you in that signature purr of his; his grin is quiet, cat-like, assured and endeared, as he tugs your bottom lip down. You prefer the world see how pliant you are for him, against this marble wall, at the inlet of a low-lit hallway, both of your hands on either side of his neck; his elbow’s propped above you to shield you, not quite enough, from the casino crowd which bustles by you. You’ll disappear into it soon—after you kitten lick at his two gloved fingertips, teasing him as he slips them up to his first knuckle into your open mouth. 

“That’s it,” Aventurine hums for you, wholly satisfied, part condescending, which makes you lean into him even more, toying with blond locks where you link your wrists behind him. You tilt to take more leather between your teeth, atop your tongue, while you admire him like he’s your world. Yes, mouth full of him, eyes on him and no one else—you’ve always known how to make Aventurine feel like the luckiest man alive.   

His good luck charm always bobs their chin up, and then back again—always sucks his fingers slowly, doll-eyed. You take it so well, so eagerly, when Aventurine gently thrusts his pretty, slender fingers, worming them toward your throat. You’re warm with soft-thudding adrenaline at the way his eyes simmer with some impossible mix of contentedness and insatiability, falling numb in your rhythm of drinking him down and pawing at him, humming back as your lashes flutter—you want to be so good for him.  He traces the sharp ridges of your teeth, scissoring and curling his fingers lazily. He explores your mouth the same unhurried way he always likes to explore your cunt; you suck his fingers the same ardent way you always suck his cock, and oh, fuck, you find yourself whining around him, drawing your brows together while he bites his lip. You want him aching for you, too, and you’ve just located the first crack in the facade. Despite striding the path of Preservation, Aventurine’s a master of masks. Anyway, you know he more than enjoys your shameless desperation. You all but arch into him, parting your lips to circle your tongue, closing them again to suck, to bite down just enough that he heaves an impatient sigh. 

Your eyes beg. 

He retracts his fingers, but you don’t chase; Aventurine smears spit-soaked leather across your lips, down your chin and the column of your throat. And he grins, beaming. Promising. As if he’s asking a question, you almost nod, bottom lip poking out in a pout like it misses his touch. The wetness on your skin dries cool against the circulating air, an invisible mark indicating where he’s been. 

“Av’,” you almost whimper. Almost want to stomp weakly like a petulant child being denied their way. But it’s all a bit of a ritual; you know what comes next, and you know what comes later, and you wouldn’t change it. The reality is he gambles with more exhilaration when you’re both worked up, when you can’t keep your hands off each other. 

He shimmers with false sympathy, hand coming up to cup your cheek, which you sink into. “Yes, my love?” 

You grasp blindly, too, at the fur lining the collar of his jacket, like you can’t possibly have him close enough—your answer is to tug him down until the tip of your nose brushes his, until you can nip at his lips while he dodges you cutely. It’s an immodest display, really, but he adores it. You love that he adores it. You push and pull each other until your tongue sweeps his bottom lip, and he catches it between his teeth; you’re flushed and feverish when his eyes flutter closed, indicating it’s time for yours to do the same while he kisses you and kisses you and kisses you.

You think you hear an oh, my from a passerby. It makes you smile devilishly into his mouth. 

Aventurine’s chuckling, dragging your hips to his with the same gloved hand he just fucked your mouth with, and he finishes with you in a quick sequence of chaste pecks, first to your lips, then to the corners of them, each with a slightly exaggerated smooching sound that now leaves you both giggling. When you look to him again, he’s glowing.  

“Whad’ya say we go buy this place?” Aventurine poses like one might suggest heading to the bar for a drink or two. 

Your eyes mirror the gleam in his when you pluck his hand off your waist to press one last kiss of your own to the leather pads of those two fingers. For good luck, of course. 

“Lead the way,” you accede as your lover curls an arm around your shoulders and escorts you into the bustle. 

Numerous eyes fall upon you both as your sleek dress shoes fall into step with his, but you pay them no mind; the card tables are waiting, and it looks like luck is on Aventurine’s side tonight.

[seasidefallenangel]

finally reading amnesia

[seasidefallenangel]

ily reidy-poo

me and my emotionally abusive unstable codependent relationship (im making him worse) <3

tagging any1 who wants to do it

using @syoddeye ‘s open tag on this cute trend

me as a cat + a fav character outside of COD (mr. darcy, p&p 2005)

@kentwos @tobeholyistobeempty + open tag <3

[seasidefallenangel]

“... and then i obviously smacked the shit out of her, because like why would you even insinuate that?”

“mhm.”

“i’ve been nothing but loyal to her for years and she has the gall to assume that i seduced her boyfriend instead of him just being an asshole.”

“mhmm.”

“i swear to the cosmos if you ever hit up one of my friends for a booty call i’ll dip you in acid and fry you like a fish - are you even listening to me?”

blade tilts his head up, staring at you while you continue putting various butterfly and flower clips in his hair. one would never assume comparing him to a patient puppy is an accurate descriptor, yet his eyes are trained on your every movement. 

“of course i am,” he responds bluntly, almost offended at the assumption he’d do anything but. you could be fifteen planets away and call out his name, and he’d slice through the stars just to answer your summon. 

it seems to satisfy you, because you go on with your story about this horrible ex-friend of yours. the more he listens, the more he feels as if he should make a personal visit to her tonight. the mere thought of your betrayed face after being accused of such an act has his stomach in knots. there should be nothing except that sunshine infused smile on your lips at all times.

at the very least you seem to be more angry than sad and he has to admit he’s grateful. aeons forbid you had come home crying. not only would he be lost as to what the best way to comfort you is, but his composure surely would’ve snapped and he’d have offered her head to you in an attempt to dry your tears.

his brain short circuits as you kiss his nose and he’d loathe to admit the instinctive widening of his eyes at the action. your lips twitch in amusement and your giggle makes him feel weightless as you tell him, “you look cute.” he’s never been called such a thing, not that he can remember. part of him wants to admonish you for your foolishness. he’s nothing more than a weapon, crafted to bring hopelessness to the lands unfortunate enough to see his steps. you would crumple so easily if he laid a hand on you, trusted him enough to let him sink beneath your skin and make a home crafted from your unwavering love. 

however, blade knows he could never bring himself to seal your fate in that way. he’d rather face a thousand more lifetimes of endlessly roaming this mortal plane in agony than cause you a shred of harm - intentional or not.

you squish his cheeks and coo nonsensical affections towards him like he’s a babbling child, and he can’t be too irritated at the small twitch of his mouth if it means seeing you so at peace.

[seasidefallenangel]

i hope you stay the way you are

twst second years and their favorite part of your body ft. riddle rosehearts, ruggie bucchi, azul ashengrotto, jade leech, floyd leech, jamil viper

notes: fluff, gn reader, little suggestive in jade and jamil's, floyd being floyd, title from the cutest song ever <3

༄ riddle rosehearts: brain

✣ ridiculous as it might seem, riddle is being honest when he confesses this to you. that’s not to say he only values your intellect but rather he’s heavily interested in your mindset and approach to various situations. he always looks forward to the moment you two can sit in peace, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. he loves to ask you a variety of hypothetical questions and ponder what the answers mean, what they say about you as a person. he’d never admit it, but the residents of heartslabyul have seen him on more than one occasion brainstorming topics to discuss just because he loves to see your viewpoint on things. maybe it’s odd to some, but the sheer amount that he invests into your opinions is an act of love itself.

༄ ruggie bucchi: stomach

✣ unconventional to the average person for sure. when it comes to ruggie, he values keeping you well-fed and satisfied since it was a luxury going to bed full when he was a child. he also has a penchant for plopping his head down on your tummy for a quick mid-day nap before rushing out to run more errands. his ears twitch and tickle your skin which makes you unable to hold back a few giggles in response, making him smile without realizing it. something unusual he also likes to do is grab a sharpie when the two of you are in bed and draw all sorts of nonsense on your stomach as if it’s his own personal canvas. you have pictures of every “ruggie original work” and you both get a kick out of the half-coherent drawing he does when he’s on the verge of passing out.

༄ azul ashengrotto: voice

✣ maybe a little too on the nose, but he doesn’t plan on stealing something that he benefits from being in your possession. you’re often seen in azul’s office, walking around the lounge by his side, blabbing to him at lunch, to the point where some people assume you’re some sort of shady accomplice like tweels. in reality, azul just always needs to hear you talk. he essentially uses you like youtube video background noise. if you sing for him, even better. it doesn’t matter exactly what you’re talking about just as long as he can hear your voice. he might seem distracted and disinterested, but the moment you trail off and grow quiet he’ll look up at you and ask you to continue. his favorite time of day is when you softly talk him to sleep, because hearing you means his dreams are filled with thoughts and fantasies of you as well.

༄ jade leech: hands

✣ considering this is someone who has his hands covered more often than not, it seems a bit ironic that he’s always found holding and toying with yours. technically jade enjoys every part of your body that’s different to his merform, but he particularly enjoys those cute non-webbed fingers of yours. you’ll be in casual conversation when he picks up your hand and starts poking and bending to his desire. alongside that, he likes putting your fingers in his mouth and pretending like he’s going to chomp them off, amused by the way you stiffen in concern. jade is quite shameless as well, which you unfortunately realize when he asks you out loud to wrap your pretty hands around his neck and squeeze as hard as you can. for scientific purposes, of course. 

༄ floyd leech: legs 

✣ the biggest freak on this side of twisted wonderland, floyd outright says he likes your legs the most because he loves to watch you run away from him while he chases you down. he was a fan of this long before the two of you were dating so you just shudder at the memory while he laughs at how adorable you are. legs are the most novel thing humans have to the merfolk so it’s pretty obvious that’s the subconscious reason behind his fascination. floyd’s favorite game is taking you to a lake or something similar and watching you kick your legs in the water while he lurks beneath the surface. it’s a 50/50 chance between him nuzzling them like a dog or tugging you in with him. he also likes to bite the soft skin of your thighs (he names the bite marks he gives you), or he’ll push your legs into odd positions so he can see how they move. he’ll ignore your complaints that he has legs too and he can look at it himself, because it’s so much more fun to see your expressions when he’s playing with you. 

༄ jamil viper: lips

✣ an entire existence defined by subservience, jamil finds it hard to actively voice his desires. his relationship with kalim is still recovering and he feels as if he has no genuine outlets to express his feelings even though you’ve told him otherwise multiple times. instead, he opts to kiss you in the quiet moments between his hectic lifestyle. secluded corners become your favorite meeting place as his lips touch yours and he can feel the built up resentment leave him from that one action. your lips are what connect him to you in the most intimate way possible, they’re what praise him for his wits or talents, what come to his defense when kalim is being just a bit too unreasonable with his asks. there’s a chance he’ll clam up if you comment on how he seems to grow insatiable the moment you two are alone ; but sometimes when his social etiquette tank has run dry, he clicks his teeth and says “so?” before showing you exactly how needy he can get.

[seasidefallenangel]

hii!! just wanted to say that i absolutely loved ur bllk boyfriend rating! 🙏🙏🙏 the way u captured their personalities n traits was so SCRUMPTIOUS everything was so on point & accurate!!

i also browsed thru some of ur other bllk works and the way u portray their personas just gets me omg, love ur writing!!

AWHWHWUYUWYWUW thank you so much 🥹 i get so worried on if i come off as too preachy in my stuff so this means a lot to hear <33333

[seasidefallenangel]

[seasidefallenangel]

watching bpro and did a full body shudder when tosshi was voicing pissed off goshi

[seasidefallenangel]

“those stupid things are going to kill you.”

“then i’m going to die happy.”

rin scowls as he watches you hang upside down on the couch, stuffing your face with sour gummy worms. you’re not sure why he always does this every time you have an unhealthy snack, but you pay him no mind regardless. he’s the insane athlete, not you.

this song and dance is familiar to you, so you easily tug the bag away when he swiftly tries to reach for it and pry it from your grasp. a displeased huff leaves him and he grumbles, “i don’t know why you insist on putting that shit in your body.”

it’s clear he’s only like this because he cares about you and your health, but he also doesn’t understand you don’t need such strict restrictions on your diet the way he does. a love language for sure, but one that gets a bit lost in translation.

“my wiggly friends would never betray me, rinnie. one bag every so often is fine,” you say while slurping a worm like a noodle, making him grimace from the noise. sensing the conversation will go nowhere he simply grabs his soccer ball from his bag and heads outside to get some practice shots in.

he’s also positive you don’t see the small smile on his face when you call out for him to have fun and that you love him.

“i swear i bought more of them…” you mumble to yourself, rummaging through the snack cabinet in your shared kitchen.

(snacks that are almost exclusively bought by you apart from rin’s protein bars that have the taste and texture of cement. eugh.)

unsuccessful in your endeavors, you instead head up to the bedroom to ask rin if he did something with them. you don’t think he’d do something like throw them away behind your back out of pure respect for your choices as an adult, but he could’ve accidentally moved things without realizing.

you push open the door, asking, “rin, have you seen my -” his head whips around with wide eyes full of guilt as he haphazardly throws something across the room. from his mouth hangs a solitary string, red and blue and filled to the brim with sugar.

sour gummy worms. your sour gummy worms.

a shit eating grin is already on your face as he groans and tries to defend himself. he doesn’t really have an argument though, not when it was so obvious he was indulging in the very thing he ridiculed you for.

“i don’t fucking - i just wanted to see if they were worth killing yourself over,” he mutters through gritted teeth. there’s no point to even trying, rin quickly realizes as you close in on him.

you lose your mind laughing at him while his ears turn pink. he scoots over with a sigh so you can flop onto the bed, singing out, “rin loves gummy worrrrms!”

it’s so unbelievably annoying, but he finds that he doesn’t mind being the butt of the joke for a brief moment if it means seeing you so filled with joy.

plus, you’re too distracted to notice him grab another pack from his side table and shove a few more into his mouth. a win-win situation, he thinks.

[seasidefallenangel]

"you wasted 7 pulls just to e1" have you considered he is the love of my life

[seasidefallenangel]

have you, yes you, ever wanted a bllk themed discord server to connect with other content creators??

then @adoresia and @okkotsuus are happy to present you with the neo-egoist league!!

join now or i’ll get you 😈

[seasidefallenangel]

we need a chigiri version for the mean reader 🙏 i need to see this brat-off

im gonna keep it 💯 with you he originally was in the one i just posted but i really cannot grasp his character writing wise and i'd rather not write someone at all than fuck up their personality. maybe like if i get a better understanding and can characterize him properly i will? a part three with like.... him shidou otoya maybe in the future

[seasidefallenangel]

[seasidefallenangel]

Helloo Helloo! I really liek your reader who’s an asshole could you write it again but for different blue lock characters…………………………………….?

done!

[seasidefallenangel]

she's got those evil eyes (2)

bllk boys and their mean girlfriends ft nagi seishiro, hiori yo, michael kaiser

notes: i got asked to make a part 2, reader is still a bitch, hiori and kaiser's kinda suggestive?, part 1

༄ nagi seishiro:

✣ his pr team asking him to care about his girlfriend’s actions is like pulling teeth - only twenty times more frustrating. whatever you say goes as far as he’s concerned. even if he himself doesn’t wanna do something, the glare in your eyes with your foot tapping impatiently on the hardwood floor causes a quiet, “yes, boss,” to fall from his lips in submission. maybe he’s a tiny bit scared of you, but he also knows it’s just easier to give you whatever you want and be your watchdog to shield you from criticism instead.

⁀➷ if nagi died in the next five seconds then he would be satisfied. going out with your nails gently massaging his scalp while he snuggles against your stomach and plays on his phone is probably the closest to heaven anyone has ever been. so when that hand is so cruel as to leave his head in favor of smashing the keys on your phone, he’s very obviously displeased. “come baaack,” he mumbles with a slight whine in his voice. you’re unresponsive, causing him to move and look up at you, asking, “what are you doing now?” he has a vague idea of what considering his manager is rapid texting him to log onto your account and delete your tweets, but he simply mutes the conversation. you mutter that it’s nothing he needs to worry about, and he just responds with, “mkay,” before tugging your hand to his hair again, intent on being coddled by you. 

༄ hiori yo:

✣ the devil on your shoulder whispering to do all this stuff in the first place. he knows he looks completely harmless, so you’re the perfect cover for him to let out all his deranged thoughts by proxy. it looks like he has a tight leash on you, but the reins are barely even held in his hands. kurona sends him an interview one of the paparazzi managed to snag of you walking out from the grocery store, and hiori flat out leaves practice because he needs to see you now.

⁀➷ the recording of your voice echoes from his cell phone while he enters your shared home after rushing there. a grin lies on his face as he hears you tell the reporter how you’re thrilled that his worthless life led him to hassling a soccer player’s girlfriend before yanking his camera and throwing it on the ground. a fair share of comments say you had every right to do so considering the invasive nature of the press while the rest disagree, saying it was far too aggressive. if anything, hiori wishes you were more aggressive.

you can’t even get a word in as he sits on the couch, gripping your wrists almost painfully while tugging you into his lap. his lips are on yours faster than you can blink - kissing you so hard you feel lightheaded but it’s just not enough. hiori needs you pliant beneath him, that nasty streak of yours quelled by his suffocating hold. despite that, part of him wants you kicking and cursing him out, teeth gnashing as blood from your lips trickles into his mouth. his heart is clawing its way out of his chest and eager to jump into yours, for you to become an extension of his body. an endless plethora of breathy “i love you”s is his confession of how badly he wants to break you, and have you break him in return.

༄ michael kaiser:

✣ be serious - he’s the one you’re fighting with the most. there’s nothing he loves more than to rile you up, knowing how fast your temper will crack. a self proclaimed expert at getting under your skin if he had to describe it. though he still enjoys seeing how harsh you can be with the general public, his favorite pastime will always be pissing you off. quite frankly, he tends to get jealous when you’re paying just a bit too much attention to others during your rampages. 

⁀➷ an amused smirk rests on kaiser’s face as he leisurely stands against the frame of your shared bedroom’s door. if he’s being honest, part of him isn’t even listening. you’re busy spitting out insults about his demeanor towards one of your friends and all he can think about is ripping the attitude out of you. not forever, of course. the enjoyment he gets from your outbursts is far too valuable. maybe just for a night or two so he can enjoy his docile puppy before you begin baring your teeth towards him once more. even now as you grow more irate, he’s walking over like he has all the time in the world - completely unbothered.

his fingers curl around your chin, paying no mind to the way you try to bite them off. instead, he’s cooing at you like you’re a harmless child. “hm? what’s got you all worked up, haschen? have i not been giving you enough attention?” his all-knowing tone infuriates you and you’re about to try and mutilate him until his hand slides down to your throat, squeezing just enough to know that he can and will rip the breath from your lungs. voice eerily low, he stares into your eyes with a piercing grin and unsettling smile, asking, “should i show you how i deal with feral animals?”