Update!
Ok well I learned that apparently “secondary blogs” on Tumblr have quite different features, for example you cannot follow other blogs or like posts as your secondary blog. So I deleted “Tarot in No Particular Order” and tried to recreate it as another primary blog using a different email address. But I guess since they’re both gmail addresses it recognized it as me and wouldn’t let me create a new account. Shakes fist at parental controls
So thank you to the two people who followed Tarot in No Particular Order. Sadly the secondary blog was short-lived.
HOWEVER
I wasn’t really posting any original content on this blog anyway, SO this blog is now unofficially titled Tarot in No Particular Order at the top, love that for us.
Apologies to everyone who has no interest in tarot, but tarot is pretty great and I will be providing explanations for each card, so feel free to give it a try. Otherwise no hard feelings, I realize most of you are pornbots anyway.
Thank you for coming along on this journey, whether you wanted to or not. And welcome to the future.
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N/A | I decided to do the ‘they���re the type to’ things with the Tokyo Rev characters cause ✨yes✨
Reader | They/Them but in 2nd POV so You/Your
Hinata Tachibana is the type to buy sweets before she comes home so she can spend the rest of the evening with you cuddling on the couch while watching your guys favorite show
Emma Sano is the type to think of you whenever she’s out with the other girls as they shop, go to a cafe, etc. if she sees something she thinks you might like, or it reminds her of you, she’ll take a look at it and possibly buy it
Mikey Sano is the type to be picky on what he eats unless it’s his favorite, however if you made him something then he’d be over the moon happy and eat every last crumb, no matter how good or bad it tastes
Naoto Tachibana is the type to hate physical contact and touching anything remotely dirty, however he makes an exception specifically for you, allowing you to hug him and hold his hand without needing to spray you down with disinfectant first
Ken 'Draken' Ryuguji is the type to buy you a single flower before he comes home from anywhere, it can be a rose or a tulip, he doesn’t know much about flowers but the nice old lady he buys them from helps him choose
Keisuke Baji is the type to be protective of his hair, not letting anyone touch it, no matter how close I’d friends they are, however he would let you touch or play with his hair in a heartbeat if you asked
Takashi Mitsuya is the type to unconsciously make his practice/demo clothes in your size so you can try them on, he usually makes them in whatever size he thinks would fit a mannequin he has but he’s started to make them in your size so you can model them for him
Nahoya 'Smiley' Kawata is the type to be passive aggressive and a bit rude/blunt to literally everyone that he meets, however when around you hes more sweet and sugar coats his words a bit to lessen the blow of some bad news, he doesn’t want to unintentionally hurt your feelings
Souya 'Angry' Kawata is the type to be a bit loud and rude like his brother to protect himself, hiding his real self however when we around you this facade cracks a bit and he becomes more quiet and shy, he’s sweet and likes to just sit with you
Chifuyu Matsuno is the type to hide the fact that he likes soft and cute things cause he wants to be seen as ‘manly’ and strong and not ‘weak’ however he can’t help but fawn over the cutesy things when around you as you two look at photos/videos or passing by a shop making him a bit embarrassed
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okay, please do one more of the tired Marty and the group of Doc’s….PLEASE
Ask and you shall receive. I hope this silly thing shall suffice :)
Transcription and details under cut
The transcription for my terrible handwriting -
(@ the garage)
Doc: Marty! I came as soon as I-
Doc (cont.): -could.
Marty: Your turn.
(Arrows: Half Asleep, On Fire (literally), covered in soot)
(Fun fact! Not a single party of Marty’s current state (aside from the lack of sleep) is the Docs’ fault! Good ol’ McFly luck strikes again!)
THUD
Docs: MARTY!
So this came to me in a dream today and well it works so behold. This is about an hour after the initial phone call thanks to Jules and Verne asking many questions as Doc was trying to leave and he’d rather they not follow him this time. As for what I mean by the McFly luck- Marty and his ancestors are extremely unlucky. Let’s be honest. To some degree all of them have either directly been unlucky or had their choices result in mild to severe disaster. In this instance specifically it means while trying to move from point A to point B Marty fell half asleep, tripped, knocked a dustpan of ash onto himself, somehow lit himself on fire, and damn near collapsed onto the doorframe. Someone force this kid to take a nap. Please.
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A Jewel Is Born (Chapter 2)
Read Chapter 1 here
Can also be read on AO3 here!
Day 4 - Raphael's Spears
"Asmodeus, this shameless flirting is utterly improper for an angel. Please learn to control yourself, for the dignity of the Celestial Realm."
It had been only four days since Asmodeus's glittering, luxuriant birth, and in that span, Raphael had given this lecture at least twice as many times already. Nevertheless, the realm's newest angel seemed stubbornly determined to defy his guidance, playing innocent every time -- just as he was doing now.
Asmodeus sniffled at him, teary-eyed, from within the cage of spears within which he found himself entrapped. They had come down from the sky so suddenly, one even nearly nicking the perfectly unblemished skin of his cheek, he couldn't help the water pooling at the edges of his innocently pleading eyes. That, and he'd happened to catch his reflection in a mirror the day before, similarly tearing up as he listened to another young angel gushing over how lovely he looked, and had realized at that moment how he looked even more innocently, helplessly alluring by doing so, and so he now took every opportunity to do so again.
"But Raphael, I can't help that I'm so beautiful! Father made me to be shared with the world!" he wailed, letting the tears fall delicately from the corners of his eyes.
The young seraph sighed deeply with exasperation, fingers tightening on the spear in hand before consciously reminding himself to loosen his grip. "Once again, Asmodeus, Father created you for the same reason He created all of us -- to be servants and messengers of His will. How many times do you need to be told before you will understand this?"
"I understand just fine," the beautiful angel pouted. "But if we're messengers, then obviously the message I'm meant to relay is how amazing his creations are! And the only way I can spread that message is by being myself, the beautiful and enchanting Asmo!"
"You do not need to enchant anyone. Entrancing people is the tactic of base demons, not high angels as we are. His will goes far beyond just you, Asmodeus. You need to learn to see beyond yourself," the other insisted again. "As his messengers, we must always hold ourselves with dignity and maintain our decorum. Running off on flights of fancy and chasing the other angels this way is entirely inappropriate."
Asmo sighed, plopping down to his knees inside the cage as he only half-listened to the rest of the lecture. There was never any winning with Raphael, it seemed, and so there was nothing he could do but wait out the rest.
Sure, maybe this was a little bit his fault. Maybe he'd been preening in front of a mirror again, and perhaps he had run just a bit late for his duties because of it. But it wasn't his fault that another angel had approached to compliment how his feathery robes matched his wings so nicely, which then led to another stopping him to praise how his skin almost seemed to glow in the ever light of the Celestial Realm, and then yet another paused to fawn over the delicate curl of how his locks around his face so softly. It hadn't been long before a small crowd had gathered around him, but he couldn't help that! These were such sincere admirers, he couldn't possibly have pushed them away just to do some silly chores!
And, really, wasn't it only right for him to take the time to express back all the ways he found each of them lovely as well? Each of them also had such wonderful charms, in their own ways. So did the other angels who just happened to pass by, and it seemed to him that they also ought to know how exquisite they all were. It would surely brighten their day, each and every one of them, to be complimented by someone as beautiful as him, right?
And besides, it was true, wasn't it, that he, along with everyone else in this realm, had been created by their Father? Then, wasn't what Raphael called "flirting" really just admiring Father's creations? Wasn't he just sharing the love that Father had filled him with? How could that possibly be undignified to the realm?
The sharp metal clang of a spear tip against metal jolted the new angel out of his sulking.
"If you are not listening to me, Asmodeus, it seems I will have no choice but to personally oversee your tasks for the rest of the day," Raphael frowned, massaging his forehead with exhaustion. "Though I have my own duties for Michael to take care of as well..."
"Nope, no, that's perfectly okay! I hear you loud and clear," Asmo quickly responded, flashing his best compliant smile. A whole day of being babysat by this killjoy was the last thing he wanted. "No more flirting, I got it! No need to worry about little old Asmo, you just go ahead and do that stuff for Michael! I'll be just fine on my own, I promise!"
The seraph glared at the plainly contrived assurances. The stress, however, thinking of Michael's various requests, was clear on his face. "Very well," he relented at last. "But please try to control yourself and simply complete your tasks. I assume you understand the consequences if there are any more incidents."
"Absolutely! Just count on me!" Asmo answered brightly.
With a bang of his spear against the ground, the cage vanished, and Raphael began walking away, his deep sigh audible as he did so.
"Yes, finally!" Asmodeus cheered to himself once the seraph was a fair distance away, watching his retreating form. "Now, let's see, my tasks for today...oh! Right, I have to clean the baths today! Hmm...if I have to clean them anyway, I'm sure it'll be fine if I take a quick soak in there myself first. And I can use those new bath salts that Nithael gave me earlier! Ooh, he was such a cutie, with how shyly he came up to me with them. I bet he'd be super happy if I gave him a little smooch the next time I see him as thanks..."
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