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[hopeluna-archived]

Diavolo drabble please! 🫶

One diavolo drabble coming up with a side of tired butler!

Drabble ask game

"I'm gonna kill myself."

Barbatos's eye twitches in slight annoyance on Diavolo breaking his afternoon alone tea time. "And why is that exactly you have taken this decision?", the butler sighs, putting down his cup of tea.

"MC.....they're angry with me", now that peaks Barbatos's interest. You hardly ever manage to lose your temper with the prince.

He struggles to be proper and not laugh out loud at the sunken look on Diavolo, though he smiles amused. The young royal looks like the embodiment of a kicked puppy, fidgeting with the hem of his cloth as he takes a seat opposite to him with sad eyes.

"Did you do something to make them angry?"

"Well that's the problem, I don't know what I did!", Diavolo whines out. "They haven't talked to me all day-", and he goes back to fidgeting nervously, now with the teaspoon on the table. "Do you think they hate me?"

"I'm sure they don't, and I would suggest talking with them as communication is very important", his eagerness to make Diavolo leave threatens to slip through the cracks of his composed smile.

"Oh yeah....i'm sure that will help!", Diavolo's eyes light up in shine as he excitedly gets up, "thank you, Barbatos!"

Barbatos huffs in annoyance as the dust on this lampshade just refuses to part with it. Its been a few hours after talking with Diavolo. And Barbatos begrudgingly went back to work when he realized his tea had went cold.

The ping! of his D.D.D interrupts his thoughts.

Diavolo

Turns out, they were just busy and couldn't find the time to talk to me!

What a funny incident, don't you think? Hahahaha!

Barbatos isn't sure if he can keep working and living under these conditions anymore.

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[bamsara]

Anyway I love the amount of AUs the DCA side fandom has. Everyone is so creative and there is something so endearing about people coming up with incredible worlds that could honestly be standalone stuff but wanting to protagonize their favorite characters and share writings and art that takes time and heart with the community

[mintaikcorpse]

Me whenever I find a fictional queer relationship with angst and communication issues I can spend all my time hyperfixating on

[violettelune]

i get so sad thinking about perhaps johnny feeling his heart tug because of one victim just going through the fucking worst breakdown of breakdowns in the middle of the madness of trying to escape the slaughter family. they’re normally tough as nails, can hold it together mentally most of the time — but no matter how strong they remained, their resolve breaks and it breaks horribly.

johnny was pursuing them and wound up finding them huddled in the strangest hiding spot, shadowed by the bushes in an odd corner. there’s no way anybody else would’ve found them this quick except for him.

but they’re crying and crying hard. they keep their sobs restrained to a low volume, as quiet as they can force it. their knees are huddled tightly to their chest as their arms are hovered over their head protectively.

johnny feels his jaw tighten, his hand holding his knife twitch in hesitation.

they probably sense his presence, know they’re being watched — and when they look up to meet johnny’s unreadable, piercing gaze, they don’t react. they’re incredibly numb, the blood from their wounds and their own friends having stained every part of them.

johnny himself is confused because this is a sight that should excite him. get him revved up since he just found the last little piggy to eat up. in this moment, he’s anything but, as he stares into those scared, lifeless eyes.

he probably tucks his knife into its little pocket on his belt, offering his dirtied, gloved hand. his demeanor remains offputting, but he quietly guides this victim to his pickup truck and takes off. takes them to a gas station in a better-lit city hours away from his family’s home, with people around. he gets them some water, helps clean them up, takes them to the diner next door.

after a tumultuous evening turned around with more ease, johnny drives them to a train station further out — the victim asleep in the passenger’s seat.

this one good deed he does, he’ll keep it to himself. he’ll worry for this person, this poor victim who nearly ended up as his dinner. he doesn’t mind letting this fresh meat slip away. he’s giving them an out on his terms.

as he parks at the train station, he only hopes he never sees them again.

[hollystarss]

i hate that people have gotten so comfortable shitting on like. completely normal fandom things. just because its "cringe"

i love you fanon charactization i love you selfship i love you oc inserts i love you ooc fanfics i love you cliche aus i love you beginner artists and writers and creators trying new things and being unabashedly creative. i love you "cringe" fandom behaviors. keep creating. dont let people shame you. have fun

[st311ar]

Self-indulgent, take this as a joke if you want because it might be later. Idk i love my boyfriend.

STOP BEATING MY BOYFRIEND WITH EVERY GODDAMN WEAPON IMAGINABLE! STOP THE DAMN MORRO ABUSE PLEASE SILVERWINDS!MORRO HAS HAD ENOUGH ABUSE FROM PREEMINENT ALREADY YOU PHSYCOS!!!!!!

thank you for coming to my ted talk. Yes i am heavily armed with about 200 pianos.

[thats-why-i-gave-up-on-music]

MORE ABOUT EACH ONE because i couldn't stop thinking about it

mermaid an:

an is a siren who lives among the people of the vivid tide. she's often found on rocks and beaches, singing to herself to practice under the night sky. Her scales sparkle like stars and her voice is powerful like the tides, and she easily grabs the attention of a young human girl. the girl isn't a sailor like you usually see in these tales, instead her father is a marine herpetologist and she accompanies him when he works. she's mesmerized by ans voice, and that's where the story begins.

mermaid kohane:

kohane is a siren, but she's not a very good one. she doesn't have the confidence for this "luring sailors to their demise" thing, much less singing as a concept. as she's swimming around, a beautiful voice coming from above the surface catches her attention, and she's shocked to realize it comes from a human.

an, daughter of renowned sailor ken shiraishi, works a low level job on his ship of cleaning and maintenance. she's tried not to keep her hopes up, but she's dreamed of meeting (and maybe befriending) a mermaid.. who wasn't haruka. when kohane nears the surface and is caught in a trance by this human girl scrubbing the deck and humming, an is ecstatic when she notices. she's also dumbfounded by the idea of a siren who doesn't sing, and helps kohane to build her confidence and find her voice.

[nuctua-larc]

OK OK LAST POST TODAY!! Just me trynna figure out how to draw the brothers :)

[inkwell-and-dagger]

[Refuge]

A/N: very much inspired by this amazing post by @/sickophantic!!! grr grr I'm not sure if this is gonna be canon (most likely not) but it's half 1 am as of writing this a/n and I love making characters suffer uwu. vesk belongs to the man, the myth, the autism creechur xirself /pos /lh, @paranoia-exe!!

CW: mentioned arguments / fighting, accidentally hurting loved one / caretaker, violence, A Lot Of Guilt N Angst™

DYNAMICS:

Rayan Hyacinth (he/it) — Whumpee

Evelyn Larkins (she/her) — Past Caretaker

(mentioned) Vesker Faithern (he/him), Madison Maguire (she/her) — Current Caretakers (in canon)

—> —> —> —> —> —>

Rayan had done it again; oh, the amount of times he'd vowed never to do it again, all shallow promises simply because his emotions are too fucking unpredictable. Vesker and Rayan had fought again, and lo and behold, it escalated to the point where he'd hurt Vesker. His own fiance — one of the few people who still hadn't left him despite everything he'd done and went through, every time he shed other people's blood and every time he'd shed blood of his own. Every rough or gentle kiss, every grasp of their intertwining hands and every scratch mark left by the immortals nails. Vesker had stuck with him through everything. Rayan couldn't comprehend how Vesker still wasn't sick of him at this point.

But that didn't matter. The two were separated, and nobody could get hurt. Vesker had fled, like he always did, to Madison's, finding respite there until Rayan's rage had subsided. He couldn't blame him. Rayan had taken the opportunity to seek comfort of his own, trekking tiredly in the darkness of midnight.

It was early morning when Rayan had arrived at his destination. It took a couple hours to go there on foot, and Rayan immediately regretted it, calves aching as he knocked on a front door he only vaguely remembered.

Soft grey eyes and a welcoming face framed by short blonde hair greeted him. Evelyn did a short double-take, recognizing Rayan as the dishevelled man she'd taken in all those months ago.

"Evelyn..." Rayan choked out through eyes misty with tears, falling into the shorter woman's embrace. Cold wind was replaced by warmth as Evelyn gently pulled Rayan inside and closed the door, arms wrapping comfortingly around the immortal's torso.

Evelyn didn't try and ask him what was wrong; not yet. She knew that, in time, he would tell her. But right now, she needed to get him warmed up. Soon enough, their embrace was replaced with a blanket across Rayan's shoulders, and his tension melted away like thawed ice. His tired eyes softened and closed with a content sigh.

"Do you need anything, Rayan?" Evelyn's soft voice sounded in his ear, but Rayan just shook his head and slumped against her. Oh so similar to the first time Rayan stumbled into her welcoming arms.

Evelyn let him rest. Sleep away all that sadness welling up inside his chest, until Evelyn could return him safely back home. She wondered what had happened to cause him to trek all these miles just to go see her, but.. he'd tell her tomorrow, surely.

—> —> —> —> —> —>

[fluffypotatey]

WAIT NO GWEN EMBROIDERING MERLIN'S JACKET

Like, she does her own embroidery on her stays which are mf'ing beautiful, since work like that would be pretty damn expensive to buy and probably beyond a maidservant (recall her telling her dad a new dress for her was too expensive and he shouldn't have) which means it was either A) a gift, which is also plausible bc Morgana or B) her own work, which is more likely since she has a few different ones and also embroidery on the gowns themselves. Like, look at this!

Beautiful! Magnificent!

So what if she sneakily swipes Merlin's jacket and doesn't tell him (it's a surprise!) and he's like, "Gwen, I lost my jacket :(" and she's just like, "Oh drat, well, keep looking, I'm sure it'll turn up. :)"

And then she shows up with his jacket like "Ta-da!" and it looks like this now

On both shoulders, the bottom hems, the cuffs of his sleeves, just All The Flowers, and Merlin spends a good twenty minutes sitting on the floor and crying because it's so pretty Gwen I love it so much oh my goddess you're the bestest person ever I love you so much -

And when he comes strutting in all stitched out, Arthur comes So Close to just dragging the twink but before he gets a word out, Merlin is like, "Look what Gwen made for me!!!" with the biggest goddamn heart eyes and Arthur immediately shuts the fuck up because damn it, he can't bring down that much happy, it's like a crime against humanity and maybe he wishes he had someone care that much about him to do something so time-consuming and personal for no reason other than to make them happy

I WAS HAPPY

THIS ASK MADE ME HAPPY UNTIL YOU RIPPED MY HEART OUT

YOU HAD NO RIGHT

[qrowpilled]

rewatching adventure time and i got to "what was missing" and god the flashbacks to being like 12 and shipping bubbline and fighting for my life against people on the internet who INSISTED they were just platonic despite all the many many implications

[strxnqerthinqz]

394 sleeps to gooo, 394 sleeps 'til bylerrr

394 sleeps until we're all screaming crying throwing up at our screens and mitochondrias have a meltdown, 394 sleeps to go!

[l-e-g-i-o-n-losh]

Here's that thing i was gonna post yesterday it sucks but

No Titans were harmed in the cracking of this joke

[nebulaleaf]

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[mudstoneabyss]

grabbing your shoulders. I Will Follow You Into the Dark is such a Charlescore song

[cobaltmemoriess]

my aura shines at last

[do not tag as kin/me/id.]