The Same Happened To Me Repeat The Route Again Getting As Much Hearts As You Can Because They Do Matter;

The same happened to me 🙋‍♀️ repeat the route again getting as much hearts as you can because they do matter; also, save the game at the start of the 3rd day, that's where the chats that mostly matter for the checkpoint are ^

Who else got there? Ugh

Here’s some Akiren doodles for my Persona 5 peeps! He’s so cute and fun to draw, I’m really loving the color scheme!

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SYNOPSIS: as moonlight falls upon his bedroom window, all his mind is filled with is the thought of you.

AUTHORS NOTE: beel... no thoughts just beel. kuni said i should write beel so.. here we are. this takes place early in the story when the mc stands in front of beel and luke to protect them from lucifer!!

BEELZEBUB x F!READER

WARNINGS: swearing, slight angst & fluff

WORD COUNT: 995

The pool of warmth flutters in through the window and flickers across the plains of his shoulders and shines across his amethyst eyes. The normal gluttonous self that usually craved the blossoming sensation of food of any kind in his tongue stood over her slumbering figure, periwinkle jewels sparkling as the sea in his gut crashed against the shore; his eyebrows screwed together in worry. His slender fingers trace the outline of her palms gently, as if just a simple caress in the wrong place would cause her to crumble right before his eyes. (h/c) locks lay peacefully on her shoulders; his fingers trailing down and twirling one of the strands of hair around his finger.

This feeling— the feeling of gluttony— was an emotion that came naturally to him. Any other feeling was filtered and poured to the ground like accumulated rain drops. With her there— he has the itching urge to gaze at the fallen raindrops with admiration and yearn to feel the rain once again. The addiction of honey, sugar on his tongue was something he had the pleasure of indulging in. She was like the overwhelming addiction of sugar dusted onto something savoury, a balance between overwhelming evil and underwhelming pure. Every second with her, he feels like he wants more. He’s never felt so rapacious in his life, he wants to consume more and more until nothing is left— until all is left is the breathless glaze in her eyes and sweet smile as he continues to indulge in his gluttonous nature.

“Beel?” Voice sweet like hot chocolate on a cold, winter’s day, her (e/c) jewels twinkle under the radiant light of his lamp. Her throat is scratchy, as if someone rubbed sandpaper against it, and the skin underneath her eyes has blossomed a soft scarlet. The apples of her cheeks are tinged with a pink colour; innocuous like a young, bashful child’s. Her eyes stare at him again, the corners crinkled as her fingers trail against his own, doubtful in their actions as if they were to cause him any harm. “Are you okay?” Her eyelashes flutter with the breeze that dusts the curtains and causes them to flutter, and all Beel can do is feel the tears gather in his eyes.

His arms tug her body into his, his hand delved into her hair as he breathes her in. The choked sobs echo from his lips, once tainted with honey and sugar, are now painted with his gratitude for her breathing self. His nose nuzzles into her hair, tears crawling down his cheeks as he pulls her closer than before. She’s warm— oh, so warm— just like the celestial realm. She radiates light just like she did, and he just wants to dive head first into it and never resurface again. Drown deeper and deeper into her warmth until all he feels and knows is her.

“You’re asking if I’m alright? You’re the one that almost died.” He mumbles, his knee pressing into the plush material of his mattress with his fingers delved deeper into her hair. Her eyes spring wide, her cheeks tainted rose, as her nose nestles into his shoulder as she wraps her arms around his back and allows her fingers to clutch at his shirt. “Please..don’t ever scare me like that again.”

His form tumbled to the mattress, trapping her body underneath his as he gazed down at her glossy eyes, tears threatening to pool over and her rising and falling chest. His thumb brushes against her cheek, tears falling onto her cheeks as she stares up at him with those innocent, doe like eyes of hers.

“I’m okay. It’s okay.” Her lips morph into a smile, the same one she made when Levi released his true form around her during their TLS showdown, and he can’t help but choke out a laugh at her. Her lips form into a pout at his reaction, but all he can do is sit upright and tug her into his arms. She’s like a sweet addiction, ever present on his tongue during those nights when she would hold his hand as they fell asleep, her nose tucked into his chest with their fingers interlocked. He breathes in the scent of her hair— coconut and vanilla, for some odd reason— his other arm wrapped tightly around her figure as the looming fear of her slipping away from his hold to dust ever present in his mind.

He lays before her; emotions stripped bare and ripe for her picking. All she does is smile carelessly at him as a giggle escapes her, a mumble echoing as she reminds him not to worry so much, or he might worry himself to death. He then reminds her that he’s immortal, and can’t die. She grins and laughs at her mistake, and he can feel himself indulge in presence once more. He confides to her his greatest hopes and fears whilst his mind is blaring the red alarms for him to stop, all he desires to do is whisper any and all thoughts he has.

She lays before him, innocent and beautiful, moonlight glistening on her skin as her head lays against the window. She smiles as she retells stories from the human world and listens to Beel’s odd food combinations.

Beel was stripped of his identity once— cast into the shadows of Devildom and denied any return into the celestial realm. He’s loved and hated, gained and lost. Her image is like that of a renaissance painting, white material draped around the crevice of her shoulders with her tousled hair as she bows her head down in a laugh, fingers lapping over his. If only he could steal the moon and spill it onto her palms, letting the rays of moonlight sink into her skin as he holds onto them dearly.

With her here, the feeling of gluttony doesn’t feel like a second nature. But loving her does.

Kinda Sus [9]- Cuddle Orgy

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About a week ago I posted this.

I’ve been getting horrible messages like this in my ask for months, including:

and my personal favorite

After getting the message saying “Just go kill yourself” I was completely done dealing with this person’s horrible messages and replied with just an “Okay.” and logged off tumblr.

About a week later I logged back on with 17 messages in my ask, most of them from the anon. I scrolled down and at first when I logged off, the anon messaged me things like

I scrolled up more and all of a sudden they started sending me more and more messages like

This was extremely surprising to me. I thought “After all those horrible messages you sent to me for MONTHS about hating me and wanting me dead, you say ‘sorry’ and that you ‘cant be responsible for someone’s suicide’?”

But I guess the lesson goes like this:

DONT TELL ANYONE TO KILL THEMSELVES UNLESS YOU ARE PREPARED FOR WHAT MIGHT ACTUALLY HAPPEN

Fic/HC Ideas Thread - Obey Me!

This is just going to be my own personal ideas for headcannons and fanfictions (both fluff and smut) that other users can use at will!

TW/CW: Depression, sexual abuse and general sexual content, crying, violence, cursing, smoking

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