"but They Are Not Canon"

Sighh...

I WILL DIE YOUR DAUGHTER // ON FATHERHOOD

Arcane (2021-2024) cr. Christian Linke & Alex Yee // Benjamin Alire Sáenz Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe // Bruce Springsteen My Father's House (Springsteen on Broadway) // Benjamin Alire Sáenz Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe // Resident Evil Village (2021) cr. Capcom // unknown // The Walking Dead (2012) cr. Telltale Games // unknown // Mary Oliver Dogfish // 呪術廻戦 Jujutsu Kaisen (2018-2024) cr. Gege Akutami // Traci Brimhall Lullaby on Mount Moriah

did you know they made paper out of fruits and vegetables? they are red radish and red apple

library book return dates

It was a lovely afternoon, and you were enjoying a lovely chat with the crown prince of the Devildom. Diavolo was glad to have a break from work, as well as an excuse not to return to it.

That is, until Barbatos appeared. The butler asked his charge to please return to the urgent matters on his desk. Break time was over.

Diavolo frowned. He did not want to work anymore. He had been diligently fulfilling his duties for a week now with no complaints. He peered at the desk, with its mountain of paperwork. He peered at Barbatos, whose smile thinly masked a threatening disposition. He peered at you, a sad and helpless expression on his face.

"We're going to have to leave our conversation here. I am so sorry," Diavolo lamented. He approached you with outstretched arms.

Thinking of a hug, you met him with equally outstretched arms. "It's okay, you can message me la-"

Anything you were about to say disappeared from your mind as Diavolo picked you up. There was resolution in his eyes. There was no going back now. In haste, he threw you at Barbatos.

The butler's cool facade broke as he scrambled to catch you in a graceful hold, cautious to minimize any damage to your body. Though, you felt his bony fingers dig into your sides as Barbatos gripped you tightly. He was furious.

Diavolo was already out the door and down the hall, looking for somewhere he could hide for at least another five minutes before returning to work. Though it was regrettable he could not spend any more time with you, this was a necessary action to distract Barbatos.

He would never forget your noble sacrifice.

touch-starvation needs to be written with emphasis on the starving part. you are hungry to be touched. so hungry that even the very taste of it makes you nauseous. it has been long since anything has ever touched you, ever fed you - that your body has grown more used to that gnawing emptiness more than anything else. it's better for you to be held, to eat but it makes you sick to try. you know

THIS PANEL OF NALU. I will never ever get over the expression on Natsu's face.

the author's barely disguised longing for a kinder world

it's rotten work, but without the rot nothing can grow