conspiracy theory thread: oikawa is actually coconut head from ned's declassified school survival guide.
conspiracy theory thread: Mizuna’s cum is actually all Sephora highlighter.
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conspiracy theory thread: oikawa is actually coconut head from ned's declassified school survival guide.
conspiracy theory thread: Mizuna’s cum is actually all Sephora highlighter.
TEST.
test.
f + k !
Smutty Alphabet Headcanons || @deityslainF = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
@deityslain answered:
small hum part from totality , once bright eyes now blind to the light in front of her — she’s too far gone for such heed , to deep in her own self pity & loathe to really process deity’s creed.
‘ ‘m fine , no need to worry. ’ chipped smile surface on hardened features ; she was once soft , once akin to the stars , once bright & hot & dangerously beautiful , & now she be just a husk of a shamed goddess. ‘ don’t worry about me. ’
Even the greatest of painted porcelain MASKS cannot fool the patron of the Hunt , for Artemis is she who cares too dearly for both mortal & immortal hearts & souls in this beautiful but fragmented creation . Henceforth , the shorter of the two deities nods her head slowly . Though it be a subtle gesture , the compassion that screams through viridian hues speak of the PAIN that grieves Artemis’ heart . ❝ ... oh ... ❞ is her moonsong sung sweetly in a hushed tone . The authenticity of her LOVING-KINDNESS moves her to make her graceful approach . She is barefooted and takes her steps like a young & gallant deer , and milky palms are wide open ———————— she’s as vulnerable as vulnerable could possible be . Gently, she takes Mizuna’s hands into her own . The manner in which she choreographs this sorrowful dance is evident : her intentions are not to disrespect the other deity’s personal space , but rather , to present herself as a humble servant willing to shoulder the burdens of the other as her very own . ❝ Dearest Mizuna , my sweet companion . How ever am I to feign that I care not about you ? In fact —————— I care too much ! ❞ Belltones giggle from the back of her throat . Sparkling tears well up in emerald eyes , unafraid to pour themselves out in abundant OVERFLOW . ❝ And thus , I kindly advise you to never wear what the FALLEN mortals in this fallen world throw at your feet , for they are consumed with GLUTTONY . They give you the crumbs of their watered-down worship , forever forgetting the countless PRAISE they ought to lift up in your name , Mizuna . But woe to them , for it is their loss to neglect the majesty of who you are . I will PRAISE you , my dear friend , for you are indeed praiseworthy in mine eyes . ❞ ☆ ☾