Hades!Geto waiting for Persephone!Reader to wake up after he basically kidnapped her:
Suguru believes that you need to be enveloped in his arms just as much as a newborn kitten needs to be swaddled in warm fuzzy blankets
I refuse to be controlled by a calendar, Happy Easter everybody 🐇✨
Have a Bunny Geto post for your Easter baskets 💕
Gun to your head 🔫🔫🔫
Pack up your kitsune Suguru and hand it over to me RIGHT NOW!! This is NOT A DRILL, I AM STEALING YOUR KITSUNE SUGURU!!
I need him in the sense of he's my life saving medication (ironic for Saint reader, huh?)
I’M BEING ROBBED
Don’t shoot! I will hand him over! 🙌
But I have grown to like him quite a bit so can we split time fifty-fifty?
Him being your medicine is very ironic for reader being a saint lol but I think that he certainly wouldn’t mind, it is another way he can keep you with him 🤭
The Hanging Garden
Lavender
Pomegranate seeds- Hades!Geto x reader
Masterlist
Love magic and other things gone wrong - Geto x Witch!Reader
One-shot
Forget-me-nots
Labyrinth - Dionysus!Gojo x reader
One-shot
Dirty little Secret - Guitarist!Geto x Singer!reader x Fanboy!Gojo
Setlist
Poppies
Heaven is here- if you want it - Demon!Sukuna x reader
One-shot
Sunflowers
Cowboy Like Me - Outlaw!Yuki x reader
Part 1
Your first husband died peacefully in his sleep. You had nothing to do with it.
You did want his money but that was another matter!
He was on the verge of death anyway so getting into his pants (and pockets) was extremely easy. You made out like a bandit with most of his fortune. It set you up for life, you were thankfully done with old men and their money.
That was until you saw the detective that sauntered into your house. He was tall, toned and tan. Your mouth practically watered as he talked to you in a sweet tone, like you were truly in mourning for your husband.
“Suguru Geto.” He had introduced himself with a firm handshake.
You had practically melted into the floor.
Apparently your dead husband was in an embezzlement lawsuit before he passed so he came to investigate the house for evidence. You didn’t really care but you played the part of grieving widow all while subtly flirting with him.
He didn’t seem to notice or he didn’t say anything. As he goes through the files you try to think of a way to get him to stay longer. Nothing comes to mind and he leaves you with a small pout on your lips.
Opening up your phone you click on the sugar baby app you frequented before getting married. What’s one more dead old man if you get to see that detective again?
So as I am writing Saint and while doing some looking into Kitsune folklore I came across the legend of Tamamo-no-Mae.
Tamamo-no-Mae was a nine tailed fox who seduced an Emperor and made him deathly ill before being found out and driven out of the palace. That is the bare bones of the myth and there is most likely more context to it. It is also believed that Tamamo-no-Mae was also related to two other incidents with royalty in both China and India.
As I was reading about it my brain went, Kitsune!Suguru would do that for fun. Now all I can think about is Suguru just messing with multiple countries for fun before meeting Saint!Reader.
That post about death note being "everyone's first anime" (untrue statement) made me curious and now I want to gather data for science
Can you reblog this and tell me where are you from and what was your starter anime?
🌿 My Name is Rola, and This is My Story 🌿
I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.
My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.
But in an instant, it was all gone.
A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shattered—windows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighbor’s house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.
That was just the beginning.
The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?
We had to leave. We walked away from everything—our home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.
No home.
No food.
No clean water.
No way out.
I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.
I am exhausted. I am scared. I need your help.
I never imagined I would have to beg for my family’s survival. But today, I am.
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.
Every donation matters. Every share helps. Every voice that speaks for us keeps hope alive.
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