Garden of Nightshades

BECAUSE ALL OF US WILL GO TO HELL SOMEDAY....

This is @reiverry but converted into sengenism. Everything sengen/purple royalty related will now go here: this includes alternative universes, headcanons, edits, fanfics, random ass yapping, yada yada yada.

There will probably be post of other ships but otherwise this blog is sengen centered :silly:

I'm a massive AU yapper. This means, I will talk about AUs a lot. And by that I mean a lot. Canon here is basically nonexistent.

If you wanna talk the replies, reblogs, and ask box are open ;3.

Gen: Senku-chan is misogynistic?!

Gen: ...That's a orrible-hay thing to say, Senku-chan.

Gen: Aw, Senku-chan. I'm glad to hear that

Fuck it

"This way! Open your eyes!"

Senku at first blinded. The bright lights were eating out his eyes. Squinting with a grunt, he finally let himself glance.

A stage as large as a ship dock, bubbles with dancers and customers surrounding it. The large blue walls, decorated with a scales print, were ridden with self-made projectors beaming all across the loud restaurant, filled with singing, the sound of toasts, and angelic singing. Senku usually hated places like these, but today he was rather fascinated, so he barely noticed how Yuzuriha and Taiju dragged him towards the comfortable longue with glass tables and red-cushioned sofas. His eyes were glued to the stage.

While it offered all kinds of beauties, one particular has stole the whole show. An elegant young man with bicolored hair sat on top of a shell decoration, his mouth open as he hit a wonderful octave. He was adorned with pearls and wavy top wrapped around his chest, and his tail with wavy fins looked quite a lot like a long graceful skirt. It was obvious he's the main event, and Senku was one of many found captivated by his beauty.

"Senku? Hey, Senku?" Yuzuriha called out for him to no avail, for Senku has been left speechless.