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his true love, pizza

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Wassup

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Geefer geefer blocktales love this guy

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hello, my loves. feel free to read this fully, although it's not quite addressed at any of you.

there's someone i used to know who still stalks my pages, and since there's literally no other way for him to get the hint and fuck off, i want it to be known that his detachment from reality is genuinely nauseating.

because what do you mean you dream about meeting me irl and trying to kill me? do you know how you sound right now? we knew each other for half a year and you emotionally abused me. do you think you're a cool guy just because you have murderous thoughts about a girl you hate?

you're fucking pathetic. everyone here knows it. the worst part is that you know it too, and you make it everyone else's problem and whine like a kicked dog when you get called out on your bullshit. like it or not, you have always been a bad dog.

you know who you are. i don't know if you'll see this; and frankly, i don't care. i just hope that wherever you are right now, you know that you are a shitty person and i hated being friends with you.

rot in fucking hell.

xo, kiki

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Deadlyashes

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ROMANCE SAJA HEADCANONS.

notes: thank you to one of my dearest friends who requested i do this. it is my first time so please be gentle with me as i might make a teensy mistake here and there. but i hope you all like these! i got a couple ideas from reading through other x reader fics and such, and just from personal things i like, so maybe i’m projecting onto romance a little. can you blame me?​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

this is completely safe for work, just wanted to clarify that upfront. essentially pure fluff or whatever the romance genre calls it. no specified gender, written in third person. keep in mind these are simply headcanons and my effort at creating them.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ this is intended to have a poetic feel!​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

if enough people like this, then i’ll think about making a part two or a full-on fic. thank you in advance for taking time out of your day to read this! i appreciate it, truly. ♡

• romance being a hopeless romantic, through & through. like, catastrophically so. the type to leave handwritten notes tucked between the pages of books you’re reading, or to dramatically sigh while staring out windows during rainstorms because it reminds him of some tragic love ballad from three centuries ago. he probably has a collection of pressed flowers from every meaningful moment you’ve shared together, carefully preserved in an old leather journal that smells faintly of vanilla and something mysteriously ancient.

• color coordination becomes an art form with him. he doesn’t just look into flower meanings, he studies them like they’re sacred texts. receives a bouquet of yellow roses mixed with purple irises? he’s already googling (with your patient help, of course) whether the yellow represents friendship or jealousy, and why someone would pair it with wisdom and valor. the wrapping paper patterns get analyzed too. polka dots apparently mean playfulness, while stripes suggest structure. you’ve never met someone who can turn a simple gift into a philosophical discussion about the intentions behind paisley print.

• he craves authentic connections but can’t resist turning on the charm like it’s a reflex. flirting is basically his default setting, the way some people unconsciously hum or tap their fingers. he’ll sweet-talk the barista, compliment the grocery store clerk’s earrings, and somehow make small talk with your neighbor feel like the opening scene of a romantic drama. but there’s a difference between his casual flirtation and the way he looks at you, like you’re the only person in the room worth seeing.

• cooking becomes his love language, and honestly? he’s surprisingly skilled for someone who still struggles with the microwave timer. maybe it’s centuries of practice, or maybe demons just have better instincts for seasoning. either way, he treats your kitchen like his personal stage, dramatically tossing ingredients while humming old melodies under his breath. requests for specific dishes turn into quests. you mention craving authentic italian carbonara? suddenly he’s researching the perfect pancetta, muttering about egg temperatures, and refusing to use anything but freshly cracked black pepper. your happiness is his michelin star.

• his mental catalog of your preferences rivals government databases. not just the obvious stuff either. he notices you pause a half-second longer when looking at vintage bookmarks, or how your eyes light up at the sight of those tiny succulents in ceramic pots shaped like animals. suddenly these items start appearing in your space like magic, accompanied by his sheepish grin and some elaborate excuse about “just happening to walk by” whatever shop he definitely went out of his way to visit.

• the demon reveal probably ranks as the most terrifying moment of his very long existence. picture this: he’s been dropping hints for weeks, testing the waters with casual comments about “old times” and “you wouldn’t believe some of the things i’ve seen.” then one evening, maybe you’re both a little wine-drunk and sentimental, and it just tumbles out of him in a rush of panic and honesty. he’s prepared for screaming, running, maybe some creative cursing. instead, you just blink slowly, ask if that explains why he’s so weird about technology, and reach for his hand. the relief nearly knocks him sideways. he’s never been more grateful for your bizarre ability to roll with the supernatural punches.

• flirting is supposed to be his specialty, his signature move, the thing he’s perfected over decades of practice. so why does he turn into a flustered mess whenever you flip the script? you compliment his eyes and suddenly he’s forgotten how to form coherent sentences. you test lipgloss on him, claiming it’s “just to see the color,” and he’s convinced his heart might actually explode from the casual intimacy of it all. his hands get embarrassingly sweaty, his usual smooth responses turn into stammered nonsense, and he’s pretty sure you can hear his pulse from across the room. turns out being on the receiving end of charm is a completely different skill set, one he’s hilariously unprepared for despite all his confidence.

• there’s a protective streak in him that runs deeper than casual jealousy, rooted in centuries of having to guard what matters most. he’s not about to go full territorial beast mode (he’ll leave that dramatic nonsense to mystery, thank you very much), but there’s definitely a possessive edge that surfaces when other people get a little too comfortable in your space. it’s not controlling or suffocating, more like the satisfied smugness of someone who knows exactly where they stand in your heart. when some random person starts laying on the charm a bit too thick, he materializes behind you like he’s got built-in radar, sliding an arm around your waist while delivering the world’s most politely threatening “hey, baby” directly into your ear. the follow-up “who’s this?” comes with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, all casual friendliness with an undertone of “i will absolutely remember your face forever.” he’s ridiculously confident about your relationship, wearing his love for you like a badge of honor, and honestly? the way he gets all quietly smug about being your person is almost endearing. almost. if it weren’t for the fact that he sometimes forgets to tone down the intimidating demon aura when he’s feeling particularly pleased with himself.

• his fascination with pulse points borders on artistic obsession, like he’s discovered some secret map to your soul written in the rhythm of your heartbeat. sure, traditional lip kisses hold their own magic, but there’s something about pressing gentle touches to your wrist that makes him feel like he’s participating in some ancient ritual of devotion. maybe it’s the vulnerability of that thin skin, or the way he can literally feel your life humming beneath his mouth, but he’s completely captivated by these tender spaces where your essence flows closest to the surface. your neck becomes his canvas, the delicate spot behind your ear his masterpiece, each soft press designed to watch you melt into that adorable flustered state he adores. he’s learned exactly which locations make you shiver, which ones cause that telltale blush to creep across your cheeks, and he absolutely revels in the power of turning you into a swooning mess with nothing more than the whisper of his mouth against your inner wrist.

• poor jinu has become an unwilling encyclopedia of everything related to you, thanks to romance’s newfound habit of turning every conversation into a dissertation about your wonderfulness. this is unprecedented territory for him, considering he’s historically kept romantic details locked away tighter than state secrets. but something about you has completely rewired his brain’s filter system, and suddenly he’s that guy who brings you up in completely unrelated discussions. the other saja boys have started placing bets on how long it takes him to steer any topic back to you. discussing dinner plans? “oh, that reminds me of this incredible dish they made last week.” talking about upcoming schedules? “i wonder if they’ll be free to watch our performance.” jinu bears the brunt of these enthusiastic monologues, getting detailed reports about your latest adventures, your opinions on everything from weather patterns to movie choices, and extensive analysis of that adorable thing you did yesterday that made romance’s entire decade.

special tags: @kk-iki, @mustardd, @untamed-and-unfiltered, @gunshots4

a warm thank you to evie and max for pitching in and giving me ideas when they could, and most of all to kiki who is and has always been my inspiration for writing in general. this is for you.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

© divine7th, 07 / 06 / 25

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Who are your inspirations?? I've been a reader for some time now (both here and on your substack) and i think your writing is just gorgeous. If you have people that inspire you or that you'd recommend i'd love to check them out!!

thank you so much for this sweet ask, my baby. i'm honestly so flattered that you think my writing is gorgeous; that's one of the best things anyone's said about my work. as for my inspirations, well. . .i have no idea where to start, but i'll do my best.

@hcneymooners. if you could only read the works of one person on this list, please let it be allyson. i fear i'll never really shut up about her writing, because it's just so endlessly beautiful. she has an incredibly distinct style and a control over language that will forever leave me in awe. i've been a fan of her since when she was posting avatar: the way of water content, but i never really interacted or said anything until a few months ago and i've never looked back since. one of my most beloved mutuals. i truly can't get enough.

@rubyfrankenstein. i'm always left a little bit shocked by how incredibly eloquent ruby is. there's being able to communicate a point with intricate dialogue and a well - flowing pace, and then there's ruby. she's among one of the best writers i know, and i am always obsessed with her and her brilliant mind. we met a little while ago and almost instantly clicked, and now i'm happy to say she's my platonic soulmate for life. truly the one and only simon riley understander, in my humble (and correct) opinion.

@moonsincarnate. while he doesn't post his writing on tumblr from what i know, i literally cannot make a post detailing my inspirations without including saint. he's one of my very best friends in the whole world (and that's a term i don't use lightly), and i've always taken inspiration from him since we met years ago. she is an overflowing talent and a constant light in my life; there's no one else i'd want to call my heartfriend. i hope he puts his writing out there more often, because it's just magnificent and there's really no other way to put it.

@r0mansr4dio. another one of my best friends forever. we met about a year ago, and i don't think there's anyone i could ever be as candid and open in my feedback about as him. he's incredibly talented and never diminishes what i have to say, and i think he's the greatest character designer i've ever met. i owe him a lot, the list of which would easily take me all day to properly write out, but most of all i owe him my thanks for helping me fall in love with writing again.

@derpboy22. is there anybody better at lore development than angel? i dare you to find someone who is; and spoiler alert, you won't. one of the sweetest souls i've ever had the pleasure of knowing, and one of the most wonderful writers i've ever met. i'm always eager to hear more from him, all the time.

@seraphimsentinel. i first met ser in my inbox, and to say that i've fallen in love with her writing is a gross understatement. she's one of the few cod writers i've met who not only doesn't butcher the characters with the misogyny-fatshaming-racism combo, but makes them feel rich and real in her writing. absolute talent.

@meistwentyinchheels. i remember meeting ely in a fanserver that we've both since left, and i remember thinking that her writing was nothing short of stupendous. i think she's one of the only people who can match me in terms of character - centered angst, and she's easily one of the most memorable. this list wouldn't be complete without her.

again, thank you so much for this kind ask. i love you always and i hope you've found the same joy in reading these people's works as i have.

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my first art fight attack EVERRR >:D a Mie for @kk-iki YIPPEE!!!

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🥂⋆ at the gala

Saw Mystery's concept art and had a lil idea 😋

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Michi

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when you hit your lowest point but decided to embrace the light within you

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made these for my artfight profile but thought I'd share them :)

✩ psst... they're up on redbubble too ✩

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I'm sure the world needs Tiger inspired by Vanessa Stockard's style

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@fearsymbl

Freedom by Pawel Uchorczak

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@kk-iki

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Have way too many hours into this demo. jamie & my winter mc wip