#AND MY NAME IS EZY

[booperbeanv3]

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Homduck

UNPOPULAR OPINION: i mean besides "if you read homestuck without the slurs/poorly aged content you're not reading homestuck" i got nothin. Homestuck will always be dated as hell, that's why people read it nowadays (and. i guess peer pressure)

a lot of old homestuck misconceptions died out in 2012. most people are really reasonable on Tumblr in my experience so I'll rapidfire ramble here. sorry you get opinions plural

-> The way people treat June is insane. You're not gonna die if you admit she used to be a dude named John. Especially considering, y'know, June doesn't exist in the canon. Dove Strider has more basis than June and I don't even like that headcanon (<- FtM Striders FTW)

-> Cont. pls stahp making june like diet jade . you HAVE a silly girl. right there. pls. jade is silly. june is mischievous. learn your jesting terminology! some of you guys write her like your quirky tranny oc and not like. a person. it's rlly obvious for homestuck characterisation in particular bc most characters are at least two-note. even the dancestors. and those guys SUCKED

-> Horrible Gamzee is actually top-tier. Bro is a tar pit. Toxic gamkar(ezi) needs to be explored more... in a way that ISN'T "hurr addicts are evil" i have SUCH strong opinions on how addiction is written in fanworks HOLD ME BACK

-> what the fuck why did we never get good quadrants that aren't flushed or meowrails this annoys me so much. give me a good kismesissitude ffs. pre-retcon davekat could've been so awesome...

-> The retcon was fucking retarded. The way they just never address the disconnect John probably has between all his friends because of this. Maybe it's addressed in the epilogues/HS^2 but I. I'm not touchin that shit

-> The act 6 art style is ugly and I don't understand WHY they kept it up for the post-canon content. Actually I do know why. It's easy to emulate and mass produce at the speed of light. Still, it lacks the charm of the earlier panels. I'd rather have Hussnasty Round 2 than Act 6 Bloboramas

[heyyyharry]

PREVIEW: Deep End - Chapter 19: The Great War

…in which this is the end.

AU: famous!harry, siren!mc, adult modern retelling of the little mermaid? lol, fake dating, enemies to lovers.

WARNING: MATURE THEMES

All chapters / Synopsis / Moodboard / Playlist

A/N: Here's the preview for the last Deep End chapter :)

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The water vibrated violently as the waves crashed onto the rocks and the cave walls, causing a deafening rumbling inside Ezi’s ears. Her mouth tasted of salt and blood and her eyesight was blurry, yet she could make out Dawson’s limb body lying a few feet across. She didn’t know if he was still alive, and she wanted to shout at Harry to go check on his cousin, but Harry wouldn’t leave her. He was on all four, being moved back and forth by the waves coming from the deep end, but he managed to not be knocked over as he crawled toward Ezi, hand reaching out for her to grasp. 

It was happening too fast. One second there was a blinding light coming from behind her, and the next she heard a snap as a greasy large black tentacle clasped around her torso and pulled her back into the water. Harry screamed out her name as she was lifted off of the surface into the air, feet dangling helplessly. Her mother was now ten feet tall, and her fishtail had morphed into thick heavy tentacles. She had taken the form of a giant octopus, at least her lower half was. As her tentacle brought Ezi closer to her, her long sharp claws reached out and pinched Ezi’s jaw, guiding her face up to meet her ink-black eyes. 

“Mother, please…Let him go…” Ezi muttered in Séren, but that wasn’t her mother anymore. That was The Sea Queen. 

Her yellow fangs glinted as she smiled, breath stinking of death. “First, you betrayed me. Now, you come back here asking me to spare its life? Koa, take its heart.”

Before Ezi could react, the sound of shattered glass startled her. She turned her head and looked back over her shoulder. Harry was standing in the shallow end, holding half a broken glass bottle. It must have been washed into the cave along with all the other human litter. What was he going to do with that? Did he really think that he could fight off Koa with only–

Silence instantly fell when Harry aimed the sharp tip of the broken bottle at his own chest. Ezi could see the panic in Koa’s eyes as she looked back at the Sea Queen, who was frozen in shock. 

Harry drew a short breath, blood dripping from his fingertips cut by the glass. “Either you let her go and have my heart, or neither of us would have it.”

[monmuses]

I don't want this to come off as drama, but i'm just curious about some things

i recently read your guidelines and I'm just curious why you have Stols on there if they're allegedly not returning? And isn't goetiia their old blog an evidence or testimony blog now? I'm also pretty sure they said a while back "Charls" is their deadname but i might be wrong.

As for Ezy didn't they leave as well? i'm not doubting your blacklist, i'm just curious about these things

regardless i hope you have a great day!!

hi there anon! and that's okay, i am very open to questions, especially regarding things about my guidelines and what i'm not comfortable with / my blacklist, etc. let me answer this as simple as i can to not drag it on for too long.

(putting this under a read more for the sake of my moots who don't need to read this regarding names & other drama reasons)

as for the situation with Stols, that is true, but with the repeated case of them coming back, i am keeping it there unless they truly have not come back. unfortunately, as much as i want to believe they are staying away, they've broken multiple people's trust including mine. and if that is there deadname, i will absolutely take that off out of respect. from what i had learned, they previously ran a Charlie blog from "All Dogs Go To Heaven" and exhibited the exact same behavior they've been sharing on goetiia.

as for Ezy (and Sheep as they were added around the same time), im not aware of that. all i know is after that whole situation with them screaming about drama, i had honestly forgotten about them. however, it's because of the damage done that i havent taken off their URLs. but for the sake of drama, i'm going to keep the reasons at a bare minimum and just state that there was a lot of shit done in regards to my friends and me. it brought on a lot of attention and turned it into a massive smear campaign that got me in it too. both were responsible for the smear campaign, along with a group

and be rest assured that i mean NONE of this as an indicator that i hate anyone or wish death upon people. there was damage done and the names are up there because of that damage. it is genuinely for safety AND for reasons that have brought harm on me and others. though, i try not to keep up with what they're doing because i really only stay on here to have fun writing.

tl;dr i haven't seen their names show up recently in the RPC scene but i don't trust the situation to take off their names due to the damage done. i hope this sort of clears up the questions you had!

[forgottenluck]

The following urls and/or Muns are people I do not associate with. I do not wish them to be brought to my attention, I don’t want to know about them. I have their urls blocked to where I cannot see them. I will not, however, tell you who to rp with. This is just a warning, a reason as to why I do not interact with them.

Star/Usa/whatever her url and name is now: There was a lot of drama between this person and a group of very close friends of mine. A lot of things were accused, lots of vitrol thrown back and forth. I myself was attacked by those sticking up for this person for even stating that i was on my friends side. So please be aware that this person and those who surround them typically are very manipulative and backstabby, and will not hesitate to use your words out of context should you interact with them. (will also not hesitate to steal your graphics and graphic styles so be careful)

Loke (renascii): While a main reason why I avoid this person is they were one of the people involved with Star, there is another reason; and that is mainly the fact that they are far more manipulative. Loke is not above lieing, cheating, and begging for things to go their way. I know many people who were personally scammed by Loke out of their money or time, so please be aware of that.

Aku: I do not have any personal interactions with this person, but I've heard the stories. I don't want anything to do with that at all, thank you very much.

Ezrile: This one is a bit more difficult to explain, as I'm not exactly sure how things went so south so quickly. The basic gist of the situation (my personal situation and no one else's) is that I could not handle Ezy's personality. They were too much for me, and I stepped back. I was then attacked for doing so, and I realized that Ezy was not only a lot to handle in general, but also extremely toxic, manipulative and all around not a great person. -I was suicide baited multiple times -I was told I was horrible and that death and/or immense pain was wished upon me -I was constantly pressured and badgered to reply to them, and forced to listen to their unmedicated rambles. -And after I broke contact, i found out i was being stalked by them. (This IS CONFIRMED, I have been told of multiple times when I've been vauge blogged or named dropped by them after blocking.) These are my personal interactions with this person, no one else's. Ezy plays a lot of victim cards, using mental illness as a scapegoat and excuse, and refuses to take responsibility for their own actions. In sort, they believe that they get a pass for being a horrible person because they have a mental illness and everyone should just accept them and be friends with them no matter what. Please be aware that they are unstable and proceed at your own risk if you interact with them.

This is NOT a DNI. I repeat, this is NOT A DNI. I honestly could care less if you interact or rp with these people. I just don't like saying "tag it if you rp with these people so i can block" and not give a reason. This is merely MY reasoning as to why I do not wish to see these people on my dash. Nothing more, nothing less.

DO NOT HARRASS ANY OF THESE PEOPLE. Not on my behalf, not on anyone elses. This is for documentation purposes only. I mean it. If I catch anyone doing so, I will hard block you. No matter who you are.

I will NOT RP with any characters from the series Tales of Symphonia or Tales of Symphonia Dawn of the New World. If you are a multimuse that has these characters on it, then as long as those rps are tagged, I’m fine. I have a bit of trauma related to the series and don’t wish to revisit it

I will be blocking all Hazbin Hotel and Viviziepop media stuff, so please tag your roleplays as such!

The reason is that this media often has highly triggering materials that make me uncomfortable. Mainly on the aspect of noncon...but a lot of other things that happen or are implied upon.

I won't block people who are in the community, I just ask you please tag it as Hazbin or Hazbin Hotel so that my blocker will pick it up!

This "Special" part of the rules section will be updated as necessary.

[memento-morianon]

random excerpt

this is from book 2's rough draft, (because i cannot write in a linear fashion) taking place when Morianon and Evarin are on their 5th wedding anniversary vacation to connect with his people and learn more about their culture. Their host is named Zarek, and his oldest son Tezo has voluntarily become their guide for a lot of things. He's very excited to be their friend and help them experience the quetzalin culture! He's also happy to have a reason to practice the "common" international language more, since he's trying to follow his father's footsteps and study linguistics, to become a translator or maybe just to travel outside the rainforest.

excerpt will be partly under a cut because it's long. there is casual nudity but it's not described in detail and the content remains PG aside from that.

Morianon stirred and squinted at the knocking sound that woke him up. Evarin snuggled deeper into his feathers, hiding her face from the early morning light. 

"Sorry to wake you!" Tezo chirped behind the door, "you said you'd like to join a traditional preening, and now is a perfect time." 

"We'll be out in a moment," Morianon called back to him, gently shaking Evarin awake. 

"Early birds," she grumbled, crinkling her snout and rubbing her eyes. Morianon was already on his feet, ruffling his feathers.

"If you're that sleepy, you can take a nap later," he said. Evarin waved a hand dismissively as she got up. 

Once clothed, they joined Tezo outside the guest house. He smiled at them, bouncing on his toes and lightly flicking his tail. 

"I am so happy to show you our traditions," he said, "my friends do not speak other languages, but they know International Sign, so you will not be left out." 

"Thank you," Morianon sighed in relief, "someday, I hope I can hold a full conversation in Quetzalin, but-" 

"We'll get there," Evarin assured him, taking his hand. Tezo nodded enthusiastically, gesturing for them to follow him. 

"You already pronounce our words very good," he said "you will come back again and get better." 

“Of course,” Evarin replied, “every year, at least once a year. If all goes well, we’ll have a hatchling next time we visit.” She squeezed Morianon’s hand and grinned. He wrapped his wing around her, holding her close.

“I am working on it,” Tezo laughed. He guided them over the bridges between trees, past quiet groups of other Quetzalin starting their own morning routines. Morianon looked up and watched a few people leap from their balconies, spreading their wings to fly across the enormous clearing below. A few small flocks of young dancers were already out, twirling in the air, heckling and encouraging each other at the same time. 

“Maybe we should invite some family down here too,” he mused, “just so they can see it.” While he watched the dancers, Tezo skipped ahead with his wings fluttering, calling out to several quetzalin entering a building. They all turned and grinned, calling back and waiting for him.

"Oh those must be his friends," Evarin said, pulling Morianon forward. Tezo waved his friends closer and spoke to them in Quetzalin while gesturing and signing at Morianon and Evarin. 

"These are my family's guests," he signed, "they are learning our language and customs. Be kind and patient." He pointed at both of them in turn; "Norianon and Etharin," he said. Then he pointed at each of his friends; "Lir, Tika, Rou, Otin, Ezi,"and each of them smiled and nodded. Morianon took note of their plumage, focusing on their main colors. Dark blue, red, pale gray, mottled brown, and yellow. 

"We are glad to meet you," Evarin signed, hoping her hand shape was not too foreign to them. But they returned her gesture in kind and she relaxed. 

"Come then, inside," Tezo herded the little flock into the preening spa, letting Morianon and Evarin follow behind him. "We preen nude," he explained while his friends passed through a heavy curtain, "there are shelves for your clothing." 

"Ah, but we only just got dressed," Morianon laughed, holding the curtain aside as he followed Tezo. Evarin hesitated. 

"Tezo?" she called softly. 

"Yes?" he paused with his waist sash half undone. Evarin glanced down at herself, tugging her shirt hem. 

"My body is… very different from yours. Do you think your friends would be uncomfortable seeing me nude?" Tezo tilted his head and pondered for a moment. Morianon squeezed his wife's hand. 

"Ev, they all seem quite nice. I'm sure it's no different from the mud spas back home." 

"Back home, people already knew me," Evarin murmured, pressing her knees together. 

"No one will be uncomfortable with you," Tezo replied, but he smiled apologetically. "They may stare a little; it is rare for outsiders to join the preening." 

"Do what feels comfortable, Ev," Morianon reassured her, "I want you to be here with me." He pulled her forward gently and she followed. 

"I think I'll leave my underwear on this time," she said. 

"That is alright." Tezo removed his clothing and jewelry, tucking it next to his friends' things. "Preening is about comfort. Oh!" He turned with a look of embarrassment. "I forgot to explain preening rules." 

"Rules like no flirting in the spa?" Morianon grinned and untied his waist cloth. "We have that rule at the mud spas too." Evarin smiled, keeping her back to Tezo as she removed her clothes. 

"Yes," Tezo replied, "no being sexy. It is impolite. But, we also have rules about where you can preen another person." He put his hands on his chest. "Shoulders and wings, anyone can preen. Chest and lower, tail, and back, only partners can preen." He moved a hand to his feathered cheek. "Family and friends can preen face and head," he continued, "we use hands for everyone. Preening with your mouth is for loved ones, family or partners, or good good friends." 

"Thank you," Morianon nodded, "we'll be careful." 

Beyond the small curtained room, the others were lounging on benches and the sandy floor. A fountain of water bubbled up from the corner of the spa room, filling a shallow pool. The gray-feathered friend was already in the water, flicking their wings to splash it over their body. Everyone else had spread their wings out, gently laying them over each other’s laps and combing their fingers through the feathers. It reminded Evarin of a braiding circle, laughing with her friends as they all did each other’s hair. 

“It’s cozy in here,” she said, holding Morianon’s hand and keeping close under his wing. He nodded in reply, eyes darting to examine every detail of the space. He admired the feathery carvings on the rounded corners of the walls, painted in every color to represent the whole flock. 

“Norianon, join us,” Tezo waved his hands at the preening circle, getting his friends to scoot over and make room. Morianon followed and sat beside him, letting go of Evarin. She stepped back and sat on another bench nearby, watching as Tezo demonstrated proper preening technique. “Look here,” he said, gently lifting Morianon’s wing feathers, “you have not preened well on your own. It is better with friends; we reach more places.” He picked a few flakes of keratin out of Morianon’s wing, leftovers from his last molt. 

“My friends and family try,” Morianon sighed, shoulders tense. He could feel the dull threat of anxiety in his heartbeat, lingering at the edges of his mind as he allowed Tezo to touch his wings. 

“Watch me,” Tezo said, “this is how we preen. You can try with the others.” His fingers combed over the fibers of Morianon’s feathers, starting from the base and moving toward the tips. His sharp nails pulled the fibers together while also snagging any loose keratin flakes or dead skin and pulling them out. “Hold your fingers at an angle, like this. It works better.” Tezo nodded towards the yellow-feathered quetzalin on Morianon’s other side. “Try with Ezi. And practice speaking too, it is good for you to speak our language.” 

“Yeah,” Morianon nodded and turned towards Ezi. They smiled at him and stretched their wing over his lap. Cautiously, he ran his fingers through their feathers, listening to the quiet conversation all around him. The quetzalin language was chirpy and light, full of trills and clicks. He knew some of the words. Please and thank you, welcome, dancer, watcher, friend. Ezi spoke slow so he could keep up, signing with a free hand occasionally to cover the words he didn’t catch. Little by little, the conversations started to make sense. Gossip, mostly. He smiled. Petty mundane conversation about who was flirting with who, which dancers were catching the most attention in the popular courting circles. His anxiety faded, and he allowed Ezi to preen his feathers in turn. 

Just outside the group, Evarin was also trying to keep up with the conversation. She caught bits and pieces, understanding the tone of humor and sarcasm, noting the central topic of courting dances. The gray friend, Rou, if she remembered right, left the fountain and joined the group, feathers still dripping. 

Evarin smiled as she watched Morianon relax and laugh, stumbling over his words as he tried to speak the language. No one mocked him for it, gently correcting his pronunciation and suggesting words when he faltered. He didn’t turn to look at her, completely engulfed by joy as he became part of the flock. But the others around him did glance towards her now and again. Their eyes lingered on her belly, appearing confused. 

Looking down at herself, trying to figure out what they found so odd, she realized it must have been her belly button. So exposed, the apparent hole in her gut must have caught them off guard. Morianon didn’t have one, she knew. Just a little nub of a scar under his feathers, where she assumed the egg yolk had been connected to him as a fetus. Had he been born in an egg? She wasn’t actually sure, since he claimed his birth mother had been an elf. 

The stares made her nervous. She folded her arms around herself and leaned forward. Morianon was opening up, laughing, making friends. Evarin was alone. She couldn’t keep up with the language, she had no feathers to preen. She longed to sit with her husband, to let someone braid her hair. But Tezo had mentioned that the head was only for close friends and family, and she was a stranger here.

The red-feathered one, she couldn’t remember their name, kept glancing at her more frequently than the others. She caught their eyes and for a moment they stared at each other. They said something quietly to their friend with the dark blue feathers, and then stood and walked away from the group to sit beside Evarin. She straightened up in surprise.

“E-tha-rin?” they asked, waving their hand towards her. She nodded. “Tika,”they said with a grin, tapping their chest. 

“Ket’uh, Tika,” Evarin replied, hoping she had pronounced their “hello” correctly. Tika nodded, eyes bright. They reached their hand out again, curling their fingers slightly. Evarin followed their gaze to her own hand and reached out in reply, letting them touch her. They sat closer, pulling her arm to their lap and looking over it. The hair over her skin was dark and thick, and Tika seemed intrigued by it. They glanced towards her again, tilting their head. She nodded. They hesitantly ran their sharp nails through her arm hairs, combing them as if they were tiny feathers. 

Evarin’s heart felt warm, watching Tika preen her arm hair. They were silent, communicating with her through their eyes and their smile. Hands occupied, they couldn’t sign to her, but it didn’t matter. The room felt so much smaller, suddenly. The distance between Evarin and the preening circle had shrunk, though she hadn’t moved from her spot. Their conversation was louder in her ears, their laughter touched her a little deeper. Tika’s fingernails didn’t leave any marks on her skin, but she felt marked all the same. Like the scars of the stroi, or the braids of the dwarves, proving their place in a family or clan. Evarin had been claimed and given a place; part of the flock.

[unhingedselfships]

More Yakuza!Kadokura KimiKura Songs

Coffin - PVLATINUM

“'Cause I'm about to spend a Month's pay on cocaine Fuck a bitch who got a boyfriend Spit in his face Take a motherfucking 9M to my brain Put my body in designer in my coffin”

Watch Me - Bludnymph

“Fives, tens, hundreds, ones Girls want cash, girls wanna have funds Getting drunk off your attention Stacks so long it make a girl run That's that shit that I love Throw it so fast you got a paper cut Bought out the club, now, it's just us Sip straight from the bottle like”

Mr. Dictator - Saint Motel

“Everybody tends to disagree On just how evil A single human being should ever be And all your bones they scream for more”

Pain Killer - Sickick

“Fuck your intervention I just want to feel your high I don't think I'm quitting Tell me you won't leave my side Nothing really matters You're all I need Nothing really matters But you and me”

Devil in Paradise - Cruel Youth

“I wanna be where the sun don't shine Where the birds don't sing and the kids don't smile They say, I saw the Devil in paradise I wanna be where the night is day Where the roses die and the thorns ain't fake And they say, I saw the Devil with a smiling face"

Hayloft - Mother Mother (Crypto, Jake Daniels cover)

“Young lovers and they are not sleeping Young lovers in the hayloft With his gun turned on, Pop went a-creeping Out to the barn, into the hayloft My daddy's got a gun”

Breathing Fire - BAD CHILD 

“Where the time go, I don't know People come and people go,  Stick around I'll keep you close Go ahead call it unconditional 'Cause we're fire breathers You're a violent creature 'Cause we're fire breathers Yeah, you know I need you”

Bodies - Bryce Fox

“I'm just bored trying to drown the anxiety Wanna see if you got somethin' ugly up in the psyche All I'm sayin' is we got two types of blood Tryna mix it up, is you afraid or what? I mean, away we go, are you gon' pass the love? I'm just diggin', are we on the same page or not? I mean, I'm like my past, I'm wasted”

Definition Forbidden - DNMO, Bijou Dream

“I don't even know your name yet Still, I am fixated Love the way you tell me what I want to hear Love the way you don't love me But still, hold me close without judging”

Sweet - Unlike Pluto, Mister Blonde

“I'm only sweet when I'm high In class, I learned to lie To pretty boys, to pass the time 'Cause I got that good shit, American pride Kiss the kids goodnight and take the Harley for a ride”

Montero - Lil Nas X (Rain Paris cover)

“Cocaine and drinking with your friends You live in the dark, boy, I cannot pretend I'm not fazed, only here to sin”

Fake - The Tech Thieves

“Please don't fake it, show me what you're all about I got wasted, learning how to let it out I can't take it, kiss me with the lips of doubt Please don't fake it, fake it, fake”

Demon Mode - Stileto, AViVA

“Went to Hell and met some friends You know, it's not that bad Cocktails and cigarettes For sins I don't regret”

Vicious - Bohnes

“She's a little bit twisted, little bit wild Little bit fucked up, that's my style Little bit ruthless, little bit raw Razorblade tucked inside of her bra Lovin' that pain, she roughin' me up Guess I do too cause I'm stupid in love”

Roses - SAINt JHN (Banks Arcade cover)

“Turn up baby, turn up, when I turn it on You know how I get too lit when I turn it on Can't handle my behavior when I turn it on Too fast, never ask, if the life don't last, done been through it all”

Maraschino Love - EZI

“Your lips, a sugar rush Like candy on my tongue Once I got a taste, I couldn't stop Wanted every drop, give me all you got I'll sip you out the bottle, you're so sweet like cherry pop Was like, Oh my God, my new favorite drug You go down like liquid velvet, maraschino love”

Heart Shaped Glasses (When the Heart Guides the Hand) - Marilyn Manson

“And I don't mind you keeping me on pins and needles If I could stick to you and you stick me, too Just don't break, don't break my heart And I won't break your heart shaped glasses”

Borderline - Tove Lo

“Good people do bad things too Pretend they don't know, but they do It takes one to know your mind You and me we are one of a kind, it's true I like to feel my bones when they crash into my heart I like the taste of blood when you're tearing me apart I like to push you to the edge as long as you say you're mine”

Mary on a Cross - Ghost

“But through all the sorrow We were riding high And the truth of the matter is I never let you go, let you go We were scanning the cities Walking to greater dues But besides all the glamour All we got was bruised”

Desperado - Rihanna

“Desperado Sitting in a old Monte Carlo A man whose heart is hollow, uh Take it easy I'm not tryna go against you Actually, I'm going withcha Gotta get up out of here and You ain't leaving me behind”

[imsociallyanxiousgetoverit]

This isn’t entirely original (the keyboard inspiration) but I’m having fun with it. I plan to also do some symbol/character work for some of these to make them further unique and mine.

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(English)

The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog

(1- Qwalbet)

Zit jxoea wkgcf ygb pxdhl gctk zit sqmn rgu

(2- Qwerkeys) ⭐️

Xoy kcprs elhbg uhn acfjz hvyl xoy dwqm thi

(3- QweR1ky)

Yjk wiovl ntpem gpc kiqad pbrt yjr zsxu fph

(4- Teblawq)

Ulc pykbh nosrd xse jyfai stco ulc gmqw vsz

(5- Syekrewq)

Izv aulnj mpdtf cdr kugso dyvp izv hqwe bdx

(6- Y1krewq)

Hdb kgtca uozfq izv wgmlj zrbo hdb pxsn ezy

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The Star ⭐️ just represents my favorite of these. I may change the names and looks of these in the future so if you want to know more @ me or send an ask to let me know you’re interested in further posting.

I also have other conlangs that I created and have been using for many years, if anyone is interested in those. I’d say they’re fairly unique- especially since I created them in Elementary and Middle School without influence from the internet’s wide web of Conlang communities.

[talenlee]

Smooch Month 2024

Welcome to Smooch Month here on Press Dot Exe! It’s a month to consider and celebrate and scrutinise at length media that centres and focuses on what you might normally see called romantic media. At some point years ago, I offhandedly referenced the idea that ‘romantic’ is a term best suited to being about feelings and then that’s how I’ve used it ever since and in the process trapped myself into using the term ‘smooch month’ when what I mean, ostensibly, is exactly what everyone else means, in common language, romantic media.

And so! Here we are, with the idea of smooch media!

This theme has been good for me, these past few years. Back before I was doing this theme, I didn’t really like watching this kind of media, finding a lot of this media dull and tedious and emotionally unrealistic. Then I spent a few years making a dedicated plan that I had to watch a lot of these things to have things to write about on my blog, which meant that this thing I normally avoided because I disliked it, I had to experience. Even though I had the belief that this stuff was largely badly made and bad.

And you know what? I was right! I mean, okay, not just that there’s a lot of bad media, because of course, 90% of everything is bad, and bad is always a relative thing but also, like, the media form that is presented as ‘romantic’ media when you open things like Netflix, or browse the DVD rental kiosk at the mall.

Yeah, I started with ‘Video Ezy’ and realised I was incarnating a vending machine.

Anyway, thing is, by dint of forcing myself to look at and participate in this kind of media I got to really look at the stuff that’s crap and put it in meaningful context. Sometimes it’s stuff that harmlessly didn’t bother me, like To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before which was just weird as hell showing a school life that meant nothing to me and access to money that seemed fantastic to me. Sometimes, it was choking my way through formulaic, hateable material like Tall Girl, where the structure was held up and adorned with awful people behaving miserably in the name of some confusing messages.

And I started to avoid that stuff. I started watching more and more varied material, I kept looking at things I’d normally not touch at all. I watched some TV shows. I watched Hallmark movies. I read romantic fiction. I re-connected with shipping culture of my childhood that I had, shamefully, avoided for no good reason but generalised embarrassment. Doing this, I, well, at least when we’re talking about the Hallmark stuff, I saw a lot of really bad stuff there too. And finally I hit a groove when I realised that I had more stuff I wanted to write about for Smooch Month than I had slots for.

A big part of this was learning how much I liked romantic anime, and how the alienated, distanced life of writers completely unrelated to my own cultural background were better at showing me experiences that made sense to me than the people of my own country and the empire I’m in did.

Games still present a problem, of course. There are still not nearly as many videogames with a focus on smoochy relationships that I don’t find dire, and it’s pretty funny when you consider there are literally entire genres about this and how hard a time I have enjoying them. Sometimes it’s interface – I remember that Arcade Spirits is a game I think of fondly but hated playing because there were these constant pauses in the interface and oh also the weird way the game alienated me with its nonsense plot about how ‘what if you played games too much?’ There are so many visual novels which are meant to let you ride a relationship rocketboard and have a kind of sweet smoochy story for fun really quickly, but then they either surface a relationship I find boring like Hustle Cat or a sense of humour I don’t really find funny like Monster Prom.

It’s weird too because it’s like the area of gaming that ostensibly specialises in smoochy stuff is the area I find does the worst job of it. That’s not to say all visual novels are bad, all dating sims are bad. They’re just ones I don’t like, whether because they’re made for sensibilities and preferences that don’t line up with mine, or because they’re less interesting as games than I want them to be.

I do think there’s a particular kind of dating sim game that has gotten attention these past few years that provides a frustrating kind of friction in the conversation, though, with games like Dream Daddy (god that is almost a decade old right) or Hatoful Boyfriend where the whole reason the game got attention is because the game is a joke. Not that the game is actually a joke, but there is a joke in talking about the game, because bothering to take a visual novel seriously, you see, is funny.

Like Doki Doki Literature Club.

Heh.

Anyway, there’s also another axis at work here, which is I don’t think you care about what I like about a smoochy game? I’ve been trying to be more honest about it, more directly clear about what makes these things work for me, but I know I’m having to expose some of myself, my preferences, my interests for all this, and I’m normally very shy about that. On the other hand, I think y’all are aware, thanks to the writing I’ve done that I wouldn’t date Anomen, and that’s not been a humiliating thing to have the public know.

It’s practice. It’s getting familiar with and comfortable with being able to talk about things. I don’t expect you to wind up with a list of my dos and don’ts, but I do think that it’s been a lot better to be willing to say that I find a character hot or think they could take a second swing at a line to maybe get it right this time. I don’t know if it counts as rizz but I can at least let you know what’d work on me.

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[studyestela]

「 ✦ INTRODUCTION ✦ 」

name: estela, most people on tumblr call me ezy, tho timezone: gmt-3 (brasília) currently: working on my bachelor's thesis during my last semester in uni. i'm also a novelist and poetry writer (a beginner one at that) and i create content across social media to try and create a platform for my writing contents. i'm also trying to study more languages this year so yeah… a lot is going on. created this blog to: i've always been a part of the study community and others on tumblr since i was 13, but i've been feeling like the accountability and inspiration could be useful for me right now will be posting: study routine, to-do, goals, resources (i'm a bit of a notion addict) and just reblogging random writing and studying shit that i find inspiring

[anytimetaxi]

The Top Taxi Services in Ahmedabad for a Convenient Ride

Ahmedabad, the vibrant city in the heart of Gujarat, is known for its rich cultural heritage, bustling markets, and thriving business districts. Whether you're a resident or a visitor, getting around Ahmedabad with ease is essential. This is where the top taxi services in the city come into play, providing convenient and reliable transportation for all your needs. In this article, we'll explore some of the Best Taxi Service in Ahmedabad that ensure a comfortable and hassle-free ride.

Ola Cabs:

Ola is a well-known ride-hailing service operating in Ahmedabad. With a user-friendly app, Ola makes it easy to book a ride, whether you're traveling within the city or need an airport transfer. They offer a variety of car categories, including economy, premium, and even auto-rickshaws, catering to different preferences and budgets.

Uber:

Uber is another popular ride-sharing service available in Ahmedabad. With the Uber app, you can request a ride and track your driver's location. Uber provides a range of vehicle options, from economical to premium, ensuring a suitable ride for any occasion.

Meru Cabs:

Meru Cabs has been a trusted name in the taxi service industry for many years. They offer a fleet of well-maintained cabs and professional drivers, making it a reliable choice for both local travel and outstation journeys.

 Mega Cabs:

Mega Cabs is known for its comfortable and well-maintained vehicles. They have a strong presence in Ahmedabad and provide reliable services for airport transfers, city travel, and outstation trips. Their focus on customer safety and comfort is commendable.

Savaari:

Savaari is an excellent choice for those looking for outstation travel services in Ahmedabad. They offer a wide range of car options and packages for different destinations, making it convenient for those planning trips outside the city.

My Taxi India:

My Taxi India is another option for travelers seeking reliable outstation taxi services. They offer a wide network of vehicles and drivers, making it easy to book transportation for various travel needs.

 Atithi Cabs:

Atithi Cabs is a local Taxi Service Provider in Ahmedabad that is known for its competitive prices and courteous drivers. They specialize in providing services for local and outstation travel, making them a popular choice among residents and tourists.

Ezi Drive:

Ezi Drive offers self-drive car rental services in Ahmedabad, which is an ideal option for those who prefer to drive themselves. They provide a range of well-maintained vehicles that you can rent on an hourly, daily, or monthly basis.

Taxi For Sure:

Taxi For Sure, a part of Ola, offers a cost-effective option for taxi services in Ahmedabad. They are known for their competitive pricing and a user-friendly booking system.

Local Taxi Operators:

In addition to these well-known ride-sharing services, Ahmedabad Taxi Service Provider has a network of local taxi operators that provide affordable and reliable transportation. These local operators have a strong presence in specific areas of the city and are often the go-to choice for residents.

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In conclusion, Ahmedabad offers a plethora of taxi services to cater to your transportation needs, whether you're a local or a visitor. These services provide convenience, comfort, and reliability, making it easy to navigate the city and beyond. The next time you need a ride in Ahmedabad, consider one of these top taxi services for a stress-free and enjoyable journey.

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[the-reconstructor]

I've recently tried my hand at expanding the Band of Gypsys live album into a live/studio hybrid, taking inspiration from Cream's Wheels of Fire. This is basically what would happen if Jimi wasn't contractually obligated to deliver BOG and could take the time to make the kind of album he wanted to make, if you will. Here's what it looks like, as posted��over at The Reconstructor:

JIMI HENDRIX - BAND OF GYPSYS (1970)

Disc 1: In the Studio

Power of Soul (Both Sides of the Sky) Lover Man (Both Sides of the Sky) Room Full of Mirrors (Rainbow Bridge) Stepping Stone (Voodoo Child) Izabella (Voodoo Child) - Ezy Ryder (The Cry of Love) Message to Love (West Coast Seattle Boy) Earth Blues (The Jimi Hendrix Experience) Burning Desire (Loose Ends)

Disc 2: Live at the Fillmore

Who Knows (Band of Gypsys) Machine Gun (Band of Gypsys) - Them Changes (Band of Gypsys) Hear My Train a-Comin' (Band of Gypsys) We Gotta Live Together (Band of Gypsys)

The Wheels of Fire connection is so apt that I didn't even have to change the names of the discs when adapting, as both were recorded in the same venue. Not bad at all!

[pokemon-lit-posting]

Introduction post!

Hi!

The name's Klark, and I'm an Ibal native (a region near Alola) currently teaching literature in Hoenn. I don't have a particular specialization, though I do like a lot of ghost types.

I love talking about pokemon appearances within literature. (Before anyone asks, no, having Hamlet's dad come back as a Yamask instead of any other ghost type is perfect, and I won't be taking any criticism on this one-)

Outside of studying literature, I also write, garden and occasionally, engage in pokemon battles. My partner is Dondon the Marshtomp, but I do have several other pokemon as well.

Have any literary opinions you wanna air out, or just wanna fight me on Shakespearean pokemon? You found the perfect place.

More about me under the cut :))

Trainer card:

Dondon the Marshtomp (Hardy, Takes plenty of siestas)

Dondon (short for Poseidon) is the partner I got when I moved to Hoenn. He evolved during my time challenging the Hoenn gyms, but hasn't really showed interest in evolving just yet. I think he just likes being able to go indoors.

Stump the Phantump (Hasty, Alert to sounds)

One of the Phantumps that lived in my hometown. She followed me home one day and never left. She loves hanging out in my library and sleeps in her own little flower pot.

Arc the Rotom (Bold, Very finicky)

A stray Rotom my grampa found in a television he was fixing up. We were supposed to find an owner for them, but they never wanted to leave, so I kept them. Their favorite place to hang out in is my reading lamp.

Annie the Mimikyu (Brave, Likes to thrash about)

Found her at an abandoned supermall. She didn't trust me at first, so I visited her daily (I really liked Mimikyus, so I wanted to befriend her). Soon enough, she followed me home and now she's part of the team. She easily gets bored, especially when I’m busy with papers and can’t play when she wants to, but

Ezi the Umbreon (Careful, Hates to lose)

My mom gave her to me when I was a kid and is essentially my first pokemon. Because of my unhinged sleeping schedule, she evolved during the night.

David the Salamence (Serious, Proud of its power)

Originally my grandfather's pokemon, he gave David to me before he passed away. David is a very old Salamence as my Grampa found him when he was a Bagon back when my grampa was just 5 years old. He's a very competitive pokemon, and loves battling.

Other non-competitive pokemon:

Blue the Espurr

Blue was a stray Espurr that would come into my house to ask for food. She never left and is now part of the family. She doesn't like fighting, but is a big help in the house.

Gummy the Solosis

Gummy is my service pokemon and is a big help in navigating daily life. He is also wonderful company for Blue.

Tag System:

#pokelit - all discussions of pokemon literature will be tagged as so.

#pokemon irl #pkmn irl - all posts will be tagged with this

[petnews2day]

WNBA style rankings: Sue Bird wears stylish image of … Sue Bird

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WNBA style rankings: Sue Bird wears stylish image of … Sue Bird

It’s Edition 3 of WNBA style power rankings, and the trends are emerging as are the style stars. We’ve had some regulars on this list, and I’ve been enjoying watching players embrace the tunnel as a means to show off streetwear and beyond.

We’re a few weeks into the summer season. The sunburns are scorching, and the ice cream is melting, so some of the vibes are reflective of that. Thank you, WNBA players, for cooperating with some fun looks that give me a case of severe vacation FOMO and have me ready to hop on a plane.

10. Stef Dolson

Libs bringing that 🔥HEAT🔥@snipes_usa #OwntheCrown 3/3 pic.twitter.com/2ydiJOFLX1

— New York Liberty (@nyliberty) June 5, 2022

  Dolson cracks this list for giving us summer accessory inspiration. The scarf paired with these sunglasses is giving me all the motivation I need to book a trip to Capri or lounge on a boat in the Mediterranean all summer long. Aperol spritz or San Pelligrino in hand, of course.

9. Ezi Magbegor

Dressed for success. 🔥#TakeCover pic.twitter.com/Qq8VO9vCnR

— Seattle Storm (@seattlestorm) June 5, 2022

  The ’70s vibes of this Canadian tuxedo are immaculate.

8. Jonquel Jones

Game day fits are the name of the game here, but what about when a player’s method of entrance steals the show? Is that worth adding to the ranking? I mean a Onewheel is an accessory at its very core, is it not? Or at least it is in my convoluted way of thinking. It makes a statement and makes Jones look cool. So yeah, this may be open to interpretation as a style, but the effect is not.

7. Ruthy Hebard

#skytown pic.twitter.com/GHvyGBkswh

— Chicago Sky (@chicagosky) June 5, 2022

We’re big fans of the leather flare pants and this top. I never partook in hitting up a club during the peak Y2K era but got to watch and feel like an outside participant because of the big screen. Hebard brings it up to date and offers some fun going-out inspiration for our own times.

6. Skylar Diggins-Smith

Diggins-Smith is becoming a consistent presence on this list, and she leaves us asking, how the heck do we only pick one of her outfits for this ranking? I’m going to need her style secrets because the looks are what I strive for: classic but with a twist. Because I need to select only one here, I’m going with a black leather jumpsuit. Jumpsuits may scream “Top Gun,” but in this fabric, it’s all too cool for the Phoenix heat.

5. DiDi Richards

💜 @Deauzya (🔁: @sydney_b_21) pic.twitter.com/WlEqe4VaNH

— GQ Sports (@GQSports) June 7, 2022

DiDi Richards may not currently be able to play with the Liberty because of injury, but she’s ready to assist and with a fashionable look reminiscent of Daphne from Scooby-Doo. She won’t be stuck on the sideline and left saying “jinkies” in this look. Richards makes a serious case for all of us to buy the nearest scarf or steal one out of grandma’s closet and style it with a cropped top.

4. Arike Ogunbowale

This fit would go hard in Chicago. @Arike_O | #WNBAAllStar pic.twitter.com/0oG0EUMt9q

— Dallas Wings (@DallasWings) June 10, 2022

If you photoshop Ogunbowale out of this tunnel and onto a runway, I’d believe it was legit. That’s how hard this picture goes. Ogunbowale just looks so cool with this top featuring Outkast’s André 3000 and Big Boi.

3. Sue Bird

Rocking yourself on a t-shirt, boss move 🥶 pic.twitter.com/ykodEs2xFY

— WNBA (@WNBA) June 5, 2022

  It’s pretty badass and a boss move to wear your own face on your own shirt. But then again, Bird is exactly that. And yes, the only acceptable pairing is retro shorts. Sign us up.

2. Destanni Henderson

Henny fit strikes again 🥵 pic.twitter.com/BvMtwbTMH0

— Indiana Fever ⛹️‍♀️🏀 (@IndianaFever) May 31, 2022

Immediately humming the “Jaws” theme upon seeing this look, and I wouldn’t be mad if that shark got me and I got to keep this bag. Though the teeth might draw you in, this look keeps getting better and better with closer inspection. Just peep the iconic horror film faces on the shorts. You’re gonna need a bigger closet after scooping up all of Henderson’s pieces.

1. Dearica Hamby

It’s giving real life Barbie 💅@dearicamarie // #WNBAAllStar pic.twitter.com/3p5kLSSBz7

— Las Vegas Aces (@LVAces) June 5, 2022

It’s as if Elle Woods and Barbie merged in the present. The result is Hamby’s spandex/latex ensemble. Monochrome. Hot pink. Stretch. Adding in a Louis Vuitton printed basketball purse with a matching color chain is just the perfect little extra. It’s an eye-popping and No. 1-worthy look.

(Photo of Destanni Henderson: Erica Denhoff / Icon Sportswire via Associated Press)

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the vrsrzi playlist is going to push me over the edge

[yuujispinkhair]

They kiss on the ring. I carry the crown (Chapter 6)

Chapter 1 ++ Chapter 2 ++ Chapter 3 ++ Chapter 4 ++ Chapter 5 ++ Masterpost

You know that Sukuna is holding something back about that night. Is it because he wants to protect you, or is it because he fears you will get scared away by his dark side? When you find out what happened, you realize two things: Sukuna's world is even more dangerous than you thought. And sometimes the King needs to be able to just be a man too.

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: Mafia AU, smut, fluff, also some angst in this chapter Playlist: Mafia AU Songs for this chapter: 247 by David Correy ++ Maraschino love by EZI ++ TiO by Zayn Word Count: 4k Warnings: 18+, smut, some dark crime-related themes (Yakuza, implied violence, implied murder), use of the name Daddy, oral, creampie. This chapter mentions violence, attempted murder, implied murder, face wounds (stitched wound, bloody bandage), and blood. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

The next morning Sukuna informed you that you weren't to leave the apartment without your bodyguard anymore.

You looked curiously at him over the rim of your coffee cup. The horrors of the night before were still fresh on your mind, of course. The haunted look in Sukuna's eyes, the blood, his desperate need to be as close to you as possible.

But this morning, after waking up in his arms, Sukuna had seemed just like always. Greeting you with a slow, gentle kiss, holding you a little while longer in his strong arms before you had to get up.

But the sudden insistence that you should take Nobara anywhere with you implied that things weren't ok after all.

"What's going on? I thought we agreed that I don't need a bodyguard when I go to work or meet my friends for lunch."

You had come to this compromise with Sukuna because you felt embarrassed when Nobara trailed you everywhere. Sukuna had decided that going to work seemed safe enough on your own if you, in turn, agreed to let one of his drivers bring you there, which you accepted happily because it was a welcome luxury not having to use public transport.

But now, the Yakuza boss had suddenly changed his mind.

The newspaper Sukuna had been reading rustled loudly as he folded it to fix you with one of his unrelenting, intense gazes.

"I know I was too lenient with this matter, but it has to change now. If you set foot out of these four walls, it is only with Nobara. And I'm also thinking about appointing Maki as your second bodyguard."

"Kuna... what happened last night?"

"It's not important. Don't worry, sweetheart. But I want you to be safe. Do you understand that? I need you to be safe. So do as I tell you and take Nobara with you everywhere you go. Do it for me."

The tone he used was gentle, but he sounded serious. You knew it wasn't up for discussion what he told you. This was an order from the King.

What had happened last night must have changed his mind. And that scared you. If a man like Sukuna was worried, it had to be a serious matter.

You nodded slowly,

"Ok, I'll take Nobara with me anywhere I go."

Sukuna let out a breath, the tension leaving his body visibly.

"Good girl. One more thing, though, since we are already on the topic of your work. I would feel better if you quit your job and mostly stayed here."

Now that was a big thing! Your eyes widened, and you were already opening your mouth to retort, but Sukuna held up a hand,

"Before you say anything, listen to me. I'm not saying that because I want to control you. I know you like your job, and I'm sorry for this, but I'm worried about your safety when you go around Tokyo and show apartments to strangers. It would be easy to run into someone of the wrong sort."

"Kuna... I only sell high-end apartments and houses."

"That's exactly the problem. It gives you a false sense of security. The Zenins operate in high-end real estate too. It would be easy to send someone to one of your house tours."

He had a point. And it told you something else too. What had happened last night had to do with the Zenins. You couldn't help but shiver even though it was warm in the penthouse.

The thought of a powerful Yakuza clan sending their assassins after you freaked you out. Was this really something that could happen? And should you really quit your work because of this possible threat? You had spent many years working towards your current position.

Your inner turmoil must have been visible on your face because Sukuna's expression softened, and he reached out to place a warm hand on top of yours.

"I'm sorry, darling. I know it isn't easy to be the woman by my side. I'm asking a lot of you, I know that. But I called my lawyer, and he's working on a contract, so you don't have to worry about money. I arranged for you to get a life-long monthly allowance. It isn't affected by our relationship status. So even if one day you want to leave, you will be financially taken care of."

"I am not interested in your money."

A smile spread over his handsome face.

"I know, darling. But that's exactly why you deserve to get my money. I don't want to demand things from you that make you become dependent on me. You should always have the choice to leave. This life by my side won't be easy. So accept that contract, please. I want to take care of you. After all, you take care of me too, don't you, princess?"

There was a playful spark in his eyes, and the smile turned into a teasing sexy smirk when he added:

"And look, if you insist, I can give you a job. Be my personal real estate agent from now on. What do you say? Wouldn't it be sexy to fuck your boss?"

You couldn't help but grin back at him. His words touched you. Sukuna was always a step ahead, always so thoughtful, so caring. It made a giddy warmth spread through you.

"I mean... you are definitely sexier than my current boss. So it doesn't sound too bad, I guess."

The playful banter felt good after everything that happened the night before. And when you walked past Sukuna to carry your coffee mug and empty plate to the sink, he grabbed you and pulled you on his lap, kissing you deeply before he smirked at you and asked in a smooth sexy tone:

"So, do we have a deal?"

You smiled and reached out to grab his tie and pulled him closer with it until your lips were almost touching.

"Hmm yeah, we do, Mr. Itadori. You have your new employee on your lap right now. And yes, I would like to fuck my boss."

"It's always such a pleasure to do business with you."

Two days later, you ran into Yuuji, Sukuna's younger brother. He bumped into you in Sukuna's downtown office, and you blinked in shock when you lifted your head to take in his battered look.

His pretty face was covered in black and blue bruises. There was a cut on the corner of his lip, so deep that it had required stitches. And a bloody bandage covered one eyebrow and part of his forehead.

"Yuuji, what happened?"

He scratched his neck and smiled his typical sweet, boyish smile at you but winced slightly as the movement caused his wounds to hurt.

"I'm ok! It's much better already. And luckily, Megumi is out of the hospital too now. That idiot jumped in front of me! Really had me worried for a moment."

That was the moment when a dark suspicion was creeping up on you. Dread started to pool in your stomach. You were breathing too fast, almost hyperventilating, and reached out instinctively to steady yourself with one hand on the wall.

"What are you talking about, Yuuji?"

But you knew it. You knew exactly what he would say.

"Oh, we ran into a little surprise the Zenins had prepared."

You had been right! The Zenins. And suddenly, all the puzzle pieces fell into place.

The phone call. The carefully blank expression on Sukuna's face despite the fear evident in his eyes. The blood that covered him when he came home.

The bloody knuckles. You had wondered about those a lot. Why would someone as controlled as Sukuna hit someone with his bare fists when he had a whole collection of the finest katanas in the entire country? It didn't add up. But now you could imagine what had happened.

Sukuna had lost control that night because his brother had gotten hurt, and Sukuna's need for revenge had been stronger than any honor codex. So he had used his fists, had brought punishment in a primal angry way, seeking comfort in the feeling of skin splitting and bones cracking beneath his knuckles before he had ended it with a deadly sword stroke.

And suddenly, Sukuna's need to be as close to you as possible when he came back home had another meaning too. He had been insatiable that night, practically starved for your body and your love. You had assumed it was because he needed reassurance that you still loved him even when he did bad things. But now you realized it was more than that.

His little brother had almost died that night, and when Sukuna came home to you, he needed you as close to him as possible to make sure you were really there, that you were safe and alive and with him.

It also explained his insistence that you only were to leave the penthouse with Nobara and that you should please quit your job. Sukuna was worried. Not for himself. But for the people he loved: Yuuji and you. And he had good reason to be.

His brother got hurt, although Sukuna always tried to keep Yuuji as far away from the shadow business as possible. Only letting him work on the legal side of the family business, the Pachinko places, the arcades, the pizza delivery services.

But apparently, that hadn't been enough to keep Yuuji safe. Someone had tried to kill him. Of course, you had known that the Zenins were the Itadori's enemies. But you never took it that seriously until now.

But the terrifying truth was right there in front of your eyes:

The Zenin family had sent an assassin to kill Sukuna's beloved brother. And only luck and Yuuji's and Megumi's ability to fight had saved both their lives.

You felt cold fear grip your heart.

"Oh god, Yuuji..."

Before you could think about what you were doing, you already flung your arms around The Young Tiger and hugged him tightly, sobbing into his chest as your emotions got the better of you.

Yuuji's arms wrapped around you, steadying you and offering comfort. He was alive. He was warm and breathing. You could hear his heartbeat strong and comforting thrumming against your ear. He felt so familiar, the same strong arms, the same way of hugging as his older brother, and it helped you calm down. The tears stopped, but you kept on clutching Yuuji tightly. He chuckled, sounding amused instead of worried.

"Aww, hey, it's ok. I'm fine. It's fine, really."

He swayed you from one foot to the other, making you smile because he had such a boyish innocence about him even after all the things he had to see as the Yakuza Prince.

But it was a needed reminder for you. As much as Sukuna tried to keep Yuuji or you away from it, the danger was still always lurking in the background, and it was closer than you thought.

Another wave of sympathy for Sukuna swept over you, almost chokingly. He was always so strong, always offering safety and comfort to others. But he had so much to deal with while holding the reins over his Kingdom.

You knew for sure that he had killed several people three nights ago. The thought still made goosebumps appear on your skin. But not because you were freaked out by the knowledge that he had killed. It was because your heart ached for him.

You weren't scared of him or appalled by what he did. He hadn't killed for money or out of sadistic pleasure. He had done it out of love for his brother.

It didn't scare you. If anything, it made you love Sukuna even more fiercely.

"I met Yuuji."

"Oh, did you, sweetheart?"

Sukuna's face was once again carefully blank as he shrugged out of his black suit jacket and draped it over the backrest of one of the dining room chairs. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants and walked over to where you were sitting on the couch.

He was still in Yakuza King mode. His handsome face was still wearing that emotionless arrogant expression, maroon eyes fixing you with a dangerous glint in them.

He strutted over to you, moving gracefully, looking far too sexy. No wonder Sukuna always turned heads no matter where he went.

The dark red dress shirt he wore was snug on his muscular torso, accentuating his broad shoulders and narrow waist, and the defined muscles. He looked mouth-watering, and he knew it.

You couldn't tear your gaze away from him. Finally, he stopped in front of you.

His hands wandered up to his tie to loosen it and let it glide through his strong fingers as he took it off. You gulped when Sukuna's fingers started to unbutton the top button of his shirt and proceeded until the swell of his toned pecs became visible beneath his parted collar.

But your mind screamed at you to not let him lure you in. You were aware of what he was doing. Sukuna knew the effect he had on you and on everyone else. He was using it to avoid a conversation he didn't want to have.

And so he was standing here in front of you like a sexy devil who had ascended from his hellish Kingdom to seduce you and wrap you in sweet oblivion. Distracting you with his perfect body and the promise of a good fuck.

Before you were lost in the seductive web he was weaving, you quickly blurted out:

"You know, you could have just told me what had happened. Please don't hide things from me."

Sukuna's hands stopped unbuttoning his shirt, and his maroon gaze met yours. He cocked his head and looked intently at you for a moment but then sighed and shook his head, letting his hands drop to his side.

"And I show you a lot of things, princess. But not this. You aren't...I can't let you see that. I don't want to scare you."

"Kuna! Dammit! I would have taken your whole "you should only leave the house with a bodyguard!" thing way more seriously if I had known that the Zenins send killers after us! And I was already scared that night! I was scared for YOU! I could see something was very wrong! For fuck's sake, I cleaned the blood off you! You let me see that! So why not tell me the whole story?"

The encounter with Yuuji had affected you strongly. You were shaking violently with tears gathering in your eyes. And your voice sounded thick with tears, too high-pitched, almost panicky.

You felt dizzy all of a sudden, reaching out blindly for Sukuna as black spots danced across your vision. You gasped in shock when your hand only found thin air, and you felt yourself fall forward.

But then Sukuna's strong arms caught you. He had dropped to his knees in front of you, catching you before you could fall.

A sob escaped your lips as you got pulled against Sukuna's firm chest, where he held you tightly with his strong arms wrapped around you and his velvety voice a soothing caress against your neck:

"Careful, baby. Don't hurt yourself. It's ok, darling. I took care of things. I'll always do anything in my power to protect the people I love."

He pressed you tightly against his muscular body. And you clutched his shirt between your fingers, clinging onto him desperately as the full impact of what happened three nights ago and what the worst outcome could have been hit you.

What if the assassins had succeeded? What if you had to accompany your lover to his little brother's funeral?

You couldn't even imagine what Sukuna must have felt that night. He had kept such a facade of control for you, only letting it slip when he got home covered in the blood of the people who had tried to take his brother from him.

He had only let you get a little glimpse of vulnerability. But now that you knew what had happened, you were shocked by the depth of the cliff Sukuna had been standing on.

"Kuna, you can talk to me, you know? You can tell me anything. You don't have to go through something like that alone. Please... Share your pain with me. I love you, and that won't change, no matter what you have to do."

You felt Sukuna's chest rise against your face as he took a deep breath before he pulled away just enough so he could look at you.

And finally, the mask was off. Sukuna's handsome face wore an unguarded expression, with an array of emotions flickering over his features. Worry, pain, love. He seemed to be deeply moved by your words.

The rare sight made your heart clench. Your hand moved unconsciously, cupping your lover's cheek, feeling his warm skin under your fingers. You smiled softly at him as your thumb caressed the tattoos on his face, touching him with as much love and tenderness as possible.

Sukuna's gaze softened, and he turned his face into your hand and pressed his lips against your palm, kissing it softly just like he had done in the shower after all the blood had been washed off him.

His gaze met yours. There was so much love in those beautiful maroon eyes. But you also noted how his pupils dilated while keeping eye contact. You could see the growing desire burning in his eyes. It made your pulse quicken with excitement, and the familiar heat was already throbbing between your thighs.

Sukuna's eyes never left yours as he slowly leaned closer, and his voice was husky, full of love but also craving.

"I love you too, darling."

His strong hands ran up your thighs as he leaned closer until his lips were brushing against yours in a soft caress before whispering:

"I wanna fuck you so hard, princess. You have no idea what you're doing to me when you say all those sweet things."

You moaned at Sukuna's words, your lips gliding over his as your heart fluttered wildly in your chest.

You felt his smirk against your mouth while his large hands were already yanking down the comfy leggings you had changed into when you got home, followed by your panties.

Before you could say anything, Sukuna was already on you, manhandling you into the position he wanted. His strong arms were pushing you down on the soft black leather couch, face down, ass up.

You moaned needily into the leather when the cold air hit your wet folds when Sukuna pushed your legs apart. But the cold sensation got replaced only moments later by the feeling of Sukuna's hot cockhead prodding at your wet hole.

Desire was making you tremble. The craving to feel Sukuna inside you was almost unbearable. You wanted to give yourself to him. Wanted to serve him, show him that you meant it when you said he could share his pain with you. Wanted to let him know that he could talk to you about it and fuck it all into you.

You gasped loudly when he pushed into you, stretching you open around his thick tip.

A strong hand landed in your hair and grabbed it tightly, and then Sukuna snapped his hips and shoved his entire thick length into your tight pussy with a powerful deep thrust.

He didn't hold back but instead fucked you hard, just as he had said he would. The living room filled with the loud sounds of skin hitting skin and the obscene wet noises of your pussy milking his gorgeous cock anytime he thrust roughly into you.

And you took everything he gave you, lifting your ass for him, pushing back against him obediently, letting the King fuck you as hard as he wanted.

Loud, needy cries were falling from your lips when his thrusts became extra brutal, almost making you topple over if it weren't for Sukuna's strong hands holding you in place.

"Ah, my perfect princess, taking my dick so well. You like it when Daddy is rough with you?"

"Y... yes. I do... love everything you do to me, Daddy!"

He growled and then pushed you down fully on the couch, pressing you down with his heavy muscular body. You gasped loudly when the air got knocked out of you as some of Sukuna's weight settled on you.

Your body trembled in pleasure, but you couldn't make a single move, effectively trapped between the couch and Sukuna. The new position made his thick cock reach even deeper inside you, making you see stars with every roll of his hips.

His lips were on the back of your neck, leaving hot kisses there, and his teeth grazed your skin, biting and marking you in between low breathless moans.

"Yeah? You love everything I do to you? You're serving your King so well. So fucking well. Ah, fuck! You're so fucking good for me!"

Those words were followed by a low growl as Sukuna fucked his hot spurts of seed deep into your twitching pussy, making you mewl and jerk and beg him for more.

You were high on him every single time he fucked you. All those months ago, Sukuna had given you one little fix of his love, and it had become your sweetest addiction. And now you'd never be able to get enough.

Sukuna pulled out and rolled you on your back, moaning a breathless "Fuck!" when he saw his thick milky cum leak out of you and onto the black leather couch.

And then his handsome face was between your thighs, licking and kissing your swollen needy clit. You spread your legs for him, hands tugging on his soft pink hair again as you pushed your pussy onto his sweet tongue and let him take care of you in the most delicious way.

You came with a loud cry of his name, trembling and jerking beneath him as hot waves of pleasure crashed over you.

Sukuna kept going, though, cleaning you thoroughly, licking and kissing his and your cum off your still twitching pussy. Your cries of pleasure turned into soft moans, and your tight grip on his hair loosened, caressing him tenderly instead.

He finished cleaning you by placing a sweet kiss on your thigh, and one of his dazzling smiles greeted you as you looked down at him.

"Thank you for wanting to listen to me, princess. And for letting me fuck you any way I want and cumming so sweetly for me every fucking time. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me."

He came up to you, leaning over you while bracing himself on his forearms, biceps flexing so beautifully as he leaned down to capture your lips in a slow, tender kiss.

"I mean it, darling. Thank you for everything you do for me. I promise you, I will take you up on that offer. I'll tell you everything."

The expression on Sukuna's handsome face was soft, full of love, and you knew his words were sincere. It filled you with tenderness and affection. The Yakuza King was such a good man for you, so caring and loving, and you wanted to give him the same in return.

You smiled at him tenderly and let a hand run through the short hair of his undercut and into his soft pink strands, letting them glide lovingly through your fingers, treating this powerful, strong man with so much care and gentleness.

Because here with you, he could be just Kuna, just a regular man who had worries and fears too. And you would be his home, his safe place. You would be the one who would hold him and love him and fuck him and listen to him. The one he could share his darkness with.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Soooo we know now what happened that night! Was it what you expected? Also, I promise Yuuji baby and Megumi are both fine again!! Lmao @ Daddy Kuna for avoiding actually talking about things by just dicking reader down once again. You are so smart, Kuna (and so good at it grrr)! But I have a feeling he will open up in the next chapter ♥️ Please let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs make me happy! Thank you for sticking with this story!