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mister13eyond · 1 year ago

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It's okay that you called me Anon, don't worry. Is one of your assholes also trying to reset every single alternative universe you've created? My yes or rather is trying to cancel a certain event, completely ignoring the butterfly effect it could have. For him, chaos theory is nonsense created by humans.

OH THAT SOUNDS DELIGHTFUL AND TERRIBLE i *love* a metanarrative aware/multiverse-destroying character [chef kiss] NOT TO COMPARE TO UNDERTALE AUS but i always loved the whole back and forth happening with certain undertale aus where some iterations wanted to DESTROY the concept of alternate universes/timeline offshoots and others wanted to INSPIRE artists and lead to the creation of MORE offshoots? it's super fun, that level of self-interaction between yourself as a creator and your character as a narrative element but also a RESPONSE to your creation is SO fun!

NONE OF MINE ARE ON THAT LEVEL but I think the closest would be Zinnia- rambling/oc lore under the cut bc it got long!

SO SOME FRAMEWORK IS NECESSARY in my comic universe, angels are beings connected to the mana that makes up the universe, which they can cast as "miracles", while demons are beings made of mana who cannot draw it from the universe around them and must draw it from individuals to sustain themselves instead

As a result of this, FALLEN angels (which Zinnia is) are angels who have not only been cast out of heaven but also CUT OFF from the flow of universal mana

However, because of this, fallen angels can be something like black holes that can wipe out entire city blocks by draining all the mana and life force from beings around them. They're incredibly dangerous. As a result, not only are fallen angels RARE, but heaven also takes precautions when exiling them by shackling them. These shackles act as sort of power limiters, making it so they can only draw mana on a very small scale (and not from humans- it has to be obtained from mana-based beings like demons.) These shackles cannot be removed by the fallen angel themself, and must be removed by someone else.

Since it's pretty dangerous to create a fallen angel, and even WITH the shackles can still be risky, it is NOT done often. It's much more common for cases like Asphodel to happen- where someone is not-so-subtly encouraged to leave and not come back, but no *official* exile is made. They're still connected to the universal mana flow, but are Heavily Discouraged from using it. Like a kid who hasn't been fully disowned by their parents, but HAS stopped getting financial support in any way.

As a result, an angel has to REALLY fuck up to be exiled. In Zinnia's case, he was doing some Extremely Shady business dealings in the renaissance era- he was caught selling indulgences and making promises to certain religious figures that they'd have a guaranteed spot in heaven if they'd just help him with this particular political move he wanted to see happen, you know.... (I'm not saying he dealt with the Borgias, but i'm not NOT saying he dealt with the Borgias, you know?)

It's been A Long Time since then and Zinnia has mostly been kept from any large-scale scheming by a combination of being shackled and also generally everyone in his circle wising up to his nonsense, but he IS still pretty desperate to get his shackles off, and isn't above lying or deceiving others to do so. He's also relentlessly petty and does things like "sic a demon hunter on a demon because he pissed you off one time."

He's probably the biggest ACTUAL threat in the cast, but because he's got a poor reputation and is shackled so he can't use his power for destructive means, he's kind of undergone This form of characterization:

If he ever manages to actually fool anyone into unshackling him, he could be an Actual Genuine Threat, but since he hasn't had any success, he's just like a mean cat that lives in Damian's house and causes small-scale problems.

#the second place asshole is nik but nik is largely just #the type who likes drama and therefore gossips and/or watches chaos unfold gleefully #but he genuinely does have a soft heart under that so he never causes problems that are TOO bad #he just wants to commit Mischief #see: him convincing asphodel there was an author named Ligma Balzac #oc lore #my ocs #zinnia

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nshah01801 · 9 months ago

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My official Website for Authoritative Work, Book Publishings, Blog, Articles & More.

#nikshah #nik #nikplus #nikhilshah #authoritative #authority #authoritativework

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charrchi · 2 years ago

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#some half finished oc stuff #digital artwork #digital artist #book oc #book characters #Jia is the first character Nik is the second #my book characters #oc artwork #ocs #book fanart #author #sketch #sketch dump

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backinmyphase · 9 months ago

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Not your chosen one

"I do." No, you really didn't. And as he spatted the same words you knew that he was lying too.

Synopsis: Two Clans, only one goal. Have a Gojo heir and keep them in power. Satoru and you couldn't be more different. You two were raised completely different. While he is reaching for freedom, you can only hope to have a good prison.

Could your marriage ever be a success?

Or: Satoru Gojo doesn't even know how attached he will grow to his wife yet.

Pairing: Gojo x reader

Contains: strangers to lovers, slow burn, arranged marriage, angst to comfort

Status: ongoing

Author's note: I really don't know when this will be finished, I can be very inconsistent with my writing, so be warned! I try to keep my writing without any grammar mistakes but please have in mind, English isn't my first language!

Not your husband

Contains: arrangement between the clans about your marriage, origin of your marriage, Gojo is a bit of an asshole, traditional trauma

Not fulfilling meals

Contains: Gojo sucks at communicating, first meeting with the higher ups, talking about pregnancy and 'heir', first step towards each other

Not my honeymoon

Contains: the discussion of your honeymoon (who would have guessed?), little argument with Gojo, Gojo tries to be more approaching

Not alone

Contains: a nightmare, Satoru trying to be charismatic, fluff,

Not your letter

Contains: daily nightmares, Satoru being a sweetheart, pressure from your mother

Not the whole truth

Contains: much Angst, questioning trust, trowing up, self hate, mention of curses

Not your wife

Contains: much Angst, fighting, screaming, higher-ups, talking about loveless marriage, meeting with the higher-ups, hurt to comfort

Not my mother

Contains: arranged marriage, generational trauma, jujutsu Clans suck, reader's mom is a warning alone, talking about drugging a person, dark implications

Not my friends

Contains: Geto and Shoko (who would have thought), Angst to comfort, NOT OUT YET

More to come...

Not my kids

Finally my husband

Ongoing Taglist (I will try to add everyone here, as the series progresses, but I will still tag everyone on every part):

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#jjk satoru #gojou satoru x reader #gojo angst #arranged marriage #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jjk #jjk gojo #jjk x reader #gojo fluff #satoru x reader #satoru x you #gojo satoru fluff

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cod-dump · 1 year ago

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When inspiration hits you and it’s angst or at least your perception of it since you don’t consider something angst unless it feels like your heart is going to explode

#nik is soap’s bio dad au #more inspo for it #yay~~#author's note #nik is soap’s dad

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tempfrangit · 5 months ago

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Ohhhhhhhh, Gouge when I catch you I’m gonna fall to my knees and kiss the ground you walk on

How dare you make this amazing piece that I’ll now be thinking about for forever probably. Like I know you’ve talked about how in a PriceNik dynamic, Nik allows John to take lead but this???? THIS — of him holding the reins the whole time and making reader do what he wants???? It was so fucking Delicious that I’m consumed with lust for them

Don’t even get my started on how having to stand there while Nik pisses a stream, I’m not well

Sorry, not PriceNik daughter swap, but may I offer: PriceNik x Reader where you've been dating both of them for a while and you open up to them about having a piss kink, because what's better than one bear and a piss kink? two bears and a piss kink hands

temp omg... i totally forgot i had this ask i'm SO SORRY for sitting on it for so long, it got very buried.

anyway.

cw: f!reader. under/non negotiated piss kink. omorashi. barest, barest hint of age play but it's more about shame than anything (john cups reader's cunt to help her 'hold it' and then it's never brought up again, i just don't want anyone to get blindsided by it.) degradation. alcohol/intox. dacryphilia. some after care

you should've known what they were up to when they kept you plied all evening - wine with dinner, sugary mixed drinks after. water between each round. gotta stay hydrated. they'd kept you wedged in the booth between them, heavy hands keeping you pinned in place when you start to wiggle in your seat. nik's eyes glint in the low light when you try to excuse yourself, but you write it off as a general playfulness when he refuses to move just so he can swat your ass when you have to crawl over him, tiny skirt riding threateningly high on thighs because he's got his legs spread wide, forcing you to straddle him briefly.

he continues to be an ass on the drive home, the first night in the entire time you've known him that he can't manage to get across town in under ten minutes. panic mounts as the drive stretches on, the futile kegels you've resorted to almost seeming to do more harm than good. you don't realize how obvious you're being until john's hand is on your knee.

"break the seal, did ya?" he asks, strong fingers digging into the meat of your quad, callouses catching on the mesh of your stockings.

thoughts smudgy and blurred as the streetlamps that amble by the window, you still don't catch on. "i guess," you demure, face heating beyond the effects of your mounting desperation. "how much longer until we're home?"

"about another ten," nikolai supplies, and you can feel the weight of his eyes on you in the rearview mirror, have to drop his gaze when he continues, "do not make a mess on my seat."

the leather squeaks when you sink slightly into it (or maybe that's you.) "can we stop somewhere?"

john answers for him, "of course, sweetheart." he leans over the center console to turn the heat down, and the sudden loss of the fan which had heretofore been blasting you full in the face makes you shiver, which only makes your pathetic rocking more obvious. he chuckles as he sits back, broad palm finding its way back to you. this time it settles much higher, and you gulp in fright when your incessant moving forces you to grind down against him briefly. he shushes you when you freeze up, cups your cunt more assertively, a child holding their crotch when they're approaching the point of no return. "none of that now - just trying to help."

"stop, that's -."

nik's voice is low enough to be mistaken for the general din of wheels on gravel, but even still you know better than to talk over him when he interjects. "this place should have one."

'this place' is a seedy gas station on a seedier corner. you frown, trying to map out the route he must've taken and come up short. maybe you're more drunk than you'd realized?

he says he'll take you and, considering how they've dressed you tonight, you can't help but be grateful. he's the perfect gentleman right up until he's not - opening the busted door to the filthy bathroom for you and then slipping in after. he just shrugs when you squawk at him. "have to piss, too."

at least he's nice enough to help you hover, laughing as you totter on your heels until blunt fingers wrap above your elbow, helping to steady you. "careful of your pretty dress, milaya," he teases, free hand collecting your skirt and hiking it up, up, up.

"nik," you whine, no real heat. hard to muster amidst your relief, pressure easing by the second.

"quit crying. nothing i've not seen before." you're not sure what to say to that, so you say nothing. keep saying nothing even when you're done, when he keeps your dress pulled high and out of your way so you can wipe.

he talks plenty, after. sends you lurching toward the sink with another pat on your ass before he unzips, the praise he pays your legs in those heels morphing into something you don't understand, russian spilling from his lips as he leans forward, one broad hand planted on the wall. it trails off in a groan, nearly as loud in the cramped space as the echo of his heavy stream.

it's a sound that haunts you after, back in the car. makes you squirm for reasons you don't fully want to look at. it's just the sound of running water, you figure, your mind fixating on it because you know it's a bad idea, will only make you need to pee again.

but if that were true, why aren't you haunted by the sound of the tap after, the wash of hot water over your hands?

---

they rush you to the couch after guiding your through the door. same routine, different circumstances. you hesitate, knowing what they'd want, thinking maybe you should take some preventative measures and -

nik rolls his eyes, impatient. "already made one special stop for you tonight. now, be good."

being good means finding your pillow, kneeling at their feet as they lounge across the sofa, sharing a cigar. john's got one leg propped over nik's, his cock hard and straining in his slacks from yours and nik's combined efforts. he groans when nik finally releases his fly, and you do too, combined relief and satisfaction. though he groans with you when nik pulls you close to nose at his root, lets you get settled and nestled before telling you you're only allowed to warm him for now.

"don't want to waste this while he's otherwise occupied," the bigger man explains while holding the cigar to john's lips, and you try to focus on the movement of the ember between them instead of the new wave of pressure building in your lower abdomen.

they're slow about it. savoring. john's taken to drinking the smoke from nik's mouth when you finally pull off, his whine nearly drowning out your voice when you ask if you can be excused for a minute.

nik looks furious, an unmapped correlation for john's own state, his fog of pleasure lifting briefly as he asks you what's wrong.

"i just need to..."

"sloppy drunk," nik accuses. his shoe finds its way between your knees, knocks the one closest to him wider. as if daring you to argue. "like you said, broke the seal."

if you were expecting sympathy from john, you're sadly disappointed. he just chuckles, tips his head back onto nik's bicep again. "in a minute, sweetheart."

"but -."

"enough," nik snaps, big hand wrapping around your neck to pull you back onto john's cock. you can feel the wet wrap of the cigar at your nape, spit warm and tacky. "you can have your little bathroom break when you've earned it. make him cum."

permission and a goal, you're insatiable, head bobbing on john's cock too fast, too quick, but john doesn't seem to mind. his stomach twitches, breaths panting into nik's mouth before he adjusts, palm splaying over your crown to steady you. but you don't want to be steadied, tongue working where he prevents your lips from reaching. you hear him gasp, voice tight where it echoes in nik's mouth, "oh, fuck -!"

and then nik's fist wraps around his root, hard, and you both groan in frustration, the crash after the build letting your return to your own body long enough you remember your own state, the pressure now having built enough you can feel it in your back, even. you let john's cock fall from your lips with a pop, your hand falling to your lap where you're not quite desperate enough to hold yourself. "nik, please, can i -?"

"no. hands on his thighs."

john's just as displeased. "mate, please. i want -."

"shh. i said hands on his thighs. that's it. now, make it good this time."

you don't make it good. you don't think so, at least. concentration isn't really in the cards for you like this, whole body shuddering each time your rock forward and compress your tummy. john's loud though, deep grunts at least covering the sound of the slow, quiet trickle you can't quite stem. it's humiliating, but you're gone enough on the drink and the space, and the safety of john's thighs that you don't think to question it. not really. not enough to crawl away, hide your shame.

not when nik notices, knocks your knee impossibly wider and tilts john's head your way, blunt fingers wrapped around the other's jaw. bone white cage hiding the nest of his beard. it's where your gaze levels off, unable to meet their gaze when nik starts to rumble, "look at our girl, hm? so desperate to please you she'll stay right here. pissing on the fucking floor like a dog just cause she's gagging for a taste. give it to her."

you think you might be crying. hard to tell, just one more leak you've sprung. add it to the mess. you get your confirmation when your breath hitches and john's cock, lodged deep as you can manage, twitches with it.

"now, john."

it's a struggle to keep breathing when he cums. dominates all your faculties. you release with him, with nik's steady voice blanketing over you both. there, doesn't that feel better? he plays dirty, grinds the toe of his shoe up into your clit just to watch you twitch and shake, hear your breath hitch again and again.

you should get up, run away on coltish legs. but you feel wrung out, look like it too, what with the puddle around your knees. john notices your shaking first - or at least he's the first to care about it. he rubs soothing circles between your shoulder blades as he tries to collect himself, voice a low rumble you can't quite decipher, though you think you hear something about an accident. it makes you turn your face into his thigh, try to hide your embarrassed tears in the meat there.

nik's less understanding. you feel him fold over john's leg, peering down the length of your back to the mess you've left on the floor. you're on the defense before he can even say anything, curling in on yourself even as john fights back, lazy hands regaining their strength just enough to tilt your head up, make you meet his gaze.

"now, now, sweetheart. we're not mad, but you've made quite the mess, haven't you?"

you nod, already scrambling for the linen closet. you can feel their eyes on you as you stumble away, off kilter on the heels nik never let you take off and you try not to think about the damp scrape between your thighs.

when you return, they're back to kissing, john's hands working the stiff outline of nik's cock through his slacks. you try to ignore them, hope that they're too absorbed in each other to pay you much mind as you debase yourself further, mopping up your own mess. it's hard not to listen to the sounds of them, though, deep grunts and heavy breaths, clothes creaking under strong grips. they never handle you this way, can only get rough with each other. know how much you adore watching it, too.

it seems impossible that you could somehow be wetter, but when next you rock backwards onto your heels, you can feel it: a growing slickness and a familiar ache building, low and subtle. it's confusing, only serves to upset you more, considering how disgusted you should be with your situation, but then nik's got his head tilted back while john's working his cock, the cord of his neck flexing as his groan slips off into russian, rounds off enough to briefly pass for english, just long enough to pant a few words in john's ear, a perverse inverse of when he -

you should have known what they were up to when they'd kept you plied with drinks all night. when nik had stolen half the water he'd brought you right back. yours had been an accident, but there's no mistaking this - john's ministrations keeping the stream aimed at you, near as he can get, at least. it doesn't quite make it, falls just shy, by your knees. close enough you can feel the splash of it, though, startlingly hot against the bare skin of your thigh.

almost as hot as the fresh tears on your face, embarrassment, shame and confusion knotting within your belly until nik's finally sated, panting as if he's run a mile as the stream stems off, dribbling weakly on the floor in front of him before john gives him one last tug and flicks any remainder away. if hits you on the cheek, one last insult that finally gets their attention when it pulls a weak sob from you, and then they're on you in an instant, john pulling you up onto the couch between them while nik splays wide, lets you fall against him so he can murmur apologies into your scalp. john's got his hands all over you, as if checking for bruises - the way he does sometimes when he's been too rough with nik. he won't find anything worse than the tenderness of your knees and the ache in your ankles, you know, but it's nice anyway. at least, if you can forget how filthy his hands are.

not like you're not in any better shape, but they don't seem to mind. get you splayed out over nik's lap, tell you to ignore his still-hard cock. john's heat disappears soon after, one whiskery kiss pressed to your shoulder before he takes over cleaning you up with deft fingers and a wet rag. you hear his knees pop when he crouches to the ground after and takes over where you left off, cleaning nik's mess without complaint.

"were we too mean, milaya?"

he whispers it like it's private - a question just for you, though you know john's eager to hear your answer, too. "maybe," you hedge, the low simmer of shame building back up in your belly now that you're being forced to talk about it all.

"was john, wasn't it? he fuck your mouth too hard?"

you can hear john swat his shin with a wet rag and nik's chest quakes with a chuckle beneath you. it's just disarming enough to reel you back from the spiral of your thoughts, fish on their line as always. "not sure i liked it," you start, and then remember the way your cunt clenched around nothing when you'd finally let go, the dirty grind of nik's toe into your engorged clit. "well. maybe."

"won't be as mean next time," nik proposes, and now it's your turn to swat him, feather light on his bicep.

"next time is presumptuous," you scold, and he looses an exaggerated groan, head thumping against the back of the couch.

"but you're so cute when you get squirming," he pouts, and you're about to tell him he could be the one squirming next time if he wants to make it up to you, but john chooses right then to be done, sticky fingers wrapping around nik's flagging cock, so close you can feel his hairy knuckles against your vulva while his other wraps around to press on your tummy, a sudden and effective reminder of just how much they made you drink tonight.

"don't know why we're talking about next time when we're not even done here."

#when Nik scolds Reader after flexing his control??? I need oxygen #someone take me to the UC #god now I’m forever changed and assigning the guys dacryphilia kinks #how DARE YOU continually alter my brain chemistry #that’s it #I’m writing PriceNik x Reader and I’m blaming Gouge!!#pricenik x reader #author: pricegouge #tw piss #tw alcohol #tw dubcon #tw degradation

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