#but at other times. it's just lazy writing.

[skyartworkzzz]

Like The Other Ones

HI YES IM FINALLY DONE HOLY SHIT

OKAY SO this was based off on my own gameplay of COTL, I noticed that everytime Id put food orders in, Narinder would usually be the one to prepare them And honestly? We love a malewife in this house so I dig that for him, ma guy is a skilled cook <3

As I wrote down the dialogue, it just got deeper than I expected SO HERE YALL GO WITH A FULL ASS COMIC ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP, ENJOY!!!!

This shit took me weeks Ill go recharge my soul now brb-

[l0tt1emy]

Ghostfacelottie Matthews x Fem!reader

Summary: Lottie isn't wrong for being a ghostface, you're wrong for trying to let her

A/n: Thank you for the 174 followers :(( it's a lot for me, alsoo This is so long and I haven't even finished this..please don't kill me, Maybe I'll make a part2..that looks horrible for me ngl, please don't read this if from the mentioned warnings it seems weird, I thought a lot about writing this ;P no proofhead, bcs lil bro karol it's lazy

Warnings: Smut, Dom!lottie, this summary maybe don't make sense ;P READER IS A FUCKED WITH HEAD PROBLEMS and lottie too, Possessive jealousy, knife play, name written on the thigh, lick blood, masturbation with a (fake) gun, dubcon

This happening was definitely not in Lottie's plans, She definitely shouldn't do that, not to her girlfriend, but who can blame her so much

Lottie was overflowing with jealous, she was always a controlled person, that's in her mind, she hated that things didn't go the way she wanted and had to do something about it.

Her footsteps now resound through your shared dorm with Natalie, this past few weeks Natalie was more intimate than usual, she started talking to you more and asking for help with Travis, about how she wanted to have sex with him or even the things she wanted to do, and lottie didn't seem to like it at all

Your routine was very complicated and you were the busiest person on your team, you had to check the equipment together with Misty, and you were also the person who sometimes played the role of leader when Jackie wasn't there, throwing parties in your dorm. with natalie and letting the girls sleep there, today was not a different day, you were the last one to arrive at the dorm and lottie knew it, leaving her proper dorm 2 hours early to enter your shared dorm and stab natalie 10 times allegedly , she would have already died

But you were too tired to notice that, your heavy steps on the soft carpet that Lottie bought to put on your bedroom door rubbed your feet, and you just went into your room without even talking to Natalie

you just locked your door and ripped off your pants and blouse, putting on a small pair of shorts that didn't hide anything, and wearing a bra as you lay down facing the ceiling, trying to think about anything other than the million tasks for the next day, so the more you thought the more your eyes closed. unconsciously, until you sleep

lottie was on the way to your window as always, when you guys started dating, you couldn't stop having sex, but natalie couldn't see her coming in through the front doors, so she chose to go in through your window open

So the phone rings making your body twitch and scaring you a little because your room is quiet, you turn your body a little towards the headboard still with your eyes closed, unable to find your cell phone so you finally open your eyes, your pupils burning from the small glow in the middle of your room, then you see the name "shana S22" on the screen

sighing dramatically you just drag your finger to the screen, having to repeat the same movement twice "Hello? are you there?" Shauna's strangely hoarse voice sounds softly in the room "What happened?" "Natalie isn't answering my messages" shauna's voice resonates, she seems anxious "I was going to surprise Jackie" she says "she was going to help me" she adds, as if you had demanded

"okay...hm..." You say sleepily and get up, the bed creaking slightly "I'll call her" you say and shauna immediately says "Wait" she says and you raise an eyebrow "what do you want shauna, I want to go back to sleep" the line goes silent, just a breath being heard "Fuck you shaun-" the room window closes and you look back quickly, seeing the window closed, your knees bend with a strange sensation in your belly, but not from fear..

You look at your cell phone and turn it off, throwing it on the bed and quickly running to your window and seeing nothing, what if it's a thief? comes to your mind, why would they rob you now? Then a click resonates towards your closet. Did someones break into your dorm? your thoughts running wild and going to natalie

you quickly open your door running to the other side of the dorm, knocking on natalie's door, silence is what you hear

"natalie!" you call, not wanting to wake the neighbors, nothing is heard, you can feel yourself breaking out in a cold sweat, you couldn't die like this

you knock on the door louder but then a gloved hand pulls your hand making your body turn towards the sound and a burning sensation passes through the side of your neck, a cold round sensation

your face is forced to look straight ahead, your vision blurring with fear and tears burning your eyes

"Shh baby..." a male voice resonates and sends shivers down your spine "look how beautiful you are" the person speaks in your ear and a hand goes to your belly

You should feel scared, but a strange feeling passes through you "Don't worry about that bitch" the person says "she doesn't matter now" the person adds coldly

You start to feel a lump forming in your throat, your eyes twitching as you try to think of something but your mind is foggy with fear and strange feelings, you never thought you would be right now with a killer reaching up and touching you

the person turns you around to face their body, leaving you facing them, their mask giving you goosebumps, the person takes their hands to the waistband of your shorts and you freeze without knowing what to know, the person takes the gun to your head and your lips tremble

" I bet you'd love to be fucked dumb" the person murmurs, the gloved hand coming out of the waistband of your shorts and being taken off, revealing feminine hands??..

The hand goes back up your body and sinks into your panties, and you can't move away, your body locks in place, your eyes looking at the mask, tears blurring your vision "Please let me go" you say, your voice shakes a little, and you expected anything other than a familiar, feminine laugh to brush your neck, you feel the tears growing “I thought you liked this" A familiar hushed voice rings out "I mean" "You seem to like it, you're so wet" the voice rings out teasingly and you feel your cheeks turning pink

you can't recognize the voice that much because the mask seems to muffle it a lot, the hand rubs your clitoris and you put your hand on the person's arm, not knowing whether to move away or bring the person closer, a low moan escapes your lips "I I'd be mad at you if you weren't so hot right now" the voice says, more familiar now, then the hand with the gun drops and your shoulders drop, relieving the tension you didn't even know you had

The hand goes to the bottom of the mask, pulling it up and revealing wavy and slightly messy hair, then when it touches the mask, it is removed and you see a cruel and familiar smile appear in your eyes, your pupils dilating that was Lottie

You burst into tears, unable to believe for even a second that it was Lottie, you try to move away and her hand throws the mask on the floor and grabs your arm, her eyes looked like pins "So is it bad when I reveal myself? You Are you a slut and want to be fucked by a stranger?" she says with a smile "Not for your girlfriend?" she growls

" W-what..I don't want this" you say turning your face away from hers, she presses the gun against your head again "will you shut up and let me do what I want" she hisses with her teeth clenched "or I'll blow your head off" she adds getting close to his neck as she starts kissing him, nibbling and sucking the sensitive flesh, her hand returning to your shorts

She lowers the gun to your abdomen, while her mouth moves to your throat, kissing it aggressively and moving up to your mouth, kissing you desperately, each movement giving you the shivers of the gun rubbing your skin

she kisses you aggressively, without waiting for air to breathe, sticking her tongue in to taste you, not even seeking permission, she puts her hand on your waist and you stagger towards the wall still kissing her, she quickly takes off your shorts and throws them anywhere from the ground and lowering the gun to your core, you immediately startled and moaned, and felt your lower lip being nibbled aggressively

you move and the gun gives the right amount of friction to your sensitive clit, lottie notices this and moves the gun up and down quickly on your clit, you feeling dirty for getting the perfect sensation to cum right now with a fucking gun which was definitely used to kill someone

Lottie reaches up to your back with one hand and reaches for the clasp of your bra, opening it clumsily with one hand, falling to the floor then, you in Lottie's view were like a feast, your hardened nipples beckoned and invited her to taste, Without even waiting a minute, she sinks her lips onto her left breast, sucking it and licking it, making circles with her tongue, then her weapon continues caressing her clit, a strange sensation coming, you couldn't cum just from that, it's a shame

you squeeze the nothing, your pussy desperate for more and your hips fail, swaying unconsciously towards the gun, seeking more friction, Lottie releases your breast with a pop and kisses you again, rubbing your clit harder "Are you going to cum from just this?slut" lottie says with an approving tone, rubbing harder, your hips kept seeking more friction like a slut, within a minute the sensation breaks, your head fogged with no coherent thoughts, you mumble something and grab the Lottie's shoulder to keep from falling while her mouth continues to be used by Lottie

She moves away her weapon which was now a little wet, a stark contrast to her panties which were soaked, if that wasn't an understatement to say so

She squats down and a tsk is heard, she turns your panties aside revealing your swollen and wet folds, Lottie slowly takes two fingers to your entrance and bends them collecting your sperm, she stands up and opens your mouth forcefully, sticking her fingers there inside, you felt disgusting, the taste of your own arousal on your tongue, you suck her fingers without hesitation

Lottie pulls them away and instead uses her own mouth, feeling her arousal herself, she moans dramatically "So good" she murmurs unconsciously

Lottie pulls your hips and lifts you up without any effort, taking you to your room and purposely leaving the door open, she throws you on the bed and gets below you, your face flushes with embarrassment and you close your thighs, being quickly reprimanded, Lottie Slaps her right thigh, which makes her red, then Lottie pulls a small knife from her pocket, her eyes widen "You're going to love this.." she says in a sensual murmur "Love being marked by me" she adds "so everyone knows who your owner is, and it's not Natalie" she ends up taking the knife an inch from your right thigh, you start to prepare for the pain, but then Lottie doesn't move making you sigh in disappointment, a laugh teasing rings in your ears and you feel like sinking into a hole "Please just stop-" a sharp pain soon turned into pleasure passes through your thigh, your clit pulsing in response, Lottie slowly tears your skin, the blood soon getting visible and Lottie smiling in response, she makes the letter L on her thigh and walks away, her thighs inevitably shaking

Lottie blows on the wound and you moan softly, the feeling is very strange

Lottie then opens her mouth her tongue sticking out and licks the wound, her tongue being stained red, Lottie's pupils dilate and she gives a smile "So sweet" she murmurs and licks more closing her eyes, after a moment She takes the knife and slowly drags it across your skin, your thigh shaking in pain, she takes her hand and forces your thigh to the bed, tearing the letter O on it, and taking a moment to admire what she did, her eyes were looking closely at the blood, your pulse quickening

She takes her thumb and rubs it on the wound, the pain slowly penetrating, Lottie raises herself up a little and brings her thumb to your lips signaling for you to open them, and you do willingly feeling the taste of your own blood, the taste was really sweet, Your head goes foggy and you close your eyes as you feel Lottie's weight leave your side

Your mind is too hazy to process and for a second you think you would have passed out if it weren't for Lottie's hand on your waist aggressively pushing you forward, you open your eyes quickly your body twitching as you feel a round tip at your entrance

You open your eyes and see Lottie with a pink strap looking straight into your eyes, for a second you feel like she's going to drill your head with it, until her eyes stray to your core and take two fingers to your entrance, rubbing it teasingly "I'm going to fill you up baby" she whimpers approaching you, your eyes widen when you see the size of the strap, it was too big it wouldn't fit

"Lottie don't-" "yes" she interrupts you "I'll make it fit" she says in a whisper, grabbing your hips and rubbing the tip at your entrance, She pushes in with ease, your hips and hers collide

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Peach..

I miss him so so much.

Can you gush about Jimin ?

Love how you wrote about him.

Thank you so so much in advance.

Whenever you are free. No pressure.

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Hi @misslauwie

When your ask came in weeks ago, something in my chest squeezed a little. Because god yes I miss him too. Sometimes it feels like the whole world is kinda 'off', like everything is 'wrong', like we're all stuck in a holding pattern of sorts... And for anyone who thinks that's too dramatic, no it's not. Look around you. The world is kinda fucked, and the reason is because Jimin isn't on stage right now seducing the crowd performing like rent is past due, dancing his heart out, and singing like the fallen angel he is.

It's hard for me to talk about him these days though... I mean, there's always so much to say when it comes to Jimin, but the words don't form quite right for me these days.

Is it alright for me to simply post some pictures I come back to when I miss him and jikook?

Assuming I have your permission, that's what this post is going to be about.

(they cuddle)

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There's this one from his last live before enlisting. Bare-faced, in an all black hoodie and beanie outfit looking hot as hell. It's the way he's giving 'Korean skaterboy who moonlights as a hacker', but at the same time he comes across as responsible, capable, and real. Cute too.

But lol, maybe that's just what I see when I'm biased.

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Who else gets stuck looking at his eyes?

There's always so much to say about Jimin because literally everything about him could yield its own thesis. From the range and depth in his stage personas; to how pretty his body features are, before they morph into something more... deviant; to his voice that polarizes and entraps every audience. There's so much to talk about when it comes to Jimin, but I keep coming back to his eyes...

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(This gave you whiplash didn't it :))

He's always known exactly what to do and how to do it.

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Jimin is giving 70s cult leader in this shot and it's a fave. He's too modest to ever ask, but we all know we'd join a commune for him if he pulled that zipper down a little lower.

Anyway. Does anybody know why he likes this pair of shoes so much? I've always found them a bit ugly, but somehow, he makes it work. And it's clear he likes them a lot since he wears them all the time. But like... why?

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Another picture I stare at on days when I miss jikook jikooking, is this one.

It's the moon in the shot that does it. The lines and symmetry, the afterglow of the sunset, Jimin's wide curved back, Jungkook focused on him, Jimin focused on him too, the fact someone else saw them like this and took this picture. They could've been chatting about what they'd like to eat for dinner or some other mundane thing, but it's the care and focus they show for each other that comes through so clearly for me in this shot.

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This one has a place in my gallery because it's peak jikook.

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As is this one:

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Anyway.

Down bad for Baby G.

Imagine if PJM2 has a track like Set Me Free Pt 2 + Tony Montana... imagine the cataclysm it will cause in k-pop, imagine the havoc this cutie patootie pie will cause.

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Sigh.

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One day, when I find the words, I'll try to write about all the ways he charms. I owe a kind person from Tumblr (KPFT) a post about him.

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In 2025, he'll be a 30 year old man desperate to get back on stage. And lord, I just hope everyone is ready.

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This is the last one.

I come back to this picture sometimes because back then, they really did just have eyeliner and a dream. He gave his all right from the start and has created life-changing art. It's endearing to know he's both a bit of a workaholic and can be lazy too... and to know he still sleeps the exact way - like this:

...and this:

..and this:

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@misslauwie I miss him too. Also miss Jungkook and the rest of the tannies. For Jimin, it makes me very happy that at least, Jungkook is with him.

He'll be back soon. 💜

[moodymisty]

So I'm suffering from life threatening levels of Perturabo brainrot and got a lil scenario idea stuck in my head while I was taking a shower: One of the serfs that does mundane housekeeping tasks throws all self-preservation aside when a curious little contraption Perty made catches her attention while she's tidying his quarters. It's a harmless trinket he made in his spare time, a clever little puzzle box, and she can't resist the urge to get a closer look.. Cue Perturabo catching her touching things she shouldn't be touching. He feels a flash of anger, but its quickly doused by the look of genuine wonder and awe at something he made simply as a mundane time-waster between campaigns. When she notices him in the doorway staring(glaring) at her, it's like being doused in ice water and she hurriedly sets the trinket down and apologizes profusely as she scurries away. Over the next few weeks, Serf quietly fears for her life due to her impropriety.. While Perty decides he wants to see that look again and sets about making a little courting gift - a music box that plays a lullaby/tune that is popular on Olympia.

Sorry if this is way too specific, you can change whatever you'd like about it to fit your tastes!

PS: I love your writing style so, so, much. Thank you for all you've created and shared with us 💕

Author's note: I like the idea! I changed it a teeeny tiny bit, but only because I didn't want it to run on into a massive block of text. Enjoy, here's some Perty meetcute.

Relationships: Perturabo/Fem!reader

Warnings: Not really any other than Perturabo's attitude

Returning to his private workshop Perturabo can tell by the door being slightly ajar that someone is inside cleaning it, and opens it fully to let himself in. Out of his armor he's wrapped up in clothing more suitable for the cool evening, walking underneath the dimmed lights.

He's always hated bright rooms; The few windows in this room provide enough sunlight during the day to work, and at night to keep it bright enough to work but dim enough to avoid a headache.

Not long after entering he notices your form in the corner, picking something up off the floor. He pays no mind and walks past, completely ignoring your presence other than that momentary glance. He's seen you before; You're usually the one cleaning the innermost parts of his chambers like this workshop. Perhaps you're the only one brave enough, and the only one that hasn't gotten thrown out for being in his way.

Sitting down the chair creaks in complaint but he ignores it, leaning forward over his desk. For awhile he simply glosses over his designs, old and new blueprints with a lack of interest, before his eyes wander away from it all. They're all just improvements for already existing war machines, nothing that keeps his attention for long.

He sees you now working on cleaning an area close to where some of his smaller projects are sitting, collecting dust, but he can tell as you clean one in particular has caught your eye.

It's the old puzzle box he had made when he was far younger; It's simplicity makes him scoff now in shame of his less experienced hands so long ago. Though even then, it far exceeded what anyone on Olympia could dream of making. Perhaps that's why it caught your eye, a stand out among little automatas, music boxes and miniatures.

He sees you looking at it, curiously gazing over the pieces that interlock together. It seems like you're trying to figure it out in your head rather than picking it up and risk his anger. You don't notice his gaze on you, his brow still furrowed but not in anger- deep set eyes hooded in lazy curiosity.

Once you either give up trying to figure it out or realize you need to return to your work you turn away from the box, but your sleeve accidentally catches on the sharp edge of the metal. It shifts and falls off the table, thinking that you're moving it as if attempting to solve it. You uncharacteristically swear, and snatch the box out of the air before it hits the ground.

You look at Perturabo momentarily and see him watching you, and he can see you swallow the knot in your throat. Your back straightens as you look away and towards the puzzle box in your hands, fingers brushing over it as you make sure it's unharmed.

With a grunt of effort Perturabo gets up out of his chair, and he sees you noticeably freeze up at the fear of his approach.

"You're supposed to turn it."

You look up at him surprised for a moment, before looking down at the box again. It's large in your hands, he'd scaled it for his own, but you're still able to fiddle with the mechanisms with little issue. He watches your eyebrows raise as you gain understanding.

"Oh, I see."

He hears the soft clink of one of the mechanisms inside unlocking- he knows there's four left. Your eyes are locked on it trying to figure out the system, and he can see you're making progress, faster than he might've expected you to. He doesn't stop you because of it; He's curious how far you can get.

You stop about halfway to figuring out the next part, and slowly go to place it back onto the shelf where it had been collecting dust.

"I think this would take me quite awhile to s-" Perturabo jerks his chin slightly towards you.

"Keep it."

You look at him wide eyed, and pull back from the shelf to continue holding it in your hands.

"It stopped amusing me long ago."

You thanked him for it, with a soft and sweet smile that made his nose wrinkle, and you got little more than a grunt in response before you finished your duties and left him in silence.

You returned the finished box to him three days later, opened. Perturabo, amused by it, had plucked another puzzle box he'd made in one of his moments of particularly sour moue off a high shelf, and handed that one to you. You'd returned it six days later, solved.

You had detoured from your assigned tasks to return it to him, and left shortly there after. Your hands had barely closed the door behind him before he pulled out a fresh piece of parchment and started to draft a new one, the first he'd be making in many years, something finally keeping his mind busy as he glossed over his old and forgotten creation to make this new one.

He had noticed your tiny fingerprints on the metal one time he'd looked up, pen stopping for a moment as he stared at them before returning to his work.

He's not here today, you notice.

The workshop is empty, though you aren't entirely surprised. The Iron Blood left port this last week, and you assume Perturabo went along with it.

What is surprising is that quite quickly you notice that there's something set out on his desk, in clear view. There's parchment being weighed down by it and you can't help but take a look, having to near climb from how high the tabletop is.

It's yet another puzzle box, you quickly realize. You pull the parchment with it and read the few words at the center of it.

This one should keep you entertained for awhile.

That's all it says, sitting the parchment back down and turning your full attention to the box instead.

It's significantly more ornate than any of the previous ones he'd given you, and still smells of oils and greases presumably from it's recent creation. The puzzle itself seems far more in-depth than the previous ones as well, and you can't help but smile at the realization that he's trying to stump you on purpose. Your fingertips brush over the etchings of symbols and the decorative grooves; He clearly spent a lot of time on this one.

You hold it close before sitting it down, and get to work cleaning. You keep a consistent schedule in this room so there isn't much to be done, and once you finish you're able to take the puzzle box back to your personal quarters and begin figuring it out.

Perturabo seemed to spare no expense in figuring out how to make this one more difficult, having to do puzzles to figure out parts of another puzzle. It takes you well over three weeks to figure out, slowly working at it between your work.

Once you crack it open, you're so excited you barely even realize there's something inside, pulling out the folded parchment. When you unfold it, you notice something that falls into your lap. A necklace.

You weren't exactly allowed to wear jewelry, it got in the way, but you suppose if it came from Lord Perturabo, none of your superiors could complain.

Putting the necklace around your neck you read the words on the parchment, pursing your lips. Your cheeks feel slightly warmer as well, realizing that you're holding something the primarch crafted specifically for you, and now you have not one, but two handwritten letters from him.

Perhaps they're quite short letters, but you count them anyways. Lord Perturabo has never been the wordy sort.

Meet me in my workshop the day the Iron Blood returns to port.

You wonder if Perturabo has always been this roundabout and obtuse. Or if he's for some reason toying with your odd knack for puzzles. You suppose he's bored, he seems to have plans for abandoned ideas all around his workshop. Bathhouses and ornate buildings, unfinished and pushed aside for efficient weapons of war.

You're glad you managed to open it before the Iron Blood returned, but just barely; Two days later is when it- he, returns, and you meet him in his workshop.

He turns to you, wearing lighter clothing given the warm weather. The sun is just starting to set however, the sky turning orange and purple. You notice he's grown a slight bit of stubble on his jawline since returning, and that his expression is surprisingly relaxed.

"How long did it take you?"

He says with not even a hello. Though you suppose you don't really need one.

"I finished it two nights ago. Just barely made it, it seems." He chuckles, much to your surprise. It's a deep rumble you can feel in your chest, and makes you swallow at the feeling of your heartbeat up in your collarbone.

"It seems they'll need to be even more complicated in order to slow you."

You notice his eyes look away from your face and down to your collarbone. The necklace is what caught his eye, you can only guess. you've been wearing it nonstop since you got it. His hand reaches down to grasp the pendant that hangs from it between his two fingers, before he lets it go moments later.

You wonder if perhaps it meant something a bit deeper than what you'd thought at first glance. He wouldn't just give out such ornately made things for no reason. Your face grows a bit warm at the sudden realization that you'd completely overlooked the implication of a man, a primarch, giving such a gift to a woman, but Perturabo either doesn't notice, or doesn't care.

"Sit with me. And tell me your name."

There's a chair beside his own that is similar in size to his own, though vastly oversized for you. You sit down in it and pull your legs up onto the chair and curl them to your side. Then you put your hands on your lap and look towards him and start talking, beginning into a conversation that leads well into the night.

[10yo-anon]

⩠ LOVE LIKE YOU. ⩠

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ugh im too lazy to design and shit ugh. n e ways! heh..thats right.. nother fav song inspo 😈

btw, i tried to make reader as gender neutral as possible! sorry if it sounds more fem :( im trying to change up my writing style so both genders (n more) can read!

love like you. yes. the steven universe intro. now imagine

ps; i know they get info from the person they incarnated from's brians but lets ignore that and just think every not general memory erases!! ;3 also, superb ooc characters lmao also, 1768 words!

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⇱ Satoru Gojo ⇲

After Satoru saved you from curses, after he told you why you appeared so much different than the other curses you used to be with, after you found out you were only half a curse, and that you had human blood, you tried to change how to live, why you live, and even your mindset. and to your surprise, he was beside you all throughout the way.

You thank whoever god or goddess decided to bring Satoru into your life. he's been so patient with you. he understands. he understands how difficult it is for you to adapt on how to live life as a human. how to love a person, and now that you guys were "in love and now together for life" in his words, how to love him.

Now, here you are, staying still as he pampers you with love. this means kisses, hugs, cuddles, anything and everything. but you don't know what to do, you have things yet to learn.

"Satoru?" you whisper as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you as close to him, your back against his chest. he hums, letting you know he's focusing on you, not like he has anything more important than you to focus on.

"uhm— why are you clinging onto me?" he chuckles at your question and your face gets red in embarrassment. before you could take your words back, he tells you it's called "cuddling"

as much as you want him to explain to you what it exactly is, you simply not to make it look like you understand, he only smiles and continues what he's doing.

"im.. sorry." "huh?-" "sorry for not.. knowing these things. you know— kissing, loving.. uhm, cuddling. oh! and also-" he shuts you up by playfully putting a finger over your lips, in which you raise an eyebrow at in confusion.

"Baby, you don't have to apologize for not knowing these things. that's why i'm here, your prince charming, to help you know them." he whispers before kissing the top of your head, you silently nod, now blushing from his affection.

"...but you do know that I love you, right? I just don't know how to.. show it nor explain.." you add in, "I love you too, sweets. im also very thankful you try to show it." "really?" "mhm." "can you remove your finger now?" you ask. "..nah." ...oh.

⇱ Ryomen Sukuna. ⇲

If they ever tell your past self that you would be fated with a four-eyed, four-armed, curse, you'd be looking at them with pure disgust and confusion.

but that is, if it were the past.

here the both of you are, in a secluded beach, Sukuna silently sitting beside you, two arms holding you close, the other two on his side, keeping his body up.

The both of you sitting in silence, enjoying the warm feeling of the sun, the warm feeling of love, acting like he didn't get one on knee and propose to you. If it were any other person, he'd be somewhat nervous when they would rather stay silent after he just asked for them to marry him.

however, isn't just any person, it was you. He doesn't care about anybody. you being the only exception.

So he focuses all on you, memorizes your body language, how you talk, daily lifestyle, every. damn. thing.

so he knows. he knows that you aren't silent because you regret being bonded with him, or because you're contemplating your words, it was simply because the aura of your love was loud enough, and he stayed silent for the same reason.

it was simple to understand. A curse learning how to love, and a person experiencing true love for the first time.

He doesn't realize he's been stealing glances, and now, been obviously staring at you with his eyes, that is until his mind feels your loving gaze at him.

"Sukuna, are you shocked too?" he hums, every sound blurs, except your voice. "I don't mean it in a bad way... i hope you don't mean it in a bad way too." the pink haired curse scoffs, brows slightly furrowing.

"I wouldn't kneel for anyone. but I did. i knelt for you. how could you think of me like that?" You smile at his words. you know he doesn't mean it in an insulting way, just that he talks like that. "'Guess your taking back your words as love being worthless now, huh?" you tease, and he sighs, keeping silent. you only shrug and look away again, now looking at the continuous waves of water colliding with the sand.

There was a moment of silence once more, but there wasn't any negative energy in it. there never will be.

You hear him talk, before stopping and clearing his throat. that alone already made you look at him, again. if he thought he was overly nervous before, what he feels now would top what he had felt a few moments ago.

"I guess this is the time for me to speak up." he starts, attempting to keep his composure and not stutter. "I want to apologize. for being ass at communicating. I know that when we got together— five years ago 'till now, I only spoke my emotions maybe four times? five?"

Sukuna stops talking, now looking away, you notice he was anxious, so your hand finds one of his, and you give an encouraging squeeze that made him continue.

"Just know that i'm sorry for everything. and.. uhm. Thank you. For everything. I can't tell you everything im sorry and thankful for, if i do, we'll only stay here till the next era." You try to contain your chuckle, but it only fails, and he stares at you before carrying on with his small speech. "I don't know what to do. yet, you're still not leaving me. why?"

You lean on his side, and he stiffens for a moment. "Ryo, you have to stop making me sound flawless. I don't know what to do too, hell, if I'm being honest, I thought you would kill me. think about it. A plain human right next to the all mighty king of curses! it's unbelievable!" you exclaim, before lowering your voice.

"We're just the same, sukuna. You can't just change how I actually act. I don't know how to love, too. I don't voice out how I feel too." He swears he could see your pupils forming to a heart. maybe his already are.

"but if you want reassurance, You should know that I know you love me. Your actions tell me. Nobody would think you would make new private morals for one person. but you did."

You stop talking when he calls out your name. "yes, Sukuna?" He takes a deep breath before two of his hands cup your face. "I'll save the rest of my words for when we speak, I'll shorten it for you." you hum a small "mhm" and he continues.

"I love you. so fucking much." Though the both of you were all alone, he still whispers his words enough that only you could hear him. "I love you too."

Just two clueless but hopelessly in love souls.

⇱ Choso Kamo. ⇲

Having a half-curse, half-human, boyfriend was something that wasn't on your life bingo. but fate had plans. You were definitely not complaining.

Now that it's your anniversary, it's been a year since you got together. and it's obvious there'll be so much more years to come. Though Choso, oh sweet Choso, doesn't understand "love" it didn't stop him from feeling it. He had the spirit! if you were being honest, at times he just looks like a big lost dog following you around, the type to always show he loves you and loves being with you 24/7. you couldn't ask for anything more.

Choso had had always wanted to talk about his feelings for you, but always kept quiet as for the many times he talked to yuuji about love advice, he remembers his younger brother telling him to not rush and take things slow.

So he will. even if he wants to talk about how much he loves you and say the L word first, he doesn't know the appropriate time he should. and hell if he'd take his chance. what if you won't process to much information and get overwhelmed and leave him!? he doesn't want that to happen!

"Cho? are you still with me?" you laugh, nudging his chest which your back was leaning on as you pause the sappy rom-com the both of you were watching. He snaps back to reality and looks down, his purple eyes meeting your's.

"Yeah— I am, sorry." Your lover averts his gaze, his blush so obvious on his pale skin. "You sound like you want to tell me something," you murmur,

"..when is the right time for somebody to say 'I love you' to someone they love?" Your heart swells as you try to push your smile away, it was obvious he was talking about the both of you, but you continue to act oblivious.

"Oh? Well.. If I were that person, I would definitely speak up when I feel like my lover feels the same way— when they too want to tell me something you get it, rig—" "I love you." You feel him hide his now flushed face on the crook of your neck, your hand impulsively going up to pat your partner's hair.

"I love you too, Choso." you sigh, finally able to get the weight off of your shoulders and say your feelings. He calls your name out before murmuring a question against your skin.

".. you told me you would speak up when you feel like your lover feels the same way, when they love you.." he takes a breath. "..do you not..love me?" he closes his eyes, though you replied to his 'i love you' he can't help but feel tears pricking his eyes when he thinks of the worst between the two of you.

"Oh choso. I'm sorry. I don't mean it like that. I do feel like you love me just as much as I do to you. I didn't want to overwhelm you, so I thought the better choice was to wait for you to start.." you explain. "but if i'm being honest, I would've said I love you sooner or later if you didn't yet."

"..please never stop loving me. If anything, I'd want to be overwhelmed. overwhelmed with the fact you love me. It doesn't sound bad." He audibly sighs in relief and you smile. "I'll take note of that."

∞⊹🎧‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚‧ 🎧⊹∞

sorry if they all sound the same and words r repeated! im practicing how to do this type of writing arg!

( @the-parasites-control-me i know you LOVE choso so i added him as a gifty gifty cause you gave me a gifty gifty!!)

also, this is only one of the ideas in my drafts where i just put the song name and the character, so im finishing em one by one, starting with my latest one! this randomly appeared in my mind while i was doing another wip i started t and i couldnt help it.. my mind cant choose so im switching tabs. like after i make one paragraph of this i go tot he other tab to make another paragraph of a different wip.. arg! just a lil quick drabble to finish this wip. oh no, im ranting.

also hear me out. i wanna be your boyfriend (the SONG) played while i was writing this so.. Hopelessly inlove jjk character x oblivious reader 🤔 ugh. finished one draft but now i have a new one. EUGH

[nikito0x]

RadioApple AU - Forget me not

I am too lazy to write a whole fic of it, but I can't get this plot bunny out of my head so here we go:

This is so AU it will never be canon (obviously) but it's ridiculous enough to be believable.

To start off: We all know the age old story of Lucifer's fall and the way he and Lilith got together. Right? Well forget all about it. In this AU it's all a lie. Let me explain.

The first humans to have ever been created were Alastor and Lilith. They were acquaintances and simply live peacefully in the Garden of Eden for a while. There is nothing romantic between them.

Lucifer gets assigned to watch over them and at some point witnesses Alastor interacting with some of his creations. So he decides to ask him about his opinion of them.

They start a conversation about Lucifer's other, weirder, creations. Some of which were rejected by the elder angels.

Alastor, as someone who gets easily bored, finds Lucifer's ideas amusing and intriguing. So they become friends, partially thanks to Alastor's pure fascination with Lucifer's mind, and partially thanks to Lucifer having finally found someone who would listen to his ideas and even like them. Not to mention add some of their own to his to create something even greater.

So they become friends. Lucifer starts visiting Alastor more and more often as time passes.

Alastor witnesses how Lucifer isn't exactly treated great by his siblings a lot of the time and tries to soothe the angel or distract him with a new invention that may never be allowed to be created, but would be fun to think about anyway.

Lucifer gets isolated from his siblings because of his "shortcomings" and at some point ends up in a situation where he has to ask for Alastor's help with preening his wings as no one else would.

Alastor notices Lucifer being uncomfortable and asks about it. Lucifer tries to deflect and ignore the problem but Alastor convinces him to trust him with whatever issue he has. And so - wing grooming happens.

Insert typical Wing Fic tropes here.

This becomes a regular occurrence.

Meanwhile Lilith is just chilling and exploring the garden. Nothing much to see here 👀

Michael is going to be sort of a villain in here.

Michael sees the bond forming between his brother and this inferior creature his father has created and disapproves of it. So he decides he will have to seperate them for the good of everybody.

Michael goes to Lilith and convinces her to help him with that task. Lilith would try talking to Alastor and Michael would talk to Lucifer.

Lilith is confused and uncertain about that. She tries asking questions but he rebuffs her and simply reassures her that it's all for the greater good.

In the end Lilith just asks something like: "What if I can't? What if I don't succeed?" And Michael implies that her existence is at stake if this doesn't work.

Remember: Alastor and Lilith are the first ever humans. They haven't eaten the fruit and know very little of the world, only what they've been told and found out for themselves. And since they have committed no sin yet, they are basically immortal as long as they don't injure themselves to a point of no return. And so they don't know pain like a regular human does.

Lilith becomes fearful of Michael's warning and tries explaining to Alastor the importance of not associating with Lucifer anymore. Alastor is confused and doesn't understand her worry, so he doesn't listen. Lucifer is too much fun for him to just abandon him like that. Besides, he's started to care some for the angel. He won't just do something without a good reason for it.

Alastor, in this sense, knows more than Lilith since he's been in contact with Lucifer (who's been explaining things to him) for a while now. Alastor would know more of the world than Lilith and wouldn't just make a rash decision to follow any order he is given like she does.

Michael also fails in convincing Lucifer that Alastor isn't worth his time. The conversation does rather the opposite of what he wanted, as Lucifer is reminded of all the things Michael and the other angels didn't do for him, that Alastor did in their stead.

Alastor and Lucifer talk about it and simply decide to ignore them and continue as they have.

At some point Michael gets frustrated and gives Lilith an ultimatum. Get this done by the end of the week or God will be informed.

"Remember, your existence might be at stake." And so Lilith panics.

Nearing the end of the week, Michael becomes impatient and introduces Lilith to something no human at that point has ever experienced. Pain.

He cuts her hand with an angelic weapon to prove to her what she could feel (if not a 100 times worse) if she doesn't comply. The cut is shallow, barely there and Michael heals it afterwards, but Lilith has never experienced such a horrible thing before. This was pain? And it can be a lot worse?? No, she has to separate Lucifer and Alastor at any cost.

Michael stays in the shadows and observes, satisfied.

Lilith, out of desperation, reaches the conclusion that it would be better for Alastor to get hurt than her, since he is the one who doesn't wish to listen to God's will. And so, in a frantic state of panic, Lilith attacks him.

She doesn't really know what would happen if she hits him hard enough with a rock or sth, since neither of them have ever truly witnessed death at that point; so she tries hurting him to show him the consequences of his actions if he doesn't listen to her.

Alastor ends up accidentally killing her in self defense. Alastor pushes Lilith away but as she rolls away from him she hits her head on a rock and dies that way.

Alastor explains everything to Lucifer and Lucifer goes to find Michael because this situation stinks of his interference.

God finds out about the situation and sends both Lilith and Alastor's souls to Hell.

Lilith starts hating Alastor and Lucifer from then on. So when she and Alastor meet in Hell, she screams at him that if he'd just listened to her, they wouldn't be in this situation. He tries reasoning with her, even as much as he's angry with her, but she just storms off away from him.

The first residents of Hell have been added.

Alastor still gets his deer like characteristics as he spent a lot of time in their presence at the Garden of Eden.

Meanwhile, Lucifer finds out where Alastor has ended up and tries to convince God to change his mind. He doesn't.

So he makes a plan. The new humans have been created. They're supposed to be better than the last ones. Lucifer tries to prove God wrong by getting Adam and Eve in trouble. He tries to prove that just sending every human who has made a mistake in Hell without a chance to redeem themselves gets you nowhere. But his plan doesn't work the way he wished, as Adam and Eve are turned mortal and Lucifer gets sent to Hell as well.

Michael is the last person Lucifer sees as he falls, wings cut off, betrayed and in pain.

Alastor finds him and helps him heal mentally and physically. They end up actually getting together there and they are the most disgustingly adorable couple ever.

They build Hell up and create Pentagram City. They're happy and the people of Hell respect them and appreciate their presence.

Lilith's POV meanwhile: she starts asking questions like: Okay but what if nothing bad would have happened if Lucifer and Alastor stayed together? What if Michael lied to me? Well, he could still have hurt me (for his own agenda) when I was alone, since Alastor spent all of his time with Lucifer. And I don't have anyone else. Well, if I have to be miserable and alone, then I'll make sure they are as well. And I'll take Hell for my own in the meantime.

So now she hates all three of them. Yes, she's a victim but she chooses to deal with the anger and grief she has in a toxic way.

Charlie will still exist in this universe, but for now, she'll be a creation of Lucifer's who somehow combines his and Alastor's energies, and uses whatever powers of creation he has as an angel, to create her.

Even with the depressing circumstances of only being able to see the worst of humanity, Lucifer doesn't fall into depression like in canon, not to that extent at the very least; Alastor an Charlie would be there for him after all.

He ends up ruling hell well, having Alastor's help doing so as he is the more politically savvy between the two of them.

( Spark of Redemption: After being cast down, Lucifer could create Charlie as a symbol of hope. Her creation could combine his angelic power with Alastor's understanding of humanity, creating a being with the potential for good even in Hell. Balancing Darkness: Charlie could be born as a counterpoint to the growing darkness in Hell. Her presence, filled with Lucifer and Alastor's love, could offer a glimmer of light for lost souls.)

( Showcasing the respect Hell's residents have for Lucifer and Alastor can be done through small details: demons seeking their counsel, celebrations held in their honor, or acts of loyalty in times of trouble.)

The Morningstar family is as wholesome as it can get in a place like Hell.

Shared Responsibilities: Charlie, with her inherent compassion, focuses on rehabilitation efforts in Hell, while Alastor manages the day-to-day operations and Lucifer acts as the final authority figure. They respect each other's strengths and work together for the good of Hell.

After a few decades in hell, Lilith disappears. No one knows where she went. She's gone for a long while until she pops up again, more powerful than ever.

In reality, Lilith made a deal with Roo. It is in Roo's interest that Lilith uses her concerts to spread sin and rebellion in order to turn Hell into a domain of evilness to fuel her power. Roo in return gifts Lilith power, she becomes strong enough to affect most with her voice and words, even someone as powerful as Lucifer himself.

No one but the two of them are aware of this deal being made. The deal was made some time after hell establishes a proper society with its own system.

Lilith decides to build her power, by making deals with other demons for their souls, her deal with Roo enhances those deals and gives her a larger boost than it would have given her otherwise.

Lilith decides it's time to enact her revenge.

She targets Alastor, knowing that without him, Lucifer will crumble under the pressure like what happened in canon with his depression. This would cause Hell to go in chaos once their powerful leader seems to have lost any care for the souls in his domain. This would spread sin and rebellion in Hell even further.

Lilith holds Charlie hostage as she makes a deal with Alastor for both Lucifer and Charlie's safety. She uses her voice/songs to brainwash them into forgetting Alastor's very existence. She does the same to the whole of hell.

Instead, she replaces Alastor with herself in those memories and convinces everyone that she's been the one by Lucifer's side all along. For the safety of his loved ones, Alastor signs away his soul to her. Lilith forbids him from approaching Lucifer, and from telling him anything about the truth of what actually happened between the three of them (Lilith, Lucifer and Alastor).

In the meantime Alastor's powers are severely restricted and he is not allowed to make deals for other demons' souls in an attempt to increase his strength.

Lilith goes to Heaven, making sure that Roo's plans for the yearly exterminations are going well and that her hidden seeds of sin in Heaven continue to grow. Lilith is strong but not strong enough to defeat Lucifer in battle. Replacing his memories of someone with another wasn't easy, but was simple enough to trick the mind to do.

She knows she can't convince him to give her his crown, not now anyway. She is convinced she would rule Hell eventually. As Roo's powers from the spread sin and chaos grow, so would hers - a nice gift from Roo to her, as she's doing such a fine job on their deal. Lilith disappears for seven years.

After all that Alastor tries his best to regain any power he can. He looks for loopholes in his deal with Lilith and realizes that Lilith didn't forbid him from approaching Charlie, so once he feels he can be of help to her in any way, he would approach her.

Lilith didn't forbid him all interaction with Lucifer. Lucifer can still approach him himself and they can talk about other things that don't include the contents of Alastor's deal.

Alastor also figures out that Lilith had made a deal with someone powerful, he doesn't know who, but he knows she can't have gained abilities strong enough to manipulate an angel from just deals for others' souls.

Alastor is convinced, however, that given time and some reminders Lucifer will be able to break through Lilith's deception, as he is still more powerful than she is. (he is right).

For now Alastor has a new goal: Get stronger and get noticed by the king of Hell somehow. That's how he becomes an overlord.

Once radio was brought in hell, he makes it a part of his brand (as it is in canon);

That's how he meets Vox. Here is why they don't get along in this AU. For one, Vox is a clout chaser while Alastor does radio mainly for himself and his own enjoyment; and other such character differences that get in the way of them being truly close.

Alastor one day approaches Vox with an idea: bring others' memories to the screens of their TVs. Vox loves the idea, he imagines he could make a whole lot of profit by exploiting sinners' longing for home by bringing their memories of Earth to their screens.

The project is going well and Alastor finally decides to share his reasons for coming up with such an idea. He tells Vox that someone he loves was attacked by another with the ability to erase his loved one's memory of him. And he wants that person to remember him again.

Vox becomes angry with Alastor, since he has a crush on the Radio Demon and doesn't want to help him reunite with his love. Vox puts an end to that project. Vox and Alastor fight and Alastor manages to win even with the restriction placed over his powers.

Alastor was really powerful before it. Even now, restricted, he will be above average in regards to power even compared to the other overlords.

After that Alastor disappears for 7 years - like in canon. Maybe he's looking for alternative ways to get more powerful. Maybe he finds out that cannibals have just that little bit more power to them than regular demons and joins them as he has nothing left to lose. Maybe he's looking for other demons with the power to affect the mind. Maybe he tries making deals for favors instead of souls. Maybe he gathers allies to fight alongside him against Lilith for the future. Idk.

Alastor uses his weakened powers to subtly manipulate events around the developing hotel, guiding Charlie's path with anonymous warnings or nudges to ensure her safety.

After he comes back, the events in canon from season 1 proceed to happen as they originally did. The only difference being that Alastor cares about the residents of the hotel more than in canon.

He sort of becomes "the dad" of the group, before Lucifer shows up.

Lucifer and Alastor still have their fight in "Hell's greatest dad" with their song. The difference is that Alastor has different motivations for being angry with Lucifer. He intentionally calls Lucifer a dud in their song, because he is angry with how neglectful he had become to Charlie in the 7 years he was gone.

Canon events happen as they originally did until the end of season 1. Alastor still makes a deal with Charlie for a favor. The difference is that this time he plans to use it in a situation like this- example: Charlie's loyalty to her friends might threaten her safety and Alastor plans to use his favor to make her run if needed.

Alastor uses his fight with Adam to test his strength and see if he has managed to get any stronger despite the restrictions he is under. He still loses that fight. Even if some of his strength was returned it isn't anything significant. Alastor learns to use whatever little powers he has as efficiently as possible. Low effort maximum efficiency.

After that first season Alastor and Lucifer start getting along better. Lucifer realizes Alastor was angry with him for his absence in Charlie's life even when he doesn't know where that anger stems from and resolves himself to be better for her in the future. He tells Alastor so and they forgive each other for whatever wrongs were inflicted. They still tease each other often, but that's just a part of their dynamic.

Eventually Lucifer will start getting dreams of things that look like memories but can't be because he doesn't remember ever having done those things with Alastor. He ignores the dreams, dismissing them as wishful thinking as he had started to view Alastor as a close friend after they forgave each other.

Lucifer slowly falls in love with Alastor, and those dreams continue to haunt him.

Alastor never fell out of love with Lucifer to begin with.

There will be a whole lotta angst in regards to Alastor. He will have to realize that during the time him and Lucifer were separated they have become different people entirely and he will have to let go of the past and maybe get used to Lucifer and him being friends because he doesn't know if they'll ever be anything more.

And with how much he's changed - becoming an overlord and a cannibal to boot, he doesn't know if Lucifer could ever accept him. Especially since at the time he just sees him as just another terrible sinner.

Alastor falls in love with that new version of his husband and Lucifer does the same.

Eventually Lucifer breaks through Lilith's enchantment and him and Alastor have a proper reunion. Lucifer will break the enchantment on Charlie soon after.

Alastor writes down what happened and explains why he made the deal with Lilith (he can't tell anyone anything, but he can write it down)

Lucifer will be able to get him out of it with some time.

Eventually they will fight and win against Heaven.

Maybe they'll cause a rebellion in Heaven by it's residents by using both Lucifer's angelic power and Alastor's radio show to broadcast the truth of their pure leaders. The ones that take pleasure in killing and hunting those who are already down.

Whew! Done! Finally! Whoop!

It turned out far longer than I thought it would but here you go ig.

[intermundia]

imho it takes a bit of.. spiritual fortitude.. to be deeply obsessed with culturally maligned media like the prequels. sometimes i DO feel embarrassed when people feel loud, lazy superiority about them, bc i love them so so so much and will die on any hill about them, but i cannot bring myself to stop. i got the opportunity to see phantom menace in theaters yesterday and spent the entire time grateful it was dark because i kept smiling like a serial killer whenever i noticed a fresh detail on the big screen that i'd never noticed before on a tv. i've seen that godforsaken movie dozens of times while preparing to write novels about the characters. i've read the annotated script, the novelization, multiple comic adaptations, the making of, the art of, etc. etc. and so every single second was enriched and deepened by a constellation of context that i've learned over the years. it makes me insufferable to be so full of the feeling 'you guys all just don't get it, i get why it's like this and what it's supposed to be and do, it's perfect if you Get It and only the enlightened people Get It...' but like, seeing baby anakin assert his personhood on screen filled me with a sense of love and grief so potent it almost hurt in my chest. i'm just so proud of him. i'm so sad for him. he means so well. he'll do so badly..... goddamnit george. do you know how hard it is to admit that the phantom menace is one of my favorite movies??? you can't say that shit in public!!! even to other star wars fans!!! and yet. and yet.

[writer12]

Hi! Hope you are ok <3. Could i request a Kuzan x Reader? Where Reader is kidnapped by kuzan and Reader and kuzan are ex lover? Please and Thank you ❤️

Okay, here it is! Kuzan is one of my favorite characters from One Piece, so I'm excited to write for him!

The interesting thing is that on my Character Ai account there is a Kuzan bot with the same concept, so I hope no one minds if I take advantage of this opportunity.

You are the daughter of the Celestial Dragon and, like everyone else from your kind, they decided to place a guard next to you.

Your guard is a member of the Marines, Kuzan. Vice Admiral Garp advised him, saying that his assistant showed great promise despite his laziness and would definitely be able to protect you.

You were very skeptical and became even more so when, upon first meeting, this Marine smiled at you and said: “Nice tits, Your Majesty. Would you like to go on a date with the great Vice Admiral’s henchman?”

It’s surprising how he wasn’t fired or killed on the spot, but he continued to be your security guard.

Over time, you got used to each other. Despite my laziness and bad first opinion, I could talk to him about many topics and it was just interesting to be with him

Later, you both came to a silent agreement: you would read books to him from your huge family library while he rested, and in return he would use his abilities to cool you down, because the weather on the island was often hot, and would listen to you.

So from an awkward first impression, you both moved on to silent friendship, and soon to sad love.

The problem wasn't that the feelings weren't mutual. No, you and Kuzan knew that you loved each other and you knew that it was mutual.

The problem was that your relationship would not be accepted. He didn’t care what the World Government or your family thought, but if you lose the title of Celestial Dragon, you will be in great danger, you could be sold as a slave or killed as revenge on your family, and Kuzan was unsure that he would be in time at the right time.

So the next day after you exchanged confessions and kisses, he left. He left you a note that he was being sent on a new mission and he was sorry that he didn’t get to say goodbye, but it would be better for you.

Of course you were upset, but your father didn’t care and a week later he announced that you were marrying a marine of a higher rank than Kuzan.

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...You slowly opened your eyes and realized that you were in the hold of some ship. You wanted to move, but you heard a clanging sound and noticed that there were shackles on your hands and feet. You took a deep breath and tried to remember what happened before. Reality hit you like a steam locomotive as memories flooded into you. Your island was attacked by pirates and not by some newcomers, but by Blackbeard himself and his crew. While your husband and his army fought bravely against the pirates, you tried to escape to a safer place.

But suddenly the entire island was covered with ice and you, unable to escape normally, were captured by one of the pirate’s henchmen. Your thoughts were interrupted by the creaking of the door opening and you turned your head. You gasped in surprise and stared at the tall man, whom, despite so many years, you still recognized as Kuzan. He became taller, more massive, stronger, and instead of one of his legs you noticed an ice prosthesis, and there were many burns and scars on his body. While you were wondering what happened to your longtime lover, the former Marine smiled and came up to you, sitting down on the same level as you. He took your warm hand in his cold one and kissed your knuckles.

"It's good to see you again, Your Majesty."

[cadaverousdecay]

d and c are very cool :oo theyre like the sound of those brush-like drumsticks. i like those drumsticks

anyways! þ! aka thorn! i love it in a very abnormal way :DD

basically, both þ and another neat letter, ð (eth), were used interchangeably to write "th" as in "the" in old english. ð fell out of fashion relatively quickly (like... two centuries maybe) and we have very few if any texts with ð (sad). but that was in the 9th century and since then to basically the 14th century, þ was the only way to write the sound. so all english manuscripts from that time would use it. (one of my pet peeves around þ is people making faux manuscripts but not using any letters/abbreviations that they would use in them. and þ is not the only one of those letters. ſ (long s) is also insanely cool, and it is literally impossible to see an english text from before the beginning of 18th century without it, but i digress)

during the 14th century, people for the first time started to actually write "the" like "the" it was kinda rare, but it started appearing. but that wouldn't be enough to completely forget a whole letter, probably. it started kinda fading out in favour of scribal abbreviations (see below) and "th" but the final blow were the printing presses. first printing presses in england were actually from netherlands!! and dutch never used þ. so it became just easier to leave þ behind. (fun fact, this didn't kill ſ, which i believe faded a bit later with people being like "aight whats this then" about having two different s's being pronounced the complete same way)

but before it faded, in the 17th century, it progressively stopped looking perfectly like ­­this -- > þ. Instead when you would look at most manuscripts from that time, it would look kinda like "y". Here i found a chart explaining how that happened:

and so over time, þe (the) started to look more and more like ye. and you can see my actual biggest pet peeve with people not knowing all of this. cuz i cant expect everyone to know about an obscure letter but its still frustrating. cuz people of that time still knew that "ye" meant "þe" and would pronounce it like "the". so whenever i see any "ye olde" whatever, it just pisses me off so much, because that's stripped of its historical context and doesnt actually make much sense. "ye" was only ever pronounced "yee" when it meant modern "you", never when it meant "the".

anyways, pet peeves aside, what is insanely interesting to me, are scribal abbreviations with thorn cuz like... theres something so humanizing in seeing people just getting lazy of writing every single letter when it is such a common word. so the ones i know :DD :

þe. not really an abbreviation but it being still used for a while as "ye" basically is and is interesting to me

þu. thou!! not really useful anymore, but like. look at it!!

þt. that :DD i have so much love for this one. itd be still useful if people just knew þ and jusy looks so professional and squishy !!! yeah

anyways thats what i know from head about þ. i love it. also writing this forced me to adjust to a third keyboard, cuz the only keyboard with þ is icelandic one! (icelandic still uses þ but rather rarely. ð on the other hand is used plenty of times). also also english is not my first language. i learnt all of this about a nonexisting languafe from my not-first language. fun!!

WHATTTT WHATTTT WHATTTT THIS IS SO COOL!!!!!!! that’s so so awesome thanks for sharing!!!!

[zoro-chwaan]

I’d like to say, this is my first time writing something like this. So if you don’t like it, then go ahead and skip! Also, this is a trans!m reader, so if you’re a ‘she/her’ or a fem! Identifying person. Please leave, this isn’t for you!

Word count: 1.2k

NSFW

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Not-so sweet thinking…

Whenever you would test your scores aren’t that bad, they’re not beyond shocking ‘A’s’, but they’re decent. You would tend to get B’s or B+ on your test. Sure, there are times when you would get a few A’s. And other times when you would get a C or two, but that’s normally when you aren’t paying attention to the test and allow your mind to wonder.

Your professor would praise you for keeping and semi steady good score and he sometimes question how you do it. You would tell him that you study when that isn’t even the case. It’s been years since you last used notes to study for any test, you found it a waste of time so you stopped.

Now there’s another student in your class who keeps up the perfect straight A’s scores in every test in that class, but unlike you, he would rarely get any praises from the professor. He didn’t mind it at first since it’s doesn’t really bother him. What does bother him is when he found out that you not once have ever studied for any tests in that class. I mean, sure, you take notes in the class; you just don’t use it. It irritates him, so much that he hates the idea of you catching up to him.

No!! He’s worked too hard to be top of his classes, he isn’t going to let someone like you ruin that for him! He hates it! He hates you!! You, on the other hand, don’t pay attention to any of the other students in your class. Why would you? It’s not like you care for them, just the class. So of course you would be unaware of the unseen rivalry between you and the ‘Straight A’ student.

One day in one of his other classes, he had a project that he had to work with one other student. That student just so happens to be your dorm mate. Your dorm mate told him that they had something that they needed to do and gave him the keys to your dorm and told him that he’ll be there in a few hours or less. Of course he doesn’t know that you two are roommates! He sighed and walked up to the dorm and opened it. Once he was in he heard water falling, he thinks that his partner’s dorm mate is probably taking a shower.

He sat down on the couch and waited. While waiting he decided to get on his phone. The shower in the bathroom was turned off. You stepped out of the bathroom and went to your room to go change. Once you were done, you went to the kitchen to make yourself an instant ramen since you were tired and lazy to cook some food. When the ‘Straight A’ student heard the microwave go off he decided to look up to see who the dorm mate was.

To his surprise it was you!! The guy he hates the most!! His blood boiled in anger!! When you turned your head, you saw him and waved at him. He just continues to look at you with a cold stare. You tilt your head a bit and question if he was the project partner of your dorm mate. He doesn’t respond. Like how dare you try to question him! You decided to ask him what is name was.

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“HUH?!” He stood up now fully enraged. This startled you a bit and asked him what’s wrong. “What’s wrong?? You mean to tell me you don’t remember who I am?!” He yelled out. You apologized and looked at him for a bit.. ahh no wonder he looked familiar. He’s that one guy that would give you snarky looks or remarks whenever you got a question wrong or whenever he got one right.

“Now you remember? Seriously! What’s with you?? First you don’t study and yet somehow you get decent grades, now you’re trying to act like you don’t even know who I am??” He sighs at your idiocy. That’s when an idea popped up in his head. “Well if you want to forget, all you could’ve done was asked..” He said as he made his way towards you. You questioned him was he was doing, but he doesn’t respond.

✧

“Fuuuuck- you’re so tight. You know that, right? Of course you do, fucking slut..” He says as he pounds into you boycunt roughly yet slowly. You moaned into your pillow as you tighten around him. Right now, he has you face down-ass up. Oh how cute you look under him ♡.

He grunts as he hears you pleading. “Awe.. does the little dumb boy want something? You’re gonna have to speak up, baby.” He smiles sadistically, when you didn’t speak up he stopped. “I can’t hear you, slut.” You babble incoherent words. You were trying to ask him to fuck you faster, but your brain turned into mush from the overstimulation of coming three times and him not even once!! How??

He grabs your chin and pulls you up, your back hitting his chest. “What do you want?” He asks as his hand slides down to your clit and starts rubbing it slowly. You whine and try to buckle your hip. Again, you ‘try to’. When he sees you do this, he tsk and slaps you boycunt, how mean :(! You moaned and squirt a bit at the action.

His eyes widen slightly as he laughs at the display. “Wow, I knew you were a slut, but squirting when I slapped your boycunt? That’s too cute!” He starts moving his hip once again as his hand moved from your chin to your neck. He angles himself to the point where his tip is kissing your cervix beautifully ♡. His lips end up on your neck, giving it kisses and marks that would last for a few days.

He pounds into you faster and harder as he lays your head down and grabs onto your hips. “Haah.. in or out?” He asks. It took you a minute for it to be processed fully. You managed to moan out ‘in’. He nods and after a few more rough thrust he cums in you, you cum along with him. After a few minutes, he pulls out and climbs off the bed.

You on the other hand lay flatly on your bed. A couple minutes passed and he came back with a wet rag and a glass of water. He starts cleaning you up and gives you the glass of water. You thank him and drank it all in one go. When you set the glass cup on top of your nightstand you look at him. Oh how sweetly he’s treating you after making you forget who you were ♡. Which reminded you.. wasn’t he supposed to work on a project with your roommate?

When he was done, you asked him. His face turned slightly red. He was about to speak up, when he heard a buzz. He went to check, and lo and behold. It was your roommate, telling him to just go to his dorm for today since they’re dealing with something. He sighs and looks at you. “Looks like I was embarrassed for nothing.” He turns his phone towards you.

You laughed and laid back down. Maybe getting on the bad side of the ‘Straight A’ student isn’t so bad after all. You get a good dick down, and a sweet aftercare ♡.

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[saviourkingslut]

lmao was at a small social event at a colleague's home. conversation turned to video games. i drop the name fire emblem. turns out two guys present know the franchise. one of them has played three houses but only crimson flower, he's firmly on the left but somehow also seems convinced she was the good one for abolishing the nobility (anti-establishment/monarchy/capitalism etc) and fighting 'the monsters' (he has never played another fe game and is unfamiliar with their stories so to him monsters = bad). i disagree with him (in a normal way bc otherwise he's a nice guy). another guy asks for my opinion on her and the writing in general. cue me info dumping abt this game for 15 mins looking generally deranged.

[inkskinned]

the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.

[ink--theory]

forbidden love type of beat

[lightningidle]

Fig's line "I don't think I'm an artist, I think I'm just a good friend" has not left my head at all. Just...

You're Fig Faeth and your horns came in over the summer and you pick up the bard class as a form of adolescent rock 'n' roll rebellion, and it works! It's exactly the outlet you need! You give a guy you just met drumsticks and you start a band and it's good enough that within a year and a half you're touring. You are, in every sense, good at being a bard.

And then, finally, your junior year, you start to take it seriously. Your art goes from an outlet and a form of rebellion to a practice. A discipline. (Can rebellion exist within a discipline?) Your classmates know what they want to do with their work. They all have a thesis statement. And yeah, there's cohesion in the music you make, but you've never had to think about why you make it. You've never sat down and dissected what it is about bass that speaks to you. You've never poured over your lyrics to pick at any deeper meaning. Why should you? You don't play music for a grand design, you do it to... huh, why do you do it?

(Your art is the one form of self-expression that feels as safe as Disguise Self does, because even if you're pouring your heart onto the page and then screaming it in front of thousands of people, it's not like you're really making yourself known. You can sing I'm lonely, I'm scared, I'm furious, and your fans will sing it right back, and there will still be the distance between performer and audience to keep your heart safe.)

Now you're being asked to look inward to explain the artistic choices you're making, and you can't help but recoil at that, because you'd rather do anything than look inward. Meanwhile, your classmates have no problem with it, so you start to wonder if you're a real artist at all. Can your art be authentic if it only exists to bolster a thesis statement? Has your art been unauthentic this whole time because you've never really thought about a thesis statement before? Is that what makes it art, and not just the next track on somebody's teen angst playlist?

You can't think about yourself— acknowledging your own existence makes you want to puke. So if your music is an extension of yourself, (and it is, even if it's just because the spotlight reveals only what you want it to,) you can't think about your music. You can't. You have to. Your grade depends on it.

You're Fig Faeth, and you keep multiclassing because you'd rather be a good friend than a great artist. If introspection is what great art demands, then fuck it. You must not be a bard at all.

[hephaestuscrew]

I've been thinking again about Minkowski and Hera during the time when Eiffel was stranded on Lovelace's shuttle - about how Hera had gotten so used to monitoring Eiffel's wellbeing, and how Minkowski felt responsible for his safety, and how neither of them cope well with not knowing things they feel they ought to.

Perhaps one day Hera notices Minkowski reading the nutrition information on the back of the ration packs (the same kind as the ones that were on that shuttle). And Hera knows what Minkowski's doing, because she's been running the same calculations herself. Calories in one ration pack multiplied by number of ration packs on the shuttle, divide that by minimum calories required per day, add something on for the number of days survivable with no food at all...

Hera's got access to plenty of information about what the human body can survive, but there's too many variables here. How damaged is the shuttle? What's the temperature like? What's Eiffel's body weight? And there's too many horrible questions that Hera and Minkowski don't want to think about, and are unable to stop thinking about. How much will to live does Eiffel have? How long can a person hold onto hope in a situation like that?

Perhaps they each separately decide on an answer to their calculations, if only so they can pretend they know that he's currently still alive. But their mental countdowns tick down. And so maybe there comes a day when Hera glitches much more than usual. And maybe not long afterwards there comes a day when Minkowski can't seem to focus on anything at all. And maybe they talk about it, or maybe they don't. But either way, they both know that the other is thinking over the same question. And they are both hoping - more than anything - that the answer they've arrived at is incorrect. They are both hoping for an answer that seems impossible.

[solradguy]

Finally overhauled and updated the Japanese resources page on my Neocities. Added a lot of new things and also reorganized it so that it's a little easier for absolute beginners to get into