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Oh. Oh.

The Four Famous Tales ×The Four Great Calamities 四名景 × 四大害

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I’m going to cry. They’re so beautiful I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t-

TGCF short movie trailer is out.

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I’m barely showing up, I was gonna write to you one time before but you hadn’t had anon at that time (or my tumblr was tweaking) but now I’m here 🫡

I can’t remember what I wanted to ask(I think it might’ve been something blue lock related… I have horrible blue lock brain rot rn it’s to the point where I’m interacting with the RP blogs 😭), but I wanted to say that your writing style is very yummy (idk how to put it but it’s very good)

Why thank you!!

Dw I’m cooking up some bllk stew in my drafts rn, I’ll feed y’all soon 😙

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then i will from now of be your 💬 anon

and i will let you know as soon as i have finished reading it/ have any tgcf thoughts 🫡

Aye aye 🫡

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His face his face his face his face his face his face his face his face his face his face his face his face ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

kabedon

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WAIT FR??? my world just completely fell apart. i just thought hiori was a little cutie pie 😭 it’s fine I CAN FIX HIM. Reo is just a sweetie either way, i love him for who he is

i’m glad to be a part of the cult

i watched tgcf and i’m now reading it (WIND MASTER ONE CHANCE PLEASEEEEE)

btw do you do emoji or name anons?

Yup yup I do emoji or name anons! And it’s true, we can fix the bbgs 😮‍💨

Istg please talk to me about tgcf once you finish reading or you have anything in mind. I’ve read like 200 fanfics so far and I’m still starving 😔

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nagi just has cutie pie privileges. my type atp is just pink or long hair or both at best but, at the same time i love hiori and reo there’s just smt abt them that i can’t quite put my finger on

Hiori has a fetish for girls with broken bones (literally canon) and Reo prolly has bpd.

The two of us share similar tastes. Welcome to the cult<3

(Did you by any chance read tgcf?)

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the firsteth rule of alchemy is to hath fun and beeth thy truest self. the secondeth rule is to think with thine pussy

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that is literally so real of you. i love tr but omg my bluelock bbgs are just so pretty. istg it’s always the pink ones with long hair that get me (sanzu and chigiri<33) i fr need you to drop your fav characters rn

My fav characters ARE Sanzu, Chigiri and Shidou. Sanzu is literally a mix of Chigiri’s pretty boy vibes and Shidou’s yolo vibes. I love pretty men who preferably have a few screws loose in the head. The holy trinity of bonten are just so 😩.

But then I also love Nagi. I don’t know why 🫠.

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sounds great! already looking forward to you delicious writing. i also feel like the prompt would suit bllk characters as well bcs of characters like Aryu. HE IS ALMOST 2 METERS TALL HCJSKEB (he’s still my bbg tho<3)

OMG!! So glad you like bllk, I’m switching to it, cuz I am obsessed with my pretty bbgs. Hope ya don’t mind!!

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maybe fluff transitioning into spicy? i’ll just let you have full creative freedom on this (btw ik you only write top male reader, my genetics just fucked me over and decided i should be slightly below average height)

😭😭 dw, I’m average height and I’d look like a shrimp next to someone like draken smh. I’d love to make a short top reader, it sounds so 😩

I hope you don’t mind if I make like a bunch of short scenarios for different characters from tr with their shorter s/o 3

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omg you’re writing so good, loving the boten sanzu fic. so could i maybe request characters w a short/average height s/o? since for some reason most animes have a problem with average heights. at least those extra inches get put to good use somewhere else

I’d love to! But I only write top male reader, so would you like a fluffy or a spicy story?

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Hi hun :) Since you’ve started writing, I wanted to request something. Idk if you like the rinupi ship (I think I’ve seen you Reblog some of that?) but could you write a hc where Rindou sees Inupi in heels for the first time. (Heels are actually a common thing for delinquents to wear at that time frame, so it’s not shocking for him, maybe he’s just flustered, hehe). If you have the time sweetheart<3

yep, I love Rinupi hehe

So here are headcanons where Rindou sees Inupi in heels for the first time! (and thanks for requesting me <3)

Rindou tries acting normal, but is definitely very flustered and thinks Inupi looks even more attractive

but he's also impressed how Inupi manages to walk and even fight in heels

Rin couldn't stop looking at Inui (more precisely his heels)

Later he rants to Ran about it

Rindou tries walking in a pair of heels at home but fails miserably (Ran never laughed harder in his life)

Rindou is still very ambitious to at least learn walking in heels so he and Inupi can slay together ✨

when Rindou and Inui start talking Rin mentions how cool he finds the fact that Inui can walk/fight in heels

Inui was a little bit (very) flustered about that

He then also starts wearing heels even more often, especially around Rindou

The heels Inupi wore when Rindou first complimented him, became his favorite pair

Everytime Rin sees a pair a heels in a store he instantly thinks of Inupi

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This a part two for Bonten Sanzu X You, because I want to feed @germanpansexual hehe <3.

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It had been 2 months , 2 blissful months, since Sanzu Haruchiyo had barged into your life, and almost every single night of the past 2 months, you had met up with him, under the pretext of being strangers with benefits, and neither of you had once brought up the fact that strangers rarely liked to fall asleep listening to each other’s heart beats, or the fact that the ‘with benefits’ part didn’t really apply when ‘strangers’ just sat in the balcony, hands interwoven, no words really spoken, no actions really done.

But it wasn’t that neither of you didn’t want to take this further, it was that both of you were afraid, him, that you wouldn’t want to be with a monster like him, and you, that you would only be a set back in his life, which you knew was dangerous.

That was the reason why, after every night you spent together, Sanzu would wake up alone in bed, what with you rushing off to your job, not knowing what to say to him, not knowing how to express these lingering feelings.

But one rainy day, 2 months later, Sanzu woke up to the usual empty bed, but his ears caught on to the sound of water running. In his bathroom. It was 9. You were still here. His heart jumped to his throat, not knowing what to say to you. ‘Hi’? ‘Good morning’? It all sounded so formal, so.. weird.

Sanzu sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, deciding to be the smaller guy, to let you start up whatever conversation you wanted. He slowly made his way to the dressing table, grabbing his hairbrush with slightly shaking hands, and began brushing his soft pale pink hair, strokes slower than usual.

His breath caught in his throat as he heard the bathroom door unlock, and your footsteps making their way into his room. His eyes caught sight of you in the mirror, but they stubbornly refused to meet yours.

His shaking hands let go of the brush, and opted to grab onto the dressing table instead, as you footsteps sounded closer, and he felt a shiver up his spine as he felt your presence right behind him, his eyes still refusing to meet yours.

He let out a shaky sigh as your fingers made their way to his face, pulling his hair back, as you leaned down, pressing a feathery kiss against the dark red mark that was blossoming on the back of his neck, one that you had left last night.

You wrapped your hands around his waist, head resting down on his shoulders, as you murmured out his name. His eyes finally gathered the courage to look into yours, and he relaxed into your arms as you gave him a soft smile, silently assuring him.

After a few minutes of just standing there, in your arms, Sanzu called out your name, which made you snap out of your little bubble, as you loosened your grip, gently turning him around, so that he was facing you.

You sent him a little smile, one that made the butterflies in his stomach attempt back flips. “Do you want to get breakfast?” You asked offhandedly, but both of you knew that if he said yes now, it would change a lot of things. It would be the first time you ask him out, and it would be the first time he went out with you. Officially.

“Yea. Breakfast would be nice.”

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Here’s part two for you sweetheart <3

I’ll probably do one more part, with the other bonten members reactions to seeing Sanzu all skippity hoppity, and them finding out why. Lmk if you want something in particular 💅.

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This for you @germanpansexual. Thanks for the ask sweetheart 🥹. Hope you like it!

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Imagine,

Bonten Sanzu, who’s finally settled in life, at least according to his life purpose, gaining the official title as Bonten’s, Mikey’s, Mad Dog.

Bonten Sanzu, who has lived off drugs for the past few years, and is well acquainted with the feeling of happiness that lasts in his foggy mind for a few hours until his next dose, but has long forgotten the genuine feeling.

Bonten Sanzu, who, true to his name, wrecks up every party he attends. Not that anyone minds, considering the kind of parties he attends.

Bonten Sanzu, who laid his eyes upon you for the first time, at one such party.

Bonten Sanzu, who’s attention was not converged towards you due to your tall, stunning build, but to the way you actively flirted around, looking like you were genuinely enjoying yourself, unlike majority of the people who attended these parties.

Bonten Sanzu, who was sure he’d forget about you the second he took his drugs, but even later, his hazy eyes still looked for you in the crowd, his drugged instincts not really knowing why.

Bonten Sanzu, whose mind relaxes into a hazy drift, as he finally finds you, knocking up some pretty looking boys, who looked like they believed they existed for you.

Bonten Sanzu, whose eyes follow you for minutes on end as you float around, catching eyes everywhere you go, but this unwanted attention didn’t seem to bother you.

Bonten Sanzu, who’s mind snaps clear, as he sees a woman seductively place her hands against your chest, as you chuckle and walk her towards the door, and he realises all too clearly that if he let you out of his sight now, he would almost surely not see you again.

Bonten Sanzu, who rushes out of his VIP seat, startling the Haitani brothers, who were busy preening over the several women draped over them.

Bonten Sanzu, who grabs the back of your shirt, dragging you away from the arms of that filthy woman, before crashing his lips on yours.

Bonten Sanzu, who doesn’t understand how he ended up in the current situation, his back pressed against the alleyway, legs wrapped around your torso, feeling the cool breeze flow against his almost naked body, but he doesn’t have time to think about those things, because whatever you were doing to him right now, had him feeling higher that any drug he had ever taken. Or was it just his pills talking?

Bonten Sanzu, who’s hands busied themselves by digging into your shoulders and pulling at your hair, as you’re barely three fingers in, whispering into his neck about how he’s such a good doll, so fucking pretty for you.

Bonten Sanzu, who finally manages to slip out some words, even though there were only broken prayers to gods he didn’t believe existed.

Bonten Sanzu, who never asked you your name, so he decides to scream out the closest thing he can connect you to- god -as he convulses against your body, his dripping hole clenching around you, as his cum splatters all over his chest.

Bonten Sanzu, who begs you to get inside him, to fuck him so good he doesn’t remember who his is, which, considering the state you had already put him in, really wouldn’t take long.

Bonten Sanzu, who wails out phrases of gratitude, as you thrust yourself deep into him, the hand that wasn’t holding him up playing with his hard, puffy nipples, mouth leaving blooming marks against his soft skin.

Bonten Sanzu, who cums for the second time that night, and soon after, has a dry orgasm, due the force with you release your seed deep inside him.

Bonten Sanzu, who passes out not a minute later, his drugs and your magic catching up on his clouded mind.

Bonten Sanzu, who wakes up the next morning, in a fancy hotel, and feels a pang of loss as he realises you had disappeared.

Bonten Sanzu, who doubles over, with his hands covering his bright red face,as he finds the little note you left for him, telling him that you might or might not have plans at the *** hotel tonight, then realises that he was looking forward to it. He was looking forward to getting fucked senseless by a guy. He was fucking gay.

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(A little extra)

Sanzu is horrified that if the Haitanis ever found out about this, he would hear no end of it. But the Haitanis would rather not talk about the fact that Sanzu Harchiyo has been smiling, like actually smiling, since the morning, and that it probably meant the world was coming to an end.

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I hope it’s not too rushed hun <3.

Part two is up, please check it out<3

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This turned out longer than expected, but I just can’t resist slutty boys 😩.

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Imagine,

Slutty boys, who love love love wearing cunty outfits whenever the two of you go to a party.

Slutty boys, who adore the fact that you’re so comfortable with them wearing gorgeous, yet quite revealing outfits out in parties, because you’re confident that you’d win if you ever threw hands with someone who was looking at your boyfriend the wrong way.

Slutty boys, who need to go shopping at least once in two weeks, because that sexy red dress that they wore last Sunday? That was so yesterday’s style.

Slutty boys, who go straight to that one store that has the most sexy dresses and lingerie, which also costs you about a human kidney, but hey, who would you spoil if not your gorgeous boyfriend?

Slutty boys, who always, always, ask your opinion about any revealing clothes, because if you don’t like it, then there is no point whatsoever in them buying such an outfit.

Slutty boys, who excitedly pick out the most jaw dropping gorgeous outfits, ones that fit their body so beautifully, pressing so perfectly against their hips and thighs.

Slutty boys, who make a show of presenting their outfits to you, walking out of the trial rooms in a slow pace, giving a little twirl once they reach you, before pressing their body against yours, asking you whether you like this outfit.

Slutty boys, who purr against your neck, as you tell them they are the most stunning, sexy thing you’ve ever laid your eyes upon. (And not a word of this was untrue. Heck, you would find them sexy if they wore baggy jeans and a t-shirt, a dress like this was making you almost go feral.)

Slutty boys, who only giggle and look up at you with feigned innocence, when you push them into the trial room, and lock the door behind you. What do you mean they were turning you on? They were totally not rubbing their hips against yours in a very suggestive manner.

Slutty boys, who, soon enough, lose all their cockiness, when you almost rip the dress off them (almost. that thing coat a fortune in itself), before pressing them into the wall, their back facing you, as you pull down their pretty, now soaked panties, leaving their thigh high stockings on.

Slutty boys, who let out a sinful moan as you shove the panties into their mouth. You had established a long time ago that they were a screamer, and the last thing you needed right now was the store workers to hear what was going on inside the small room.

Slutty boys, who hold onto their dear life, trying to grip onto something, anything, as you get down on your knees behind them, spreading their soft ass cheeks, and give a tentative lick to the ring of muscles, which clench under your warm tongue.

Slutty boys, who can barely stand, their wails and moans muffled by the panties, as your tongue coaxes the pretty pink hole, just enough for you to slide it inside.

Slutty boys, who barely last a few minutes of your tongue exploring their insides, their walls clenching painfully around your tongue, as they cum with a frightful shudder, the thick white liquid coating the mirror as it drips down to the floor.

Slutty boys, who sit still and look pretty, as you make them sit on the dressing chair and pull out a fresh panty out of your bag, (you always carried a pair of them, because knowing how needy your boyfriend was, and how little self-control you had, you were bound to end up in this situation at least once or twice a day), and slide them back on, pressing feathery kisses against their inner thighs.

Slutty boys, who you end up fucking after every dress they try on, then end up buying every single one of them, because how could you resist.

Slutty boys, who smirk and wink at the staff near the cash counter, who undeniably have heard everything that went on in the dressing room, traumatised looks evident on their faces.

Which turns you on again. Who wouldn’t be, when their gorgeous, slutty boyfriend flaunts their hickeys and cum stained stockings so shamelessly?

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- Shidou. I don’t know how, when, where, but Shidou. Also Chigiri (duh), Reo, Hiori, Kaiser (these days, I’m scared to mention this boy, honestly.), Mitsuya, Baji, Kazutora, Hanma (definitely), Ran, Kokonoi ( @raythebestboiever ), Sanzu, Hua Cheng, Mu Qing (*snorts in gay*), Aventurine, Boothill, Scar (I feel like this freaky dude would fit in any kind of fic) + your favs 💅✨

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I found this in my drafts. I did not recheck it. I do not trust myself, so if there is something wrong with the fic, just pretend a middle schooler wrote it or something. Yea.

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Imagine,

Pretty boys, who have the most dazzling smile you’ve ever laid your eyes on, but who look so much prettier while crying, whimpering and begging, all for you.

Pretty boys, who have the most beautiful jade like skin, just sensitive enough to leave cute little red marks, as you mark them as yours, and yours only.

Pretty boys, who have the most luscious and silky hair, who take care of it like their most prized possession, allowing only you to tangle your fingers in it, to tug at it so mindlessly, especially when you force them to look at you.

Pretty boys, who have the most prettiest outfits, little dresses and skirts, that they’ve never dared to wear in public, until you came along, ready to gouge anyone’s eyes out if they stared at your precious doll for more than a second.

Pretty boys, who wear a collar when they go to any event with you, readily accepting the fact that everyone must know that they belong to you, and only you.

Pretty boys, who throw hissy fits whenever you refuse to play with them, knowing full well that dolls that behave badly must be punished (which was really their whole point of throwing a fit, but they daren’t say it out loud lest you throw them away into the toy box for a few hours as real punishment.).

Pretty boys, who would never ever go against your orders, because they’re scared that you’ll throw them away, akin to how children would throw away the dolls they’ve been playing with for so long and have gotten bored of.

Pretty boys, who wish they could make time stop at moments where you lovingly take care of them, be it doing their skin and hair care, or dressing them up, but especially during the time when they still feel the afterglow of sex, when you murmur sweet nothings into the crook of their neck, telling them how precious they are to you, and how they are your most priced possession, one you’ll never let go of, even after they become so yesterday.

Pretty boys, who believe with their body, mind and soul, that their purpose in life is to be the most precious doll, your most precious doll.

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Xie lian, Chigiri, Xie lian, Chigiri, Xie lian, Chigiri, Mu Qing (😩), Shi qingxuan, Isagi, Rin, Sae, Ukyo, Stanley, SANZU, Mikey, Kakucho (with hair 😔), Rindou, Baji + your favs 💅✨