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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐭 𝐁𝐞 | 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 2)

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Hi! I deeply admire your works and I was wondering if you could make a part 2 of “𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐅𝐮𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐭 𝐁𝐞 | (𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦)” with Aizen + Hisagi + Ukitake! Thanks for your works, anyway! – 😽 anon

➳❥ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Aizen Sosuke, Ukitake Jushiro, Shuhei Hisagi

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I was giggling and kicking my feet writing this, mainly because of Jushiro. Thanks for this request anon.

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fem!reader, dom!Aizen, slight exhibitionism (no one gets caught, it’s done in secrecy), fingering, edging, orgasm denial, oral (male receiving), soft dom!Jushiro, authority kink, begging, brat taming (squint), pet names (good girl), bratty reader, begging, cockwarming, dom!Hisagi, powerplay, reader gets control snatched away

➳❥ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭: You learn that it’s not nice to tease your lover.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Part 1

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

˚₊‧꒰ა Aizen Sosuke ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

You knew better than to tease him off all people. It never ended well for you, but the thrill of watching him pretend to act as though he wasn’t affected was glorious. You knew he was hot and bothered, just his reserved and nonchalant nature allowed him to mask the cracks underneath. Hence why your fingers were busy trailing over his thigh, inching nearer and nearer to his crotch under the table. The meeting room was silent save for the droning of Gimmjow complaining about why they couldn’t head over to the World of the Living and end Ichigo.

Your hand slid higher, nails dragging lightly over the fabric of his trousers, stopping just short of where you knew he was starting to harden. It was all too easy. Displaying that he wasn’t affected when his cock spoke an entirely different song. His voice remained steady, his face unreadable as he contributed to the list of reasons, but the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed his growing frustration. Without breaking his calm façade, his hand shot out, catching your wrist under the table with a firm yet silent warning. Rolling your eyes, you gave him an innocent smile as you wrung your wrist free of his grasp and continued.

However, before you could return to his cock, Gin cleared his throat to announce that the meeting was over. Albeit you assumed that he was merely shielding Aizen from your taunting, when it was the opposite.

Aizen had you pinned against the cold, smooth wall of his private chambers, his tall, imposing frame pressing close enough that you felt the heat radiating from his body. His fingers were wrapped around your wrists, holding them above your head with ease, while his other hand hovered just above your flushed, trembling form. His dark eyes were alight with a dangerous, almost amused glint, his expression one of infuriating calm, as though your predicament amused him more than it annoyed him.

“You thought you could tease me during a meeting and face no consequences?” he darkly chuckled as he brushed his lips against your ear, trailing it lower, as his tone grew to sound darkly amused. “You overestimate your freedom.”

His lips hovered just above yours, tantalisingly close, but he didn’t close the gap. Instead, his hand slid downward, brushing over your throat, your collarbone, and lower still, until his fingertips grazed the swell of your breasts. His touch was featherlight, maddeningly so, and every brush of his fingers only heightened your need, your desperation growing with each passing second.

Your breathing was erratic, chest heaving against his teasing hand. You tried to press your thighs together, seeking some semblance of relief, but his knee had slipped between your legs, keeping them spread just enough to frustrate you further. “Sosuke, please,” you murmured, your voice trembling with need, but his grip on your wrists tightened slightly, his expression shifting to one of warning.

“Did I give you permission to speak?” he asked, tilting his head slightly as he observed you. “You seem to forget your place.” His knee pressed upward, barely brushing against your aching core, the faint pressure eliciting a whimper from your lips. His smirk deepened. “Look at you. Already so desperate, and I’ve barely even touched you.”

His hand moved lower, trailing down your stomach until it reached the waistband of your uniform. With deliberate slowness, he tugged the fabric down, exposing your bare skin to the cool air of the room. The sudden exposure made you shiver, but the heat pooling in your core was far more consuming.

Aizen’s fingers brushed over your slick folds, a low hum of satisfaction escaping him as he felt how wet you were. “All this, from a little teasing? You truly are insatiable.” His thumb pressed lightly against your swollen clit, circling it with just enough pressure to make you gasp, but not enough to offer the relief you so desperately craved.

Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more friction, but Aizen’s hand withdrew immediately, his dark gaze narrowing. “Ah, ah. Patience,” he chided with a hint of gentle mockery. “You don’t get to dictate the pace here. That privilege belongs to me.”

He released your wrists, but before you could move, his hand gripped your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. “I want you to remember this moment,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “The next time you think of teasing me, you’ll recall how utterly powerless you are under my control.”

His lips finally met yours, but it was no act of tenderness. The kiss was demanding, consuming, his tongue claiming every inch of your mouth as his hand returned to your dripping heat. His fingers slid through your folds, spreading your slickness over your sensitive skin before pressing two fingers inside you. The sudden intrusion made you cry out against his lips, but he didn’t relent.

“Look at you, so needy, so eager,” he murmured against your lips as his fingers began a slow, deliberate rhythm, curling just enough to brush against that spot inside you that made your legs tremble. “But you won’t get what you want. Not yet.”

Your hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his uniform as you tried to ground yourself against the overwhelming sensations. His fingers worked you relentlessly, his thumb occasionally brushing over your clit just to keep you on edge but never giving you enough to push you over.

“S-Sosuke, please,” you begged, your voice a desperate whisper. “I need—”

“I know what you need,” he interrupted, his tone calm but firm. “But you’ll only have it when I decide you’ve earned it.”

His fingers withdrew suddenly, leaving you aching and empty, a frustrated whimper escaping your lips. He chuckled softly at your reaction, his amusement evident. “Poor thing,” he mocked, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. “So desperate, so needy. But you brought this upon yourself.”

He stepped back, leaving you trembling and vulnerable, your body aching for the release he so cruelly denied. “And now,” he said, his tone shifting back to that infuriating calm, “you’ll spend the rest of the day remembering this feeling. You’re not to touch yourself, not even once. Do you understand?”

The weight of his command settled over you, your mind racing at the thought of enduring the rest of the day in this state. You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. “Y-yes.”

“Good.” His smirk returned, and he reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face, the gesture oddly tender despite the situation. “Remember, this is a lesson. Don’t forget it.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Ukitake Jushiro ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Jushiro let out a quiet sigh, one that could have been mistaken for tiredness by anyone else, but you knew better. You couldn’t help the mischievous smile that curled on your lips, even as you kept sucking him slowly, teasingly. He had tried to scold you earlier for your boldness, his gentle reprimand about appropriate behaviour entirely undermined by the fact that he had grown hard almost immediately when you’d slid under the desk.

He cleared his throat, his voice as steady as he could manage. “You’re pushing your luck,” he murmured softly, his eyes flicking down briefly before returning to his report. “This is highly…inappropriate.”

You hummed around his cock in response, the vibrations making his breath hitch ever so slightly. You didn’t speed up, didn’t give him the relief he so clearly craved. Instead, you drew it out, relishing the way his body tensed, the way his hand gripped his brush just a little too tightly.

Jushiro exhaled a controlled breath, his free hand tightening into a fist against his thigh. “You’re testing my patience,” he warned, though his voice betrayed the struggle to maintain his usual serene tone. You smiled inwardly, enjoying the rare sight of him unsettled, the faint tremor in his hand as he tried to keep writing.

“It’s not often you lose it, Captain,” you purred, emphasising on his title as your tongue deliberately traced the veins on his cock all the way to the tip, swirling your tongue around the area before pressing a kiss.

The knock at the door was almost comical in its timing. Jushiro stiffened immediately, his breath catching in his throat. He shot you a look of warning, but you ignored it, your lips still moving slowly over his length, your tongue swirling around the sensitive head.

“Come in,” he called, his voice as even as he could make it, though there was a slight strain that would be imperceptible to anyone who didn’t know him well.

The door slid open, and one of his subordinates stepped in, bowing respectfully before beginning to speak. The man’s voice was steady as he delivered his message about an upcoming meeting and additional reports for the division. Jushiro nodded along, responding calmly, though his answers were clipped, his usual eloquence somewhat diminished.

You took the opportunity to escalate your teasing, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked him deeper, your tongue pressing against the underside of his cock. You felt him twitch, his thigh muscles tightening as he fought to keep his composure. His hand gripped the edge of the desk now, his knuckles white. Just as he was about to reach his peak, his breathing uneven, you pulled back abruptly, letting his cock slip from your lips.

He inhaled sharply, his frustration evident in the way his hands clenched into fists on the desk. You glanced up at him, catching the briefest flicker of annoyance in his usually calm eyes before he schooled his expression. The sight made you grin, stifling a laugh as you licked your lips, savouring the taste of him.

“Understood,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse. “Thank you. That will be all.”

The subordinate bowed again and departed, sliding the door shut behind him. The moment the latch clicked, Jushiro exhaled a shaky breath, his head tilting back slightly. His eyes closed for a moment, but when he opened them, they were sharp and focused, locking onto you beneath the desk.

You could see the frustration etched in his features, the faint flush on his cheeks. He looked at you as though he were trying to decide what to do with you, his lips pressed into a thin line. Then, with a sigh, he pushed his chair back slightly and extended a hand toward you.

“Come out,” he said softly, though there was an unmistakable edge to his tone.

You took his hand, allowing him to help you to your feet. The moment you were standing, he gazed at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. “That wasn’t very nice of you,” he murmured strained yet calmly. “What am I going to do with you?”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, knowing that no matter how stern he tried to sound, Jushiro’s inherently gentle nature meant he would never truly be angry with you. Still, there was something different in his eyes now, a flicker of fortitude that made your heart skip a beat.

Without another word, he grasped your waist and pressed you against the edge of his desk. His hands were swift as they untied your sash, letting it fall to the floor. Your hakama followed, pooling around your ankles. He lifted you effortlessly, settling you on the edge of the desk, his hands spreading your thighs wide to stand between them. His cock, still hard and glistening from your earlier ministrations, brushed against your inner thigh, making you shiver.

“You seem to think I’m too gentle. That you can tease me like that without consequences,” he whispered coolly, though there was a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “But sometimes, a little punishment is necessary.”

You tried to respond, but the words caught in your throat as he aligned himself with your entrance and pushed inside in one smooth motion. Your body arched instinctively, a gasp escaping your lips as he filled you completely. The stretch was exquisite, and you tried to move, to buck your hips against him, but his hands gripped your waist firmly, holding you still.

“Not so fast,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “You don’t get to move until I say so. You wanted to tease me, didn’t you?”

He began to move slowly, agonisingly slow, each thrust deliberate and measured. You whimpered, your hands gripping the edge of the desk for support as he set a pace that was both torturous and intoxicating. Your eyes falling on the sight of his cock disappearing between your folds with a slick sound. His hips rolled with a precision that left you trembling, each stroke hitting just the right spot to make you see stars.

“Apologise,” he calmly whispered, laced with an underlying dominance that made your pulse quicken. “Tell me you’re sorry for what you did.”

You bit your lip, torn between defiance and the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body. His hands tightened on your waist, his thrusts deepening slightly, making it even harder to think. “I—I’m sorry,” you managed to gasp, though the words were barely coherent.

“You’re forgetting something, love,” he reminded with playfulness in his tone. “Who am I?”

You hiccupped as he sent a particularly deep thrust that urged you to arch your back, pressing your chest into his. The words were at the tip of your tongue as you whined impatiently. “C-captain, I’m s-sorry.”

“Not good enough, love,” he teased, as a gentle smile tugged at his lips as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your neck. “Try again.”

He slowed his movements even further, almost pulling out entirely before pushing back in with antagonising slowness. The sensation was maddening, and you felt tears prick the corners of your eyes as your body begged for release. “I’m sorry, Captain,” you repeated, more earnestly this time, your voice trembling with need. “I won’t do it again, I promise.”

His smile widened slightly, and he pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “Much better, sweetheart,” he murmured. “But I’m not finished with you yet.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Shuhei Hisagi ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

His hands were everywhere—your waist, your back, the curve of your ass—as his lips moved hungrily against yours. The heat of his bare skin pressed against yours, the firmness of his muscles shifting beneath your touch as you clung to him. His tongue slid past your lips, tangling with yours in a kiss that was both passionate and unrelenting. His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling against your breasts as he leaned back into the sofa, dragging you more firmly into his lap.

You could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against your slick folds, the way his length throbbed against you as you shifted your hips slightly. The teasing friction sent jolts of pleasure through your body, and you couldn’t help the soft whimper that escaped your lips when the head of his cock brushed against your clit. A groan escaped his lips in response, his hands gripping your waist tightly as if to keep you from moving away.

“You know exactly what you’re doing,” he muttered, low and husky as his eyes locked onto yours. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, but there was a flicker of impatience in his gaze, a hunger that he was struggling to control. “Keep grinding on me like that, and I might not be able to hold back.”

You gave him a teasing smile, your hips rolling against him again. His cock slid along your wet folds, the sensation making both of you gasp. Hisagi’s head fell back against the sofa, a deep groan rumbling from his throat as you leaned forward to press kisses along the side of his neck. Your hands roamed over his chest, your fingertips brushing over the intricate lines of his tattoos, and you could feel the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch.

He shifted slightly beneath you, his cock pressing more insistently against your entrance, and you knew he was ready for more. You lifted your hips just enough to line him up, the swollen head of his cock pressing against your tight opening. Slowly, you began to sink down onto him, the stretch making your breath hitch as he filled you inch by inch. Hisagi’s hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he watched you take him, his eyes dark with lust.

“Fuck,” he groaned as you finally settled yourself fully onto his cock. “You’re so tight.”

His head fell back, his eyes squeezed shut as your walls clenched around him, slick and warm and perfect. You couldn’t deny the pleasure that coursed through you as his thick length stretched you so perfectly, but instead of moving, you stayed still, your walls fluttering around him. His brow furrowed in confusion at first, his hands flexing against your hips as he tried to urge you to move. When you didn’t, his lips quirked into a bemused smile. He opened his mouth to speak, but you placed a finger against his lips, silencing him.

“Shh,” you murmured. “We’re just going to stay like this for a while.”

His eyes snapped open, wide with disbelief. “Are you serious right now?”

You hummed in response, resting your head against his shoulder as though you had every intention of staying put. His hands flexed against your waist, his frustration mounting as your walls fluttered around him, taunting him.

“Do you have any idea how hard it is not to just flip you over and fuck you right now?” he muttered, strained.

You bit your lip, suppressing a smile as you leaned forward, your breasts brushing against his chest. “Maybe,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his as you spoke.

You could feel the tension in his body, the way his cock twitched inside you as he fought to keep control. But instead of giving in, he leaned back slightly, his lips curling into a wicked smirk. “Alright,” he said with mock calm. “You want to tease? Let’s see who can do it better.”

Before you could respond, his hands slid up your sides, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples. He leaned forward, his lips finding your neck again, this time trailing slow, measured kisses down to your collarbone. His hips remained perfectly still, but his cock throbbed inside you, a constant reminder of his presence. His lips found your breast, and he took your nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it with maddening precision. The combination of his mouth on you and his cock buried deep inside had you squirming, but Hisagi’s hands held you firmly in place.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he mumbled against your skin like a dark velvet. “But you’re not going to get away with teasing me.”

His hands moved to your waist, and he began to roll his hips in slow, shallow thrusts, just enough to make you feel the drag of his cock against your walls. The movement was torturously light, each shift sending a jolt of pleasure through your body without giving you the satisfaction of a full thrust. His lower abdomen and tufts of his hair brushing against your clit. “You feel that?” he rumbled. “That’s what you’re making me do. You’re driving me insane.”

You let out a soft moan, your hands gripping his shoulders for support as he continued his slow, teasing movements. Hisagi’s lips found yours again, and he kissed you deeply, his tongue sweeping into your mouth as his hands roamed your body. His control was infuriatingly precise, his every movement calculated to make you beg for more.

“If you wanted to tease me, you should have been ready to handle the consequences,” he chuckled against your lips darkly. “Because now, I’m not stopping until you’re begging me to fuck you properly.”

His hips pressed up into you with slightly more force, his cock brushing against your most sensitive spots, prompting you to cry out. The pleasure was overwhelming, but it wasn’t enough to push you over the edge. Your thighs trembled as you tried to move, but Hisagi’s hands held you firmly in place, his strength unyielding.

“Uh-uh,” he chided, his grin widening. “You don’t get to move. Not until I say so.”

The pressure built inside you with every slow roll of his hips, your body aching for release. His dark eyes watched you intently, his gaze filled with a mix of desire and satisfaction as he saw the effect he was having on you. “You’re close, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice low and taunting. “I can feel you squeezing me.”

You whimpered in response, your head falling forward as the tension in your body reached its breaking point. His lips found your ear, and he whispered, “All you have to do is beg. Tell me you’re sorry for teasing me, and I’ll give you what you want.”

Your pride held you back for a moment, but the overwhelming need for release finally broke your resolve. “I’m sorry,” you desperately pleaded. “Please, babe. I need you.”

A satisfied smirk spread across his face, and he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. “That’s my good girl,” he said, his voice dripping with approval. “Now, hold on tight.”

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @stygianoir @edensrose

©satsugacafé 2025: no permission to repost, plagiarise, copy or translate my work onto any other platform or this one.

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“I’m expecting great things from you”

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A lot of people on Tik Tok have migrated over to the Chinese app RedNote, and the Chinese users are so fucking funny about it. I saw one comment that was like "Welcome, I was the Chinese citizen assigned to spy on your data, I missed you"

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Actually, no. I can say this way more succinctly. Neil Gaiman I hope you rot in the deepest circle of fucking hell.

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Anyway, more verified reporting on Neil Gaiman is out and it's real bad, folks, it just is. I'm not going to link it here, but there are plenty of free links floating around.

I cannot stress this enough, if the topic of sexual assault and graphic details are going to be severely distressing for you, please do not read it. That is not something you have to do to yourself. You do not have to do penance for finding his work meaningful, previously praised it, or enjoyed interacting with him on Tumblr. This is not on you. No one needs that from you, no matter how it may feel.

If this is personally devastating, you can (and should!) take some time to process it. You don't owe the internet a hot take or force yourself to feel the right emotion. Just take a break until you find the right headspace to be in. Please take care of yourselves.

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Being a great artist and being a good person are in fact not correlated. And I need you all to internalize this so badly because the idea that art is a moral litmus test is and always has been bullshit. It makes it so much easier to excuse awful people when you have this conception tying them to good art. And it's also supremely unhelpful to be like "well I never like [x person]" because sorry but you my friend are not immune to propaganda.

I have no words for the disgust in my heart against Neil Gaiman. I am ashamed that we live in a world that enabled him for so long. I am ashamed that he will walk away scot free compared to the unspeakable cruelty and harm he inflicted so callously on his victims. And I am so angry.

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post mission care

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“maybe in another universe.”

──★ ˙ ̟ (n.) NANA !! 18 they / them . a yandere original character x reader blog.

requests . open ─── brainrots . open

[ ! ] guidelines . m.list . characters . tagnavi

꩜ .ᐟ interaction. @starelation

“why can’t it be this one?”

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꒰ SAILING TOWARDS A TOMORROW.

*⁀✧˚₊ RIRI !! she &&. her

I. MASTERLIST . II. GUIDELINES . III. TAGS

requests. open ⎯⎯⎯⎯ brainrots. open

ꕥ ! interaction. @riri-in

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₊❏❜ ⋮ Fading Hope. ⌒

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

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₊❏❜ ⋮ Fading Hope. ⌒

: ̗̀➛ “I notice everything, I just act like I don’t.”

{ species } orenda.

{ age } 27.

{ gender } female.

{ mbti } entp.

{ alias } the director’s daughter, the heir.

𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔. . . wind enters through the open veranda, the glass stained with a mist, where memories shall linger forever.

the past is a wound that cannot be healed by time. it is a story, inscribed in the skin of the bearer. yet, no face come up. she has forgotten them, and can only remember that warm embrace that belonged to the one who used to be her mother.

it turns hotter, reminding her of that incident. reminding her why the color red is so striking in her view. especially amongst a garden of white roses.

that child who sleeps inside of her has opened her eyes, begging for a way out of those walls. she will indulge, for once. discovering the world that has been cut away from her eyes. see what lies in those streets, the words exchanged by the people.

the old painting on the wall seems to shine over a bygone smile. looking towards the now open gates as her daughter tastes a réal for the first time in ages.

hand in hand with her past self, that world is now hers.

𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒈. . .

. a diary full of dried flowers. she collects them with a greedy fever, always wishing to see more of those. when night arrives, she shows it to her mother’s portrait on her desk.

. hairpins. someone with such long hair will need those of course ! hair ties ? she still needs to let others see the entirety of her hair though.

. a lipstick stained napkin, that she changes often into a new one. it is to take away the excess on her lips.

. a watch given to her by her father. he does not want her to stay outside once it becomes too late, and with that she always know what time it is.

𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. . .

. pink, brushed and straight long-length hair that extends until her lower back. never ties it, except when she makes a braid to go to bed. otherwise the knots that will come afterwards are a nightmare to take care of.

. seaweed green eyes, with some eyeliner and a bit of eyeshadow. her pupils almost disappear when she uses her powers too much.

. fair skin, not too pale, but still has a slight tan that remains since she often goes out after finally getting the permission to do so. very feminine facial features.

. 5’6” (167 cm) with a slightly chubby body.

. has a very good fashion, with long dresses adorned by different jewels. does not really have a favorite outfit, she wears what she wants when she wants it. not like anyone goes against her knowing who she is.

. has an helix and lobe piercing on her left ear so she can wear a chain earring.

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚. . .

. appears calm and collected most of the time. but it is only a facade.

. in reality, spending even one hour with her breaks down all of those rumors and shows a more… chaotic side of her.

. she is extremely daring, and even sometimes teasing.

. this mostly stems from a deep curious need to always know more, about the world, about people, about everything that she may come across.

. an adventurer at heart, she climbed on the gates more than once, giving her father a heart attack and making him give up to keep her contained in the palace at some point.

. she also knows she is beautiful, not to the point she becomes narcissistic or arrogant, but to the point confidence constantly spills out of her, and can motivate anyone.

. she was born to be a leader.

. knows when to have fun, but also knows when seriousness is needed and can switch accordingly quickly.

. deep down lies someone more vulnerable, someone who misses her mother dearly and seeks any possible thrill in hopes of forgetting that clench in her heart, and that guilt towards how powerless she was when she died.

. so, she will have fun in life, and make her mother and ancestors proud by becoming the sun of this place, who will shine upon everyone equally.

𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂. . .

. her skincare routine is comically enormous.

. has two dogs named cupcake and muffin. they are the protectors of the palace and attack burglars, yet turn into cuddle bug when she is in the room.

. her sweet tooth is unmatched, and she does not look after her weight at all.

. can play the violin and the piano, and make up a song on the spot sometimes.

. still sneaks out at night often, especially when the memories catch up to her as some horrible nightmares.

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₊❏❜ ⋮ Fate’s Serenade. ⌒

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⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

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₊❏❜ ⋮ Fate’s Serenade. ⌒

: ̗̀➛ “The spark in her eyes, was stolen by the sorrows in her heart.”

{ species } occult.

{ age } 24.

{ gender } female.

{ mbti } isfj.

{ alias } flo, missy detective (beatrice).

𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔. . . a silence envelops the room, and the oxygen in her lungs feel heavy. a burden to carry until death comes her way.

the girl down the street is all she is considered as, and yet, under that closed off and somewhat aloof exterior lies a broken heart, yearning for the ultimate repose, or for her own mind to take away the memories of what happened, like it always do.

why must she remembers the hardships, and forget the happiness that trails behind her like her shadow: unattainable, and yet clinging so close ?

but she must not give up, and refuses to let herself be drowned in those hopeless thoughts. so she grabs her brush one more time, ready to push away the dust on the ancient

if she cannot find history, then she will write her own tale, and create the imperfect tomorrow with hands that can carry dozens of hearts.

for herself, and for them.

𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒈. . .

. an old picture and video projector, found at the foot of the trash during a thursday’s night after she got home a bit late.

. a strong scented perfume, a mix between peach and dragon fruit. it does not belong to her, beatrice put that there.

. a second pair of glasses, not prescribed correctly, but can be used for a short period of time if her current ones end up damaged.

. a book. voluminous, some words are written all over the place, and strangely enough she can read it. it often changes for different subjects.

𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. . .

. dark, messy and wavy medium-length hair that extends until the base of her neck. brushing it won’t save it.

. royal blue eyes, with no makeup. her right pupil turns into a white star when using her powers.

. pale skin tone, with only a few freckles on her face. her facial features are a bit androgynous, making her look like a young boy while still leaning on the feminine side.

. 5’1” (154 cm) with no muscles.

. her fashion often consists in some comfortable and casual clothes. her favorite one being a black long sleeved shirt with a turtleneck, and on top of it a white cardigan, with some loose pants and normal shoes.

. lobe piercing on each ear.

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚. . .

. aloof and cold faced, often wears a poker face that leans on the sadder side.

. often considered a shy little bean by others, and is either ignored or picked on by people stronger than her.

. she knows how to throw remarks though.

. even after all that happened, and the constant discriminations, she manages to remain honest and kind-hearted. especially with kids and elders.

. has a secret sarcastic side, which has been given to her by beatrice. rolls her eyes quite a lot, often accompanied by a scoff or a sigh.

. can be quite stubborn, especially when she knows she is right, and is ready to let the person in front of her over explain themselves to the point they realize their own mistake and skedaddle away.

. with her friends, she is caring, and sometimes it is unfortunately a bit overbearing — constant check up, some gifts here and there, or sending risi their way to check on them — but she means well.

. although, she remains extremely insecure, and has the bad habit of isolating whenever she feels the slightest change in others.

. “what you cannot see cannot hurt you” is what she often thinks to motivate herself into thinking that distancing is great once in a while. if she cannot see the others change, then they haven’t changed.

. no matter how she sees herself, she has a heart of gold, and if kindness is shown to her, she will return it tenfold.

𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂. . .

. has a pact with a blomster (spirit that collects flowers) named risi. the two are inseparable.

. has an ocarina, and she can use it.

. her sleep schedule is a big mess, and she often falls asleep on her desk because of it.

. knows sign language.

. feeds cats on the streets, so now every time she takes midnight strolls around the city, there are random cats following her around.

[edensrose]

*⁀✧˚₊ BEFORE YOU READ !!

you will find here the characters separated into the different areas they belong to, with next to them a link for any work done about them and their personal moodboard. later on there will be a lorebook if i can call it like that (still being worked on) with all important informations and a playlist (which is bound to change over time).

for the chapters, a new link will be added specifically for it when i will start publishing them. for now, there is no chapter at all, only the characters.

thank you for your time and have a good reading !

*⁀✧˚₊ ETHOYDA — THE LAND OF CHIMAERA.

𝖮𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗅, 𝖤𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗒𝖽𝖺 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝖲𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗁𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗌.

. 𝖥𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖫𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗒. 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌. 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽.

. 𝖯𝗁𝖺𝖾𝖽𝗋𝖺 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌. 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽.

. 𝖢𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗅 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌. 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽.

. 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖣𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗅. 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌. 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽.

. 𝖢𝗂𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝖤𝖺𝗋𝗅. 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌. 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽.

. 𝖪𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾. 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌. 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽.

. 𝖹𝗂𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗇. 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌. 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽.

. 𝖡𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖵𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂. 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌. 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽.

. 𝖠𝗇𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽𝖺. 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌. 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝖽𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽.

[edensrose]

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ ( 𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒏'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 )﹕never thought I'd actually write a jjk imagine but anyway @a-contemplation-upon-flowers this one is for you bbg <3

( I'm not immune to sugu sob ) | cw: smut . fem reader . clit playing . fingering . clit obsessed sugu . oral . penetrative sex . he's soooo mean . pussy smacking ꒱

Suguru who loves every. Single. Part of you. . . But he's absolutely obsessed with your clit.

He can't help it. His tender strokes along the throbs of it always leave you shivering. The stuttered vertical rub of his calloused thumb pad that turns from tender to downright cruel — the way your eyes cross and you buck up into him. Give him a reason to rake his free hand through your hair in such a tender, loving motion - then slam it into the sheets. Leave you sprawling. Gasping.

"Ssshhh, sweetheart. You can just take it for me, can't you?"

Half-lidded eyes hang heavy with an amused-laced lust. The bastard dips his thumb to feather along your slit instead. The crease at the centre of his brows follows a sickeningly sweet croon - a hushed - "oh, ohh what's the matter? Why the tears? Come now,"

He'll swirl his thumb over your slick, twitching clit at a pace that is far from apologetic. Even with his 'kind' eyes that look upon you as though you are a fragile, pitiful little woodland creature.

"What's it you always say? You can take it? So take it, pretty." He's craned over you much like a wolf ready to tear canines through. Clamp and claw and claim — and still. He's not leaving your poor clit alone.

It doesn't matter if it's his thumb. Or tip of his sly tongue swirling tight circles. His lips locked around the nub while his fingers hook deep into your gummy walls. Knuckle-fuck you through your first orgasm — and you're already overstimmed. Already squirting.

Even once he's stretching you out on his cock. Bouncing you back into him and creaming you got all yours worth. Where's his hand? Up front. Thumbing your clit. Giving it a little spank.

"She's so pretty isn't she? So sensitive," he'd drawl into your ear. As though he isn't making your poor girl down there go numb.

Then he's pinching. Rolling it cruelly between his thumb and index. Until you're squirting a perfect ring of cum around the base of his dick for the umpteenth time.

He's heard of vile men who know nothing of that delightful little bud. He's simply doing his due diligence.

[edensrose]

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ꒰ ( 𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒏'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 )﹕never thought I'd actually write a jjk imagine but anyway @a-contemplation-upon-flowers this one is for you bbg <3

( I'm not immune to sugu sob ) | cw: smut . fem reader . clit playing . fingering . clit obsessed sugu . oral . penetrative sex . he's soooo mean . pussy smacking ꒱

Suguru who loves every. Single. Part of you. . . But he's absolutely obsessed with your clit.

He can't help it. His tender strokes along the throbs of it always leave you shivering. The stuttered vertical rub of his calloused thumb pad that turns from tender to downright cruel — the way your eyes cross and you buck up into him. Give him a reason to rake his free hand through your hair in such a tender, loving motion - then slam it into the sheets. Leave you sprawling. Gasping.

"Ssshhh, sweetheart. You can just take it for me, can't you?"

Half-lidded eyes hang heavy with an amused-laced lust. The bastard dips his thumb to feather along your slit instead. The crease at the centre of his brows follows a sickeningly sweet croon - a hushed - "oh, ohh what's the matter? Why the tears? Come now,"

He'll swirl his thumb over your slick, twitching clit at a pace that is far from apologetic. Even with his 'kind' eyes that look upon you as though you are a fragile, pitiful little woodland creature.

"What's it you always say? You can take it? So take it, pretty." He's craned over you much like a wolf ready to tear canines through. Clamp and claw and claim — and still. He's not leaving your poor clit alone.

It doesn't matter if it's his thumb. Or tip of his sly tongue swirling tight circles. His lips locked around the nub while his fingers hook deep into your gummy walls. Knuckle-fuck you through your first orgasm — and you're already overstimmed. Already squirting.

Even once he's stretching you out on his cock. Bouncing you back into him and creaming you got all yours worth. Where's his hand? Up front. Thumbing your clit. Giving it a little spank.

"She's so pretty isn't she? So sensitive," he'd drawl into your ear. As though he isn't making your poor girl down there go numb.

Then he's pinching. Rolling it cruelly between his thumb and index. Until you're squirting a perfect ring of cum around the base of his dick for the umpteenth time.

He's heard of vile men who know nothing of that delightful little bud. He's simply doing his due diligence.