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Poem For Rebecca Bunch, Brianna Albers

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#1 crush. vent doodle

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🕯️ sukuna for suguboo :)c idk which verse to go with omg

i'll have to ask where he got his knife, how expensive it was. and i think he's got notes i missed when i was out sick, i'll get those too. maybe he wants to get coffee after class? my hangover is bad and i'm out until uraume comes back. what kind of coffee does he like? i wonder if he enjoys sweets, he never eats in class. i should bring him—

"oh, yeah. sorry. zoned out."

@gravesung, some thoughts: in culinary school

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my honest reaction to this information

GEESE YUKI IS COMING I WIN!!!!!!

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GEESE YUKI IS COMING I WIN!!!!!!

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Vordhosbn - Submitted by: fastman27

#332833 #423A57 #545275 #6C7692 #90A3AE #B1CCCC #C4DCCD

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i think that i was destined to find you because there is not a single other person on earth that i think matches my freak SO completely

the way every single muse i have has been wrecked by at least one of tsari's muses is simply peak entertainment and freak on freak solidarity

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“ Would you wear a collar for me? ”// Sukuna

sukuna looks up from his book with both eyebrows raised in an uncharacteristic moment of complete surprise. excitement, too, when he's certain he's heard gojo correctly.

"without question."

he smirks.

"though i am curious: why do you seek a more permanent claim than bite marks and scratches down my back? do i not seem sufficiently domesticated?"

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send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.

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PINNED // kenjaku to shoo <3

soul is the body, body is the soul. that's one theory, anyway. honestly, no matter what the truth is, what she's doing right now is deeply fucked up. unforgivable.

"—ahhh, fuck, don't stop—"

shoko is pressed up against the wall by the force of his body, small hands pinned above by large ones. he's cold, runs cold, but his breath is hot when he taunts her with geto's voice and it's so easy to just...lean into it no matter how sick it makes her feel after.

she's practically dripping down his thighs, her body and her cunt are aching with the mercilessness of his positioning her and the way he keeps her folded up so brutally.

this is what you wanted, right? to feel him again? well, do you?

suguru, suguru, suguru. her mind is a tempest, an endless storm. the only thing holding back angry tears is the fact that her eyes are shut tight in response to the pleasure-pain. but she needs it to hurt, because if it isn't a punishment it will only drive her further down this spiral staircase she's begun to walk. it has to be a punishment because if it is not punishment it is betrayal, desecration of his corpse, breaking their vows—until death do us part? no, after. i can't give you up. after.

he looks at her like she'd look at a patient—curious, focused, maybe even a little amused. or...not a patient, a pet. a pretty toy. plaything.

fine, if it keeps his body close, if it gives her the chance to hold it the way she was denied after the night parade, shoko will be whatever he wants. after all, she isn't here because of kenjaku's sparkling personality.

she holds him tighter, hides her face in his neck. ...different shampoo. huh.

suguru, it's you, it's you i want, you're the only one i've ever wanted. i hope you know that. i hope you know how much i loved you. i wish i could have said it to your face every day. i'm glad we had the time we did.

"m'close. harder. hurt me."

@vzmky

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THE X-FILES | 4.17

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woah this character is so cool i wish they were covered in blood their whole body trembling with a look of absolute horror on their face as theyre struggling to breathe in panic

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you ever feel like you were born with something rotten inside you and if people get close enough they’re gonna find out

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kaori doesn't keep bodies in the basement. there are no shrines to eldritch gods, no altars to sacrifice unwilling victims upon. but there is a death certificate, the clothes she died in. and there are the souls of sorcerers wrapped in talismans, waiting to be implanted into their new hosts.

kenjaku is comfortable planning well in advance, the best outcomes often come out of an excess of preparedness.

just look at yuji.

"shhh," she whispers, kissing the top of his head and closing the door with her foot as she turns both of them away from the entrance to the basement. "it's okay. mama just wants to make sure you don't fall and get hurt in the dark."

her little miracle is deposited onto the kitchen counter softly, kaori immediately crouching to take yuji's little hand in hers and pepper it with kisses. he's going to be a handful, she knows, but he's also going to be stronger than he could ever imagine.

the perfect child, the perfect host.

"you're too little still, but i promise one day i'll tell you all about the things at the bottom of the stairs." with a grin, she pinches his nose. "all those boring papers and old pieces of furniture that mama and daddy can't let go of."

@keiteiken, continued from here

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«Disarmament»

The husband is buttering up ahaha