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clockwayswrites · 3 days ago
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The Birdritch's Nest part 25
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“That is a lot of plants,” Jason said. He swept his eyes over the space as he slipped his lock picks back into their little pouch.
“He has a botanist friend, apparently, and she keeps giving him plants,” Dick explained as he squeezed past Jason and into the apartment.
“Why are you here again?”
“Because I have a car which is better to carry all of Danny’s stuff in than your bike,” Dick explained. He went over to the wall of plants in front of the windowed corner and squinted down at something on his phone.
Jason pulled out his own phone to glance at what Tim had sent. “You say ‘all Danny’s stuff’ like the list was long. The guy hasn’t exactly been demanding.”
“The ‘guy’ expects to actually go home in a few days,” Dick pointed out.
“And is an adult and so can, you know, actually go home,” Jason retorted.
“Damian’s attached.”
“…I concede to your point,” Jason said once that thought sunk in. “Double the clothing asked for?”
“Basically. Make sure that he has a weeks worth, Alfred can always do laundry,” Dick said before letting out a little noise of triumph and doing something over by the plants. “There, watering system turned on.”
“Congratulations, you’re a genius,” Jason drawled. “Now go get his medication gathered up and snoop a little while you’re at it.”
“I thought we weren’t supposed to be snooping,” Dick, words a teasing sing-song as he passed by.
Jason flicked him off. “Like you wouldn’t anyways. I just want to know what you find.”
“Only if you tell me what you find in the bedroom.”
“Deal.”
The bedroom was almost startlingly normal after the plant filled living main room. It didn’t look like Danny really spent much time in it beyond sleeping. The bed was absentmindedly fixed, a black down comforter over pale blue sheets. There was a paperback on the nightstand next to a lamp and a pocket sized notebook with a pen clipped onto the bent and battered cover.
It was the first thing that Jason picked up.
The notebook was obviously where Danny made notes when he was already settled in bed. As Jason flipped through the pages there was everything from to-do lists to invention ideas to… a lot of thought about wings. Jason turned the notebook in his hands. That page wasn’t in English. The language felt like it was on the tip of Jason’s tongue but he just couldn’t get it out.
Maybe some sort of dialect?
Jason couldn’t actually read it, but there was enough to piece together from similarities that tugged on his memory. Enough to understand it was about the wings. Something about the process of change? Aging?
“Hey Jay?” Dick interrupted, scattering Jason’s thoughts. “Can you read the label on these bottles? There’s some serious printing issues happening, I can’t even tell what language it’s in.”
The pill bottle felt oddly cold in Jason’s hand when he took it from Dick, but maybe the bathroom just had shit heating in this place. It would be just like Gotham builders to mess that up.
“Oh, that’s the same thing Danny is writing in here,” Jason said passing the notebook to Dick. “It’s something about wings and getting old, I think, but I can’t really read it.”
“Read it? I don’t even know what it is. Gives me a headache just to look at it,” Dick grumbled as he flipped through the notebook. “The whole bird thing has really been on his mind, hasn’t it?”
Jason gave a little huff. “Do you blame him? The guy has wings now. It would be on my mind too.”
“Yeah… guess I really can’t,” Dick said and snapped a picture of the page with the unknown writing to send to the group chat. “Any idea what it is?”
“Nope. It’s like it’s a distant dialect or that it uses some of the same alphabet of something I learned some of once. Like how Chinese and Japanese use some of the same characters, you know?” Jason explained as he opened the side table drawer and then quickly closed it again. That was more than he needed to know about Danny. “Maybe something from when I was catatonic in the league, who knows. There were a lot of languages in that place.”
“Cass or Damian might now it then,” Dick said as he eyed the drawer Jason had now moved away from.
“Don’t, trust me,” Jason said. “Did you get the medications you needed to grab?”
“Yeah, they’re in the bag. Just a standard bathroom, really. Though he keeps his toothbrush in this old mug with a hero I don’t recognize on it, someone called Phantom.”
“Doesn’t ring a bell, but it sure sounds like a hero name. Add it to the list,” Jason said as he started on gathering up the requested clothing and extra enough to last a week. “Check the closet to see if there are any shits in there that work around wings.”
Jason rolled his eyes as Dick threw the closet doors open dramatically and focused on his task. Jeans, sweatpants, underwear, what he guessed was pajamas were all added to the bag.
“So, nothing that looks like it was made for wings,” Dick said and tossed some normal shirts and a few sweaters into the bag. Jason sighed and folded them neatly. “Maybe he hasn’t had time to find any yet? It hasn’t been that long since the bird thing and seems it all started there. Or maybe he’s just always home when he’s had then?”
“Better let Alfred know then. He’ll want to get something as soon as possible.”
“Yeah, good point,” Dick agreed.
While Dick stepped out of the bedroom to call Alfred, Jason took the time to double check the list. It really was pretty basic. Jason didn’t know if Danny was just trying to not be demanding or if the guy didn’t need much, but Jason went ahead and put the bedside paperback and notebook in the bad too. Jason slung the duffel bag Dick had brought over his shoulder (he totally could have ridden his bike like this) and took a little bit of time to snoop through Danny’s bookcase while Dick finished the call. Sci-fi, horror, old text books, and a ton of notebooks filled the shelf with knickknacks and a few figures. Jason at least had to give Danny points for having some of the sci-fi classics, even if the range of works was pretty limited.
“Okay, Alfred is on it,” Dick said. “Anything else we need to do?”
“Nah, I think we’re good,” Jason said. Something made him not want to look through the notebooks, like they had already done enough snooping. It was an odd feeling. “Let’s get going, I’m hungry for whatever dinner is.”
“You’re always hungry,” Dick said.
Jason shrugged rather than dealing with how true that statement was. “I’m a growing boy.”
“You’re a trash pit.”
“Yeah, you want to go there, cereal boy?”
“Leave my cereal out of it!”
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AN: I do love writing Dick & Jason so much. Can you tell I have an older brother? Also sorry for the mistakes I'm sure are abounding. Guess who turns out to be anemic? This critter! Maybe getting that fixed will help...
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misahyochaeng · 19 hours ago
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Candy
(Fem!Reader x Poly!Samo)🔞
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tw: Dom!Samo, Sub!Reader, Club/Stripper!AU, Dancer!Samo, Slight CnC, Drunk sex, Threesome, Food play, Exhibitionism, Shy!Reader, “Unexperienced" Reader, Fingering, Body worship, Mentions of liquids or spit of some sort, Backstage sex (REPOST FROM MY WATTPAD!!!!)
a/n: this is an old chapter i’ve decided to repost, im sorry if the writing style is off.
—"Come on, Y/N, stop being such a sore loser!"
Nayeon mocked as she gave you a light shove on your shoulder. Jihyo looking at you with furrowed eyebrows as she crossed her arms.
—"All you do is play games at home, go out with us for once!!"
Your roommates complained, they were usually party people, often out drinking or clubbing; you on the other hand were completely opposite.
You preferred to stay in, sure you liked to go out from time to time and have fun, but you didn't see the need to do it all the time, you'd rather stay home and have your alone time.
Though the nagging was getting on your nerves, and you knew it wasnt gonna end any time soon, so you gave in.
—"Alright, Alright.."
You groaned, standing up from bed, running a hand through your messy bed hair.
Before you know it, the girls pulled you into your vanity for a "makeover".
Nayeon did your makeup, while Jihyo chose a proper outfit for you, and in a matter of seconds, you were fully dolled up.
They both checked you out, smirking a bit.
—"Not bad, Y/N.. you should thank us."
Jihyo remarked in a slightly cocky tone.
You looked in a mirror and was a bit taken aback from your appearance, you were wearing a short, dark red bodycon dress, topping it off with black heels and a leather jacket, and your makeup was dark yet femenine; it was obvious you were gonna catch some looks in the club.
—"Oh wow,"
You mumble as you stared brainlessly at the mirror,
—"Yeahh, yeahh.. we know, you look stunning."
Nayeon said in a bit of a sultry voice, creeping up behind you and hugging you, hands on your waist and squeezing your sides, she smiled as she leaned on your shoulder.
—"Let's get going."
Jihyo replied as she dragged you both into the car, drifting away to the club.
The club was packed when you got there, visible for a weekend, you let out a shaky sigh as Nayeon held onto your arm and led you to the club, showing your ID to the bouncer as you finally reached inside.
After a while, you lost the girls, they had downed so many drinks down your system that your head was pounding and everything felt like a slight blur.
You stumbled around trying to find them until you bumped into two girls, groaning as you fell hard on your bottom.
—"Fuck, i'm sorry."
You rubbed yourself softly before looking up, jaw falling open and eyes widening at the sight.
There hovered two dancers, you'd been observing their entire performance before and having them this close felt surreal.
—"Wow... i mean, sorry, did i say that out loud?"
You stammered, eyebrows furrowing and cheeks flushing slightly in embarrassment,
The dancer with black hair and bangs stared at you with amusement, the latter next to her giggling a bit and reaching her hand out to you.
You finally realized you'd been on the floor the whole time, taking her gentle hand and standing up.
—"I-i'm really sorry about that."
—"It's okay honey."
The girl with bangs replied, eyeing the girl next to her, it was like they were communicating with just eye contact.
—"Say, you seem nice.. you alone? how about a drink with us."
—"No I' should get going to my frie—"
—"Whatever, come on let's go."
The two well dressed dancers grabbed you and pulled you into their own backstage room, you passed by bouncers, dancers and even pimps flirting with girls.
As you crashed on the couch, the girls began pouring pure alcohol.
—"Loosen up, sweetheart, let's have some drinks, no?"
The brown haired girl handed you a shot, your hand a bit shaky as you took it gently.
—"I'm Sana by the way, and my little companion there is Momo."
She said as she pointed at the cold looking girl with bangs mixing up the drinks, you weren't gonna lie, her presence was scary.
—"And you are?.."
—"Y/N."
You replied quick, bringing a pillow to your lap, covering your revealing outfit.
—"Great, Y/N! Well.. how about we play some drinking games, loosen up a bit. hm?"
Sana appealed as Momo quietly brought over the multiple shot glasses and cups.
—"Alright.."
You blurted awkwardly as you began playing.
—"Okay, the games pretty simple, we'll flip a coin and the player has to guess if it's head or tails, whoever loses has to be given a shot by their opponent, alright?"
Sana inquired, eyes staring at you with a slight glint; you nodded.
—"Alright! I'll do it with my dear Momo so you'll visualize the game a bit better."
Sana smiled, scooting over to Momo who was staring at you both with an unreadable expression.
Sana pulled out a coin and flipped it, covering it with her hand after taking a peek.
—"Alright Momoring, heads or tails?"
Sana said in a cheeky tone, a mischievous smile plastered on her face.
There was a moment of silence as Momo thinked, the bass of the music outside the backstage only being heard.
—"Tails."
Momo replied, smirking softly as she read Sana's face for a response.
—"Dangit!"
Sana groaned softly, a pout evident on her face.
Momo chuckled as she stood up and picked up a shot glass, pushing Sana down gently on the couch next to you, her eyes darkened and dominant, she lifted Sana's chin up and forced her mouth open, pouring the shot glass into the latter's mouth.
The sight brought a feeling to your stomach, you didn't know if it was Momo's hand placement and her cocky smirk as she hovered and poured the alcohol down Sana's mouth; or if it was Sana's beady eyes, staring up at Momo as the intoxicating liquids fell in her mouth, plump lips shining as a bit of the liquid dropped down her chin.
Sana swallowed and knocked you out of your trance by speaking up.
—"Alright, you see? nice and simple! Now it's Momo's turn."
She smiled as if she wasn't looking up at her friend needily just seconds ago.
—"U-uhmm.."
—"Alright, Y/N, heads or tails?"
Momo bluntly interrupted, arms crossed as she looked down at you, a competitive smile on her face.
—"Heads?"
Momo nodded, flipping the coin swiftly and taking a look at it, she giggled before exchanging a look with Sana.
—"Wrong!"
She began approaching you even more, shot glass in her hand, but this time it was different, Sana began slithering over to your direction too.
They both had test tube shot glasses in their hands, as they got closer, both Sana and Momo straddled each of your thighs, practically pinning you down as Momo forced your mouth open.
—"Spice things up a bit, no?"
They both put the tubes in their mouth, leaning in, lips practically brushing as she both passed the liquid into your system.
—"Fuck.."
You groaned as you swallowed, the alcohol burning your throat.
—"We're gonna have a lot of fun with you."
They said in unison.
Hours passed and you played even more games, though for some reason you kept losing and drinking more and more, over and over again.
—"You lose again, Y/N"
Sana said in a teasing tone, straddling your lap as Momo handed her another shot glass, a lollipop inside the glass, adding a sweet cherry flavor to the alcohol.
—"A-again... thiss iss unfair—ugh..."
You slurred over your words, you were drunk out of your fucking mind from the amount of drinks the girls had made you take, and the amount of times you lost.
—"Shh, i know, i know, princess, just take it."
Sana glided her thumb across your lips, parting them open, taking out the lollipop, taping out the excess liquid from it before making you suck on it.
—"Fuck.."
She cursed under her breath before pouring the alcohol into your mouth, the cherry liquid dripping from your lips down your chin.
Sana couldn't resist any longer, glueing her mouth onto your bottom lips, sucking and licking up the spilling liquids.
You hummed against her lips, too drunk out of your mind to even acknowledge what was happening.
Your kisses began getting sloppy, small moans escaping your lips as Sana toyed with your chest, Momo slowly creeping behind.
—"Took you fucking long enough, how about we take this off?"
Momo laid behind you, hands massaging your shoulders and kissing your neck while Sana went to work on your lips and chest.
—"I could practically rip this dress off you, babygirl, but you look so pretty, want you to wear it for us next time you come see us."
Momo whispered in your ear, kissing your earlobe before biting it gently.
Sana began lifting up your short dress up to your hips, your arousal evident in your lacy underwear.
—"Fuck, you're soaked."
Sana bit her lip at the sight, collecting your wetness with her finger before tasting your arousal, eyes practically rolling to the back of her head as she tasted you
—"Gosh, fuck.. were gonna make a mess of you, make such a big fucking mess of you, princess"
Sana rubbed you through your underwear, teasing your slit and occasionally pressing down on your clit, while Momo payed attention to your neck and tits.
You threw your head back in ecstasy, leaning back onto Momo as Sana finally took off your underwear.
—"Such a pretty fucking pussy, just for us, right?"
You nodded, body barely conscious as they had their way with you, Sana's fingers now knuckle deep inside you.
You whined weakly, the feeling was so good yet you felt so flimsy and tired to even form basic words.
—"Gosh, been fucking eyeing you since you walked into this club. Yknow, this whole fucking thing was rigged, yeah? Just wanted you all nice and intoxicated so we could fuck till you're unconscious."
Momo whispered in your ear, her hands shoved down your dress as she toyed and played with your nipples.
The stimulation was overwhelming, you threw your head back further in search for Momo's alcohol stained lips, your lipstick was smudged and you had hickey marks all over, mascara running slightly on your cheeks.
—"You like this, no? getting used by pretty girls like us, hm?"
Sana interrupted, as you were about to speak up, you were cut off short by Momo's fingers rubbing on your clit, one hand still kneading and groping your breast.
Those loud noises were also cut short though by Momo's slightly large hands covering your mouth, suppressing any noise coming out from you.
—"Be fucking quiet, gosh.. you need it so badly don't you? it's pathetic."
You squeezed Momo's thigh as you felt yourself coming closer to the edge, your inner walls clenching on Sana's curled fingers, they knew you were near.
—"Gonna cum, baby?"
Sana said in a tone laced with a facade of pity, she twisted and curled her fingers even deeper, hitting your G-spot, the feeling backing you arch your back.
—"So pathetic, you naughty fucking girl, i bet it turns you on when i watch you get fucked by my co-worker, hm?"
Momo bit your neck, one hand still on your mouth as the other rubbed your clit even faster.
—"Come on baby, cum for us, you've been so fucking good."
As those words left Momo's mouth, you practically came undone, your juices coating both Momo and Sana's fingers, body falling limp against Momo, she gently held you and rested your weak body on a pillow.
—"Shhh, it's okay.. it's okay."
Momo soothed you into a passed out state, the alcohol in your system being too much.
While you were out, the girls tasted your juiced on their fingers and groaned in unison.
—"Fuck, we might need you to visit more often."
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dronebiscuitbat · 20 hours ago
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Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 102)
Welding while three days overdue in a pregnancy is hard Uzi realized.
The inside of the shuttle was warm enough that the wind and weather outside wasn't something to worry about, but the amount of strain the baby was putting on her internals was slowing her down heavily.
Even still… it was almost finished.
All that was left was the internals, the controls and the little bit of air they needed to cool their systems. And it would be ready.
And so right now she was putting in the cramped recharge pods that would be the bulk of the inside, small little upright beds that filled the function of a place to rest and…not much else.
When space is at a premium, it would have to do.
Khan was working on the airlock, big, steel hydrologic doors. His expertise. So they were nearly working side by side.
Uzi stretched upwards to reach the ceiling from the step ladder she was using,sealing up a messily managed cluster of wires within a tube of aluminum. And then doubled over in pain.
She made a wince and a squeak and held her expanded abdomen as a wave of pain shot through her.
Khan was on her in an instant, taking one of her hands in his own and helping her off the stepladder.
“Uzi! Are you alright? Is the baby-”
“N-no! No. Just uh… just them kicking me in the stomach. Ow…” She calmed him. “I almost wish…”
Khan still held her and made her sit in one of the incomplete charge pods, checking her over.
“I'm fine. Dad.” She almost laughed, but it turned into another wince as the baby proceeded to kick the shit out of her insides once more.
“Agh…”
“Maybe you should sit the rest of the construction out dronelette… you need rest.”
“What I need is to get this done. This was my plan and it needs to work and-” She struggles to get out of the pod, legs kicking our uselessly.
“And you have been every single day you have been able. It's just finishing touches, then we start packing what we can.”
Uzi crossed her arms in a huff.
“I don't wanna be useless.”
“No offense dronelette, but I think your body has more say about that then your mouth.” He smiles sheepishly, gesturing to the fact she couldn't even get out of a shallow pod by herself.
“Bite me.”
He laughed and helped her out of the pod, not letting go until both her feet were on the ground and she was steady on them.
“Where's N? Still on patrol?” He asks, hand still on her back.
“Yeah, he'll be out for awhile…”
“I gotcha.” He peered out the door, flagging down somebody.
“Nico! Can I borrow you for a minute?” He shouted, at the purple eyelighted door gaurd, who was deep in conversation with his partner.
“Aye sir!” He rushed over with a lopsided grin. Goggles bouncing on his head.
“Can you lead my daughter back to her apartment for me?” Khan asks, smiling happily at the young man.
“Dad! I can walk on my own!” Uzi protested, but it went in one ear and out the other.
“Sí Mr. Doorman.” Nico replied, getting into place at Uzi's side despite her indignant grumbles.
“Thank you, Varga.” Khan grinned, before heading back inside the ship. Nico and Uzi look at each other.
“After you senora?”
“I'm not that much older then you…” Uzi smirked, raising her eyebrow. And Nico just laughed.
“Hehe… I'm just being polite.” He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “You snapped at me for my manners once.”
“Huh?” Uzi wracked her brain. “Oh! Were you the same guy who was staring at Tera when she was a pillbaby?”
They began to walk, passing through the doors of the bunker.
“Guilty. Forgive me? Por favor? I was just surprised… you never struck me as someone who wanted kids, at least… at the time.” He grinned.
“I think I was just in a bad mood that day. I was getting lots of stares.” Uzi admitted, feeling a little self conscious.
“Lo siento, aren't you always in a bad mood?”
“Hey!” She snarled as they passed by several residential doors, before she deflated and smiled. “I guess you're not wrong.”
He laughed again. It sounded… familiar somehow.
“If dad's gonna have you tail me, I need to pick up my daughter from a freinds house before I head home.” She spoke, and at her words, his smile seemed to get a little pained.
“Of course. It's Tera right?” He asked, cocking his head. “How… is she?”
“Tera? You mean other then destroying everything soft she can get her fangs on? She's great, she's so energetic, she's a little hard to keep track of.”
He smiles, then looks confused. “Fangs?”
Uzi looks guilty, looking away from him.
“That's… my fault. My oil is… uh, effected by a condition…” She shows him a flash of her own fangs. “And I didn't realize it was contagious that way until it was too late.’
Nico furrows his brow, Uzi mistakes his concern for judgement. “It doesn't seem to effect her negatively! She's happy and healthy, it's just… she'll look different, is all.”
Nico nods once. “I wasn't judging.”
“So long as she is happy, I don't think anyone will judge. You took her in when… no one else wanted to, or could.”
“If no one has thanked you yet. Let me be the first.” He smiles, for once it seems to go up to his visor. “Gracias, Miss Doorman.”
“Uh… you're welcome?” She returns a confused smile as they stop in front of a door that reads “von Roth”.
Nico nods again before coughing and pulling out a little military canteen, taking a swig of it.
Uzi looks at him curiously.
“Ah, software issue… I go through coolant like my abuelo did battery acid! Hehe.”
Uzi nods, satisfied with his answer before knocking on the door with three quick raps.
A drone with light blue eyelights answers the door with a beaming smile. “Oh! Mrs Doorman! You're here to pick up Tera yes?” His accent is slightly Italian, and he smells slightly of fermented oil.
“That's right.”
“I'm Jason! Nice to meet ya!” He shakes her hand firmly. “My Flower’s getting her now. What a good kid you have, treats my daughter like a princess!”
“Uh, thank you Jason.” Uzi says awkwardly.
Delilah pops her head put under his arm, and he chuckles before moving out of the way for her.
“Hi Uzi! Here she is!”
Tera is handed to her… with a big fat purple bow tied up in her hair and forced into a little grey dress.
She looks defeated. Looking up at her mother with eyes that pray ‘please help me.’
“Oh God! What happened to you!?” Uzi smiled, incredibly amused at Tera's deadpan expression.
“Dress up.” Tera answers, as Delilah squeals.
“Look how adorable she looks! Though it was a lot of effort to get her in that dress…” She shows off the tiny scratches on her hands.
considering that Tera resisted being dressed in anything. The fact the Delilah was not in worse shape was astonishing.
“I'd say… Thank you for watching her.”
“Oh, no problem! She's a sweetheart, any time you need!” Delilah answers, before her husband pulls her into a little head nuzzle.
“Absolutely! Kiara needs more freinds like her!” He waves as Nico and Uzi move off, Tera crossing her arms in indignation.
“Not a fan of the dress chica?” Nico asks with an amused look.
“No.” Tera answers, shaking her head and pouting in her mother's arms. It's not until she does the toddler equivalent of a double take that she notices him and stares, cocking her head.
“Heh, Heya kiddo.” He smiles, face soft. Uzi raises a brow.
“Hi! Like you!” She says immediately, beginning to vibrate. “Name?”
“Ah. Nico.” He replies.
“Hi Nico!” She replies back, grinning visor seam to visor seam. Forgetting for a moment all about her distaste for the dress she was in.
But… too quickly, Uzi was at her door, and it was time to say goodbye.
“Thanks for walking with me. It was nice, even if my dad made you.”
“Don't mention it. You both take care, sí?” He cocked his head.
“Bye Nico!” Tera hollered, waving with all her might. And then; “Adiós!”
Uzi blinked. “Where did you learn-”
Nico was gone very, very quickly.
Who knew languages were inheritable?
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frrrozi · 2 years ago
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he is a great dad
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liquidstar · 1 year ago
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Oh fuck tomorrow I'm going to be a little birthday boy I keep almost forgetting
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phagodyke · 5 months ago
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yeah I'm not gonna talk abt it am I...
#well thats okay. eventually itll come up naturally. and if not well. it doesnt make me feel very okay. but its not a big deal#and i guess ill meet ppl in the future who will curate a different idea of me and maybe therell be fewer misunderstandings#<- coward who CAN communicate to save their life but not in any lower stakes situation for their happiness n quality of life#we <3 repression n insecurity. maybe if i keep digging at the corner of this bit of the labyrinth with my spoon ill get out someday 😌#anyway.. theres my daily vague vent post got it out of my system#wanted to do it earlier but ended up not having much time after work n then called friends which was nice :^)#also i never have signal at work these days.. my boss has said shell get me on the staff wifi tho cuz i do need it for work reasons#its rare to need it for work purposes bc we all use work pcs n stuff anyway and not rly supposed to use mobiles in the lab#but yeahh.. god i have so much admin shit to sort out also gotta text family back before i sleep i forgot to earlier#its all good.. also my memory foam pillows turned up so i no longer have to steal my roomies extra one for my neck pain <3#ik she was missing it... not to sound like a creep but it was nice that it smelled like her a little. just familiar innit#we're always around each other so its just what being home smells like to me.. listen i have a sensitive nose 😔✋️#if we were a lot closer i would ask if i could sleep in her bed while shes away but we're not so it would come across sooo weird..#and i would feel rly weird abt someone sleeping in my own room without me there. well maybe not actually. as long as they werent snooping#<- guy whose mother used to go thru their shit all the time n struggles to not feel paranoid and distrustful when it comes to privacy#was thinking recently my ideal living situation w a partner would be separate rooms but we still share the bed sometimes#but not every night bc im a sensitive sleeper... but we can switch bedding so i can still smell them if i wake up in the night alone#like how new mothers trying to get babies used to cot sleeping each have a cloth or blanket and swap every night#so the baby is comforted by the blankets smell and sleeps more peacefully.. and momma finds it easier being apart from the baby too#sorry this is getting gooey and weird my meds have been wearing off the last couple hours im so sleeppyyyy 😭#well.... maybe everything can wait until tomorrow..... bed is calling..#goodnight everyone muah#.diaries
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cerealmonster15 · 1 year ago
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ive been thinking about this scene for days
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dragons-and-yellow-roses · 9 months ago
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#so for the last like. as long as i can remember. ive had a shit sleep schedule#mostly like sleep all day and stay up all night kinda shit#but i got sick/burnt out recently and slept for almost two days straight#and somehow it reset my sleep schedule to something normal#like i went to bed at 10pm and woke up at 5am for the last few days#and i havent had to nap#and the not needing to nap is really fucking with me#like im used to waking up. feeding my dog. and then napping until i go to work#i should be napping rn. but im not tired#i dont have to get ready for work for another four hours and ive already been awake for three hours#i went to the coffee shop and to walgreens. im in real clothes instead of pajamas. i did a load of laundry#im laying in bed (its so hot i might be dying) and i just. dont know what to do with my time#im probably gonna do some cleaning and packing because im moving in two months#idk im just feeling some strange type of way because for the last few days ive been. alive#instead of sleeping my life away#its so strange. i got sick. slept for a few days. and now my biggest problem is just fixed? and i can have a life now?#its 70 degrees today and the world is my oyster. what should i do?#i have a list of chores im gonna do. i might walk to the coinstar machine so ill have money#yeah i want to do that cuz im in the negatives in my bank account but i want to get a cool drink before work today#my dad texted me this morning 'noticed your bank account is overdrawn for the second time this week. whats going on kid?'#which is such a sad text to get because i know im broke. thanks dad. lets pls ignore my financial hardships#if you want to make my dad less sad hmu for my venmo /hj#anyways ill probs do that today. get some cash so i can get a frozen lemonade from wawa or something#yknow that post thats like 'seasonal depression seems fake until its 50 degrees in march and it feels like you took a party drug'#i think thats partially whats happening here. its 70 degrees and sunny and my systems dont know what to do with that#i hope youre all having a great day that you dont sleep through. i love you!!
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chewablepebbles · 10 months ago
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If this is a pimple forming on my hand I am going to tear my body apart until I find the tumor with my own wretched fingers
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carrotpiss · 10 months ago
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🐰🧡🐻
#in stark contrast to most of my personal posts this is about me being happy and gay#because i need to just get it out my system bc otherwise i am just going to grab a friend by the shoulders and scream (in joy) in their face#i am dating someone and its really really nice and sweet and cute and like nothing ive ever experienced before#and instead its like every tiny little dream about this kind of thing ive managed to hold onto despite every experience otherwise and ahhhh#the lack of focus on just sex or sex appeal is so nice its like there but as a side thing so its nice and i dont feel like an object#i feel like a human person with thoughts and feelings and interests outside if that and feel safe in that and feel safe that everything wont#just be discarded if i dont want to do that like i feel like boundaries and stuff are an option! without jeopardising everything#and el likes me as much as i like them and wants and sees and communicates that they want something long term and ahhhhhhhh#i just want to cry like holy shit this is everything ive ever wondered about like i have spent so long wondering what this feeling would#actually feel like and its so good and so indescribable and ahhhhhhh#waking up on monday night and seeing them in my bed and cuddling me was just so nice i felt wanted i felt... loved#this all seems so out of left field still i still feel like i just never saw it coming but its so welxome and nice and ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh#my pessimism is still there but its less loud now its more learning to accept this may not be perfect forever but letting me enjoy the now#crouch speaks#it feels so nice to not be scared and to feel secure and ahhh#also it made me laugh El remembered me hitting on then at the Dgoals release show making them blush lol#i only remember the time i hit on them later at the groles show so its funny i pretty much used the same line twice and it still worked#i cant wait to see them again i cant wait to hold hands in public again i cant wait to be idiots who keep blushing too hard and accidentally#kissing eachother on the nose instead of the mouth because we are stupid and gay and pathetic about it hahaha#just ahhhh i could gush forever how perfect the 2!!! dates weve been on were and the fact they want more and more and ahhhhh#this is so lame i know i just haven't experienced anything remotely like this before and its just... wild#like wow holy shit what on earth i have been so increasingly miserablely depressed and insecure from the shea stuff last year and then this#just absolutely removed all of that i actually feel like a human person again with value
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rcsebane · 1 year ago
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i'll never get over the trope of two characters who are clearly into each other, but are not quite aware of it yet, until they fight each other / spar together. and it's all fun and games until one of them gets pushed down / their back faces a wall / both end up stumbling and falling - whatever possible scenario - their faces end up being just inches away from one another, at that point they no longer can deny the sudden "shit i'm in love" realization when their eyes finally meet
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gailynovelry · 2 years ago
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First day in a while that I’ve gotten genuine writer’s block! The brain is not focusing. Might be that I’ve got only about six chapters of Ember Warrior left, and that does kind of mean that only the chapters I was nervous about and putting off are left. Maybe I will have better luck after sleeping on it though!
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usodeshou · 2 years ago
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My dog is having the worst night of her life (or at least the worst since last year's New Year's Eve)
#still 3.5 hours to go until midnight#and it's already been almost 2 hours since people started randomly setting off fireworks outside#the entirety of her small frame is trembling and she's looking at me like she's begging me to make it stop#and I have to stay chill as best as possible although it doesn't really make much of a difference now#managed to take her outside to pee at least#but it's literally impossible to get even a few minutes without any loud bangs ripping through the quiet#she's in a loop of 'I need to go outside!' and 'no let's go back inside!!! 😨'#not expecting to be able to take her on any walks until 2-3 am 😮‍💨#unless she needs to poop so urgently that it overrides her fear just long enough to get the deed done#I always forget exactly how stressful it is#for both of us#but at least I understand what's going on 😅#doesn't help that my home town's situated in a valley so shit really echoes even from relatively far away#and I really hate firecrackers with a goddamn passion#somebody could shoot a gun into the sky on the street outside and it would be just as unpleasant a noise#my kitchen hood's been running for hours to drown out the noise from outside as much as possible and it did buy me some time early on#and makes it so that she doesn't hear every single piece of firework that goes off#been listening to music through my earphones to drown out the noise of the kitchen hood so I don't go crazy myself#3 more hours to go now#hoping that maybe there'll a bit of a break soon as the kids that got it out of their system before going to bed go to sleep#everyone else maybe deciding to wait until midnight to use up the rest#I just need 5 minutes#maybe even 10#to let her outside#please#I am not relaxed at all and she surely notices that too and it's not helping#god what I would give for a soundproof room right about now#excuse me while I start ineffectually digging a bunker in the garden#🙈#meanwhile my mom's cat is completely unfazed xD
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orcelito · 3 months ago
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Flossing my teeth and getting in the gums like Yes I'm going to get a good grade in dental care. Which is normal to want and possible to achieve.
#speculation nation#every time i go to the dentist they tell me to floss and every time i have not kept up with it#this time tho. im trying. ive only missed one day so far. since tuesday.#they said ive got some gum loss on my right side since half a year ago :(((#but i can fix it. and so i will. so im flossing my teeth. and when it gets here i'll use the mouth wash they recommended.#the whole deal. full dental hygiene. not gonna lose any teeth in MY 30s no sir!!!!!#managed to get myself on a good brushing schedule. with an electric toothbrush!!!#used to be id often skip evening bc i was too tired. but now it's part of the whole routine. i gotta do it.#it's a thing of like. i always go pee before bed bc i have a small bladder and i'll wake up to go pee if i dont go before bed.#and so i go to the bathroom then i wash my hands and when im at the sink right then. hands still wet. i brush my teeth.#and see this makes flossing harder. bc well flossing should be done before brushing. but i need dry hands for it.#so it cant be a part of the bathroom evening routine. so well how do i remember to do it??#ive had my floss set up where i sit to watch tv and game so that i can floss in the evening while watching shit#i think im gonna put up another post it note on the tv. i put one up for remembering my vitamins and it does help#doesnt make me remember all the time. sometimes i dont remember if ive taken them or not. so i end up not.#but it does help. look @ the side of the tv and see 'Did you take your vitamins?' and im like no sir i have not! thank you for the reminder!#and if i put one for flossing then itll be in my brain more consistently. and thus i will remember it more readily.#mouth wash is fine. i can do that after brushing. evening routine secured.#now u may ask why i cant just dry my hands before flossing after using the bathroom. and well that wouldnt WORK.#it'd still be slippery and see the key to evening brushing is to just do it automatically. hands are wet its evening lets brush now#ive had it happen before where im getting ready for bed but im like 'ok not brushing Yet... gonna eat a quick snack first'#but im at that sink and im zoned out and suddenly i have a toothbrush in my mouth. and im just like Drat.#just gotta. just gotta hack the system. ok see theres a system and i just gotta hack it.#i will get to the good dental hygiene. i really do not want to lose my teeth young 😭😭😭😭😭
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sttoru · 5 months ago
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ahh i just cant stop thinking of sukuna's fav concubine getting injured from the other concubines but she hides it because shes scared of being weak (in sukuna's eyes) and/or a burden ☹️☹️
 𝝑𝑒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. fluff, sprinkle of angst n comfort. size difference. reader gets called ‘brat, woman, little one’ — ig this is a bit early in their relationship
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“i’ve arrived, my lord,” you announce your presence once you step into sukuna’s quarters. the dimly lit room removed all the stress you currently had in your system—the knowledge that you’re safe in his space causes your shoulders to drop.
sukuna turns his head to look at you while he’s laid back on his bed, topless. all four of his eyes roam over your body, which isn’t anything unusual for you. he always does that.
“tch. took ya long enough,” the king of curses scoffs before gesturing for you to come closer, making that familiar motion with his fingers, “when i order y’ to come, you’re supposed to drop everything and rush to be at my service, woman.”
you hurry over to his side of the bed with a nod. “my apologies,” you mutter. you can’t tell him why you’re late, because hell would break loose within these walls. and also because you’re scared of what his reaction would be.
before being called over, you were in the kitchen, peacefully trying to get a snack, when two other concubines entered the room. you tried ignoring them, but that didn’t seem to be the smartest move. it wasn’t long before they threw derogatory remarks at you.
of course, you stood up for yourself and yelled some back. that’s when one of them pushed you backwards, causing the skin near your hand to get slightly burned by the fire on the stove.
if it weren’t for the maids around that went to report the ruckus to uraume, god knows what more would have went down in that kitchen.
“oi,” sukuna grabs your jaw and lifts your head up. he can immediately notice the vacant look in your eyes, which is unusual for you. you snap out of your trance and set the nasty memories aside—ignoring the impulse to scratch the injury on your wrist.
“i’m sorry, my lord,” you say again before slowly undoing your obi. you figure that is why sukuna had called you over, to do your job as his concubine. you halt your movements when you realise that undressing meant that he’s going to see the wound on your skin.
you hesitate. that same instant of hesitation doesn’t go unnoticed by the king of curses. a large hand of his moves to stop both of your wrists from pulling off your robes.
“. . .i’m giving y’ three seconds of my time,” sukuna narrows his eyes after allowing you to speak up and tell him what’s on your mind. he hears you whimper in pain when he holds onto your wrist, your facial expression clearly uncomfortable. “spit it out,” he impatiently huffs. he wants to hear you say what’s wrong.
you desperately shake your head, biting your bottom lip. you don’t want to tell him—even though you know you’re obligated to.
denying an answer to sukuna was your next big mistake.
“fuckin’ brat,” the pink-haired man grunts. he yanks your arms up to his face, harshly pulling down the sleeves of your kimono. all four of his red eyes immediately fall onto the wound on your wrist. you obviously hadn’t treat it yet, even though you should have done so long ago.
there’s tension hanging in the air almost instantly after your little secret gets revealed. sukuna’s grip on your hands tightens which causes you to flinch. you close your eyes and expect the worst. you can already hear the insults he’ll throw at you—how he’ll call you useless, weak, stupid and all that.
“look up at me,” his voice rings out in a firm tone. you don’t want to anger him more than he already is, so you obey. you open your eyes and glance upwards, your worried gaze meeting his.
sukuna takes a deep breath to contain the bubbling rage inside of him; a rare sight indeed. he doesn’t want to unnecessarily lash out at you when it isn’t needed. however, he can’t deny that itching urge in his chest, to get mad at whoever caused your skin to get tainted like that.
sukuna stares at you with an intimidating glare. when you expect him to yell profanities at you, the unexpected happens.
“who did this to you?” he asks, voice strained like he’s trying to hold himself back.
you blink a few times. the king of curses sounds pissed off, and when he’s in that kind of mood, you know he’s not to be played with. you look the other way and try to think of a proper answer.
will you snitch and cause unnecessary bloodbath, or will you spare the lives of the concubines who hurt you and lie?
you’re scared of being seen as useless by sukuna if you tell him the truth. if you lie, he’ll probably call you weak and stupid as well. it’s a lose-lose situation, you conclude.
you swallow the spit that has gathered in your mouth before parting your lips.
“m-miko,” her name echoes in his ears. you decide to be honest, because you know that there’s no fooling the ryomen sukuna. a second of silence follows and when you look up at him, he stares back at you with furrowed brows.
“ah,” you then realise that he doesn’t know his concubines by name. he has way too many women at his disposal and doesn’t find them worthy enough to remember.
however you have heard from uraume and the others that he does know your name—only yours. it makes you feel special.
you try to describe the concubine you’ve tussled with, “s-short blonde hair, uhm, mole under her right eye.. brown colored eyes—“
sukuna thinks for a moment before clicking his tongue once he faintly remembers who that’s supposed to be. without a word, he stands up and wraps one muscular arm around your waist, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you under his armpit like some package.
“uraume!”
his voice is loud enough to make the walls shake and it carries a clear hint of pure rage. everyone in the estate should have heard him by now, which means that they know what is going down in a couple seconds.
sukuna sounding this angry only means one thing; someone is going to die today.
the servants hurriedly scurry around, deeply bowing as he walks past them in the hallway with you still tucked underneath his arms. you let yourself be carried while your heart beats uncontrollably fast in your chest.
you feel your hands shake a bit. seeing someone like sukuna be this mad for your sake—to the point that he’s ready to turn the entire area upside down—is somehow thrilling. though, you can’t help but feel sick because of your own thoughts.
someone is going to die and there you are, cheesing about the king of curses.
you see the white-haired chef appear from a corner, their steps hurried. they glance at you and then back at their master. it’s like they immediately connect the dots.
“treat her in my quarters. don’t let her leave until i come back,” sukuna commands without even looking at uraume. he’s staring ahead, with an ominous aura emitting from his body, one that somebody can sense from miles away.
he puts you down next to uraume before glancing your way one last time. he lets out a deep sigh as he sees the worried expression you’re making. he lowers his head to your level so you’d be face to face.
“and you,” his warm breath hits your cheeks and sends a shiver down your spine. you gulp as sukuna’s hand reaches up to firmly tug at your earlobe, “i’ll deal with your ass later, yeah? i’ll make you feel what it means to hide stuff from me, little one.”
that sentence makes you even more nervous. you know you won’t be able to avoid the punishment sukuna has in mind, so you simply nod. “understood,” you reply in a squeaky voice. you don’t have the guts to disobey him—he’s already out to kill someone and you don’t want to be the next victim.
sukuna straightens his back again and continues his journey towards the concubines’ quarters. every heavy step makes the floors and walls shake, a sign of his unstoppable rage that’s about to be unleashed.
you feel slightly puzzled. you didn’t expect this outcome when you revealed your injury to the ruthless man. you expected to be belittled and mocked for not being able to prevent a wound from being inflicted on your body.
instead, there he goes, off to get revenge in your stead. you feel a twisted sense of satisfaction after seeing sukuna be this protective over you. actions like these demonstrate more than his dull words can do, even if it may seem like he doesn’t care about what could happen to a human like you.
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nezuscribe · 1 month ago
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the moments after you got married to gojo were so hectic that you can barely remember anything. a marriage of convenience was usual, especially with your ranks in society, but usually people acted as if they weren’t what they were.
you’re barely able to get a good look at your supposed husband before he quickly makes and exit, your brows furrowing in confusion and leaving everybody else to wonder in hushed whispers.
his parents run after him, sending you a look of apology, but you can’t even think.
it’s only a few minutes later where you’re ushered down a row of halls, expecting to be shown into a ballroom, but instead you found yourself in an empty vast room, starring at your two pieces of luggage as your heart beats rapidly.
you’re not able to say your goodbye to your family, but you doubt they’d even want to hear it, and despite your insistent questions, your maids are just as confused as you are.
“will he be coming here?” you ask as your maids tug the dress off of your body, hours of tedious labor to make you look presentable being scrubbed away.
you’re sitting in a tub of scalding water, your arms and legs still raw from just this morning.
“i don’t know my lady,” one of the maids says, looking at another girl through frenzied eyes, just as lost as you were.
“is there going to be another gathering? if not tonight, then later?” you look around, eyes darting around and heart hammering loudly in your chest.
“i…” the girl, alina, swallows, “i don’t know,” she says, but you can tell she’s trying to be gentle.
even though you felt as if you hadn’t been prepared enough for this hasty marriage, everything you were told was going to happen hasn’t happened. he’s supposed to bed you…whatever that means. you’re supposed to see your husband fully, but you only saw a flash of his face as he laid a stone like kiss to your cheek.
you gnaw on your lips, chest heaving up and down as your eyes wilt with worry.
“did i do something wrong?” you finally ask, sinking deeper into the tub as the bustling noise around you stops for a second.
one of the older ladies who had been washing your arms gives you a soft smile.
“it’s best not to think about the past,” though you can tell she’s trying to soothe you, it only makes it worse, “look on the bright side! you’re a gojo! do you know how many girls would kill to be in your spot?” she says with a chuckle that you can only muster up a shaky smile to.
you didn’t want to be a gojo if your husband didn’t even want you to be one, you thought. nervousness began filling your system.
were you lied to? did he not agree to this marriage?
you don’t say anything for the rest of the night, letting everybody else do what they needed to as you sit at the edge of your bed, watching the door, waiting for it to open.
you twirled your ring back and forth, eyes growing dry from not blinking.
your husband didn’t come that night. nor would he the night after that. later you found out he’s staying in a separate bedroom, on a another floor, in another wing of the estate.
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