#Aria writes

[bungouchronicles]

Imagine living in the slums your whole childhood, watching your friends, your family starve and die on the regular. One day you lose everything to some lowlife criminals, but there comes a man dressed in black who tells you that he can give you a reason to live, inviting you into the port mafia. He wraps his coat around you and for a moment you feel hope for the first time in your life.

Then he hits you. You never expected the mafia to be a loving place but it still makes your heart sink into your stomach.

But you still want him to be kind to you, you still want him to like you because he gave you purpose. So you do everything you possibly can to reach that goal of acknowledgement. You bring yourself to the brink of death just to please him.

But he still leaves.

And he finds someone else, someone who is in every way less than you. He gives him purpose and he's kind to him. This new apprentice has done nothing deserving of this and still, he gets everything you could've ever wanted, and he doesn't even realize it. He still complains about his past wounds.

You'll kill him, you have to. You must prove to that man no longer dressed in black that you've become strong, stronger than his new apprentice can ever be.

That is your purpose.

[punkinspice]

 CHAPTER 2 IS OUT!!! 🖤🤍💜💜💜🧡💎

[ariadynamics]

It’s been 87 years, but besties, it’s finally happening 😭.

[footnotesaregreat]

This brain is filled with cake and icing.

These eyes see stars and planets,

and planets that failed to become stars.

This brain, turned amber and sticky with sugar,

can't yet fathom the roaring reality unravelling,

wrapping around everyone like burned caramel,

uncontrollably boiling over the stove.

These eyes that see entire galaxies,

and nebulas like sharks and dragons

hover through the world, not quite touching it;

what if it shudders and crumbles once more beneath their weight?

What can be created from burned sugar and broken pastries?

The brain that was once told it did not need fantasy,

is slowly climbing on stairs made from stardust and meteorites,

looking at a world held together

by chocolate and caramel filling in the cracks.

[sinsandsweetness]

having extremely dirty thoughts about stepdad!Rick, so i thought i’d share…

GOOD MANNERS & DIRTY SECRETS

(stepdad!Rick x fem!reader)

warnings- 18+, use of “daddy”, overstim, vibrator, squirting… u know the drill <3

Imagine Rick snooping through your nightstand, thinking he’ll probably find something fun and naughty, but not realizing it would be a huge, pink, magic wand, tucked way in the back under a couple of vintage playboy magazines. His cock starts to stir in his jeans at the thought of you using it late at night when he’s asleep in the bedroom across the hall. Trying your best to keep quiet, biting your lip and gripping your strawberry patterned pillowcase. Of course, you immediately catch him being a fucking perv, scowling as you reach your bedroom door. About to chew him out for going through your stuff, but you stop yourself. Eyes going wide and swallowing hard when you see your dirty little secret, being turned over and inspected in his palm. Your heart and mind start to race when he looks up at you and raises his eyebrows. Worried that you’ll be in trouble. That he might be angry with you. Well, more so at the fact that you’d been keeping it from him. But he doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t even give you a second to react before the door is locked and your shorts are on the floor. Your legs pushed right to your chest as he holds you against the plush mattress. With the toy on the highest setting, he presses it right against your clit, over the fabric of your white cotton panties. And you cum so embarrassingly quick that you actually apologize. As if he would mind. As if you needed his permission. And at that thought, along with your pathetic, repetitive, whimpering, “m’ sorry-”, he has to squeeze the base of his cock. Belt already unbuckled and jeans pushed halfway down his ass. He keeps the vibrator on your sensitive bundle of nerves until you’re a squirming mess underneath him. With adorable, little tears, welling up in your innocent eyes. When he notices, he decides to tell you what he what he really thinks. “If you wanna own a fuckin’ toy like this, then you better be able to take it, sweetheart. So cut it out. Enough with the tears, yeah?” And to no one’s surprise, he doesn’t let up when you cum again. Not until you’re physically writhing against his hold, grabbing at his forearm and begging him to stop because you really can’t take it anymore. That’s when he gives you a break. Just long enough to pull your damp panties to the side. A groan slips from his lips at the sight of your picture perfect pussy, all slick and glistening. The wetness that he helped create, sickeningly sweet and starting to drip down your ass. As tempting as a forbidden fucking fruit, he can’t even resist what he does next. Lining his thick, swollen, cock up with your entrance, he pushes in and fucks you hard with the wand back against your clit. Wiping your wet cheeks with his thumb, as your eyes roll back. Your quads starting to shake and twitch at the overstimulation, but you can’t even make out any words to object. Hell, you can barely think, you’re so drunk off his cock. Blissed out from the wand and his attention and his filthy words of praise. Your sweet spot being rammed into with every thrust. “Takin’ it so well, baby. One more. Just one more, sweet girl. I promise.” And he’s trying his hardest not to cum, because lord knows he could have from the sight of you alone. But soon enough, you’re moaning like a damn pornstar, whimpering against his lips as you pull him in close, “Thank you, daddy. Thank you, thank you, thank you-” while you release all over him, soaking the sheets below. And the only thought going through Rick’s mind while he coats your tummy with his pearly, white ribbons, is how fucking precious you are, thanking him for making you squirt all over your stepdads cock.

(this started as a daydream, however I may have gone overboard…)

taglist - (crossed out means I couldn’t tag you) @rickswh0r3 @elnyrae @catt-leya @murder-jacket @miinbun @ankhmutes @eternalrose81 @cl0wnb0yyy

please feel free to comment/reblog if you enjoy my crazy, filthy thoughts <3

[perfectfeelings]

You’re leaving because it is easier to walk away than to fight for what you really want.

Aria Montgomery, Pretty Little Liars

[quotefeeling]

You’re leaving because it is easier to walk away than to fight for what you really want.

Aria Montgomery, Pretty Little Liars

[littleplantfreak]

Inmate Togame? Inmate Togame

So inmate Togame Jo who's well mannered to a point. He doesn't do much harm, and is always polite to you as a nurse to the prisoners. Sure he has a bad habit of calling you pet names, but that's the least offensive thing you've been called while working.

When he does get into fights, he waits patiently as you tend to the other people first, saying he's good with being the last one out. He likes to watch you work, thinking even if it's one sided that it's time well spent with you, and it's hard to mind those pretty green eyes being on you the whole time.

And when he has to take his shirt off to let you look at some bruised ribs, he can tell you're staring at more than just the bruises. He won't say anything, but when he leaves later he brushes his knuckles across your lower back to watch your reaction, pleased to see you arching from it.

Things go back and forth a weird push and pull of you both trying not to get too close but also soaking up the other's presence until he gets in a nasty fight. One that somehow lands him in solitary, though they've thrown him in there without bringing him to get checked up first, leaving you demanding the guards let you in. Against their concerns, you insist he'll be nothing but civil with you.

He's bloody and still heaving from the fight as he sits on the floor slumped over, but most of the blood actually isn't his, which is a relief you guess. When he kisses you as you get a closer look at his face, suddenly all bets are off and you're both starved for one another. Needless to say once the guards knock to check in, you request more time with the patient due to extent of injuries.

[orchid3a]

𝙄𝙉 𝘼 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝙇𝘿 𝙊𝙁 𝘽𝙊𝙔𝙎, 𝙃𝙀 𝙄𝙎 𝘼 𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙇𝙀𝙈𝘼𝙉

―୨୧⋆ ˚ or itadori yuuji proving to be the best boyfriend ever

―୨୧⋆ ˚ content: fem!reader, yuuji and sukuna are twins, yn and sukuna have a beef, mentions of vengeance (yn is going to kill sukuna lol), mentions of flu, yuuji being the greenest green flag ever, nobamaki as hachinana, sukuna's foul language, choso being the older brother, beta-reading (?) ―୨୧⋆ ˚ word count: 1.6k words ―୨୧⋆ ˚ author’s note: woah… it has been a year since i posted a fic of mine lol. well, i just want to start this year popping out my love for itadori yuuji <3, hope you all like this fic, please reblog and comment <3 i have to thank t*kt*k for this idea ―୨୧⋆ ˚ tagging: @blueparadis

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The only sounds in your room were your sneezes and soft imprecations towards whoever cursed you to stay bedridden on the most important weekend of your nerd life.

The anime convention of the month. You spent so many energies to craft your cosplay, and even managed to make one for your boyfriend, Yuji, so you two could make a couple cosplay. However, here you were, bedridden with a fever of 39°C, while your friends were having fun at the convention.

And you knew who he was, and you would make him pay for his ruining it. You could gamble your allowance that someone was a certain cute pink-haired boy’s twin, a certain mean and annoying twin who hated seeing you and his kind twin happy together.

Your thoughts of vengeance were interrupted, once again, by your nth sneeze, as you sighed loudly, before falling in the soft warmth of the bed. Grumbling, you turn on your side, your hand tasting the night table near your bed. Your fingers met something cold, your phone, as you took it. The screen brightness almost blinded you, you closed your eyes for a few seconds, to make them adjust to the brightness. Once again, you opened it and noticed a few texts from your friends, it seemed that they were having fun at the convention.

Nobara sent you a photo of her and Maki, dressed up as Hachi and Nana from NANA. You almost fawned on how pretty and cool they were, you typed a long message declaring how much you adored and loved their cosplays. You coughed a little, as you saw other messages from your other friends who were there. Honestly, you wanted to cry, it wasn’t fair that they managed to enjoy the convention, while you were in your room coughing and sneezing. You spent days, no weeks, to prepare the perfect cosplay, managing to not spend too much money and sew almost the entirety of the costume, create some of the accessories, and the only thing you had to buy was the wig. You were proud of yourself and your work. Frustrated, you put the phone on the night table once again, before rolling on your side, trying to gain sleep, at least you could do that without coughing or sneezing.

“(-me).”

“(-me).”

You grunted as you rolled in your fuzzy sheets, trying to ignore the voice, however your attempt was a failure as someone stripped them off. Before you could curse him, your eyes met with the brown ones of your boyfriend, Yuji. You blinked a few times, surprised, you didn’t expect to see him, especially after going to the convention for who knew how long. Coughing, you tried to stand up, however, Yuji immediately helped you sit straight and even put a pillow behind your back, so you could stay comfortable. He was such a househusband material, you thought as you coughed one last time.

“Thank you, Yuji.” You thanked him as he gave you the water bottle that was on the nightstand. “Why are you here? Aren’t you tired from the convention?”

The pink-haired boy just grinned at your words, as he proudly showed you three bags, as he put them delicately on your lap. They were quite heavy, and you wondered what it was inside, as you opened one of them and you gasped loudly.

“I was right about you liking my surprise, and now Kusigaki has to give me ten bucks.” He chuckled as he grinned, thinking about the bet he just won, then he pointed to one bag before he added. “I bought you some presents, go on, babe, open them.” He reassured you with the biggest smile ever.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his smile, he sure was able to make you feel better even with just his precious smile. How you wanted to kiss him, but you didn’t want to pass him your flu. You cursed your flu once again for taking away from you the possibility to smooch your pretty boyfriend.

Trusting Yuuji’s words, you opened the first bag and a loud gasp, followed by a cough, left your lips, as your eyes widened. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing, your head automatically shifted to your boyfriend, as he was grinning at your reaction.

“Then? I bought the right merch~ Yay! And the others didn’t believe me! Ah, serves them right!” The pink-haired boy just smiled as he waited patiently for you to open all your presents.

Your eyes scanned the content of the bag, noticing all the pins, badges, figures, and acrylics of your favourite characters of various animes and video games you mentioned to him. He didn’t forget one character, never in your previous relationship your exes remembered all this information, you were dumbfounded. Your eyes met Yuuji’s brownish ones, and you swore you could read all the excitement he had because of your surprised expression.

“Yuu… How could you remember all my favourite characters? I mean, it’s inhumanly impossible. Are you an alien?” You asked, blinking twice, as you saw his grin becoming ever bigger.

He scratched his neck as he just mumbled. “Well, you showed me so many times their faces that I just remembered them more than my favourite ones. I was sure that you would like them, knowing that you’re stuck to bed because of your flu and not at the convention.”

Your vision started to blur, as tears threatened to run over your cheeks, you couldn’t believe how could you date someone so amazing and loving as Yuuji. He was truly the best boyfriend ever.

The pink-haired man panicked when he saw your tears as he tried to cheer you up the best as he could, while he dried your tears with the sleeve of his hoodie.

It took you a few minutes to calm down, and now you were still in the bed, Yuuji with you, as his arms were wrapped around your waist, cheek pressed on top of your head. You tried to stop him, fearing he would get sick, but Yuuji didn’t listen, saying that he couldn’t get sick. After a few more protests, you gave in. How could you say no to him?

While cuddling, you opened the other bags, gasping and thanking profusely Yuuji for the plushes, gadgets and mangas he bought. And of course, you scolded him for spending so much money just for you! You didn’t like that he focused only on you, he should have enjoyed the convention for himself too!

“But I knew that you wanted to go there more than me, of course I had to buy you those things, I didn’t want to see your sad face because you missed out this opportunity.”

You swore your heart was shot by Cupid’s arrow once again, how could Yuuji be so romantic and caring towards you? He was truly a treasure.

A box peeked up from the last bag, your curiosity was picked, as you grabbed the box to discover that it was a Nendoroid. You didn’t recognize the character, nor did you remember ever talking about such anime. Maybe Yuuji watched it, and he just bought it, maybe you could suggest watching it together, so you could understand why he bought that specific character.

Yuuji’s eyes landed on the box in your hands, a sheepish smile blossomed as his cheeks went warm. An embarrassed chuckle left his lips before he took from your hands, before looking fondly at you, then at the character in the box.

“Yuu, why did you buy this character? Do you like her design? I mean, it’s adorable, she looks like a magical girl. “You asked as you looked closely at the character. Only now, you noticed that she had your same hair colour and the same was for her eyes. It was a curious coincidence; however, it wasn’t strange that you shared physical traits with a character, it could happen sometimes.

Yuuji’s smile softened when he saw you looking at the figure, before ruffling sweetly your hair.

“I don’t know her or the anime she is from… I just bought it because she reminds me of you. I thought that if I bought her, I could always have my lovely (Name) always with me, even if you aren’t with me physically.” He concluded, as his cheeks were reddish.

Your heart was once again hit by a Cupid’s arrow as you stared at Yuuji and his red cheeks, and you swore to yourself that sooner or later you would put a damned ring on his finger and marry him.

Suddenly you pulled him in your arms, now your flu the last of your problems, as he was laying on your chest, while you peppered his face with kisses and sweet praises. Yuuji melt in your embrace as he just let you smoother him with affection and physical touches.

And today too, Yuuji proved how much he loved you.

Bonus

A sneeze followed by a cough were enough to anger the fragile temper of a certain pink-haired twin, especially if the disturbance of his pace was his idiotic twin. Sukuna glared at his sick twin, who was laying on the couch, being babied by their older brother, Choso.

Sukuna wondered how stupid Yuuji could be sometimes, as he asked himself how he could be the twin of such an idiot, he was clearly the better one. (Choso may say otherwise, but Sukuna didn’t care)

Another loud sneeze irked Sukuna, as he turned his head towards his twin.“You fucking brat! If you fuck-”

“Sukuna! Language!” Choso screamed.

And another lovely day at the Itadori household began like that.

[thoughtkick]

You’re leaving because it is easier to walk away than to fight for what you really want.

Aria Montgomery, Pretty Little Liars

[find-your-wings]

Guide to Olmia magazine- Moon Phases, Higum and Hium, Minkin, and Dolfolk!

These have been a ton of work but it's been fun to compile years of worldbuilding into some fun-to-look-at lore pages! Figured lore dumps might be easier to digest in magazine-like articles that cut a lot of the fat!

Most people probably won't read these so if you do, thank you lmao you're a real mvp

if you don't, hope you at least enjoy the doodles that go with them!

None of the concepts in these pages are set in stone! Many things may or may not change in the final version of FYW, and some things aren't super important. There's tons more pages I need to make, but I'm just posting these for now.~

[bungouchronicles]

So I have this headcanon that Dazai and Fyodor first met during those two years Dazai spent undercover and I wanted to write something about it.

However it got way out of control and now I'm writing this multi chapter fanfic about their time together and how they went from what they once were to what they now are.

It focuses a lot on both Dazai's mourning and eventual adapting into "normal" society and Fyodor's own religious fanaticism aswell as his obsessive plans for the world even before the official rise of the doa (it does exist as V, just not in the same way as it does now)

[thehopefulquotes]

You’re leaving because it is easier to walk away than to fight for what you really want.

Aria Montgomery, Pretty Little Liars

[qofdisaster1111]

I just know she would understand.

[footnotesaregreat]

the earth favors the forgotten

so here, unwilling to move, we lay still on the dirt.

worms and ants eat their way through our skin, bite down hard, and crawl inside making a home out of our hollow bodies; blood soaking the ground, feeding hungry, desperate roots.

spiders weave gently across our rib cage, an unfamiliar tenderness creating blinding strings, connecting us anew.

bees fill our skulls slowly and so, so sweetly, any bitterness lurking rots away, decays.

above our unused bags of bone and muscle and hate the fireflies thrive, guiding life towards death with a beauty unseen.

we silently stare at the night sky, no longer empty;

there is no difference between a horizon and the universe anymore.

so here, still laying on dirt, unable to move, there is the peace we dared not hope for, the calm we never dreamed of, the freedom no one could grant us.

and now, swallowed lovingly, wholly consumed;

we are at long last alive.

[hayatoseyepatch]

so i just read your suo nsfw hcs and i feel like he would be the type to sit on the floor or mattress beside you with your head in his lap while you try to get yourself off using your own fingers. he just sits and talks you through it, the obscenities and filth rolling off his tongue a stark contrast to the way he smooths his hand over your hair or reassuringly rubs your back. his body is so warm and his gaze is so intense as he looks down at you that you feel overwhelmed in the best way. and he cracks this little, knowing grin when you whine in frustration and sob and bury your head into his stomach bc you’re trying so hard to make yourself cum (which he’d asked you to do) but you just can’t. whether he helps you is entirely up to him.

Aria… why, why would you do this to me? 🥵 I’m shaking. I’m so many things I can’t say on the dash. No, because this is big-brained shit right here yes ma'am.

Because Suo is in control of your pleasure always, even when you’re the one pleasuring yourself. I just think of him having you sat between his legs on the floor of your shared bedroom, your back resting against your chest. He has your knees over each one of his respective thighs, spreading you wide in front of a full-length mirror. He tucks your hair behind your ear, husky breaths cascading over the sensitive skin. He has you baring yourself to you both, completely bare as he remains fully clothed. He loves the power dynamic it gives to have you so exposed while he gives absolutely nothing to go off of but the mere sound of his voice.

“That’s it kitten, keep circling that pretty clit for me, look at you such a mess and just for me. Now isn’t that right?”

He’s giving you the barest minimum of touches. Ghosting his fingers on the inside of your thighs. Hand resting only lightly on your waist to keep you upright. His uncovered eye boring into yours through the reflective glass. It didn’t matter how much you begged for more of him, he was the determining factor of what you would feel even if it was coming from your own touch. No, you weren’t allowed to slip your fingers inside your aching cunt that was clenching around nothing. He hasn’t decided you’ve earned it yet. He grins in the face of your teary eyes as you tremble and beg him to let you give yourself more.

“Now now darling, I’ve taught you better manners than that, haven’t I? Someone’s awful impatient today, hm? Even if I did let you finger my cunt I know your little fingers don’t reach nearly as deep as mine do they?”

He’s entirely amused by the situation, knowing full well he’s ruined your body. Knowing that even you couldn’t bring yourself to the precipice of orgasm without his intervention. But he surely lets you try. Relishing in the way you squirm, forcing you to watch yourself wanting you to see firsthand how you struggle, how you wont be able to push yourself over that edge. How your body violently responds to his touch when he finally takes pity on you and slides two of his fingers inside your waiting cunt.

“Oh come now baby, don’t tell me your close already? All I did was slide my fingers in, we’ve sat here for nearly an hour and all it took was me giving you the bare minimum? But you know better than to cum without permission now don’t you? I haven’t decided if you are allowed to yet, and who knows what’ll happen if you disobey me? I’m sure you wouldn’t want to find out would you now?”

You killed me with this one I’m literally still shaking and I’m gonna be thinking about this all day. I need a cold shower.