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❝ 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐄𝐒! ❝

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ married life with jjk men ☆ yuuji megumi gojo geto nanami n ino!

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ warnings: fem!reader, reader is a sorcerer, black coded but anyone can read, mentions of sex/pregnancy/kids, mentions of breakups

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ notes: sorry they're kinda short!! i abandoned my ap chem work to do this so pls like it up!😞😞inspired by my personal fantasies lately. sighhh i love my man :3 stay hot!!! 🎀

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 1.1k words, 6.3k characters

yuuji itadori 🌸

BRUHH I LOVE HIM SM HE'S SO HUSBAND MATERIAL

the first out of the bunch to tie the knot

a high school sweetheart kinda vibe like y'all def got married straight out of graduating jujutsu tech

small and intimate wedding, just friends and family in attendance

never shuts up about you when you guys are apart.

"y'know [name]- my wife, me and my wife-, isn't my wife just the coolest?"

megumi and nobara are SICK OF HIM

absolutely REFUSES to go on missions without you cause bby just wants to protect you

when you guys finish missions he always takes you out to eat in tokyo, it's like a lil tradition you guys do 🥲💕

as for dates it's always super spontaneous and he makes sure you never do the same thing twice

but he likes to stay home too!! movie dates at home are his favorite, but he won't tell you since he knows you like going out

HE ALSO PAYS FOR UR STUFF AT THE BEAUTY SUPPLY UGHHH

just follows you around as you fill up the basket and is ready to pay at the register

he's just so happy he's yours.

megumi fushiguro 🌸

not THE last! but one of the last to get married

BUT HE LOVES U SO FREAKING MUCH

it took him a couple years to pop the question, not because he wasn't sure about your relationship, but because he wanted to make sure he was ready before making such a big commitment

no wedding, y'all eloped and went to the courthouse but you had a little ceremony after :3

isn't super vocal about his affections like yuuji, but he does small things

you're his homescreen and his lockscreen is a picture of you two at the courthouse when you guys got married 🩷

he trust your abilities but does secretly fret when you go on missions alone

as for dates he's def a homebody...

he considers any one on one time with you a date...not in a lame way tho!

he just finds the two of you in your home alone to be intimate and comfortable

speaking of home alone...you guys have one kiddo since you guys were a little older when you tied the knot!!

a cute little girl who is y'alls pride and joy. when you told megumi you were pregnant tho he was terrified.

he just didn't want to turn out like his father

but he loves you and your little girl dearly 🩷.

satoru gojo 🌸

THE BLUE EYED PRINCE IS UR HUSBAND??? girl whats ur secret??

anyways, small wedding (he didn't want the elders all up in ur buisness) happy home, and wayyy too many kids

nobody expected you both to have so many kids but you have such a beautiful body!! how could he keep his hands off you?

and besides look at him and tell me he doesn't have a breeding kink...

due to you both being the strongest sorcerers and the kids, your schedules got a bit hectic but he always makes sure you're taken care of

multiple calls day and night, he loves to hear your voice...or moans. (he's hi-key a freak)

RESTURAUNT DATES

we know he loves sweets but you guys always go to nice restaurants, cause he believes you deserves the finest things in life

and he loves his kid so dearly

he's giving me 2 girls, 1 boy energy

from the tea parties, makeovers and late video game nights, he endures it all because of how much he adores them.

he adores you even more tho <3.

suguru geto 🌸

the. perfect. husband.

anything you want? you got it.

hair? done. nails? how much is your set?

definitely had the biggest wedding out of everyone (and the biggest ring)

AND A HUGE HONEYMOON like y'all were gone at least 2 weeks

everyone's fav couple, like nobody ever gets sick of y'all

he absolutely lovesss pda can can't keep his hands to him self. always has a hand on your lower back, arm around your shoulders, and he's just super in tune to you as a whole

wants kids bad, LIKE BAD

and y'all got busy on that honeymoon so you def had one pretty soon after the wedding

when you were pregnant, he spoiled you rotten and he made it his #1 priority to make sure you hadn't a worry in the world

you have 2 beautiful girls and suguru loves them more than life

he tries his best to keep them away from sorcerer life for as long as possible because he knows what it's like to be ostracized because of that life

has no favorites, but if he did it would be you.

kento nanami 🌸

sighhh my old man :)))

last to marry, but the ceremony was beautiful!

intimate but like i said, vv nice

lovesss to spoil you!! and plus we all know he makes hella bank bc he needs someone to spend it on

shopping dates!! mostly consist of him following you around and you just picking out what you like

if you even look at smth he's already at the register

prefers staying at home dates though, like reading together, cooking together, and movie dates!!

minimizes pda in public- perhaps holds your hand maybe

but in private he is so clingyyyy like you have to tear him off you lip to lip, chest to chest, hip to hip, you name it

you practically hung the stars, you could do no wrong in his eyes

is 50/50 on kids???

he's not going to actively ask you to start a family but he also is totally on board if you want to

we all know this man is under a lot of stress so his favorite way to spend time with you is coming home after a long day and cuddling with you 🩷

he's utterly obsessed with you (he's just good at hiding it)

takuma ino 🌸

THIS IS LITERALLY MY HUSBAND GUYS- HEAR ME OUT

high school sweethearts but y'all broke up right before graduation

you guys adored eachother but he was scared of losing you once you guys became sorcerers ಥ_ಥ

but fear not! you guys got back together a year- 2 years later bc he's in love with u

he wanted to propose as soon as you got back together but he has more common sense than that

when he does though it's so cutieee

def private and small, just like the wedding. only your closest friends and family, because he wants everything to be perfect

loves fun dates like laser-tag, go-carts, ect. bc he is just a big little kid

if you do missions together, he is literally that scene from hotel transylvania: "that's my girlfriend!" "your wife, ino..." "my wife? even better!"

i'm not even gonna sugarcoat it y'all get pregnant immediately after

ino is def terrified. you guys are both young and you've barely been married for 3 months

but he pulls it together obv and y'all have a cutie little son <3

just like yuuji, he gushes about his little family to nanami constantly (kento acts like he hates it but he finds it endearing)

he reads to your son for bedtime every night WITHOUT FAIL

he always thinks about how he wouldn't have things any other way.

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ i wrote this in like 2 hours and i have a chem quiz tommorow i hope u guys like it 😿😿(pls love me) BUT I GET TO SEE MY MAN TOMMORROW AHHHH. sorry i'm not gonna shut up about himmm. ok bye stay hot ily guys sm!!!!

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𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚!

𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙡0𝙫3𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙖143 2024

[megamindsecretlair]

The King and I, Part 1

Pairing: King Ghezo x Virgin!Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. This is more background than anything, so mentions of violence, violence against women, brief mentions of rape, torture, murder, slave trade, and suicidal ideation. Hopefully this will be 3 parts, will lead to smut! Ya heathens, I know what you here for LOL. And you all deserve forehead kisses.

Summary: Raised to be perfect, your father has had it with your disobedience. He marches you to the palace and throws you at the King's feet. You'd rather die than be another person's property. But the King surprises you in many ways.

Word Count: 3,533k

A/N: Couldn't get this idea out of my brain and it definitely doesn't follow the canon in the movie. AH well, LOL. I love it and that's all that matters. Hopefully, my brain continues to cooperate. Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! Or get blockt!

Masterlist | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Taglist: @planetblaque @browngirldominion

Before you had a chance to be a little girl, you were coveted for your looks. How pretty you were. How nice your hair was. Paraded out in front of many odd, adult people who looked at you with strange things in their eyes. Things you were too young to understand.

As you got older, it only got worse. You were expected to sit there like a doll and let people talk over you or around you, as if you were no more than grass beneath their feet. Wind in their hair. Something always there and easily ignored.

So you made the decision to be seen. You gave opinions when they weren’t wanted. You stayed in other people’s business. You resisted and rebelled. It was nice while it lasted.

Your father made sure to curb you of such habits. But somehow, the punishments never took like they were supposed to. You continued to speak. To use the gifts the gods gave you. If they did not want you to speak, they should have taken your tongue.

At his end, your father gave up his pursuit of a wealthy match for you. “If you will not listen to me, I will give you to someone you have no choice but to obey!” Spittle flew from your father’s mouth.

As you were marched to the palace, that was the one thing you focused on. Your father was a proud man. Perhaps you had gone a step too far if he was letting spit fly from his mouth with abandon. This was the least of your concern, true, but being cast off on the newly appointed King Ghezo was too big to face head on.

People in the village watched as you were marched there, your father’s grip on your arm near bruising. His thick fingers were wrapped around your upper arm. He set a brutal pace and walked forward whether you were able to keep up or not. You stared at the people. You made them look at you.

You didn’t expect them to do anything to help you. No one ever lifted a finger to help little girls. You were many years an adult by now, but to everyone, you were still so young. Young in the ways of the world. But growing up, weren’t you taught the ways of the world? 

The powerful were in charge with no one to challenge them otherwise. While everyone else was sheep, forced to do their bidding. 

Your feet tripped over rocks in the dirt road. Your father continued marching. The palace gates were not far now. Dread started to inch its way to your heart. You had never seen the King, but you heard how your parents whispered about him. How he was both similar and different from his father and brother.

His father had been a cruel man, living in ways that your people hadn’t lived before. Surely, his son would be no different. When you learned that you were going to be given to the new king, you pictured how ugly he must be. How cruel. 

Your father was handing you over like a piece of meat. Handing his daughter over as if he had no hand in birthing you, raising you, guiding, and protecting you. Now you were nothing to him. You looked at him as he jostled you down the street. His eyes were set forward, a frown on his face.

Did he not feel anything at all? All these years you had been in his care and there wasn’t an ounce of feeling in him.

“Did you ever love me?” You asked. You were out of breath and it was said softly. Perhaps he didn’t hear you. You hoped. You didn’t really want to hear his answer. Hear that despite everything else, he did not share that love for you as you did for him all these years.

“You are an insolent child. I will make more of you. I will instill in them obedience where you had none,” he spat. 

You refused to cry. You had an idea that he didn’t truly love you. Sometimes he’d look at you with such…hate. As if you were a stubborn stain he could not remove. You thought it was because of your looks. Because it was all anyone could talk about. But even when it was just you and your mother, he would still look at you as if he could cast you out with a single look.

At the palace gates, the guards halted your father. The red doors were large, stretching high above you. Anyone who went in, never came back out. You heard whispered words about why the King would need so many women. There was talk of him eating flesh. If he sold it, was there a big stretch to eating it? 

You’d die before you got eaten. As your father argued with the guards, telling how he had a disobedient child that the King could do whatever he wanted with, you made the second biggest decision of your life. You will die before harm befell you. In whatever form that was. 

If the King forced himself on you, you’d kill him and take yourself with him. If he tried to put you in a stew, you’d make him watch as you bled all over his fancy robes. The guards finally opened the gates enough for you to peek through.

Women were engaged in combat. Your mouth dropped open at how fierce they looked. You were not allowed to look upon the Agojie when they returned from their battles beyond the walls of the kingdom. But now you dared not to look away. 

Your father pushed you forward. One of the guards caught you and you turned your head to your father. This was the most satisfied you had ever seen him. He hoped that the King did something awful to you. He was counting on it.

You straightened up behind the walls of the palace. You looked your father in the eyes and you smiled. You spat on the ground at his feet, that smile still on your face. His smile faltered, rage contorting his features. You turned your back on him and walked into the lion’s lair.

The guards handed you off one by one until a young guard escorted you to the front of the palace. In the training yard, men and women walked around with heads held high. It had never been your intention to become Agojie, but perhaps the mad King will let you once he found out how unsuitable for a wife you were. 

The thought of killing anyone made you ill, but it would be better than to be bound to someone who could have you killed with one word. 

The guard took you to the door that led to the inner palace. An Agojie met you there, a tall woman with beautiful features and sharp nails. She looked you up and down and conversed with the guard. You didn’t pay attention. You were marching to your death, what did the particulars matter? 

The woman took possession of you, leading you into the inner palace where it was women only. Everywhere you looked, there were Dahomey women walking freely. They laughed! They trained, they ran, and hugged each other without abandon. There were a few women from other tribes there, but…this sight robbed you of clear thought.

“You will catch flies if you leave your mouth open like that,” the Agojie said. 

The Agojie stalked forward, a hand on the hilt of her weapon. You briefly wondered how you could steal one unnoticed. You searched around you. There were weapons everywhere but there were so many Agojie, you doubted you’d be able to capture one. 

“What’s your name?” You asked.

“Nanisca,” the warrior said. “You’d do well to listen to whatever the King wants.” 

You didn’t need to be reminded of the King’s cruelty. It was all your father taunted you with for days as he made his decision to hand you over. You followed Nanisca to the palace proper. There, a man dressed in bright purple robes greeted you. He was bald with lots of jewelry hanging from his nose, ears, and around his neck. He looked you up and down and then rolled his eyes towards Nanisca.

“I suppose we will have this to look forward to from now on,” he said.

“As long as our King breathes air,” Nanisca said. She left you there with the man. 

“Come,” he said. You followed him, though dread made your steps wooden and your limbs frozen. You were too deep to escape now. But escape to where? Outside the kingdom, you ran the risk of slavers. Rapists. Murderous thugs who would know where you came from and kill you just for being born in the wrong tribe.

The palace was nice, almost peaceful. There was the clank of weapons outside. Grunts and sounds from the Agojie as they practiced. The palace was big but also felt empty. As if there weren’t a lot of people there.

The King must be fat then. Perhaps he ate all the servants and would-be brides. The bald man led you through to a chamber with many chairs. On a raised dais, there was a large throne and a smaller one beside. 

“Wait here,” the man said. He twirled and disappeared down the hall. You took a step forward, looking at the displayed riches and art work. If a king was cruel, did he know anything about art? Or beauty? 

“Is this necessary?” You heard mumbling and turned towards the door, ready to face the King head on. To see what kind of monster your parents have subjected you to. 

A young man walked in, with thick curled hair and light facial hair. He wore robes of gold, his robe split open revealing a well defined chest. He stood in the doorway and gazed at you as you did him.

He certainly didn’t look monstrous. You knew that evil things often came in the prettiest packages, but he was beautiful. Strong. Solid. 

He was still your new jailor, you mustn’t forget. So you stood there and looked him in the eye. You were not a victim and you will not be treated as such. 

“What is your name?” He asked. He pressed into the room further, looking you up and down with desire in his eyes. Your parents taught you well. How to spot it in others. 

You told him your name and he repeated it. As if to savor it around his tongue. He walked closer until he was within reach. Up close, he was even more handsome. You had to fight yourself from getting distracted by his looks. He was still cruel. You remembered all the horrible stories about his brother. He couldn’t be any different.

“So your father has given you away to me.” 

It wasn’t a question, but you answered anyway. “He has, my King,” you said.

“Do you wish to be given away?” He asked.

You gasped and looked at him. You looked to the bald man for help but he was turned away from the two of you. You looked back towards King Ghezo. It was the first time anyone had asked what you wished. For it to come from a king who should not care what you wanted…you weren’t sure what to do with the information.

“N-No,” you said.

King Ghezo nodded. “I wish I could make it easier for you. But you are too beautiful to be Agojie and if I turn you from this palace, you will have nowhere to go.” He reached for your hand and you snatched it from him. He smiled patiently as he held out his hand to you.

He was only pretending to be nice. A stupid, hopeful part of you had thought he wasn’t like the stories. He was worse. Still, he was correct. If he turned you away, you had nowhere to go. Once you had been here, everyone would assume the King used you and not deemed you worthy. Cast you out like a whore. You would be forced to sell your body. 

You took his hand. He gripped it lightly and smiled. He kissed the back of your hand. “Welcome, my Queen,” he said.

The next few days were a blur. King Ghezo’s first wife saw to your preparation for the wedding. The eunuch from earlier saw to your lessons, what was expected of you. No different than what your father had wanted from you. To be on your best behavior and only speak when spoken to. 

You hadn’t seen the King since then, but you caught glimpses every now and then. You were given your own quarters and servant, someone to tend to your needs. It was odd to have someone help bathe you, but the King preferred cleanliness to all else. He was vain on top of a liar.

The feast arrived in no time and you were painted up like a doll. At the wedding, you stood there as expected. If you had smiled any harder, it would have split your face in two. You had stood there like a goat on the pasture, ready to be bought and chopped up. King Ghezo studied you, encircled you, and found you acceptable. You had been tense, near trembling. You hated every second of it.

But now you are married. You sat beside King Ghezo at the high table, while he joked and laughed with his advisors. His other wife sat on your side, quiet and dull. You pitied her. The fight had left her long ago. You were still young. There was still time for you. While everyone smiled and laughed and enjoyed the feast, you hid a knife up your sleeve. It wasn’t that sharp, but it’d do the trick when the King tried to climb in your bed tonight.

You smiled in his face and feigned an innocent routine. You waited for the casual cruelty. When he would hiss for you to shut up, eat more, eat less, sit up straight. It never came. He only gave you brief glances, each always polite. A smile on those plump lips. You couldn’t shake your resolve though. Tonight, you’d be free. Whether free in death or free in life was entirely up to him. 

That night, you lay in your bed. There was a door there that led to a small balcony overlooking the rest of the kingdom. It was mostly the trees in the forest, but they were tall and mighty and more than the view you got back home. You did not spare your father a thought, but you thought of your mother. It had not been her choice to marry such a cruel man. 

It had not been your choice to marry a cruel man either. However, you felt as if you had a child, you would have moved the heavens and the earth to protect it. To not let what happened to you, happen to your own daughter. You supposed that dream was gone now. You’d either die tonight and never have a kid, or face the wrath of the kingdom and bear one without your permission. Somehow death seemed kinder. 

You did not want to die. But how could you live within these walls? With that monster? Admittedly, you did not hear any screams late in the night. His first wife seemed unbothered. Untouched. She had borne him his first son, so perhaps he left her alone. And perhaps goats flew over the moon. 

Men were only interested in one thing from a woman. And it was not her brain. 

A soft knock tore you from your musings. You tensed up, sliding your hand beneath your pillow to wrap around the handle of the knife. Maybe if you pretended to be sleep, he’d come back another night.

The door pushed open, soft feet padded inside, and the door closed again. You lay on your side, turned towards the open balcony. If you screamed, would no one come to your aid? 

“Are you awake?” King Ghezo’s soft voice reached you. You didn’t answer. Your breaths were stalled in your chest. Your hand cramped from holding the knife too hard. 

The King poked at your shoulder before making you roll over. “I know you are not…”

You sat up and had the knife at his throat in one fell swoop. The King’s eyes widened, but he looked at you, not the knife.

“Will you kill me, my Queen?” He asked. 

You pressed the knife into his skin, hard enough to know you meant business but careful not to break the skin. You were already committing treason, but somehow, it was important not to mar the king. 

He stared at you. Those deep brown eyes set in such a handsome face. You looked for the cruel man you heard about. Where was he? You could harm a cruel man. They deserved it tenfold. Why wasn’t he making this easy on you?

“I don’t want to,” you finally admitted. “I have to.”

“Why?” 

What did he mean, why? “Aren’t you angry?” 

“Angry at a scared woman who has no one on her side? No,” he said. He was so calm, so patient. This was at odds with everything you built up about him in your head.

“Don’t pity me,” you said. You pushed the knife in deeper. 

He leaned away and held his hands up. “I do not pity you. I will not pretend to know your life. But I can promise that you’re safe here,” he said.

You scoffed. “I’m not safe anywhere,” you said. You pressed your lips together. That hadn’t been what you meant to say. You meant to throw it back on him, that he could not promise safety when he dealt in the slave trade. When he looked at his people and only saw money from white devils. 

His eyes softened and he slowly smiled. “No man intact can enter this palace. Beyond that, we are protected by the fiercest warriors in the world. Beyond them, there is a first legion still to defend this palace from enemies. Here in the heart of it, you are the safest you’ve ever been.” 

“But who will keep me safe from you?” 

King Ghezo leaned forward, making you choose between cutting him or retreating. You eased up on the pressure. “You can do a finer job protecting yourself than most women can,” he said.

You stared at him. Your arm began to shake from holding the knife for so long. You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t kill him. You were weak and would never be accepted as an Agojie. You would never fare well beyond these walls. 

You dropped the knife on the bed and held out your wrists. “I’m ready for my punishment, my King,” you said.

King Ghezo let out a long breath. You noticed now that he wore a deep, royal purple that highlighted his rich, dark skin. He wore minimal jewelry. He was just that magnificent on his own. Especially when the candle light flickered across his features.

“Punishment?” 

“I’ve threatened the King. I am ready for whatever punishment you hand out,” you said.

The King ignored the knife on the bed between you. It was within his right to take it and kill you. Or take it as evidence of your deceit. He could brand it for all to see as he threw you out of the palace. 

He did none of those things. He reached out his hand slowly and enclosed yours in his. You stared at your hands in comparison to his. He watched you as he brought your hands to his lips and placed a small kiss there.

“Plot how next you’ll kill me. If I have not convinced you of my intentions, of my character by then, you may carry through,” he said.

“What? No, no!” You said. You pulled your hands back but he held on. He pulled you closer until your hands were pressed against his warm, smooth chest. 

“Keep the knife, my Queen. This will be interesting between us,” he said.

This was surely a trap. A way for him to play and toy with you while he tightened the noose about your neck. Or gathered wood to burn you alive. Or for the Agojie to sharpen their swords to take your head with it.

“My King…”

“One day, I wish for you to call me your love,” he said. “But I will earn it or die trying.” A cocky grin spread across his face. It transformed him from a king to a man. A man who you were married to, sitting on your bed, with intentions involving you. 

He placed one more kiss on your hands and then retreated from the room. He never gave you his back, but he did smile and bow. Then he was gone from your room. A chill from outside caressed your bare skin and you shivered.

Was the king truly mad? Or were you? And why did he make you want to find out which?

Masterlist | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

[slushycoookie]

I'm Cookie! I'm 25, Black, I go by She/Her (but I'm also ok with They/Them), and I'm in the U.S. I daydream 24/7 about characters that aren't real.

This is a side blog! I follow and like through my main @thecookienerd

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[iproposedtoyamamaanshesaidyes]

God did, God live, God forgive never forget, God assist, God give as long as the spirit in me God live, tryna find a woman like Adam take my rib, still live thru sin, repent, confessions trying to come out like cold air thru the ac vent, I recommend and i reckon, intellectualizing about life testimonies and sacrifice I testify, I identify the eyes stay televised, the world was once beautified, in the natural eyes, turn into homicides and suicides, some say it’s Gods will, reverends never tell the truth faucet never leaked or spill, words hurt those that kill, kill or be killed, we animals, kill our own in communion, are we getting pimped or being involved in prostitution, freedom soon to be loosing, rioting and looting, black on black crime and school shootings, police shooting, drug abusing, the eyes of Saten find it amusing, trying stay in Gods hands, cause my plan turn into Gods hands and my will is in Gods hands, God live, long as I’m still alive God live, ©️

[iamanyaluv]

Prompt #1

You're a demon summoned by an occult group with a spell, using a baby as their sacrifice. Instead of eating the baby like they thought, you kill them all and take the baby to raise as your own. ~iamanyaluv

[noblevicartstudio08]

The Point of No Return.

After failing to assassinate The Lady of The Underground, Allison confronts the truth of why she's here in Hollow Port... and who Madam Flowers truly is.

Lilith Flowers belongs to @reds-hub-and-main / @rcseteaparty

Content Warning for: Lesbophobia, Emotophobia, Trauma Responses, Mentions of Abuse, Death, Murder. (If I miss anything, please let me know)

Allison awoke with the start, dripping with cold sweat and tears. The chilling air nipped and gnawed at her skin as she hugged herself while assessing her surroundings. She couldn’t tell which was faster, the thumping of her heart, or the fierce pounding in her head. Despite her fear, she looks down at her hands. No blood. Only bits of dirt and grime from the cold floor that her body collapsed on. In fact. This entire area looked familiar, from the candles that acted as the primary lighting source to the organ on the other side of the room. This was Madam Flower’s office.

Her breaths were shaky and rapid, that only grew in pace until she let out a horrific scream. A mixture of rage, terror, and sorrow at the idea of failure. She didn’t kill her. One bird must’ve seen her!! She had time!! She could’ve killed Flowers!! She had the time!! Why?! ….And that’s when the memories came flooding back to her. She was right there. The chandelier hadn’t even begun to fall. The dagger was over her head and yet… one look at The Lady of The Underground gave her pause. A trembling hand with the dagger overhead. A rush of the times Madam Flowers was kind to her. All that kindness, those moments together, all that laughter and conversation… it meant something to her. It wasn’t supposed to, but it meant something. It meant the world to her. Just the idea of not being able to speak with Madam Flowers anymore, not being able to hear her voice, knowing the name of the next plant that inhabits the garden, or the next recipe for her newest brew of fresh wine, it wasn’t something she couldn’t even fathom…

She was weak. She was in love. Her heart yearned for a woman that she suspected of murdering the most darling girl in the world to her, her dearest, Lilian. She tried so hard. She kept lying to herself repeatedly, trying to tell herself that the roses offered were nothing but plastic trash to manipulate her, and yet her heart wouldn’t listen. This crushing feeling of being in love with someone she knows she shouldn’t be… she already knew what that was like. Once more, she went through it again. The idea of moonlit nights being empty and cold without Flowers in them, looking for her in faces that passed by only to find nothing… just like with Lilian. She was weak.

Choking, pathetic sobs, muffled by a pair of gloved hands, echoed through Madam Flower’s office as Allison hung her head low. She failed. She had let everyone down. Failing her team, her family, and herself weighed heavily on her. Once again, her damn heart got in the way of everything. She wished she could rip her heart out and be rid of it once and for all. Her sobs, though loud, were not enough to drown out the sound of the entry door being flung open.

“Low some, spineless little cur!! How dare you!” Allison flinched at the insult, retreating into a familiar headspace she hadn’t been in since… the wedding. “The Madam has allowed you to hear to your heart’s content and this is how you repay her!?” Allison does not respond to the rightfully angry bird’s question.

“Your time is up Conway,” another states. “We have secured your members and Cloud 9. We’ve given you more than enough chances, and you’ve wasted them.”

Just hearing that makes Allison’s blood run cold. No, please, not again. She can’t go through this again! “WAIT!” She suddenly stands, tears streaming down her face. “Please just let them go!! They didn’t have anything to do with this!! I swear!! This was all my idea and I lied to them!! Just let them go and I’ll give you Cloud 9!! I promise!! I won’t leave!! I’ll stay here, just let them go!!”

“ENOUGH!!”

A tense silence fills the air as The Madam’s booming voice rips through the air. She suddenly appears in a bellow of fire, her hat shading her eyes, veiling her emotions. “Girls. Let Allison’s crew go immediately, and wait outside. I wish to speak with Allison. Alone.”

“But Milady!! After everything she’s done you’re still–”

“NOW! Do not make me ask twice.” Another flinch from The Bellowmight’s Angel. She’s never seen Flowers get so angry with her birds. Without another word, her henchmen scamper off to follow her instructions. Silence returns once more. It was as if they were both waiting to say something. All the while, Allison stands there trembling, with tears still fresh on her face. The fear in her eyes was so palpable that even Madam Flowers took a step back. However, she’s quick to recompose herself, and gently takes Allison’s hand to bring her lips to the angel’s knuckles. Another flinch on Allison’s part. “…Forgive me, angel.” Allison’s hand glides out of hers as she slowly turns away from the angel and drags herself to her desk. What a long and horrible night this was. Now might be a good time to end all of this… for good. She reached her desk and unveiled a set of papers, wrapped neatly in a rather large envelope. She then made her way back to a still-frightened Allison, and only asked one question, “I’m curious. Tell me. Why did you hesitate?”

Allison’s shoulders deflate and she can feel the light leaving her eyes. “Because I’m in love with you,” her voice was flat and quiet, barely above a whisper, “This wasn’t supposed to be real.” And yet, it was real. It was so very real to her. She thought if she just pretended with Romeo, it would be fine, and she wouldn’t get hurt. However, she never expected it to feel real. She never thought it would mean something to her. That Madam Flowers would mean everything to her. She doesn’t truly know or want to believe that Madam Flowers started the fire that killed Lilian. That was just an out to hide her true resentment. Something that if Flowers saw, she knew that she would take advantage of. She knew that Flowers didn’t truly love her. Why would she? Allison was just another resource, a prize, a commodity. Just like with him, and every other person that “wanted her.” She’s not pure, she’s not the angel everyone thinks she is. She’s only good to be consumed. She knows that. She’s accepted that. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt any less. That’s why she didn’t want Lilith to get too close, and when she did, Allison tried to invent a way to get rid of her, to cast her aside and out of her heart. She wanted to believe in her heart that Madam Flowers was the monster that everyone else thought she was… but she was not. Madam Flowers. At least, not to Allison. The words spill like a waterfall through Allison’s lips as she stares off into nothing with dead eyes.

“…Gods. I am such a fool.” Well, that was the last thing Allison was expecting, but it did catch her attention. She briefly glances up as Flowers chokes out the next of her words. “I am such a goddamned fool. In trying to keep the devil at bay all I’ve done is become him… and hurt you like he would.” The one thing that she wanted was to never see Allison hurt. Now look where they are. Allison looked at her like she would look at him all those years ago. Allison admitted that the reason she considered murder was because she didn’t want to trade one cage for another. Was The Garden truly a cage, she wondered. Well, now they can both be free. The Madam silently hands the papers to Allison, a few damp spots littered the envelope. As soon as the papers were out of her hands, Flowers turned from Allison and walked away slowly.

Allison stands there for a moment as if she’s never seen an envelope before. She briefly glances at Madam Flowers, before back at the envelope. Despite fumbling a little, trembling fingers managed to open the damn thing and free the contents. The first that stuck out to Allison was the title of one that read, “Deed.” Her eyes briefly skimmed through the papers, before her name suddenly grabbed her attention. She went over the paragraph again. Then twice, and three times more. “… What?” was all she could muster. The Garden… belonged to her. Was this a joke? There was no way this was right. This had to be some sick gag to get her to let her guard down! There was no way that after everything that happened between the two, Madam Flowers was just giving her The Garden, literally the most powerful underground market in all of Hollow Port! “I… I don’t understand.”

“The Garden was never mine to keep, Allison,” Lilith responds, choking back sobs. “It was yours. Since day one, I’ve built it for you. I made this place so I can protect you. I’ve trained The Birds so they may guard you and guide you. That was their purpose all along. All of this is for you.”

Allison could feel her heart breaking and she didn’t even know why. So the whole time? Sharing the names of all the plants, the endless supply of wine, the near limitless resources, all of this, was for her? No. It couldn’t have been. That didn’t make sense. Allison had done nothing to hear this. Any of this. She barely had done enough to earn her shop in her eyes! And yet, there it was, in plain black and white. The Garden was hers to keep and do with whatever she wished. Her mind was spinning out of control. She didn’t deserve this. Accepting this responsibility terrified her beyond wit. But what choice did she have? Does she risk the idea of one of The Birds taking this place, especially after she’s more than earned their ire? “… Why?”

Madam Flower slowly turned to face her. Through her wide-brim hat and mask veiling her features, Allison could make out tears and a soft, somber smile. “Simple. Because I love you. I always have and I always will.” Flowers wanted nothing more than for Allison to feel safe here in Hollow Port, and if Allison didn’t feel safe with her around, then she needed to disappear. Flowers knew that Allison was scared to accept the responsibility of being the Madam of The Garden, but she believed that she could do it. She believed in her. All Flowers asked, maybe once in a while, to think of her and the time that they spent together. It was as real to her as it was to Allison, despite what she may believe. “Au revoir mon amour. Vous êtes enfin libre.” With those last parting words, The Great Madam Flowers disappeared in a bellow of fire, and For what she had done?! Did Madam Flowers kill Lilian by accident?? So many questions spun in her head and the answers lay resting in one spot.

Slowly, she composed herself enough to pick up the key and open the box. The same melody she just finished playing echoed out of the box in the sweetest and softest of chimes. The first item that lay on top immediately caught her eye. Lilian’s glasses sat gently atop a familiar, crimson-bound book with a fiery blossom compound on the cover’s center. In between the center items were other small bits of jewelry and knick-knacks that Allison thought would tickle Lily’s fancy. There’s even a flower crown of primrose that she made for her when they were 14. Emotions overwhelmed Allison in her desperate struggle to stay focused. It was like the funeral all over again. She gently removes the glasses from atop Lilian’s spell book and takes the crimson leather-bound book into her hands. Using the compound, she spelled out, “gloriosa superba.” Sure enough, it opened. Ah, she knew that girl far too well.

Going over the first few pages was nothing special. They were just pages of her complaining about her awful father and spells that she wanted to try. Then… Allison came into her life, and everything seemed to light up. Allison got to see firsthand how much she inspired Lilian. How Lilian always looked forward to seeing Allison every day. The days they weren’t together filled Lily’s heart with gloom and grief. Like the two girls completed one another… and in a way, they did. There. Right there, on her 16th birthday, Lilian realized that she was deeply and hopelessly in love with Allison. However, she dared not to say anything for fear that she ruin the happiness she had with Romeo. Oh, how naïve Lily was not to see the genuine pain that Allison was suffering. Allison could read on no more and doubled over in sobs. Then again, who was she to judge Lilian for being naïve, when she was an even bigger fool?! Had she just followed her heart and not been a coward, her dearest would still be here. No, instead she chose to remain in her cage and as a result, she lost the most precious girl in the world.

Pearl, offered Allison comfort, giving her more will to read on. She almost wretches again, reading the pages about getting caught with a maid. Her parents arranged for her to be married to Marcus Dumont to “cure her of this affliction.” The day of the wedding and what was supposed to be her last entry… how she was so determined to tell Allison how she felt. Poor Lily, she must’ve gotten cold feet. Cause Allison only remembered getting a somber look and a shaky hug. She also remembered handing Lily a dagger, kissing her cheek, and making her promise that she’d never stop fighting. She wondered, did Lily fight till the end? Or did she die peacefully in her sleep as the flames engulfed her?

…Wait. There’s. Another page. Written after the day of the fire. Allison’s eyes widen in horror at this realization. She quickly flips to the next page, only to be greeted with frantic gibberish that didn’t even look like Lily’s handwriting. However, she could make out a few phrases. “It hurts.” “Face hurts.” “Monster.” “What have I done?” “I didn’t mean to.” Allison’s hands were violently trembling. The next 4 pages were just “I’m sorry,” written in sickening, almost hypnotic repetition. Allison even found herself saying it out loud. When she finally reaches another entry, it starts to resemble Lilian’s handwriting again, but something has changed. She states how she needed to leave Clayburrow and stay as far away from Allison as possible. She’s a danger to others, especially those that she holds close… a monster. Why? Why Allison’s dearest think this way of herself? She’s not a monster! Why would she think that!? Did she kill Marcus?! If so, who cares?! That bastard had it coming!! Wait… Nothing, but the charred bone was found of Marcus… And it was always assumed that Lilian’s ashes were mixed in with the ashes of the marital bed… Oh. And Lilian was practicing pyromancy alongside her plant magic… No. It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t!!

To confirm her suspicions, Allison read on. The next few pages were dedicated to Lily changing her handwriting Allison quickly recognized from the forms and poems, how she missed and longed for her partner in crime, how she gathered up evidence to unmask Romeo for the monster that he is, her stunned revelation that Romeo introduced her parents to Marcus, her painful and bloody climb to the top, and her construction of the garden… how much Allison would love it once she got here. The mysterious Lady of The Underground, Madam Flowers, was none other than Allison’s dearest and most precious friend, Lilian Leclair. Her most treasured friend, the first girl she’s ever loved, and she’s been right under her nose the entire time. She’s been rejecting, scheming against, and plotting the downfall of her dearest friend who she thought she lost so long ago…

Panic set in, and she scrambled to close the spell book and find her compound. As she peers into the mirror, she repeats the demand, “Find her,” repeatedly in rapid succession, until finally the mirror shows her a visage of a nearby warehouse that belonged to Blue Phantom Pharmaceuticals. In that instant, she snatched up Pearl and Lilian’s glasses before creating a portal, taking her straight there. Allison didn’t know what Lily would do next, but she’s not losing her. Not again. Never again.

[kyuponstories]

writeblr/artblr intro.

I commissioned this artwork; the character belongs to me. Please do NOT steal nor use in any way! This piece was created by @/teller-of-tragedies.

Hello all!

My name is Kyu. I am a creative writer and traditional artist. I have the ultimate goal of bringing all of my Black (girl) joy-centered stories to life via comics & animation - mainly through fanime (a small community on YouTube of animators making low budget anime series) and stop-motion with dolls. I made this tumblr hoping to make friends with artists & writers of many genres & formats!

*tries to think of a way to bring up social anxiety & adhd w/o sounding weird & fails* 🤠

Current fanime WIPs (all to be animated & possibly made into comics 1st):

Oh, Coffee Boy! (오, 커피 보이!) - An introverted boy shows up to his first day of work at the right restaurant, but the wrong location! Transferred before he could protest, Akachi must learn how to live life with his goofy, cosplaying co-workers. (SOL/Comedy)

• Because I Like You! (好きだから) - A romcom about a socially anxious senior who unexpectedly becomes close friends to her high school's heartthrob - much to the dislike of her childhood friend.

• Eyes of the Beholder - A royal medieval fantasy & action series full of angst involving a girl who has never dreamed. Super excited about this one but can't spoil anything about it sksksskks

• It's Complicated! - A romcom series about two teens that like each other, but have a complicated relationship. Did I mention that they're childhood friends? Apparently childhood friends 2 lovers is a dynamic of mine now lol.

Current Stop-Motion WIPs (all to be animated w/ dolls):

Bangtan Beach Adventures - One by one, the BTS members find themselves on Lilac Beach. When some get held captive by a fierce mermaid underwater, they must work together to find a way to escape her clutches! (Alternative: A silly stop-motion series w/ ten episodes that I add on to as I collect each BTS doll by Mattel lol).

• Lilac Beach - Iris was born on the beautiful Lilac Beach. She loves the place so much that she walks around in her swimsuit all day. The problem? Iris is afraid of water. But it's her responsibility to take care of the beach as well as those who visit & reside there - on and off land. As new faces arrive, old faces return, and love blossoms, will Iris be able to overcome her past and return to her life beyond the shore?

My Tags (if I even remember them lol)

#am writing ~ for all writing updates

#moot project ~ for writing by my mutuals (aka moots)

#word count

#wip: oh coffee boy! || #oh coffee boy! || #wip: OCB

#wip: because I like you! || #wip: BILY || BILY

#wip: sukidara || #sukidakara

#wip: EOTB || #eyes of the beholder

#wip: IC || #it's complicated

#wip: lilac beach || #Lilac Beach

#wip: bangtan beach adventures || #bangtan beach adventures

Will add more as they come!

IG & Youtube art channel are both @kyuponstories as well (nothing on the latter as of March 29th, 2024)!

[stickytypewriter]

I’ll continue to do my Irish goodbyes when it’s just the two of us. I’ll keep seeming distant because I don’t know how to properly communicate that my feelings are possibly deeper than I once thought. I’m still figuring it out. I’m still unlearning the things I once did to seem less… me.

-ka

[bleach-your-panties]

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

Another year on the blog is coming to a close!!

Shoutout to all my new followers and mooties, I'm glad to have you be a part of my Tumblr family!!🫶🏽

[thel0v3hashira143]

❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐄! ❞

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ yuuji megumi gojo nanami n choso ☆ how jjk men act when they have a crush on you!

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ fem!reader, black coded but anyone can read

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ notes: ahhh the comeback post!! let's just say my old works were...less than coherent. but im here and ready to slay the day after 2-ish years!! take these crumbs while i try and find my footing again. stay hot lovies 🎀🎀

yuuji itadori 🌸

my babyyy (sob sob) yuuji would def try to impress you with his athleticism, bc girls like that stuff right? (gojo told him that...save him)

he frequently challenges you to friendly competitions when sparring to showing off his skills.

he def let's you get quite a few hits on him and he may even let you win from time to time (seeing your smile makes getting knocked on his ass worth it)

he might act a bit bashful, but he's straightforward. he knows he has a crush on you so why would he hide it?

expect nice gestures like him wanting to carry things for you, buying you food, watching all your fav movies, ect.

speaking of which, movie hangouts!!!

every friday usually you, megumi, nobara, and yuuji all get together and watch a movie

buuuttt if he's feeling especially brave he'll invite you to his dorm to watch the newest movie in your favorite series! (yes, he keeps track of when they come out)

he loves that it becomes y'alls thing and he loves it even more when you lay your head on his shoulder and doze off &lt;;33

he also gives hella compliments cause something in my gut says his love language is words of affirmation.

anticipate many "isn't [name] just the coolest?" or "you look great today [name]!"

im telling you he could never run out of nice things to say to you, whether it be about your looks or personality

as soon as he realizes he likes you he takes down those pin up girl posters in his dorm

he also obviously thinks you're more beautiful than jennifer lawrence argue wit ur mama

he is also obviously a personality over looks guy so dont act surprised if you see him looking at you with a lovesick grin if he catches you doing something kind for someone

expect him to confess his feelings sooner rather than later

"yeah, why wouldn't i have a crush on [name]? shes beautiful and badass! but don't tell her, okay?"

megumi fushiguro 🌸

megumi, unlike yuuji is quite reserved, even with his friends

honestly gives no indication that he likes you at all 💀💀 he stares at you pretty intensely at first (to admire your beauty) but quickly catches on that you think its weird..

once you two get closer though, megumi would frequently express his crush through small gestures

he strikes me as a reader so i can see him recommending his favorite books to you or even lending you some of his.

you two exchange books often and he highlights quotes that remind him of you

i can also see book shop hangouts where you two sit and read together in some small bookshop he found in the city.

(he's just admiring you read)

he's not a huge compliment/affirmation guy but quality time is a big one for him

whether it be on missions, sparring, or out with the rest of the first year's, he enjoys any time he can have with you.

megumi is also very protective but like...subtly

he secretly watches out for you during missions, making sure you're safe without drawing attention to it

he'll insist you two split up but send one of his divine dogs to accompany you to wherever you go.

even when you're out and about in tokyo he always likes to stay close to you. he follows you around (not in a creepy way more like a lost puppy way)

follows you into stores you like even if he has absolutely no interest.

all in all he's just a shy guy who's whipped for you &lt;3

"i enjoy spending time with you. a lot."

teen!satoru gojo 🌸

gojo...you bastard...(affectionate)

erm ngl i can def see him being a bully to you at first...

not like a bully bully but he def teases you a lot and it gets under your skin sometimes. (you hate him)

but in reality hes jus a spoiled litte rich boy in love.

once he realizes his feelings he still pokes fun at you sometimes, but tones it down hard and turns on his charm.

gojo's approach is confident and playful. he teases you, always with a charming grin, creating a dynamic that keeps things lighthearted and enjoyable.

he'll find excuses to spend time with you, whether it's offering to train together

unlike yuuji he doesn't care if he likes you this son of a gun will NOT let you win istg

it's like he's trying to rile you up, saying ridiculously cheesy one liners as he dodges all your attacks.

"thats the best you got? oh [name], we'll never get to be together if i keep beating you!"

one thing he does enjoy doing with you however, are snack runs.

gojo is a big back in disguise with too much money to spend so you already knows most of that goes towards food.

he has a huge sweet tooth so i can see you guys browsing multiple sweets shops in the city. if he sees you even look at something for too long he'll buy 10 of them.

every trip you guys both leave with full bellies and full hearts &lt;3

gojo wants to be around you, and he makes sure it's fun for you both

his confession is likely to be straightforward. ccompanied by his trademark smile and his sparkling blue eyes peeking from his shades.

"you know, i've been thinking... i'm kind of into you. what do you say we make things a bit more interesting?"

teen!kento nanami 🌸

my emo boy ❤️‍🩹

nanami, with his composed demeanor, expresses his feelings (though you were unsure if he even had any) through thoughtful actions.

he remembers every. single. detail. of anything you say to him.

your favorite attist dropped an album today? he already bought you the cd/vinyl. you never got a chance to go to the store to get your favorite snack? he went 2 days ago.

he revels in the fact that he knows so much about yousnd the surprised look on your face gets him every time.

(haibara claims he's seen nanami smile at you multiple times but he vehemently denies it.)

despite his serious appearance, he'll occasionally crack dry jokes when it's just the two of you

look at that man and tell me he doesn't have a dry sense of humor 😭😭

you help him to relax and he feels he can truly be himself around you. when you two are alone its like hes showing a different side to his personality.

like megumi, i can see quality time being a big thing for him since attending jujutsu high leaves him quite busy

hes also not a huge talker so whenever you two do spend time together its probably somewhere intimate like your dorm or the library.

no words, just vibes. which he appreciates since he's around a bunch of yipper yappers all day.

nanami's confession is understated but sincere.

"i appreciate the time we spend together. it's made me realize there's something more i feel..."

choso kamo 🌸

my babyyyy no. 2 (i need him biblically)

let's get one thing straight tho. choso is a curse. in my opinion curses have no idea of love in a healthy, positive way so let's just say bb is confused.

he obviously knows what love is. he loves his brothers but he doesnt wanna kiss them...and cuddle them...

he goes to yuuji for advice (was it a bad idea? perhaps.)

"bro you totally have a crush on [name]!"

"a crush?"

after some further investigation hes pretty much got the gist of it.

one thing he becomes quite fond of doing is giving you small gifts from his missions.

these aren't typic gifts persay, like food, clothing or jewelry but more like knickknacks such as shells or rocks.

these tokens become a way for him to express what words might fail to convey.

i headcannon choso likes nature documentaries and after seeing that penguins mate for life by gifting a rock to their mate he's hooked.

idk but i also feel like he's very touchy.

he always has an eye on you in public and ik he does the thing where he guides u with his hand on the small of your back or he locks pinkies with you UGHHHH

with him being protective, he also subtly keeps an eye on you during missions.

he's not one to voice his concern directly but prefers to ensure your safety from the danger.

choso's confession might catch you off guard, but it's filled with honesty and sincerity.

"i've found myself caring about you more than I expected. it's strange..."

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ omg i actually really like this...(watch me hate it in a week) but reqs are open!! i have 1 or 2 more pieces planned to get me in the swing of things but take this before then. love y'all!!

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐲 ♡

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𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚!

𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙡0𝙫3𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙖143 2024

[megamindsecretlair]

The Secret Big Stunna Files

Do not copy or repost my work. Reblogs are encouraged. Do not use my work to train AI. 18+ only. Minors do not interact. Contains multiple uses of the n-word.

Thinkin' 'Bout You - All parts, use of n-word

Some Fairytale Bliss

What You Deserve - use of n-word - All Parts

Runaway Lover - use of n-word - All Parts

So Full of Love

Wait For You

When the Rain Starts

Call Out My Name

It's Written in the Stars

[shadesofgreyinthehouseofnight]

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[iproposedtoyamamaanshesaidyes]

You miss talking to me? I miss talking to you the connection isn’t mutual, it’s soulful, the conversations are like a plate of soul food, sometimes it feels like it ain’t there my heart jumps as ya messages appear, but usually you here but you disappear trying to find you thru thin air, I’m aware, I should beware but that shit I don’t care, is our connection spiritual or mental? emotional or physical? I know the lies, I know the lines, stick to the script or improvised, our minds collide, it’s like a spark, I can’t read minds but I know I can feel what you feel, it’s like you have me ya heart, and now the heart turning black and we going to facing back as it fades black, short lived I’ll burn a bridge then rebuild and move in that bitch, ©️

[misswindley]

"i'm gonna start posting my writing again." *immediately reblogs a picture of Rihanna wearing a flower crown with a blunt in her mouth*

[kyuponstories]

calmwrimo intro post.

(posting this kinda late, yet technically on time so lol)

Hello all!

My name is Kyu. I'm a creative writer that has mainly written fanfics up til now, but am starting to focus on scriptwriting my original stories for Black (girl) joy-centered animated series and/or comics! I have a history of doubting my writing ability when it comes to original stories since I have to build the universe & characters from the ground up, so I've never put a great amount of effort into writing them at all.

That will change this month as I join CalmWrimo - a November writing challenge created by @winterandwords that counters the wellknown NaNoWriMo. Instead of writing to meet a goal of 50k words by the end of the month, those who join will set their own self-care, word count, and/or any other goals in relation to writing!

For this challenge, I will focus on scriptwriting the 1st season of my WIP 'Oh, Coffee Boy!'. It's a comedic, slice-of-life series about an introverted Black boy named Akachi Mayberry that shows up to his first day of his first job at the wrong location. Before he can leave, however, he's quickly transferred to this a cosplaying branch of MegDonald's (spelling intentional)! Can Akachi survive the chaos that ensues with his looney co-workers?

It'll be a very shoujo anime-inspired series that I hope brings lots of laughs! 🥰

writing goals

finish scriptwriting 1-3 episodes of 'Oh, Coffee Boy!'

post 4 blog posts, one every Saturday of the month

self-care goals

stretch at least once a day

journal at least once a week

Will try to update my progress every day! Wishing everyone doing NanoWrimo & CalmWrimo this month the best! 🌟