#Domain request

[darling]

how the FUCK did u get that username. anyway i just scrolled ur blog for like 2 seconds i love ur . vibe . byebye enjoy ur day <3

Awww, thank you, honey - you too!! 🦋✨🌈

Basically there was a form, a domain request for blogs that had been abandoned for over a year (no activity), which the staff never notified me of. I discovered it on my own with the help center's Chatbot and this request had a deadline of 30 days, otherwise they could do nothing. @darling hadn't posted in almost a decade, so I thought it was unlikely that it had been logged in less than a year ago. I requested several domains, but the staff never helped me - quite the opposite - they REMOVED the domain request after me. The peak of ineffectiveness, support has never helped me at all in almost a decade. They even took down an entire cottagecore account of mine and never let me appeal (!) They removed it (the domain request) between the end of last year and beginning of this year, I think the chatbot no longer exists either. I thought it was pathetic - and it was - they never did nothing for me. Not even those Automattic staff members online that are supposed to help people.

A lot could be said about the domain request, it's a big deal and the Tumblr authors have no idea about it, I'm referring to termed blogs too, I see no reason for them to remain unusable if they don't represent offensive terms or terms that violate the guidelines, I take For example, the domain @honey. I know you and others have been unable to use dropped basic domains or blogs that haven't been active for like 13+ years. The very idea of ​​a domain request to speed up its release is the result of a failure, because it is something that should not be addressed if the system was effective in taking down blogs that do not represent activity for the platform - and now that doesn't even exist anymore. What you can do is use domains with numbers and disjointed sentences to have a space in a user graveyard. 😩

But going back to the point: how I got this domain: I went directly and contacted the social networks of the former author of the domain, I contextualized her, she was nice to me and agreed to give in.

And don't get me wrong, my previous domain was also amazing and I still have it and will always have an appreciation for what it meant to me for so many years, but I was also the victim of internet stalking by someone who has difficulty with boundaries, so I like to believe he no longer has access to my main blog, so it was good to turn that page. (❣)

[anotherscrappile]

Here’s a reminder that I have a website where you can read 15 obscure horror stories found in mid-1800’s literary magazines. I’m always searching for more, so check back periodically :D👍

[phinkslave]

haii , may I request yandere!sukuna X gender-neutral reader with the prompt 30 and 34 ? :3 -🎀

No Where to go

30. “I’m bigger, faster, stronger, do you really wanna do this right now?”

34. “Watch your tone.”

Okay guys i think im getting the hang of tumblr, once again any feedback is appreciated 💞. btw requests like this is fine ofcc, but i hope that in future requests, if you guys could please be a bit more specific, like idk if you want smut in this fic or not n so on so forgive me 😓💔. but anyway enjoyyy. (this writing stuff is lwk so hard)

warnings: detailed violence, described gore, implied oral sex, (yandere?) sukuna, degrading, language

Sukuna, The King of Curses, was also known as a heartless king. Mainly known for showing no mercy, killing without a second thought, no remorse or regret ever seen in his eyes. Choosing people to be his slave, choosing people to work for him, to slave around for him. Everyday these people would be killed, no one would be spared. Though y/n changed that.

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Today was the day. Today was the selection. Shibuya has been taken over by King Sukuna for about 3 months now, all hope lost. Each week he picks around 50 more people to serve him as he kills them so often. It seems to never be enough, and whatever he wants he gets. The only person to ever be tolerated by him was his loyal dog, Uraume, mainly known to be cooking Sukuna all his meals. She’s also the only one who calls King Sukuna, Master Sukuna. The only one he’ll ever truly trust.

“Do you wish for your death?.” It’s Uraume.

Her voice bringing me out of my thoughts, i quickly look around me seeing everyone in my single filed line has been bowed down as I remain standing. If looks could kill…i’d be dead.

“Forgive me Lady Uraume! I wasn’t thinking.” Quickly getting on the floor to pay my respects. My life is on the line.

“Hmph. You weaklings never do. If it was up to me, I would already have killed you. You’d clearly be of no use.” She continued to walk down your line, carefully observing everyone. Creating different piles, specified of either people of old age or ones who have disabilities. Who knew such a calm tone could make you tremble more than any angry voice could. Oh how I wish I was strong. I hate being weak…. .

After around 10 more minutes, with someone even being yelled at for apparently looking up for only 5 seconds, everyone was ordered to stand and we were being led to a huge building. As we walked, the groups of old people were pleading for their lives as everyone knew what was about to happen to them, i couldn’t help but shut out their depressing cries. This was all too much, we need help. Walking, everyone’s shackles connected to the person in front and the person behind. Controlling our pace, controlling our movement. Surely for how much longer can we really continue without dying? The closer you got to the building, the more you felt the amount of cursed energy pile up. I can’t do this. I would rather die than even enter the cursed energy fully. Not everyone could feel it since most of them are normal people, but us sorcerers, we couldn’t help but tremble. Knowing what was awaiting us.

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Approaching a large Hikone, giant double doors opened at once, energy flooding out, as I felt mine somewhat fade. This power? This amount?? How is this possible???

“Attention insects!” Uraumes voice boomed. Sucks she has a hideous personality, she’s actually really pretty. “You are now entering the presence of your Lord. King Sukuna. From here on out, you have no purpose in life. Your only purpose is to serve him, to accommodate all his needs. If he says to bring him an item, you will! If he says to end your life, whether with your bare hands or with a sword provided to you, you will! And with no hesitation. Now, pay your respects!” By the time Uraume was done, i along with everyone else was already on the floor, ‘paying their respects’.

“Look at me.” His voice, caused every single nerve that ran down ur back twitch. Everyone looked up, though no one dared to look into his eyes, some immediately crying and begging for their lives.

I look up. There he is. Some stupid smug grin on his face. He enjoys killing. He enjoys being a monster. He enjoys tormenting the weak.

“All of those who just spoke without my permission. Step up. Now.” Four people slowly stood up, their knees almost giving in. “Are u trying to fool me? Do you think I am some idiot? I have many eyes for fucks sake. Stand up.” Two more people stood, but as much as they tried to stay up, they kept falling.

Before you could even blink, all of their heads popped, their bodies falling on top of the still bowing people. Their blood splattered on your face. No one dared to move, no one dared to speak. I kept my position, wide eyed, feeling the blood droplets going down my cheek. I didn’t dare to lift my hand and wipe it from dripping down my lips.

“Disgusting brats, ruined my scarf. Uraume.”

“Yes Master Sukuna.”

“Get me a new scarf, and..” this time he spoke to us, “…take that side of the room. All you pathetic people. Stand up and follow her now.” They stood up, trembling, lining up behind Uraume. The shackles that once connected you all was suddenly just gone.

A man accidentally fell while standing up.

*POP*

His head……

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Everyone stayed bowing, no one dared to move. it’s been atleast 15 minutes since uraume has left and you just assumed that he was waiting on her to come back. Your back was aching. your wouldn’t risk your life just cuz of some back pain though, your stronger then that.

“Did it go smoothly Uraume?” Sukuna said with no care in his voice. Like he didn’t just murder 6 people in a heartbeat.

In total you would say there was about 37 people. Originally there was around 60 but canceling the elders, and the disabled….as well as the just killed people. Your numbers were going down.

“Yes Master Sukuna. We are checking for every health condition. For only the best possible is worthy to be at your service.” She said bowing to him.

“Good.” and for the first time in what felt forever, he turned his attention back towards you guys. “Stand up.” Everyone doing so as quickly as possible.

“Uruame. My scarf?”

“My apologies Master Sukuna. For i haven’t forgotten but they are making you one as we speak. I couldn’t have just given you an ordinary one, you deserve only the one of a kinds.”

“alright alright….now. Shall we begin.”

“As you wish dear Master.” As she said this, she blew into her hand, forming a long sharp rod of thick ice. Sort of like a katana. “As well known, your lord deserves only the best. We cannot have any of you weak species that aren’t physically appealing, at his service. For those of you who don’t please my master. Your death is awaiting you. Master Sukuna, I await your orders.”

“Everyone stand up straight and look at me.” After not even a few seconds he already pointed at someone, and in the same second his throat was pierced. His gasps for air terrified you all. “Hideous one he was.”

A girl spoke up, “Please, any mercy we beg—!”

Her throat was slit.

“Master Sukuna didn’t give you permission to speak.” Uraume said, venom lacing her tone.

Sukuna chuckled, “it’s a shame, she would have lived.”

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The next few minutes were torture. Each second felt like my death was next. For some reason I wasn’t as scared as the other people. Maybe because I had experience with this curse stuff, but it still didn’t make sense. Down to only 6 people now. Geez……he’s picky for someone who can quite literally have anyone he wants.

“Uruame. That’s all. Take them out of my sight and put them to work.” As he said this I looked up, accidentally meeting one of his four eyes, I looked down as soon as I realized. Praying he didn’t notice. “Take them all….and leave them.”

Now. Now you had some fear kicking in. Taking all his cursed energy in again, coming to the understanding of what his true power is once again.

“As you wish. Follow along.” She exited the room. Leaving you and Sukuna alone.

The room was dark, had some bright red ominous glow everywhere. The blood of the now dead bodies making everything darker. You were beneath a set of around 25 stairs, as Sukuna was in a huge throne at the top. Resting comfortably with his head in one of his four arms. You were standing there awkwardly. Standing in silence looking down, unsure of what to do. Dreading each coming second, each coming second facing the possibility of joining your once fellow friends on the floor.

“Why don’t your eyes meet mine as they did before?” He said, trying to imitate a voice of someone who’s actually interested. He’s toying with you. What a pathetic jerk. You immediately remembered, ‘when spoken to answer’, you had about 20 seconds to respond or he’d get upset. You immediately began to think.

“Forgive me my King. For I was not thinking.” Fuck. I just risked my life saying that. Geez i’m so stupid. If Uraume said that made her wanna kill me, why wouldn’t he..

“Well. You better start. This is the only warning you’ll get. Do i make myself clear? What is your name?”

“I understand my King. I am forever grateful. I am only known as the lords slave from here on out my king.” you tested your luck, bowing down.

“Pathetic. Don’t humiliate yourself. it’s pretty obvious you are trying to kiss my ass. i don’t appreciate it. hmmm. If you weren’t so amusing, i would have snapped your neck by now. Look at me.”

You looked up, he had a crazy look in his eyes.

“come up these stairs.”

You had half a minute to think. You could run, and be killed, or you can go up the stairs and be killed. What to do what to do what to do. Fuck, there was no right answer. Even if you ran right now, where would you go? He would catch you before you could even turn around fully……you slowly made your way up the stairs. Finally reaching him, staying a few steps below to stay humbled.

“If you do not listen to my exact orders next time. I will kill you. I said to come up these stairs, or do you have some sort of hearing issue?”

“My apologies…” you mumbled.

“Now tell me, do you feel the fullness of my energy?” He said all proud and cocky.

“I….I do my King.”

“Yet. You still dared to look me in the eyes. Out of the three months I have taken over. You are the only person who has yet to do that. How dare you?” His voice becoming dangerous in his last sentence.

“M-….My king….I am afraid i do not unders-“

-SLAP-

He slapped you. He slapped your right cheek. The hit was so hard you felt your right ear begin to ring. You were shocked.

“Hmm..no tears? Tough one huh. The average human specie would have had been knocked out by now.”

Feeling encouraged by his words you stood up, still holding your now red cheek though….”Thank you sincerely my lord. Your words mean a lot.”

-SLAP-

“what made you think you could speak?”

“…”

Next thing you know, he lifted his index finger and tapped your belly. That simple act causing so much force throughout your body, you fell at the bottom of the stairs. This time, your wrist broke. Sukuna stood up.

“You dare not answer me. You little brat, speak only when spoken to! How do you not know that much. Maybe I should end you. Worthless piece of crap.” Sukuna made his way down the stairs. A little confused himself but he didn’t show it. If you were anyone else by now he would have had them gone, but you. The constant fluctuation of fear and confidence in your eyes made him want to know more about you.

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He was making his way down. Fuck! I hate being weak so much. I have no time to think. This is it, i’ll be damned if my last words were me kissing ass to this monster.

“….fuck you…” you said almost non-audible. But of course if anyone could hear that, it would be Sukuna.

He stopped in his tracks. “excuse me..?”

“I said fuck you!” His pace to you became faster, “Your just a sick son of a bi—!”

His hands wrapped around your neck, not letting the full word come out. “Watch your tone. Do you not fear for your life?” He started laughing. “Maybe I will just watch the life leave your body, hmm?” he said smiling, his face extremely close to yours. He then let out an exaggerated sigh, “relax, I’m bigger, faster, stronger, do you really wanna do this right now? For your pathetic state can’t fight me right now. you don’t ever seem to use that tiny brain of yours do you?”

Your hands scratching and slapping any bit of skin it could come in contact with, clearly showing your resistance being futile.

“Though, i can’t kill you yet.” His lands leaving your neck, allowing you to drop and gasp for air like a fish out of water. He looked down at you, “To bad, deal with me longer. I enjoy this. Been a while since someone had the guts to face me.”

He sighed, “I will give you a couple of minutes to rest. Then after that we will spar. If you land one hit on me, i shall let you leave and live as u please. If you can not….lets just say i’ll give you pain. For i don’t know why you think you are so worthy of speaking to me however you like.”

You were just listening as you tried to control your breath. “I refuse to be your play thing. Kill me now.”

He scratched his head, “Well now that that you said that, i don’t wanna kill you.” He boomed laughter, “I really like you, your a few hierarchies below Uraume, but that’s still a lot.” His expression became one of a cold killers all of a sudden. “Now, stand.”

You thought for a second. “My king…if i may….”

“Hmm, all quiet now are we? just a second ago you were using such filthy language. For such a beautiful face like yours, your mouth should know nothing but decency. What is it you please to say?”

“King Sukuna…my wrist is in immense pain, i am at a big enough disadvantage already. For i don’t think it will do me any good sparring with a broken wrist, i need more then a few minutes my king.”

“Fine. As you wish. Heal or don’t, my order of our fight has been decided.”

He stared at you a little longer. He stared at you, making you feel nasty, making you feel gross. He walked up to you and started pushing you down on your knees by your shoulders. You felt his eyes roam your body.

“I will heal your wrist. But first, you need to be punished for that naughty little mouth of yours…”

“please….“

“Let’s make this quick. Gonna teach you a lesson yeah?”

[kenneduck]

Would Sidon get on a horse, and If so, would it be the giant horse that has orange hair?

Link: Sidon, you NEED to stop getting jealous of me riding horses.

Sidon: I'm NOT jealous of a horse!

Link: You pout whenever I talk about Epona.

Sidon:

Sidon: *throws his arms up* I just think that what we have is SPECIAL, you know?

Link: You realize I can't RIDE you on land, right? And that I don't SWIM with the horse, RIGHT?

Sidon: STILL.

Link: Sidon, this is exactly why I'm making you ride a horse.

Sidon: *scoffs* Like a horse can handle ME.

Link: *grabs his face* Oh, you think you're gonna ride Epona? Think again.

*the LARGE fucking Ganon horse walks over*

Sidon: *stares in horror* WHAT DID YOU FEED THAT THING?

Link: GET ON THE HORSE!

*Sidon sat on the big Ganon horse with Link. Sidon looks terrified*

Sidon: OKAY! I SAT ON A HORSE! CAN I GET DOWN NOW?

Link: HYAH!

*the horse starts running*

Sidon: *terrified fish yells*

[writerdream22]

THE GREAT- Jujutsu Kaisen x OC

Can be found on Wattpad through my profile: @ avalonant

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0. THE HEIR

Yutaka Endo had taken a drastic decision. He was well aware of the fact that it was frowned upon to teach Kage to a female member of the clan, but his granddaughter was his last resort in order to keep the family's traditions alive and restore its name in the Jujutsu World.

Chizuru was indeed way too young to be taught the technique. But she had shown a great aptitude in the manipulation of cursed energy since the day she was born, so Yutaka knew that he had made the right choice.

Not that he had any other options, anyways.

His only son, Hansuke, had refused to learn how to use Kage and opted to craft a technique of his own.

His daughter Hekima, on the other hand, had been deemed unsuitable for the task by the other members of the family.

This, along with the fact that he knew that he would not have been alive long enough to teach it to his grandson, led the leader of the Endo clan to appoint Chizuru as his heir.

The only thing left for the man to do was to announce it to the other members of the family.

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1995

"Are you crazy?" the scream of Hansuke Endo resounded in the living room of the clan's main residence "She cannot be the last one to be taught Kage, let alone the next leader of the clan! What has gotten into your mind?"

Yutaka sat in front of his son, unfazed by his words.

"Considering that it was you who refused to learn it, and thus are now unable to pass it down onto your children, you cannot come here and make any demands on the matter. Your son is yet to be born, and even though Chizuru is just six years old she has proven to be up to the task" he paused "I have taken my decision. She will begin training with me next year"

Hansuke groaned in annoyance. He knew that he couldn't do anything to change his father's mind, so he sat up and got out of the room, soon followed by his wife.

It was clear that from that moment on Chizuru was not going to live an easy life. But it was, hopefully, for the best.

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1996

Yutaka stood in front of his granddaughter, in the middle of the old training room which he hadn't walked into in a long time.

"You need to pay attention, Chizuru. As next leader of the Endo clan, you will have to know Kage like the back of your hand" he explained, to which the young girl nodded in response.

"You will learn the art of Jujutsu and master the use of cursed energy. I don't have much time, so you will need to catch on as quickly as you can. Understood?"

Chizuru smiled widely, holding up the wooden replica of his grandfather's katana, before exclaiming "Understood!" and copied his motions as he got into a fighting stance.

Yutaka hoped to find some sort of interest in her eyes, and he got exactly what he wanted.

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2004

Chizuru grew up to be magnificent.

She had great potential, her grandfather could see it. His other grandchildren were similarly powerful, but it seemed like they were unable to understand the seriousness of their role.

If only Yutaka could be there just a little bit longer, he would have been able to teach her even more.

But fate had other plans.

If you're reading this I, Yutaka Endo, son of Haruki, have departed from the mortal plane.

Even though it was disclosed that you would be my successor, I know that it will be your father who will take on the role of clan leader until you become of age. It will hopefully be for your best, as you will be able to get a proper education and strengthen yourself even more.

I have already arranged for you to start attending Tokyo Jujutsu High as soon as you turn 15, which is very soon.

You have a great burden on your shoulders, one that I have imposed on you, and I hope that you will not divert from the correct path and fall victim to your family's wrongdoings.

There is much that you still have to learn, but you have to let time run its course.

I have faith in you, little dove, and I trust that you will do great things.

Farewell for now,

your grandfather.

And so began Chizuru's story.

A/N

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[kad00dle]

request from @jean926

[m1d-45]

wandering

summary: my scaramouche pulls, but make it sagau

word count: 1.8k

-> warnings: minor spoilers for sumeru (3.2) archon quest, author has not done 3.2 archon quest but had been spoiled by tumblr :/, probably ooc scara. based entirely on me and my prior pulls (pulled miko, pulled + built childe, has an itto), like two swear words?

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3

< masterlist >

scaramouche didn’t know what to think of the stars.

he’d kept an eye on them, out of curiosity, watching as constellations rose and fell, rose and fell, their cyclical nature never ending. he never saw any importance in them—not even when he heard of the forest watcher in sumeru being used as a vessel and his glass heart twisted—and hence never paid any attention, focusing on his mission in sumeru. he kept a passing eye on them, sometimes trying to guess how long the current rotation would be up during particularly boring fatui meetings, or trying to guess which constellations would light up when the stars began to fall.

after a while, he began to pay a little more attention to the patterns. he didn’t know why, but suddenly they drew him in more, even as he rolled his eyes whenever tartaglia boasted about a star crossing his constellation. never mind that that guuji from inazuma had hers too, no, he was the one that mattered.

and he was probably right. his bow had been replaced, he was a better shot than ever, and his water blades burned with skill. even the tsaritsa noticed his increase in strength, irritatingly, sending him a letter of congratulations on becoming a vessel. he’d even spent a whole day drafting a three-page letter to his family detailing it all, all the new skills and power he’d picked up by being with you.

what made him so favored?

he pulled down the brim of his hat, repressing the need urge to look up at the sky. he’d never been one to believe in astrology, or astronomy, or whatever that witch in mondstat wanted to call it. he wasn’t going to start now, not when his whole plan in sumeru was close to toppling.

he arrived at his camp. he accepted reports with a scowl. he marched to his office. he glanced through the window. he sat down.

he didn’t know why he was being so contradictory. he’d never felt this before towards anything, let alone something he actively despised. there was no reason for this. at all.

scaramouche picked up his pen, pulling over another dull report. the words bled together, the handwriting atrocious, and he was tempted to burn it. the only thing stopping him was the knowledge that it meant he’d have to ask for another from whatever recruit turned it in.

he tapped his pen on his finger. it was hard to focus, unnaturally, and he chalked it up to the weird feeling that’s been bugging him all day; the same one that wanted him to look at the stars. he sighed, adjusted his hat, glared at where a tassel caught on his chair, and picked up a pen again.

‘troops near chatrakam cave…’

purple eyes glared at his page, at where the ink bled a bit as he left his pen too long. what was his problem?

his eyes flicked to the window, to the curtains waving in the breeze coming though.

‘…have encountered no problems. all…’

‘…all…’

‘…all is going gwe-‘

scaramouche slammed his pen on his desk with a loud groan, standing from his chair and sending it skidding back. with stomping steps, he approached the offending window, reaching to shove the pale green curtains aside. he fumbled once on the lock but quickly pushed open the whole window, removing his hat to put his head through and glare at the sky.

“what the fuck could you possibly-…”

scaramouche stared.

his steel tongue was stilled, no quick remark or scathing quip coming to his mind. his thoughts were empty, his mouth suddenly dry as he looked upwards.

at his constellation.

he knew the moment he received a vision—how he wanted to see it shatter—that he had one, the image filling his mind alongside the elemental abilities. he knew what it was, he knew it’s name, he knew the six stars that composed it and the lines drawn between.

he didn’t know it was in the sky.

but there it was, blue stars shining brightly next to some orange bull, almost mocking him as he looked up at them. in his disdainful study of the stars, he knew that only a few were delegated to the prime positions in the sky, and that the latter of the two had been rotated in already. even if he didn’t, the way it’s stars outshone his made it clear.

curses rose and fell on his tongue, like a relentless tide that dared him to speak whilst taking away his air.

he knew what having a constellation in the sky meant. he knew it, and it was why he tried earnestly to destroy it the moment he got over the shock when he received it. he wasn’t picky about power, but power that came at the cost of being another gods puppet?

he’ll pass, thanks.

so to see himself in the sky, to know that at any moment strings could be tied around his wrists once more, that he could be jerked and pulled across a stage of another’s making-

the stars shone brighter.

his office fell away, his hat slipping from between his fingertips.

no.

he reached for it, he reached for his last semblance of a shield—he wouldn’t need it—from another god, but he barely felt the fabric before it was gone.

a white haze surrounded him, vaguely bubbling into clouds far beneath his feet as he stood on an invisible platform. a blurry rectangle was far out in front of him, a distorted voice warping through.

“-i have 45, that makes… i just have to get lucky, then…”

the voice was soft- you were soft, urging him to relax even as his rational mind fought. he could feel his heart speeding up in his chest, feel the war of emotions clouding his thoughts.

this wasn’t fair. you didn’t get to show up, after everything he’d been through, and expect him to fall into your lap. you didn’t get to do that, not to him, not now, not ever.

how he wished you’d catch him.

stars lit up the sky, one after another, and he saw one of them cross a flower-like constellation. you ooo’d and thanked whoever it was for answering—as if they had a choice—and sent out more stars, more wishes, the dust certainly fogging his head.

your voice grew clearer the more stars you summoned, his heart rate increasing in turn. how many did you have? would he be forced to go? why did he want to? would you wrap your divine hands around his and pull him into your team? why did his paper front of a soul leap at the idea?

emotions he’d never felt filled his chest, heat and warmth and icy frost pooling in his veins.

“50,” you called, voice alarmingly gentle in his ear. “please, scara, please?”

he should be proud to have a god so high begging for him. he should cross his arms and puff out his chest, he should smirk and glare with a comment about how even the divine can fall.

he was one of them.

“60,” you whispered, flaring the boil in his chest.

what did he do? what could he do? how did he get out of here? why didn’t he want to? what were you doing to him? what were these feelings? why did he never want them to fade?

“70. please? pretty please?”

he felt himself lurch as the star passed but gripped desperately to the invisible air around him, wide eyes searching for a way out. it was all clouds and stars, as far as he could see, with vague shapes slowly coming into focus around him. he saw something that he thought would direct your attention elsewhere, then realized it would take your gaze off him would only be temporary and saved his energy.

“80. come on, scara.. i promise i’ll be nice.”

nice? he wanted to laugh. he would have if he wasn’t so short on breath already- and yet somehow still lightheaded, his vision swimming as his fingers began to buzz. he could feel it, the invisible rope around his chest pulling as the purple stars whizzed by, and yet he held firm in his place amongst the clouds. he couldn’t answer you he wouldn’t be able to stay composed. he wouldn’t allow himself to be put under another’s jurisdiction again but he knew you were different, you were warm and soft and so different from her.

you would not have him yet.

you were not his god you were his true creator.

you laughed. he hated loved that it was edged with bitterness.

“damn. making me go to the shop again, huh?”

he wanted to apologize tell you it was a lost cause.

“well scara… 4 more wishes. i know it’s useless but… please?”

one.

the pull knocked the wind out of him, his treacherous to who? hands faltering their grip on the walls around him. in the blue light of the stars, he knew he was flushed with exertion.

he could feel it, the chance he was given. the choice to stay, to hear your voice falter and slip and plea, or to go. to answer the string pulling at his heart of glass, to trust and hope that you wouldn’t betray him like so many before.

two.

did he dare believe you? did he dare to trust the only one he could another god, to put his cracked trust in your palms and hope you wouldn’t drop it? did he go against his rules, did he follow the reputation he had built up, did he cling to the clouds before crashing down in regret his office?

who knew if you could be trusted? if he went, you’d have two harbingers under your thumb. what if you wanted to topple the fatui? what if this was a ploy to get him to trust you? what if you didn’t treat him like you did childe or any of the others, what if you wanted him to laugh and scorn and taunt? what if you wanted him just to see him try and pick himself off the floor where he landed, expecting nothing and yet still disappointed?

what if you wanted him for him?

three.

enveloped in gold, the wanderer could only wish that you would catch him.

[snowrassa]

Usher, Part 2 | Lights Out | Usher, Part 3

Ghost Quartet fabricated film stills using images from the Library of Congress online catalogue

Sources: 1. Redesdale, 8603 River Road, Richmond, Henrico County, Virginia digital file from original negative 2. [Roll Call staff photographer holding camera up to face, in the Roll Call offices, Washington, D.C.] 3. Miss Florence Noyes who will pose as Liberty [in the woman's rights tableau on the Treasury Department building steps] 4. [Portrait of Nora Kaye, in Fall River Legend] 5. Lady of the night digital file from original 6. [Blessed art thou among women, posed by Mrs. Francis Lee and her daughter Peggy in Boston] digital file from original item7. Richmond Hill, the parlor - flash-light digital file from original item 8. [Winter frontier, No. 2] 9. [Every soul is a circus]

[screwpinecaprice]

AI Steven from Experiment282's fanfic Destiny In the Domain!

Reader discretion for the fic's R18+ rating!

He's looking up Pizza. Haha well, technically. He's looking at Connie past the holographic search page. But I do like the thought of someone thinking he's looking fondly at images of pizza.

Thank you for the Ko-fi! 😁😁😁

[unopenablebox]

i feel like once a month i go to sign up for a fic exchange, cheerfully put together three or four things i want to write for, realize that i have absolutely no desire to have someone write fic for me whatsoever, and take so long hoping i'll come up with three fandoms i expect to find bearable that the signup window times out

[thezoraprince]

Elderly Antics - elderly Zora headcanons

“Elderly Zora antics headcanons? I wonder if they have cliques, or are one big clique. Obviously we know Seggin and Trello are bffs since their time in the guard, but little headcanons like that! For example, I feel like Kapson and Dento might have a decent friendship and they plan wedding jewelry to be crafted for couples.” - @rocklover719

we’ve had so many conversations about Seggin and Trello being bffs, and i cannot see it any other way now. honestly, i think they’re one big clique with smaller cliques (if that makes sense?). i like to think that they all get together at least once a month to talk about stuff or hang out.

also, i love how i turned this small little ask into 3 1/2 pages of nonsense.

anyway, enjoy <3

Seggin is an absolute ass… we all know that

Trello is kind, but LOVES gossip

Jiahto keeps secrets to himself, but loves hearing others (it’s detrimental to Zora’s Domain’s history)

Kapson talks the most shit… aside from Seggin

Dento cannot stand when someone asks for something extremely elaborate and detailed (even though he loves detail)

Muzu is just a brown-nose wannabe (but knows more than people give him credit for)

and Dorephan… he’s pretty cool

everyone talks shit about Muzu, let’s be real here

i’m gonna split everyone into different sections now, because i have words (except Dorephan, because he’s the realest and so so chill)

Seggin

talks the most shit

loves gossip

will have tea with Trello and chat for HOURS

very strict with Bazz

also refuses to give Bazz candy/sweets

“Sugar will turn you into a monster.”

but ultimately proud of his son for being well behaved

“Why are you friends with Rivan? He’s far too chaotic for your own good.”

will carry shock arrows to assert his dominance

everyone is scared of him (except for Dorephan and Trello)

VERY impatient with Jiahto’s research

just impatient in general

really doesn’t like Rivan

“Trello, why is your child like this?”

but will babysit Dunma after Rivan ends up getting her

“This child CANNOT be as rambunctious as you. We need a strong-willed soldier on our defenses. Not a candy-ass heathen like yourself.”

if he REALLY needs to spill tea with someone, he’ll go to Kapson

and they will sit and talk so much shit that NO ONE knows about

“Did you hear Mei and Fronk are having aNOTHER CHILD?!”

“Oh Hylia, not this again…”

has a soft side for pastries

Trello

has given up on trying to scold Rivan

and he gets a lot of shit from Seggin about it

“I know… it’s a lost cause.”

but he loves his son so much

“Rivan, don’t listen to that grumpy, mean, old man. You’re perfect the way you are.”

but ABSOLUTELY scolds him for bringing Dunma home

“Why on Earth do you have a Zora egg in your arms?”

expresses his feelings through journaling

loves writing letters

and LOVES planning parties and events

super interested in Jiahto’s research and findings

plans ceremonies with Kapson from time to time

during guard training, he’ll bring Rivan along to watch (mainly because he can’t trust him at home alone)

loves babysitting the children

because he has a soft heart 

secretly gives Bazz sweets

Jiahto

loves gossip, but hates gossip

“Can you all shut up for two seconds so I can think? For Hylia’s sake…”

too involved in his studies

the lack of sleep really catches up to him

if coffee is a thing… Jiahto’s had 7 cups of it today

loves journaling

and starts a journaling club with Trello

the amount of maps and scrolls in his home and office… too many

will bring up stories of Ancient Hyrule/Zora’s Domain just randomly

he’s gotta share with someone

often meets with Dento to discuss Ancient Zora attire, jewelry, and weaponry

and Dento enjoys his company

Jiahto spends a lot of time on research and writing, which ultimately holds him back from having a family of his own

but it’s okay, because he thoroughly believes that children’s grubby hands will destroy the ancient artifacts in his possession

would be a teacher if he wasn’t already busy enough

meets with Kapson often to discuss marriage rituals and how they’ve changed overtime

asks everyone on their opinion of the world: what they would change and why

asks too many questions

the only one who semi-enjoys chatting with Muzu… but only because he knows things that others won’t about the Zora Royal Family and their lineage

Kapson

is tired of the bs

ultimately wants to retire from being a priest

but he does enjoy it

helps Jiahto a lot with his research

and even suggests that he comes with him to Tarrey Town when he goes

“I can’t, Kapson. My life is here. But please write, and send me lots of information on the land!”

Kapson really likes poetry and ancient stories involving friendship/unity

will chat with Seggin for hours about people whose relationship is not going to last

“Yeah, they’re definitely getting a divorce.”

will collaborate with Dento on marital/ritual jewelry (and you’ll often find Jiahto sitting in on the conversations)

VERY traditional

hates when people use furniture incorrectly

“Ohmmm... Goddess Hyliaaaa... Please cast your divine judgment down upon the humble servant who speaks to me from atop my furniture…” (an actual quote???? what?)

he’s quite forgiving on other things

refuses to let Trello bring Rivan when they meet for something

Dento

honestly, wants to be left alone

enjoys his solitude

“Don’t talk to me. I’m busy.”

but he’s fine if Jiahto or Kapson come to visit, because that constitutes as work

enjoys talking with Seggin about guard affairs 

and he asks quite a bit about Bazz

HATES when Rivan comes into his place of business

“If you even think about touching that spear, I’ll see that you don’t come back.”

makes very special jewelry for Marot

because he loves his family unconditionally 

really wants Marot to marry Cleff

treats Fronk and Ledo like family

though he thinks Mei is a bit… irresponsible

when Muzu comes in with requests, he definitely zones out

talks with Seggin about how they need to get Trello to discipline Rivan more

“He’s a lost cause, Seggin… but I do agree.”

Muzu

just wants a friend

but is too stuck up to be in the cliques

closest to Jiahto because of his knowledge on the Zora Royal Family

self absorbed

usually too busy to make it to the monthly gossip meeting

but when he does make it, he SPILLS

and Seggin smiles for once

[thewomaninlilywhite]

when you get a sus looking comment on fanfic.net...

(this isn't the whole reply btw; just the disclaimer)

[napping-in-the-sun]

[canopystims]

hi!!

requests are open! :3

im familiar w/ a fair amount of sources, but my current hyperfixes are ultrakill, faith: the unholy trinity, and five nights at freddy's (especially springtrap)! however we'll do p much any source :3

[tvrningout-a]

IMAGES OF HELENA

" you think kindness doesn't exist, you fucking pathetic nihilist? how about you look into the big, beautiful eyes of a cow? what do you think now? asshole. "

pg. 1/∞

[garoujo]

Emmie I need your advice! I’ve been playing genshin for a while now, but early on I didn’t really level up artifacts, talents, etc. or do a good job stocking up on ascension items. so now I’m at a point where I can’t really beat any of the big enemies bc my characters aren’t strong enough, but I can’t level them up bc I can’t defeat any of the enemies lol. my terrible anxious brain refuses to let me accept any join world requests I get and I have no friends that play, and having someone help me is the only solution I’ve come up with. what should I do 😭

if ur on eu server i can help u nonnie! but when u go onto do domains for artifact / talent / weapon materials even just choose some of the lower levels for now! you’ll still get the rewards + be able to use them to ascend the stuff u currently have before going onto fight the bosses if that makes sense! since u still get to pick the level of ur domains :3