#and i never want to see an iv again. they had to put me on so many drips my vein got sore and it would literally just hurt the whole time

[ssxpm]

the sun was setting, the orange and pink hues shining into your eyes as you basked in ryomen sukuna's presence.

ever since you had been sold to him, bound to his estate, you had formed a decent relationship with him. you were a concubine, his favourite concubine no doubt.

over the months, you had found the king of curses to be a nice soul to be around, despite his constant out bursts and spiteful temper. he always seen to do everything with you, so it seemed he had enjoyed your presence too.

he wasn't a good person, you knew that. however, you were drawn to him.

"kuna?" you prod at his broad bicep, his lower set of eyes open to see what you wanted.

"mm..?" he groans. he shouldn't let anyone call him kuna, but it rolled off your tongue so prettily he just couldn't resist.

"the sunset is beautiful, isn't it?" a soft breeze blows his hair lightly, and you brush it out of his eyes. he flinches; which is something he tends to do when you touch him, god knows why.

"mm."

...

"kuna?" you prod, once again.

"what, woman?" he says in a sharper tone. you was interrupting his rest.

"i.." there was a long pause. a pause to long that even sukuna opens both sets of eyes to look at you, concern itched into his furrowed brows.

"spit it out."

you just sit there, staring at him deeply.

he was so beautiful, the sun shone and illuminated his hair perfectly. everything about him that was supposed to be frightful and threatening, you found eye-catching and handsome. even his two sets of arms and eyes, the tattoos and marks that littered his body were all so beautiful.

"i love you."

sukuna tensed up immediately, keeping the eye contact you both had but his eyes were now filled with something you couldn't put a pin on.

when the seconds went past with no response, your heart sank in your stomach.

one.. two..

still no response.

all of a sudden, sukuna got to his feet, looking down at you. your heart had never pounded so hard in your life, regret evident in your face.

"no you don't."

"kuna i-"

"no. woman, i am the king of curses, you are just one of my many concubines. your glad your not dead by now with the amount of times you have disrespected me recently. i let you get away with as much as murder." he pauses, again. "do not think you are any more than that. gosh, all that sex must have gotten to your head, hm?"

your eyes widen, tears threatening to fill your eyes.

"go back to your chambers, i don't wish to see you no longer." and with that, he strides away, his aura different to how it usually is. had your words affected him that much?

tears ran down your face, one by one dropping down onto your kimono.

of course.

those words simply don't exist is ryomen sukuna's world, and they never will.

you are just a mere concubine, a servant at that. he had never truly cared for you, you was only a pawn in his long, twisted fantasy. ryomen sukuna didn't love, so why did you have love him?

this isn't proof-read, no warning neither except for in the tags. ik this is shit but i hardly write but ive had this idea for a while. part two with a happy ending, or part two with a sad ending????

[steviebbboi]

About soulmate!au with Steve and vigilante Reader!!!!!!! Pretty please 💕💕💕

ahhhhhhhhhh let me tell you first how happy i am that ya sent in that request. ive been dying to write a soulmate au for the longest time -- im so excited to continue with it.

some tings/hc's/lore:

Soulmate AU where people who have soulmates develop their soulmate’s heart rate on the inside of their wrists. It’s a light gray color that just slightly glows and when you touch it, it can fade but eventually comes back. When they meet for the first time/find each other, the heart rate burns slightly and becomes a permanent tattoo on their wrist. Doesn’t fade but turns into a faded black tattoo. 

Avengers era where its post-Accords and Civil War AU where the fight ended up with things being alright btwn the team and the world.

Steve finds comfort in mark but doesn't wanna put his soulmate in jeopardy. He, in classic Steve nature, is a martyr in that way -- not wanting to make his soulmate go through the dangers of him being Cap.

Reader never wants to meet her soulmate since she witnessed her parents go through a toxic relationship as soulmates

Both Steve and Reader will indeed NOT receive the luxury of ignoring each other/soulmates

Reader is a robinhood vigilante that despite her best efforts, will hold great admiration for Steve, as he would her.

Reader will try her best to not be drawn by Steve's presence but her resistance is futile. They were meant for each other and they have the tattoo to show for it!

~~thank you so much for sending it in. im excited! honestly, im so excited, here's a lil snippet:

The Heart and the Head (Captain America/Steve Rogers x F!Vigilante!Reader) sneakpeek 👀

Despite not seeking them out, seeing that mark was the only thing that he had to grasp onto sometimes. It felt familiar and felt like home.

One brush across his wrist was enough for him to start his day but never preoccupied his thoughts for too long lest he wanted to bring himself a shot of angst in the beginning of his day. 

But he couldn’t help the stray thoughts that would come sometimes when the day would be too idle. What did she look like? They say that your soulmate smells like the scents that attract you the most. Would she smell like fresh ambrosia? The potency of a fresh summer day? These questions stalked Steve when the days ran long and the nights became darker by each hour. Suppressing them became harder the more that he carried his mantle as Captain America. 

Witnessing his team, feeling the camaraderie, even seeing Tony and Pepper just reminded him of what he was truly living for– he wanted to serve and protect. He just never gave thought about himself, or to consider building his own life personally until after the blip. As everyone frantically looked for others and found them again, he realized the importance of being someone other than Captain America…of being important to someone. His soulmate.

But how could he place his soulmate into a position to cope with the fact that he’s not just Steve Rogers.

“Captain Rogers, an alert has just been registered within the parameters that you’ve previously requested.” The dulcet tones of FRIDAY’s Irish brogue interrupted Steve’s daydreaming.

Steve’s heart thundered in his chest in anticipation, “Thank you, FRIDAY.” More alert than ever, he pressed a few keys on his desktop to pull up a live feed of one other thing that seemed to preoccupy his mind lately. 

One thing that did come out of the Accords was that they’ve learned to finally listen. More than ever, Steve understood how important the Avengers needed to be mindful of reparations after their dangerous missions. Civil liberties should include repairing what was ruptured, and so, more efforts have gone into not only world-saving missions but also local crimes. 

There was a new vigilante on scene– every time that he’s sent an agent to apprehend said Enhanced, they seem to always slip right through their fingers. Until today.

Steve watched the masked vigilante calmly center themselves in the middle of the armed room – and with a gallant wave, the contents of the room that once sparkled expensive jewels and gems vanished leaving stark, blank empty display shelves. 

The robber’s face flashing a grainy smirk through the lens of the video, with one last wave of their hand, they disappear from view as if they were never even there. 

Watching the feed one more time, Steve couldn’t help but release his own smaller smirk at witnessing the thief in the act once more. FRIDAY promptly pulled up news headlines next to the feed to reveal in huge bold font:

“Brooklyn’s ‘Heart’ Makes Its Mark: Stolen Gems Become Jewels for the Local Community”

hoping to get this out soon!!!!!

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[lucidicer]

regarding violent affairs and my hiatus

i just want to say the only reason this post will exist is to serve as an answer to questions that will undoubtedly come eventually. from now on violent affairs is going to be a solo project focusing solely on sioar and the world i created for them. dont send asks trying to pry into the reasons why because the only people who need to know are me and the friends ive chosen to confide in over the past months. ive put in too much work and dedication in this project from naming it, creating the directory and so much writing and cc to just throw it away because of other people. ive been hurting greatly this year and truly miss creating and seeing all the amazing creations from my mutuals but sadly i still have a lot of healing i need to do so i think ill be gone until 2025.

my friends have been the only thing keeping me grounded and i couldnt be more grateful, truly the only reason i haven't just abandoned this blog and everything that came with it. namely sascha and nene <3 i don't know what i'd be doing rn if not for them.

this isnt a decision made on a whim, ive thought long and hard about this, ive let my patience wear itself out and now i just want to move on and do what i love doing again.

to my former co creator, considering you refuse to acknowledge my existence this is the way ive had to go about things. ive done everything i can. spin it any way you please or pretend i never existed in the first place. do whatever you want, i dont care, its not my problem and it's most definitely not my fault.

i currently have no desire to delete my past va posts since i put a lot of work into each and every one, i may just make a separate new tag in the new year. i'm not sure just yet. that's all i wanted to say, see you all in a bit.

[forecast0ctopus]

i get it now these guys are cool

[thebirdandhersong]

Lol

[angelicdonuts]

Nene and girlfriend this time :3 !!

Grhghvhhg the girls... the shawty baes..

(Still more!! Next post is gonna be boyfriend focused [with a little bit of Pico too ^_^] !!)

[lunarharp]

wip thing...

of my bg3 avatar hellebore. i also did some casual nude studies of my 3 characters which i'll put under a cut... rather unlike me after all. (so WARNING for abrupt non-sexual full Artistic nudity lol...,,,,) (< won't be making a habit of this)

they mean the world to me

[thats-sir-dyke-to-you]

When it comes to hygiene tasks and self care with disability and chronic illness, its pretty much a constant case of: don't let perfect be the enemy of the good.

Basically: it's better to do something, than to do nothing at all.

TLDR: Just because you can't do something "properly" doesn't mean you shouldn't do it at all. Do it half-way. Do it shitty. Do it barely. Do it on a technicality. But do what you can. Just try, because doing something will help you.

If you don't have the energy to scrub your body with a sponge, just rub soap over your skin with your hands.

If you don't have the energy to wash your whole body with soap, just hit the places where sweat accumulates, or where you're smelliest.

If you don't have the energy to wash with soap AT ALL, just sitting in water is better than nothing. It will wash away dirt and oils.

If you can't bathe or shower at all, a warm wash cloth is your new best friend. If that's too much, then try bath wipes. They're a bit bigger than regular wet wipes, and a bit more heavy duty. They're designed to help keep bed ridden patients clean in hospitals.

If you don't have the energy to dry yourself after a bath or a shower, just put on a bathrobe and get into bed. If you don't have the energy to get dressed afterwards, just don't. It can wait until you can.

If you don't have energy to brush your teeth for two minutes, honestly, just a cursory scrub is better than not doing anything.

If you can't brush your teeth twice a day, brush in the evenings. It will help take away the build up of food from the day.

If you don't have the energy to brush AT ALL, honestly, just take a cloth and wipe the plaque off your teeth. Rinse with mouth wash after if you'd like. Something is always better than nothing.

If you can't floss twice a day. Try once. If that's too much, try a few times a week. If that's too much, try setting aside a day once a week as a goal. If you can't keep a schedule, do it when you're able to. Hell, I keep some floss next to my bed so that if I forget and don't have the energy to go get it, I can just reach over.

If you can't iron your clothes, don't bother. Wrinkles are fine. Wear jumpers over wrinkly t-shirts. No one will know, and honestly, most people won't even care. If it's really wrinkly and it's A Big Deal And It Needs To Be Ironed, here's my life hack. Step 1: take a spray bottle, and spritz the item of clothing (while you're wearing it is easiest) until it's lightly damp. Step 2: use a hair-dryer on the clothes until they're dry. It gets rid of creases like nobody's business, it's easier than lugging out the iron and ironing board, and you get to have nice toasty warm clothes afterwards.

If you can't fold your clothes, try just hanging them up. It's less commitment. It's quicker to do. Granted, you need to have the space in order to do this, but it is also good at helping you downsize, and lets you visualise exactly what you have.

If you can't put your clothes away, invest in a couple of laundry baskets, and then just keep your clean clothes in the baskets. You can then separate washed clothes into underwear, pants, and shirts baskets. You can just leave them like that. I'm giving you permission to never fold your laundry again if you can't. Just leave it unfolded. Who's going to care? Something is better than nothing. If you can, try to put those baskets into your closet so that you can keep the clutter out of sight, and give yourself a more restful environment.

If you can't separate your clothing out into different categories and wash them "properly" (whites, warm tones, cool tones, darks, delicates / switching between hot & cold washes / paying attention to laundry instructions on the label) then just don't worry about it. If you cold wash your clothes, colours won't bleed. Maybe gradually over the course of dozens of washes there'll be some changes in hue, but it's really not as high stakes as the One Red Sock In The Whites Turns Them Pink trope makes it out to be.

I've pretty much come to the point in my life where if a piece of clothing can't survive the washer and dryer, then it's just not meant to be. I colour separate my clothes, and if I have the energy/remember I'll take my bras and jumpers out of the washing machine to drip dry. But otherwise, I leave it to the universe.

If you can't separate out your recycling, then don't. If you have a large amount of rubbish you need to get rid of but the idea of separating it out properly is stopping you from doing so, then just don't worry about it. I know it's not ideal, but if you have garbage in your room/house and you need to get rid of it, please just get rid of it. Don't let the problem get bigger and harder to deal with. Don't let "doing something properly" get in the way of keeping your living spaces clean. Please. Give yourself understanding.

If you can't wash your dishes, get paper plates. Obviously, it's not ideal, but it is better that you eat food than skipping meals. It is better that you have a clean kitchen, rather than having dishes piling up and making it harder to look after yourself.

If you can't prepare meals for yourself keep making the tasks easier and easier. If you can't do recipes, then simplify. Use pasta sauce from the jar instead of making it. Eat canned soup. Buy food you can just stick in the oven. If you eat fish fingers and microwave veggies every night, it's better than not eating anything at all. It's better than having to fork out money on take-out. If you need ready-made meals, then get them. If you're literally just eating a raw cauliflower for dinner; 1) I see you, 2) me too, sis, 3) something is better than nothing.

These are the basic things you need to do every day to function as a person. They are your activities of daily living. Brushing your teeth. Bathing or showering. Using the bathroom. Getting dressed. Eating. Drinking. Sleeping. Keeping your environment clean. You don't need to do these things perfectly, but they need to happen in order for you to have a decent quality of life.

And it breaks my heart, because I know that so many disabled people can't do these things every day. I'm not saying this to guilt or judge, I'm saying that these are basic needs; you deserve these things. These things bring dignity. If a disabled person is unable to do these things, it diminishes their quality of life. It robs them of dignity.

If you need help to do these things, Its okay to ask for help. It's okay to need help. But if you can't get that help and you have to do these things by yourself -- or you just plain want to be independent and do it without help-- then don't hold yourself to standards you can't meet.

Don't let perfect be the enemy of the good. Doing something is always better than doing nothing. Even if it's not perfect. Even if it's not done well. Do what you can.

[todd-queen]

your honor you couldn't pry this wet cat from my cold dead hands

[ashfdhfgdsfk]

might remake to a new account entirely and change the name i go by

[mars-ipan]

SHIT WAIT NOW I HAVE MEDICAL TRAUMA TOO??? I’M NEVER GONNA BEAT THE HINATA KINNIE ALLEGATIONS FUCK ＿|￣|○

[montanamp3]

tatimaxxing (something big just happened to me but i can't talk about it on this blog because ive posted face)

[hella1975]

normal again :)

[shadow-bender]

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[s0fter-sin]

i’ve tried so many energy drinks in the last week and i did not expect monster to be the one that tastes best

[ocdhuacheng]

the lady at the post office kept fucking everything up and being confusing but i forgot my mask at home like a fucking idiot so i didnt want to take the time to argue with her properly