#god what IS this

[sukunasdirtylaugh]

part one, part two, part three, part four

obsessed with the idea of an arranged marriage with cruel tribesman sukuna. your deadbeat uncle promises you to him, in exchange for money and all the luxury he can get in exchange for your hand and fruits of your womb. outraged by such proposal, you cry to the gods in denial, challenging and calling out for them until toji, affiliated with one of the gods of the underworld, makes a deal with you. you beg for death, saying it would be much kinder than to be married with such monster. you think perhaps it would be a bad idea to follow the god who offers you a blind solution. "you shall be neither dead or alive, staying in such way for eternity from the world." you think maybe this is some cruel or kind offer, but anything is better than marrying that monster that you don't think it thrice, taking his hand as he leads you to a boat. the two of you reach what appears to be an island, this can't be death, can it? you think as you're met with beautiful plants, a warm sun, and a large home that resembles that of a temple. you say nothing as you follow him up the marble or tile steps, nor when you see two women wearing white robes and hair tugged upwards into simple styles. "have this woman dressed and bathed," he instructs. not cruel nor sweet, but rather a request as the two women nod their heads, ushering you inside. stripping you from a life you once knew into a new one that held something you didn't in the first, an attempt at life.

[stardust948]

Not the barf green hair again 😭

[moon-lv3r]

Hii, can I request asano x fem reader x akabane in poly relationship, but like kinda healthy and normal one (I know their quite a characters but as much as you can). I want to know how would they treat reader, how would that even started and how does it look in public (I mean they're in three, there is no way asano would like to show all the school he's with he's "enemy" and the other girl in poly relationship).

🦋 category: one-shot (note format), polyamory, x fem!reader

🦋 characters: karma, asano

🦋 summary: in which reader somehow gets herself into a relationship with both karma and asano and it somehow plays out. don’t ask how, it just does

🦋 warnings: idk man maybe jealousy?

🦋 notes: i tried my best for this 😭 but thanks for the request anon, this was kinda fun to work on :) wrote this at 3am for a few days straight. this was harder than passing math 😍🤘 I AM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG BC I WAS CRAZY BUSY

how did it even begin?

you were in class 3-A, the second best student in school

it only started out between you and karma as a little ploy to try and get asano down from his top spot. you and karma studied hard together

didn’t help with the fact that you often hung around asano, trying to figure out his studying secrets and invited him to study with you

and so you made the mistake of meeting both asano and karma at the same place at the same time and everything snowballed from there

competitors showing each other respect by helping each other? unheard of from karma and asano but they somehow did it

it started out as admiration which developed into feelings

rivals to lovers but polyamory

it somehow just happened. all three of you just getting impressed by each other’s brains

for the first month, dates were never ever in public. either your house or karma’s house, asano was embarrassed (can you blame him?)

asano always asked himself how did he get himself into this situation

however, karma figured that it would be fun to tease him in school. he kept cracking inside jokes between the three of you. “isn’t js nice to be dating the enemy? i wouldn’t know how that feel, right gakushuu?”

asano looked like he was ready to murder karma, what’s romance without murderous intentions?

3-E thought that it was normal rivalry

they could feel the tension between karma and asano, which heightened when all three of you began dating

even irina sensed that something was up and assumed it to be a love triangle

karasuma isn’t bright enough in romance to know what was going on

koro sensei knew though, traveling at mach 20 invading privacy must be nice

“karma is really trying to get under asano’s skin, they might as well be dating at this point” ~ nagisa (AS A JOKE HE DOESN’T KNOW ANYTHING)

3-A girls def got jealous at the fact that suddenly asano pays a bit more attention to you

asano def gets jealous at how karma has your attention most of the time (asano doesn’t even do anything to get it pfft)

there’s def a competition between those two for your attention

they’d do simple things like stroking your hair, helping you with your school work etc

asano gets sulky when he doesn’t have your attention but he would never show it for his own pride (pls give him attention)

karma acts like he isn’t bothered when you show asano more attention sometimes but let’s face it, karma is a huge attention whore, he NEEDS it

in public, you act more like a couple with karma more. not too much hand holding since asano doesn’t like pda, tbh asano would look more like a third wheeler that isn’t willing to be there

he would just look so tired and done the entire time. the most uninterested person EVER

there was one time where karma put asano in a costume when all three of you were out on a date. it was the only time asano would stand close to the both of you since he wouldn’t be recognised. it was also the closest karma has ever came to dying

it would take ages for asano to open up

he hates the thought of being seen together so he always stood a distance away, hence why he’s always so aloof in public

karma and asano treats you differently

karma always teases you, every second

karma can’t live without making fun of you at least once

asano tries to act nonchalant but he secretly wish that he could treat you like a normal partner but there’s just something stopping him (he has issues like come on his dad is… yeah)

there has been dates where it was just you and asano, it’s the only time he’d be willing to show a bit of affection. it would be small, yes but he is trying, let him be

it would be small things like helping you with stuff, occasionally insulting compliments like “why are you actually smart?” “so that pretty face really isn’t for nothing.” he would never compliment you like a normal person

asano would never go out in public with karma alone, they would only be at karma’s house, there’s no way asano would let himself be seen with karma in public

to everyone, it looked like asano was a third wheel whenever you and karma are together when asano is just awkward and has too much pride. he doesn’t stand too far away though, close enough to have a normal conversation without shouting

tbh everyone knows you and karma are dating. they don’t know what’s asano’s deal though

after all of you graduated, asano starts being more open and physically closer to you and karma

he has nothing much to hide anymore, his father started to become more accepting

he still tries his best to not be overly affectionate but he isn’t as aloof as he used to be

[palesoftangel]

PARENTS WROTE THEIR KIDS NAMES ON THEIR BODIES SO THEY CAN BE RECOGNISED IF FOUND IN PIECES

[drfriedrich]

Bro is so depressed that he started speaking Tatar🦅

(Commission for ma friend)

[ashpkat]

i just had. an idea. i dont rlly like OC centric fics, ive never cared for them but i just. so you know how there’s demigods out there that kinda go rogue and never make it to either camps? and still somehow live? yeah. picture this: a roman demigod, son of venus, with incredible charm speak power. (no clue if children of venus can use charm speak but wtver) his father knew that the woman he had an affair with was a goddess, knew she was venus, and when she bore him a son he was resentful. he named the son — wait for it— constantine. after the roman emperor. to spite her and the roman’s. con is unloved by his father and runs away, somehow surviving on his own. i just. thought the idea was silly and had a thought abt him sparring reyna

[mustlovesteve]

when the spicy weirdness scene is maybe perhaps possibly too spicy for this fic but i don't want to not include it

[pirateprincessjess]

When I was a kid my family pretended to get raptured so I would think I was left behind on earth while they all went to heaven.

I was like 8 years old and my sister and mom had gotten really into the Left Behind novels (bible fan fic about the rapture). In the books when the rapture happened the clothes that people were wearing when they got raptured were left behind in neatly folded piles.

One day when I was getting home from school my family decided that they would leave piles of neatly folded clothes around the house, and then hide in the basement.

The intended effect was that I would get home and see the clothes then, think that my family had been raptured and that I wasn’t good enough to get into heaven… or something?

The problem was that I had never read these books, and didn’t really think about the rapture very often. There was no reason that I would see some laundry on the floor and think “The rapture happened and I’ve been abandoned by God! I’ll never see my family again!! Oh nooo!!!!”

I just sat down and watched cartoons and eventually my family got bored and revealed that they were all hiding in the basement.

It’s a good thing I didn’t understand the joke, otherwise that shit would have been traumatic.

[swordbeliever]

tried to vent in a trans space about how, as a trans man who’s been on T for a long time (over 7 years now), i have noticed that the more i pass as a man, the less welcomed i am in queer spaces unless i go out of my way to feminize myself. and how that sucks! and it’s isolating!!! and it feels horrible to see ppl who used to like you and be close to you drift further and further the more masculine (& therefore more comfortable in urself) u become…

only to get ppl replying to me and saying “well if you dressed more fem then ppl wouldn’t be intimidated by you. you signed up for this”

i’m sorry but i didnt sign up for social isolation when i transitioned, i signed up for gender euphoria and comfort in myself and my life. and i had hoped that the ppl in my life would be able to see how much joy that brings me and continue to love me.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

[haunted-xander]

If you skip a meal Senshi will materialize next to you w/ food at the ready

[lgbtlunaverse]

The world exists in such a baffling state of simultaneous sex-aversion and sex-hegemony. Every social platform on the internet is trying to banish sex workers to the shadow realm but I can't post a tweet without at least two bots replying P U S S Y I N B I O. People are self-censoring sex to seggs and $3× but every other ad you see is still filled with half-naked women. Rightwingers want queer people arrested for so much as existing in the same postal code as a child and are also drumming up a moral panic about how teenage boys aren't getting laid enough. I feel like I'm losing my mind.

[moon-lv3r]

soulmates ~ bruabba pt 1

🦋 category: angst, hurt no comfort, one-shot, soulmate au

🦋 characters: bucciarati, abbacchio

🦋 summary: au – in which people are born with red strings from their pinky that attach itself to their soulmate. the string would not appear until soulmate is born. the string appears physical but one can pass their hand through it. only you can see your own string and where it leads

young bruno sets out on a quest to find his soulmate when his father died, only to learn that his soulmate, leone abbacchio was dead

part 1 - bruno’s pov

part 2 - leone’s pov

🦋 warnings: mentions of drug abuse and overd0sing

🦋 notes: angst moment let’s go !!! this was written all at 2am and i have school the next morning but hey who cares /j… not exactly my best work but oh well i haven’t written much in the last few months bc school has really been eating up my time and i also ended a relationship with someone who was a long time friend of mine. we got together and broke up bc i felt like she wasn’t putting much effort as i was and i wanted to fix it while she didn’t want to disappoint me so we broke up and the friendship just can’t be the same anymore so we ended that as well. life has been shit so here’s a shit story !

this is part 1 of bruabba soulmate au !

Soulmate. What a wonderful thing. Ever since Bruno was a young child, he had a small red string on his pinky. He never knew how he got it, but he knew what it meant. His soulmate was of a similar age. It often led the young boy to wonder about what his soulmate could be doing. He wondered if his soulmate was thinking about him. He wondered if his soulmate was just as excited about the entire thing as he was.

Nobody could see his string but Bruno himself. It was like a ghost, an invisible string except it wasn’t exactly invisible. He liked it, the idea that this ghost thread tied him to someone that he would spend the rest of his life with.

He looked at his parents and often admired the love they shared in their eyes. He wondered if his soulmate would shower him with the same endearing sight. He wondered what kind of love he would experience. His mind was filled with wonders of a life spent with someone who was still faceless to the little one. Yet, it never dwindled his excitement.

Love was so enchanting.

He loved seeing his parents smile everyday. His mother always had the same spark in her smiles whenever his father gave her one of his surprises. His father always wore the same shine in his eyes whenever his father smiled.

Bruno wanted the love that they had.

Until he witnessed the death of his mother and the damage on his father. His father’s one and only had ceased to exist. Now what? He had no soulmate, what does one do when their only love disappears?

The mess that became of his father was heart wrenching for little Bruno to witness. Why did the world give his father a soulmate only to take her away when they were at their happiest? Was it fair? His family did not deserve for their happiness to be ripped away from them like this. It was a freak accident, a drunk driver had swerved from a tree only to hit Bruno’s mother who was exiting a store after buying groceries.

He watched as his father lost the shine in his eyes and later, the spark in his life. His father was now just a shell of his former self. The smile he once had was buried alongside Bruno’s mother. He hadn’t just lost his mother, his father’s soul was gone too.

How was soulmate such a beautiful yet morbid thing?

Bruno grew up, watching his father suffer from the loneliness that had struck him. Therapy helped but it was never enough. Over the years, he slowly recovered but the heartbreak will never truly leave him. Shards of it remained in the form of tears in the middle of the night when he thought that Bruno was asleep. Though there were things that his father had hid from Bruno, things that Bruno would never find out for years.

It had hurt the young child that he could do nothing but watch as his father suffered. It made Bruno hate the idea of soulmates. How could the world give you the one but snatch that same person away?

It made him never want to find the one made for him. How could he? He didn’t want to find someone that made him feel like he was in heaven only to have them gone the next second. Why was life such a cruel game? Can’t it just let them enjoy soulmates in peace? Why must they go so abruptly?

He grew up, detesting the red string on his finger. He never looked at his finger unless he had to. Kids at school loved the idea of a soulmate, all but him. Some were upset that they did not have a soulmate but in Bruno’s eyes, they were blessed with a life free from suffering. Bruno would be lying if he said he never once thought of how his soulmate would feel if they knew what Bruno thought of their fate. Just how important romance was to people? Bruno felt as though he would be perfectly fine with spending the rest of his life alone. Who needed a soulmate when he had himself?

As the years went, Bruno’s ideals stayed firm. He watched as people mourned the death of the love they yearned for as their soulmate turned out to be different from their expectations. Some were the complete opposite. Now they have to learn to get along because they were supposed to spend the rest of their lives together. Bruno grew up, watching as the people did their best to change for their soulmates, to grow the love they have, and to enjoy each other’s presence.

He grew up, watching as people did whatever that was possible so long as they could be loved. He watched as slowly but surely, soulmates who hated each other slowly began to fall in love. Perhaps the line between hatred and love got blurred and they stepped over it, falling for each other’s imperfections. Was that what love was supposed to be? Accepting each other no matter what came in between them?

The young Bruno who detested the idea of soulmates slowly grew into a young, fine man. His ideals still remained in a part of his brain which he had slowly forgotten. He had watched as other people lived their happy life with their other half. Maybe love wasn’t so bad? But he had also witnessed his father’s miserable years after the death of his mother. It had him torn in between his opinions.

His father had grown sickly over the years. Love sick perhaps, but he was getting weaker and weaker as the seconds ticked by. Bruno could only watch as the man who did his best to give him a stable childhood rot away in a hospital bed. It had caused an ache in his heart. Bruno did all he could to pay for the medical bills, which was causing such a weight on the young man’s shoulders that his father just couldn’t bear to witness. The love of his life might be gone, but he still had love to give to his son.

“Bruno,” he began. It was a warm sunday afternoon when Bruno once again visited his dear father. “It’s fine. I can’t see you like this.”

The effect it had on Bruno was evident on his face. His eye bags were heavy, he was skinnier than before. But he didn’t look as bad as his father, who was gaunt and could barely find the energy to speak sometimes.

“It’s alright,” Bruno reassured his father. “You raised me. This is the least I could do.”

His father gently shook his head, “You have many more years than I do. I don’t want you to waste your time on a pathetic old man like me. I’ll have to see your mum soon, and how do you think she would react to you overworking yourself?” He laughed, though the atmosphere was anything but humorous.

Bruno's fists clenched as his father spoke. The man he cared about speaking of himself in that way hurt Bruno. He knew his father wanted the best for him but Bruno wanted the best for his father as well.

“Please, don’t speak of yourself that way,” Bruno replied. “You’ll live. You’ll see me live the life you want me to.”

The old man smiled a weak smile as he looked at his son square in the face, “You both know that I won’t. Promise me that you’ll go look for your soulmate and experience the love you’ve always dreamed of, alright?” The fragile man choked on his words, his voice cracking half way through as tears collected in his eyes. His son stared, unable to speak. His son’s face remained stoic but his fists spoke of another story.

Bruno could only nod. It was his father’s final request, how could he deny it?

As the next morning arose to reveal a beautiful sunset, a view ever so breathtaking that one would kill for, Bruno’s father had passed away. It wasn’t out of the blue. The man had been ill for a while and Bruno had always known deep down that medication wasn’t doing all that much to delay it.

It didn’t make it any easier for the young man, who was only 20. Death had never been easy for the young man. Not when he was a child, and not when he was an adult.

The funeral was small, quiet. Very few people came and went. His father was a fisherman. His family lived a quiet life. Only people of the village came to offer their condolences. No amount of condolences could bring back his father however, but he appreciated the gesture nonetheless.

The days passed by, the words of his father’s final request lingered in his mind. Should he really look for his soulmate? What kind of love does he want? What kind of love had Bruno been yearning for? All he knew was his detest for the romantic side of life. But he wanted to honour his father.

He stared at the red string on his pinky, the one he had ignored for years. He watched as the string led out of the door, towards someone he had never known. He wondered why hadn’t his soulmate looked for him, were they busy? Or did they share the same idea about love that he did? Would it really be worth a shot to try?

He looked out the window, and towards where the string led to. His curiosity kept lingering in his mind. Maybe he really should just look for his soulmate. Perhaps they could get through this together, help Bruno figure out his views on love. After all, what harm could it really cause? He wasn’t the biggest fan of love, but having someone who could understand you couldn’t hurt all that bad right? He didn’t have to be in a relationship with his soulmate right away, they could just get to know each other and decide if their pacing was alright with each other.

Bruno took a few days to really begin his search. A part of him kept changing his mind, but eventually, he got around to it. It had been two months since the death of his father. It was time to really fulfill the final request of his loved ones. His father did not want to see him die a lonely, miserable man like he was. Bruno did not want to disappoint his father either, so here he was, setting out and looking for a soulmate, in hopes that he would get a companion and maybe for the first time in many years, feel the love others with soulmates often received.

He walked, followed the trail of the red string. It led him to the city of Naples. So his soulmate had always been a city person. He wondered how would the son of a fisherman and someone who lived in the city get along with each other. It seemed like an interesting match up. They were two different people from two different worlds.

He continued walking until he arrived at the poorer side of the city. Perhaps his soulmate wasn’t as luxurious as he had thought when he first entered the city. As he arrived in the neighbourhood, a young blonde teenage boy stepped out of his home and came face to face with Bruno. The boy took one look at Bruno and knew he didn’t belong in the area.

“Looking for places to sell more of your drugs?” The young boy began, “This place is already ruined enough.”

Bruno shook his head, “I’m just looking for someone,” he responded. He appeared slightly annoyed at the boy who had just lashed out at him for no reason. He just assumed that Bruno was a drug dealer for no apparent reason.

The young boy frowned. “ Soulmate I’m guessing? Where does your string lead to? My apologies for lashing out.”

“It’s alright,” Bruno replied. “Uh… my strings lead towards…” Bruno paused as he glanced over at his pinky, leading towards the left and into an apartment just two houses away. Bruno pointed the house to the young teenage boy who then turned to Bruno in shock.

“Your soulmate is Leone Abbacchio?” He said, “I haven’t seen him in days!”

The two made their way towards the house, where a putrid smell escaped from the cracks of the door. “The Abbacchios are pretty messy,” said the boy. “It’s normal for their house to smell but this smell is extra horrid.”

Bruno covered his nose, but even that didn’t stop the smell from entering his nose. He wondered what kind of life his soulmate had lived to end up like this. He wondered if the two of them could even live the life he had envisioned. It suddenly all looked like a far fetched dream. The smell kept hitting his nostrils every second. He felt as though he could throw up any moment. He knocked on the door gently.

No response.

The boy frowned as he mentioned that Leone usually answered the door. His parents had died a month ago and left him alone. The young boy had younger siblings in the foster care system while he lived with his drug addict parents. His younger siblings weren’t even teenagers, while Leone himself was an adult. They were only sent to foster care two months prior when someone had lodged a complaint against the family.

Bruno knocked once again but no response. Perhaps Leone was sleeping? The boy decided to try the doorknob, which was open. Bruno didn’t want to creep in as he was a mere stranger to the man who was supposed to be his soulmate. The boy stepped in first, into the dark house. He fumbled around the walls for the light switch, and the moment it was turned on, a horror scene welcomed their unexpecting souls.

There Leone Abbacchio lay on the ground, foaming at the mouth with maggots crawling about his dead body. He had been dead for days. Bruno watched as the red string from his pinky trailed towards the dead man and ended right at the dead man’s own pinky.

Why was life so cruel to him?

[charbroiledchicken]

"you're the writer, you control how the story goes" no not really. i wrote the first sentence and then my characters said "WE WILL TAKE IT FROM HERE" and promptly swerved into an electrical fence.

[karda]

i miss science class bro. we dont put things under microscopes as much as we should

[creed-of-cats]

"If voting changed anything they wouldn't let people do it-" grabs your face THEY DIDN'T JUST "LET" PEOPLE DO IT, MOST PEOPLE COULDN'T VOTE FOR HUNDREDS OF YEARS. PEOPLE OF COLOR ONLY GOT THE FULL RIGHT TO VOTE 50 YEARS AGO IN THE US, THATS BARELY A GENERATION.

IF IT DIDNT MATTER AT ALL WHY WOULD THEY SPEND SO MUCH TIME GERRYMANDERING THE SHIT OUT OF EVERYWHERE?? WHY CAN'T FELONS VOTE?? WHY CANT PUERTO RICO VOTE? WHY DO THEY KEEP SWITCHING DATES AND LAWS AND TIMES AND WHATEVER THEY POSSIBLY CAN TO STOP PEOPLE FROM VOTING?? WHY DO THEY MAKE EFFORT AT ALL??

BEING DISILLUSIONED IS A REASONABLE RESPONSE. BUT PEOPLE FOUGHT AND DIED AND ARE STILL FUCKING DYING FOR THAT RIGHT, DONT SPIT IN THEIR FACE.