#i wrote it a few years ago

[zorosdimples]

please talk more about your selfship with hidan, please please please

bisky!!!! i shall i shall 🫶🏻 fair warning that my self-ship with him is incredibly delusional and one of the few where i’m not a “normal person” but actually have an interesting backstory.

to make things brief: i’m one of orochimomu’s test tube babies—how did he get me? nobody knows! he makes a deal with the hidden leaf village and sells me to them; i go into the foundation at a criminally young age and become danzo’s pride and joy. fast forward to my mid-twenties: i’ve been struggling with depression and my role for years. mid-mission i go rogue and escape to a rural village—still in the land of fire, but far from the hidden leaf. i chop off my hair and dye it and try to live as a normal person.

then danzo approaches the akatsuki and offers them a significant sum of money to bring him my head still intact. they decide to weigh their options and seek me out—i may be a more valuable asset with them. anyway because i’m a ✨ good ninja ✨ (old habits die hard) i figure out i’m being tracked and i live like a hunted animal for a bit until i’m forced to fight the akatsuki member after me: hidan. his jutsu is insane and my senses are a bit rusty so he gravely injures me and takes me back to their hq.

i eventually recover and i’m faced with a choice: i can either get taken back to danzo and face certain torture and possible death, or stay with the akatsuki and seek vengeance while helping them with their ends. i of course decide to stay because i’m pissed, and yeah! that’s the gist of it. i’m paired with hidan and kakuzu because i have good healing abilities and because kakuzu sometimes has to do things alone as mr. money man. it all sort of… blossoms from there. hidan and i are two bloodthirsty freaks or something.

[felgueirosa]

ok. fixed my description and about and everything. if u are wondering y i have linked a wikipedia article as an introduction to my entire people (considering that wikipedia is usually not a great resource for this kind of thing)

its bc i wrote pretty much the entire article except the first paragraph and therefore approve all the info ur welcome

[lady-shadow-and-darkness]

Hear me out :

Teen Dazai and Chuuya going around finding every single arcade in the entire city and always having the very top two high scores in most of the games to the point where every single teen who has ever lived in Yokohama and has gone to any arcade is like "I don't know who the fuck Mackerel and Slug are but they're annoying."

[bixels]

The idea that uni protesters are "elitist ivy-league rich kids larping as revolutionaries" on Twitter and Reddit and even here is so fucking funny to me if you actually know anything about the student bodies at these unis. Take it from someone who's going to one of the biggest private unis in the US, 80% of the peers I know are either from the suburbs or an apartment somewhere in America, children of immigrants, or here on a student visa. I've heard about one-percenter students, but I've never met one in person. Like, don't get me wrong, the institution as a whole is still very privileged and white. I've talked with friends and classmates about feeling weird or dissonant being here and coming from such a different background. But in my art program, I see BIPOC, disabled, queer, lower-income students and faculty trying to deconstruct and tear that down and make space every day. So to take a cursory glance at a crowd of student protesters in coalitions that are led by BIPOC & 1st/2nd-gen immigrant students and HQ'd in ethnic housings and student organizations and say, "ah. children of the elite." Get real.

[clonerightsagenda]

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[karvviie]

(opening my 10k word document of mainewash AU content) welcome to my twisted mind…

[xhanisai]

Thinking about how pink is Marinette's favourite colour but when she met Adrien and Chat Noir, the colour green became just as beloved for her. She would find herself often comparing other green things to their eyes, internally remarking how the shades would pale in comparison to her favourite blond-haired green-eyed boys <3333

One time Alya asked Ladybug what her favourite colour is in an interview and she accidentally blurt out "green". She almost went pure Marinette right there and then, stuttering and everything. And then Alya put two and two together and asked if it's because of Chat Noir's eyes.

The internet exploded that day and when Ladybug next met up with her partner, he was a gooey, lovesick kitten already melting all over the place.

HIS LADY LOVES HIS EYES!!!!

[bugblast]

thinking about ape movies.....

[you-can-reclaim-your-crown]

Dog!owner Sukuna, sukugo AU

EDIT feel free to tell me your dog breed amd name suggestions! I'm thinking of making this a bit longer 🤭

Now I'm kinda thinking about Sukuna owning a big, scary looking dog, who doesn't like strangers.

He's bringing Satoru home for the first time, on edge, kind of worried, but Satoru assured him it's fine, he loves puppies. It's a grown ass dog, Sukuna reminded him but fell on dead ears. All dogs are puppies and that's final!

Doesn't calm his nerves one bit, what if his dog bites him? What if he doesn't like him? Satoru is one of a kind, he'll never find someone like him again. But this dog is his baby.

So he opens the door, showing Satoru living room, where his roommate lays on his bed, curious about the new person in his home.

"he's adorable!" Satoru gushes at him and Sukuna calls him over. Training was a challenge, both of them are stubborn, but it paid off. He couldn't wish for a better companion.

Satoru smiles kindly and leans down a bit, holding out his hand "I'm Gojo Satoru. I'm honoured to meet you, Sukuna told me so much about you."

The dog sniffs at his hand and takes a few steps closer, allowing Satoru to gently tickle his chin. He goes down to his knees and grinnes happily.

"What good boy! And so handsome!" The dog starts wagging his tail, as if he understands every word. He sniffs at Satoru's a few times and starts licking his face until he laughs.

Sukuna just stands there, puzzled. "This has never happened before", he mumbles to himself. He tried to introduce some past flings to him, but his dog wasn't a fan (he was fine with Uraume and his family). Not long after he got him, he tried the whole thing for the first time. His buddy looked annoyed and borderline pissed. He even growled once and snapped his- very sharp- baby teeth. They worked on that, but the hatred of his partners stayed, just as his a bit stoic personality.

Sukuna wasn't that bothered, but this wasn't some random hook up. This was Satoru.

His Satoru.

The first and only person to give him a challenge, to entertain him with his witty mouth, to captivate him with his beauty...to clear his skies with his kind heart. The same one he willingly gave to Sukuna, and as unworthy as he is, he will never let it go.

The same person who's rolling on the ground with his dog, both of them having so much fun together. He can't help but smile, letting the relief wash over him in gentle waves.

He makes the dinner and has to remind Satoru more than once to not sneak food under the table. (He worked very hard to stop his dog from begging don't ruin it and NO he's not starving!)

Sukuna cleans the table, Satoru's too busy talking to the dog about just anything and looking absolutely breathtaking. And just as he finished the last plate, he feels two arm around him and a face pressing into his back.

Satoru nuzzles his cheek against him and sighs quietly.

"See? I told you no one can resist me."

Sukuna touches the hands hugging him before he turns around, wrapping his own arms around his beloved.

"Mhh. You charmed me as well, so there's maybe truth to your words" and he kisses him because he can. Because he can't believe how lucky he got.

Their soft kisses turn passionate, hands growing restless. He turns them around, slamming Satoru against the rattling countertop, causing him to groan out loud.

Before he can lift him up, to let Satoru wrap his legs around him, he hears loud barking. His mind is foggy, so the first thing to come to his mind is 'intruder'. Sukuna pulls back ro turn around, to search for a burglar, but his dog squeezes between them, as If to protect Satoru from him.

He looks at his dog and then to his lover. And let his gaze fall on his dog again, puzzled "huh?"

It was Satoru's loud laugh that broke the spell. He petting the dog again, trying to control his volume.

"HAHAH You were so worried about him not liking me, but now he loves me even more than you!" He's kissing the furry head and coos at his, apparently, new best friend.

"I'm fine, Daddy wasn't hurting me! Look!" He slowly makes his way to Sukuna, reaching for his face to kiss him briefly. Apparently he was the dog whisperer, because bis dog calmed down instantly as Satoru approaches him again, ready to cuddle him.

"You're such a sweet little thing, the sweetest even! Trying to protect me from this big teddy bear...I love you so much!"

And Sukuna watches, as a realisation hit him:

He's the third wheel now.

[incorrect-riordanverse]

um sorry but true love is when the most hotblooded scariest hostile warrior in camp falls in love with some hispanic boy who’s been completely discarded by whoever his godly parent may have been, thereby fuelling a resentment leading to him betraying the camp of which the warrior is extremely loyal too, yet instead of going after him when finding him at his weakest (abandoned and literally insane from the pain he’s in) she fights FOR him and does everything in her power to rehabilitate him because, through and through, she loves him still

[emma-is-swaggy-and-epic]

Y'know i have stuff i need to do but tbh i kinda felt like i needed to make this

Jokes aside, i'd be a lot more charitable about ralsei theories if people didn't constantly use them to harrass krisei shippers

[tortellinigirl]

i think the adult relationship to the childhood dog is something that is so tender and heart-wrenching and important. you are the last vestige of my childhood. you are the sacred keeper of the memories i hold dearest, but you can barely see or hear me anymore. who do i become once you’re gone? where do i turn to remember myself? you’re the last one sitting next to me at the door of a childhood home that no longer exists, waiting patiently for the return of a family that no longer exists. where can i live when you, too, no longer exist? i can’t let go. please don’t make me let go. i know you’ll leave soon. i wish you didn’t have to. but she’s just a dog. her life is short and i will witness her death and i’ve known this from the beginning. i didn’t think it would come so fast. am i ready? have i become someone yet? have i become unrecognizable to her yet? does she still see the child i was? i’m still the child i was. please, don’t forget the child i was. please don’t take her away from me.

[wigglebox]

Suptober [Extended] - Day 26 || Scars

[telekineticseance]

NEW EXPERIENCE

pairing: doug remer x f! reader

summary: remer convinces you to watch a specific type of movie with him

genre: smut

word count: 2120

cw: p in v, fingering, cussing, unprotected sex, i mean it's smut there's sinful things happening

You and Remer sat in the living room watching a sappy romance film that you forced him to watch. He kept making snide comments throughout the movie, talking about how cheesy it was or how something would’ve never happened in the real world causing you to roll your eyes through most of it. You and Remer were best friends and every couple of weeks during off season, you two would curl up under a blanket and watch a movie while Coop went to Jenna’s house or wherever he decided to go.

“You know, if I wanted to watch porn I would’ve put that on instead,” Remer commented, watching the screen as the couple got intimate with one another. You shushed him, eyes glued to the screen.

Remer paused for a moment before speaking up, "You wanna watch porn?" He paused the movie on the scene, turning his attention to you. "I uh...." You cleared your throat as I looked at the time, "I think I should be getting home." 

"You're not scared of porn, are you?" Remer asked as a smirk crawled upon his face. "No, I just don't watch it."

"But you have seen it before, right?" You shook your head no at him causing him to let out a dramatic gasp. You and Remer had reached that point of friendship where you told each other pretty much everything, but the one thing you refused to talk about to him was your sex life and definitely not if you watched porn or not. But just because you didn’t talk about yours, didn’t mean he didn’t occasionally tell you about his, or sometimes lack thereof.

"How do you get yourself off then?" Remer asked, adjusting his position on the couch to get a better gaze at you, looking you up and down as he does so. You felt yourself turn red, "I uh.....don't."

You glanced at the time again. "I really should be getting home." You said starting to get up, before Remer grabbed your wrist and pulled you back down. "No. Let's watch some." You paused, staring at him with a confused expression on your face. Partial disgust masking in as well. “Isn’t it weird to be watching porn with your friend?”

Remer shrugged, “Not as weird as you might think. People do it all the time.” He justified himself, shrugging. Who the fuck is watching porn with their friends? You sighed, "Okay. I'll stay, but if I get uncomfortable I’m leaving.”

He nodded at you before getting up and walking to the DVD player, putting something on. It had a pretty blonde girl and a muscular brunette man. The scene already started with the guy and the girl naked. The guy leaving kisses all over the girl's body.

You saw Remer from the corner of your eye, fixated on the screen as he took in his bottom lip between his teeth. He glanced over at you to see your reaction before turning back to the screen. You felt yourself crossing your legs as the boy's lips traveled to her pussy, and your cheeks grew red as the anticipation on the screen grew. There was no way in hell you were actually getting turned on by this. Right?

You gulped hard as the boy's lips reached their destination and then he attached his lips to her clit, feeling weirdly as invested as Remer probably was. He then began licking her all over. Suddenly, you felt a warmth start to grow down below, and you subtly squeezed your legs together, gently enough where Remer wouldn't notice.

You had never thought about getting yourself off to porn, and you definitely weren;t going to think about it now, sitting on the couch next to Doug Remer. "I see what you're doing." Remer stated as he glanced over at you, hand resting on the leg that was draped over his lap, stroking it gently.

"What?" You asked, as you felt yourself start blushing. "I know you're squeezing your legs together but touching yourself is a lot better." Remer insinuated, looking down at his dick while smirking, "Trust me."

He turned his attention back to the screen. You hadn’t even noticed that during the time of you being invested in the screen, he had pulled his pants down ever so slightly and his free hand was stroking himself, eyes glued to the screen.

You watched him very carefully as he ran his long fingers up and down his long length, his breathing was heavy. A drop of pre-cum dripped from his dick but he quickly swiped it away with his thumb. You felt yourself clench your walls together, imagining his hand being you instead. Despite not wanting to admit it, you definitely had inappropriate thoughts about Remer on occasion and sometimes even woke up in the middle of the night from having dreams about him.

A smirk grew on his face, but he never looked away from the screen. "Like what you see?" He asked. "No." You lied while blushing and looking away.

You brought your attention back to the moaning blonde girl on the screen. The brunette was now inside her and ramming himself as hard as he could into her tiny body. You couldn't help but imagine if that were Remer doing that to you.

You felt your heart rate beginning to rise higher and higher as the scene went on the tv, the thoughts still running through your head. You jolted slightly when you felt a hand pry open your legs. The same hand placed your own hand on the crotch of your pants. "Rub." Remer commanded, his green eyes turning dark. "You're clearly sexually frustrated and I can feel it from here. Believe me. It's driving me fucking insane.”

You stared back at him, very shocked at what he wanted you to do. But he just turned his head back towards the screen and continued playing with himself as if he didn't just forcefully tell you to play with yourself. You turned your head back to the screen and obeyed him, and rubbed your hand through your jeans.

After a moment, you felt jolts spark through your lower half, and you knew you needed more than just through fabric. You took a deep breath as you shakily unzipped your pants, and slipped your hand inside.

You could feel Remer watching you from the corner of his eye, and it literally took every strength in your body not to get up and attempt to run out of the house and all the way home.

You rubbed yourself over your underwear, before pushing it to the side and dipping your index finger inside. But once you did, you had no idea what to do. You weren’t lying when you told Remer you had never done this before, just occasionally read about it in those sleazy romance novels. You’ve only heard that you're supposed to stick a finger in........or something like that.

"Struggling, are we?" Remer asked chuckling at you, him now looking down at where your hand rested inside your jeans. You shook your head no in response but he rolled his eyes before lifting you onto his lap. He pulled off your pants, putting them down on the floor next to the couch. You barely had time to process that you were even sitting on his lap before you were already in your underwear.

You were about to push yourself off of him, when he placed his palm against your pussy. He began rubbing his hand up and down while pushing down on it. "Relax." He whispered softly against your ear. You couldn't help but feel his hard dick against you back. But you relaxed under his touch anyway.

"Eyes. On. Screen." Remer commanded as he noticed that you were staring at him rubbing your core. He rubbed his hand along the fabric, adding more pressure against your clit. "Look at how he is going in and out of her." He whispered against your ear.

You kept your eyes focused on the screen. "The pressure," He paused, pressing the fabric of your underwear against your entrance and started moving again. "And the pleasure she must be feeling."

He pressed against your clit, this time stopping and rubbing gentle circles in it. You let out a gentle moan in response, keeping your eyes glued to the screen. He pushed your panties aside, and you let out a gasp as his cold fingers grazed your clit.

He rubbed figure eights into it, moaning into your ear as your legs began to shake softly from the pleasure. "You have no idea how fucking hot this is." Remer said, as you felt his cock twitch against your back. "Touching you like this, while we watch two strangers fuck each other."

He pinched your clit lightly, rubbing it between his fingers. You arched your back and took in a sharp breath. "A little sensitive are we?" Remer asked chuckling.

He rubbed his index fingers along your slit. He let out the loudest, most sexiest groan as his fingers reached your entrance. "You're so fucking wet."

He dipped his finger inside you with ease, causing you to let out a moan. "Play with your boobs." He paused by pulling his finger out and dipping it back in. "It'll feel good."

With his free hand, Remer slipped off your shirt, in which to his surprise revealed you weren’t wearing a bra. You brought your hands up and placed them on your boobs, cupping them and massaging them together.

"Pinch your nipples." Remer commanded, his breathing was heavy, as he was starting to ignore the people on the screen, watching you intently. You did as he told, moaning in the process from the pleasure. He curved his finger, causing you to raise your hips slightly, letting out another moan.

"I'd like to fuck you like that." Remer whispered in your ear, the pressure of his finger going faster and harder as his head gestured to the screen. "Would you like that?"

The moans of the couple on the screen echoed in the living room, and you watched as the guy plunged his entire dick inside of the girl. "Do you wanna feel my big dick inside of you?" He added, "Do you want me to make you scream more?"

You could barely answer, this had been a new territory of feeling for you. Your breathing increased as your eyes continued being glued to the screen.

"Answer me, " He rammed his finger inside, making you scream out, "P-Please!" You weren’t entirely sure what was going on around you, everything was so cloudy and it all moved so fast, you just knew that you wanted him.

"Beg for it. Beg for me to treat you like the slut that you are." He said as he dipped his head into your neck and he started sucking and biting on your skin.

"Please fuck me Remer." You whimpered out, feeling him lap at the marks on your neck. Before you knew it, he'd pulled his finger out, and he yanked your underwear off completely. He pushed your back down on the couch and hovered over you.

"You're about to feel so good." He moaned, rubbing his dick along your clit before pushing it in. You dug your fingers into the curve of his back, pulling him closer.

He thrust in and out as the sounds of your moans, mixed with his echoed the room, along with the ones that were coming from the tv. "Fuck Y/N." He painted, while balancing himself on his forearms.

He gritted his teeth, you knew he was close from the tightening of his eyes and the buckling of his hips. "Cum for me Remer." You whispered seductively in his ear.

His thrusts grew sloppier as your hips collided together, and you knew he was gonna explode any second, you not falling far behind him.

He thrust into you, one deep and final time, feeling your stomach tighten and release. You left out a series of curse words as a wave of pleasure rippled through you, while he continued riding out his high, his thrusts getting slower as he buried his face into your neck. He let out a small groan, as you felt his breath on your neck.

Your chest rose and fell quickly, your heart rate slowly fell to normal pace, as he pulled himself out. You let your hips fall, while Remer let his body rest against yours. He shakily lifted himself up on his forearms and looked at the tv.

"Well would you look at that," He said, making your attention return back to the tv. "They're still going at it."

[selfinserttothestars]

I apparently wrote this on July 4th of last year. It’s almost been a full year since I started playing Twisted Wonderland and that’s wild to me. I just live here now lmao anyway here’s wonderwall—

•

It was unusual for her not to leave her last class of the day without at least Deuce by her side but there was some important Heartslabyul meeting that he and Ace had to attend. They couldn’t be late and Chris was understanding of this. Riddle would have their heads if he was in a bad enough mood, and no one wanted to risk anymore of that. Jack had a different class than the trio for their last period, so Chris was walking on her own. The hallway wasn’t complete empty as there were students sprinkled around here and there minding their business, but it was much less crowded than it was throughout the day. Chris hummed a tune as she carried what had been dubbed “the bubble” on her back. It was just a cat carrier for Grim to sit in, but calling it “the bubble” was much funnier. Grim would normally complain about the bubble and just how humiliating it was for a “great mage” to be carried around in such a thing, but today he was quiet. Chris had to keep him awake until the final bell but once he was free to rest he didn’t hesitate. Grim slept peacefully to the muffled sounds of Chris’s tune and the gentle sway of her paces. It was nice for both of them. Chris was slow to walk down a set of stairs so not to disturb the sleepy creature and jostle him awake, but each step made her lag behind most of her schoolmates. Eventually everyone seemed far enough away that she felt safe enough to bring her humming to quiet singing. Someone would have to be fairly close to hear her words.

”Cruel and cold like winds on the sea,

Will you ever return to me?”

Since her latest Crowley-assigned-odd-job regarding the Housewarden of the Octavinelle Dorm, she’d been recalling ocean related songs. Having been in the ocean for a while had really brought out her inner siren… or something. She couldn’t recall how she knew the handful of shanties that she did, but there was really no point in fretting about it. They sounded nice, so why not sing them when given the chance.

“Over waves and deep in the blue,

I will give up my heart for you.”

Chris turned the corner without looking. It had already become muscle memory for her, so she hardly had to check where she was going. She knew her way out of the school and to her dorm. It was almost mindless at this point. So much so that she hardly noticed her own footsteps.

Or anyone else’s.

”Come my love, be one with the sea.

Rule with me for eternity.”

Suddenly the song, along with her steps were briskly put to a halt. She’d bumped into someone when her guard was down but quickly snapped back to reality, stumbling back in the process.

“Sorry! I’m sor—“

She looked up to see an all too familiar figure turn to look at her.

Floyd.

“Was that you, shrimpy?” He mused, a smile spreading across his face. He laughed as his twin, only a few steps ahead of him, turned to see what had just happened.

Jade.

Both of them.

“Are you two alright?” The other boy asked, stepping back to be as uncomfortably close to Chris as his brother. She felt as though she had rapidly shrunk. There was no ill will between them, but Chris couldn’t shake the feeling of danger she felt whenever they approached. This time she was alone. No one could save her.

“Did you hear shrimpy?” Floyd asked, turning to his brother. “He was singing!”

“That was him?” Jade asked, bemused by the idea.

Chris didn’t dare make a sound.

“Yeah! Maybe Azul shoulda had him give his voice as collateral instead of the dorm when they made that contract.” Floyd laughed at his own joke, but this only reinforced the fear that was already brewing inside of Chris. Jade finally turned his attention to her.

Oh no.

“What my brother means to say is: you have a lovely voice.” He began. “Besides, we’d have no practical use for it.”

Not as reassuring as he might have thought, but there wasn’t much that either of them could say that could convince Chris not to run at the first chance she’d get.

“But you heard him right?” Floyd said, getting his brother’s attention again. “He almost sounded like a—“

Somewhere a pair of lightbulbs flickered on, illuminating what was once hidden.

Girl. Chris sounded like a girl.

The duo looked back at Chris only to see that she was already darting back around the corner she came from. They could hear Grim’s muffled shouting from his bubble, as he was definitely awake now. She was a good distance away by the time the two wordlessly agreed to go after her. They had so many questions now, and there was always a bit of fun to a chase, right?

“Wait up!”

“Come back!”

•

Also for anyone who’s wondering, this is the bubble:

[sisterdivinium]

Now is the time to place your bets on whether or not this hyper self-indulgent doctor superion Vampire the Masquerade AU fic will or won't get to 100 handwritten pages...