#im just so fucking sick its always the same thing im tired

[orpheuslament]

people with massive saviour complexes will look at an extremely damaged person whos been carrying a fuckton of baggage all their life convince themselves they can fix them somehow & then get mad when it inevitably does not work

[cicidraws]

i miss how i felt before this year.

[minnieposting]

my ocd is actually going SO CRAZY RN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[shaddy-bee]

Why is it all so hard.

[huellitaa]

𓏲˳˚⊹ 🧸 become obsessed with yourself.

you are stupid. i said it. there. you are stupid.

let me get this straight. you are out here listening to these people who make you insecure. you are listening and actually giving a shit about people who put you down, make you feel unworthy, inferior, less of the absolute goddess that you are. you people please, you go above and beyond to help people & change yourself for people who would never do the same and for what. for people to like you? honey nobodys gonna like you. you dont even like yourself.

listen ml you need to get your priorities straight. sit down for a sec. like. just sit and genuinely ask yourself "what do i get out of this? how does this serve me?". go on, ask yourself. all these people who constantly think theyre better than you, that they can walk all over you, the ones that dont care a bit for you with their actions even if their words say otherwise, all these habits that only make you feel more low, more insecure, and dont align with where you wanna go in any way, shape or form. honey how in the hell does any of this serve you ???😭😭

i am sick to death of seeing the word selfish everywhere the moment somebody steps up and is brave enough to try and better themselves. the amount of times ive gotten "youre so selfish" or "youve changed" or "you werent like this before" jst because i got out of the most severe depression of my life where i came close to being unalive so many times is riDICULOUS and just shows how normalised insecurity and people pleasing is nowadays.

you see, people are always trying to follow the trend, follow the leader, follow everyone else nowadays. nobody actually honours what they want & that is a reflection of their own insecurity and traumas and emotions they are too scared to face. do you really want that for yourself? youve got such big dreams, such big potential, but what on earth do you do to fulfill them?

i dont think you realise just how limitless you actually are. you can do anything. we are all born the same. its only those with the courage to get up and try who will reach what they want and achieve greater things.

GET OBSESSED WITH YOURSELF. i am so DRAINED and TIRED of caring about what people think. i like something? im gonna do it. i dont care. fuck people pleasing. what are they gonna do when youre rich and famous and successful and thriving? YOU ARE THE ONLY VALIDATION YOU NEED. life is so much easier when you genuinely could not care less, like you just dont give a single shit. you are the only person who knows you inside out and will be there with you 24/7 365. it infuriates me how self hatred is so normalised nowadays. like what the actual fuck, why would you wanna spend your entire life hating the only person whos gonna be with you every second without fail, when you are perfectly capable of reversing that???? its ridiculous.

get up. get obsessed with yourself. the only validation you should be chasing is your own. pull yourself together girl. this is ridiculous. you are so much more than this. start acting like it. be ur own biggest fan. be ur own bestest friend. everything you need is already within you. u got this. 💕

all my love 💓✨💗💘🎀💖

[kalithulium]

PLAYING... MELTING BY KALI UCHIS

MELTING LIKE AN ICE CREAM, WHEN YOU

SMILE...

a short fluff, in which NAGI SEISHIRO takes you on a picnic date, and relishes in both the sunlight, and your love.

the sun's golden rays shone from above, its illuminous aureate hands reaching down and encasing the world in it itself.

summer.

(i wish it acc was summer im so fucking sick n tired of the cold and frost save me this is a cry for help)

it was the season nagi dearly loved the most. it always, without fail reminded him of the start of your relationship two years ago.

all that time ago, you two sat atop a soft, red-white gingham picnic blanket, placed somewhere near the centre of a large field, surrounded by thousands of sharp blades of grass, some still moist with reminants of morning dew or specs of precipitation.

in the middle of you two was a basket, woven in wood and accompanied by a white cotton cloth that covered the surface of its inside. he had carefully packed your favourites ; succulent strawberry cream sandwhiches, peach iced tea that was just cold enough to create a transclucent layer of condesation on the bottle's outside, an array of alluring chocolate confectionaries, marigold mangos, cut into cubed portions and all else you could possible lust for the taste of - it was an entirely satisfactory spread.

seishiro nagi was a lazy man ; that is the simple truth, and fact of the matter.

he often thought things a to be too much effort; uneccessary stress. but with anything that concerned you, he felt not a tinge of such emotion. infact, it enthralled him. you were the glistening sun of his life, which he felt ever so content basking in.

you made the hassle of leaving his house, planning , communicating, cooking, buying, walking, anything really, worth it.

in your instsnce, and your instance alone, he wanted to do all that he could for you. he always tried his best for you; it was like second nature to him from the moment he had met you - it was simply a notion he took to without thought. he made sure not to be stuck at his nintendo ds's screen , fall asleep, or present as unintrested infront you. and for someone of nagis character, that was a feat to be applauded for.

it was through that, that he knew he loved you - dearly so.

two years later; not a day less, or a day more , there the two of you sat again. the same spot, the same gingham blanket, and the same empty field.

simply soaking in healing rays of light, nagi nuzzled his head into the nook of your neck, placing a few kisses brimmed with love along the perimeter of your upper neck, before moving an inch or two down and doing the same thing again.

you played with his silken, porcelain white hair , braiding a plait or two in for the sake of it.

nagi loved it when you did that ; expending your focus on him, and him alone. he was simply smitten with you.

he sat up facing you, shifting until his tired, grey irises encountered with yours.

"y/n, you smell good. like cookies and vanilla"

" yeah? thanks, sei" you spoke softly, as you lifted your right hand up to the left side of his face, 4 fingers cupped around his chin, before moving you hand upwards again so that your thumb rested on the temple of his head, and your fingers entwined with his hair.

he closed his eyes for a moment, whilst he let a small smile of satisfaction spread across the premise of his lips and a hum of comfortability.

"shit." you say, whipping around 180 degrees, no longer facing him.

" sei, you're so cute, that it genuinely fucking hurts my heart"

he was a grown man, for fucks sake, and even worse, you had been dating him for two, whole entire years.

but inspite of that, his charm was just too much to handle. you know, it was like when you see a darling, dinky dog with big, round, void eyes, a supple coat of off-white fur with somehow the most adorable gait ever, and it strikes you with an overwhelming flow of love in your heart, that people can never tend to express as more than a slurry of broken words.

"meanie." he spoke, with a small pout unintentionally forming on his mouth. to be honest, it was probably for the better that you weren't facing him; the sight of him in disarray like that would have just sent your heart into shock, and shattered its strings.

"we're on a date, but you wont look at me? rude." complained nagi.

stood up, he inched closer to where you were, turning you around slightly before his abdomen tensed as he moved, followed by his triceps and biceps accordingly and bent down.

he had now picked you up. he held you by the back most part of your thighs, with the rest of you legs and arms wrapped around to the back of him whilst the front of your torso faced the front of his.

now, you were facing each other.

(ngl idk if that made any sense i might just sound like im bullshitting rn but i mean reverse piggy back style)

"seishiro !" you mildly exclaimed in shock, whilst slightly stiffling a laugh too.

"what?" he spoke unbknowst.

"i like looking at you." and he liked it when you looked at him too, alot

you sighed jokingly in disbelief, as you unseriously let out a " sorry, sorry" to him for sake of it.

he finally put you down, and just moments after began to pull on your hand, directing you to sit down where you had been before.

looking out into near distance, the sun had set, chatacterised by a polychromatic array of twany oranges and rosy pinks, tinted with hints of a sultry red.

you sat back down, this time now in his lap, making casual conversation with a few jokes thrown in here and there.

you were so comfortable in his presence, that it made you wonder of the love you had missed out on before he came into your life. in his arms, you simply began melting, like an ice cream.

TAKE ONE LOOK AT YOU, YOU'RE HEAVENS INCARNATE ...

guys am doing too much w the imagery and description thing? be honest tell me💔 writting for the marks in school is getting to me bro idk when im doing too much anymore like its acc frying tf out of my brain 😟

nagi gives me so much fucking cuteness agression i actually cant i had to write something to get it out

[moneymartin]

・❥・- one more?

summary: kate comes home tired and needy :( part two to this fic. build up drabble to part three

warnings: none! fluff cause its kate :3 this is kinda shorter than the last one soz. again, every divider is a skip. most are constant cuz im lazy. didn’t know how to end oops!!!

rpf dont read it if ur uncomfy thx

a/n: all yjs reqs r still itw soooo they’ll be out soon poopies 🙄 also my single part drabble for kate is lowk marinating in my drafts and i don’t have the motivation to finish it…

its been 5 months since you and kate finally ended up together. pretty long, right? but you two never really got the hang of this thing, especially after remembering how long those feelings between you two had been brewing up for. it was still hard for you to show up to her games and practice due to soccer season, and the second it ended, you showed up to nearly every single one of them.

“i really can’t come this time, baby, i told you!” you grumble while kate drags you across the dorm. they had their practice game at carver today but you couldn’t make it, which made kate upset. “dilanni is gonna kill me if i don’t show up.” your soccer team needed to show up together for this fundraiser, and it was during the offseason. fucking lame. you hated letting her down all the time but some things like this just needed to be done.

kate’s fingers grip at your sweater sleeve, her eyes soft, and lips slightly pouting. “can you please just say you feel sick!? you’ll finish quicker than i will and it’s not like they won’t let you in.” she begs and tugs a little at it. her height makes you a little overwhelmed but she’s slightly bent at the knees and trying to make herself seem smaller than she really is. “kate, its just practice. its not like its the final fours yet.” you sigh and make her stand up straight. your eyes dart to hers and you bring your hands up to cup her face. the way she leans into your touch makes your face flush up like never before.

“yeah, but you always show out! i know we’re still trying to keep this on the down low still but i love pointing at you in the crowd before i make a shot during our practices.” she complains, trying to pull her head away from your hands but you keep her in place like a vice. your thumb brushes up against her face and she sighs under her breath. all those shots that she makes have all been for you ever since. and you didn’t even know that. everything she did on the court was meant for you. “i’ll make a deal with you, okay?” your words make her feel a little bit better and she nods ecstatically.

“when you get back we can do whateverrrr you want to make you feel better about me not showing up. does that sound good?” you propose, the idea crossing your mind after you realize that she just wants to spend that time with you while her teammates try to piece together this big puzzle. none of them know other than caitlin, and they’re completely unaware of you and kate’s relationship. “yes! okay, deal! deal deal deal…!” she blurts out and smiles stupidly, leaning her head towards you again as a sign that she wants a kiss.

you give it and let go of her face, wrapping your arms around her waist quickly and pressing another big kiss to her cheek. “don’t work yourself too hard out there.” you breathe out and pat her back before letting go of it. “this fundraiser should only be an hour, trust me.” kate just shrugs and smiles again, less big but you still know that she’s pretty happy at your little proposition for when she gets back. the moment you walk out of that door, her face drops and she rubs awkwardly at the back of her neck. she’s alone now, and doesn’t know what to do. you’ve been with her for every game and every practice so she’s lost most of her motivation to go. “aw, dang it..”

after your little fundraiser, you come home exhausted and dreary when you realize kate is gone too. you two are exactly the same person, lost without one another. it’s cute but sometimes it’s hard. this whole relationship thing is such a different concept and it makes your head hurt. the lock clicks on the door and you dig through your closet, finding a pair of pjs and some small shirt kate likes seeing you wear for ‘some reason’. which is what she says every time you ask.

a quick change and your casual clothes scatter across the floor before you basically face plant into the pillows. a warm feeling fills up your body while you fall asleep, a feeling that seems different still without kate. you two always sleep and take naps together so this is another thing you have to get yourself used to.

the stupid fundraiser ran longer than it should have. at least another 30-45 minutes extra and you weren’t very prepared for it. kids were all over the place too and you were somewhat on babysitting duty? according to your teammates. you stood with all the kids for at least an hour and the questions they asked you were probably the stupidest things ever.

the sound of the door opening is what wakes you up, fingers instinctively rubbing your eyes and sitting up. you’re met with the sight of kate rummaging sluggishly through her backpack and taking out clothes. she mumbles out a small ‘hi’ and yawns, walking into the bathroom. the sound of the shower hits your ears and you just lay back down, trying to keep yourself awake to fulfill that proposal you made earlier.

a few moments after the shower turns off, the bathroom door opens and your mattress shifts in weight, a few drops of water coaxing you to open up your eyes. kate is sitting on the edge of the bed and she tucks herself in, burying her face into your neck. “how was practice?” you mutter, moving her wet strands of hair to sprawl out on the bed. she grumbles into your neck instead of instantly responding. “tiring, huh?” you ask.

“extremely.” she whispers breathily and looks up at you. kate’s eyes are slightly droopy and her lips are pursed. your arm wraps itself around her back and you tilt her head up with your hand, making her look up at you as you start rubbing her temples gently. kate’s eyes are opening and closing continuously while your fingers continue to massage her head and she huffs heavily a few times.

you push kate’s head into your neck again and slide your hands onto her shoulders, patting them gently to make her fall asleep easier. she doesn’t though. instead, she hoists her head up and quickly locks her lips with yours, grabbing your waist and holding herself up with her arms. her fingers are gripping at the bedsheets tight and she’s kissing you a little bit too hard. not that you mind, of course. “mmmf.. hey?” you pant and pull away from the kiss, making eye contact with kate and realizing where she’s placed her hands.

“i’m just kissing you.” kate mumbles and doesn’t even bother waiting for you to finish catching your breath. she kisses you again, propping herself up on her elbows and grabbing your arms to wrap around her waist. “y- yeah! but like… let me get a breather at least.” you laugh quietly. you’re still trying to catch your breath and the more you try to get away, the more persistent she becomes. “c’mon. you’re just sleepy, baby. get your butt to bed and you’ll be alllll good in the morning.” you smile and push her shoulders down.

kate ends up falling onto your body and her nose brushes up against your cheek, her lips running up and down your neck as she starts kissing all over it. “one more..” she rasps out and slides her hands underneath your shirt. she starts to claw your back a few times, whining into your neck when you try to push her away. “kate, please.” you grunt and pull back, nearly falling off of the edge of the bed.

her face is the same one as earlier. her big, pretty blue eyes going soft and her lips pouting. she looks like a sad puppy and you hate it. you hate how you can’t say no to it. “just one more! this is the last one and i’ll sleep, i swear.” kate spits out and tilts her head to the side. she yawns, her eyes getting watery and now you know that it’s basically over for you. “i can’t.” you mutter. “yes, you can. it’s just one more kiss, babe. please?!”

“all you have to do is give me one, and i’ll sleep!”

“you say this all the time! you’re gonna say that you’ll ‘sleep after’ but the second my lips land on yours, you’re gonna act like an animal.”

“that’s not true.”

“oh, yeah? watch.”

you cup her cheeks and she grabs your waist gently, your lips going in for one quick one. when she feels how warm you are and how much you’re trying to really prove a point, she just helps your claim anyways. kate’s lips are against yours again, kissing hungrily.

i mean, she’s practically eating away at your face.

[0jiro]

Im sorry not sorry but genuinely

If you believe all of Christianity is a cult, you are not inclusive. Any religion can become a cult. People who hate Christianity/catholicism always use the same 3 excuses.

"its transphobic"( has nothing about being trans in it. that is the way SOME use it to excuse)

"its homophobic, man shall not lie with man as he does woman" WROOOOOONG its man shall not lie with BOY and again, same as before

or just using the bad parts of its actions.

You all constantly voice positivity for other queers apart Abrahamic religions, but when its Christians you exclude us to hell and back.

It's so frustrating. Im so fucking sick of it. so, my name is Alamo. Im a 16 year old trans boy, i am polyam and gay with 2 partners, i am mixed rroma and mexican with my patron saint being saint sara-la-kâli. I see ny religion being intertwined with ny queerness and my race.

l'm so tired of seeing things IN THE CHRISTIANITY TAG like " all Christians should die" and " Christianity is a cult" For gods sake you cannot claim to be inclusive of all good-faith queers if you excluded us.

[quantum1mmortality]

Jamil Jamil, hes our man! (🍋Jamil x gn!reader🍋)

Okay so this is a belated birthday gift for my beloved boyfriend <<333

I mainly based the things reader says and does over things he'd personally do but I did want to post this on here so he could read it anytime

♧CW: reader is referred to with they/them but is fem bodied, smut and comfort, probably ooc jamil bc we love it when he's soft, first time sex, reader is dealing with a lot of shit fuck and jamil Is so sweet such husband, unsafe sex, its premarital too, jamil has big pp energy so he absolutely has a big pp here, he doesn't know how to use it tho pls help this man, bath sex and cockwarming near the end btw, smut smut smut oh so smutty we love him!!!!!! Also jamil cums inside?? Idk I might do that ig we'll see LMAO, oh also pet names, oh so many pet names bc me and my boyfriend use them on eachother all the time

♤!!ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS FIC ARE 18+!!♤

♤NOT PROOFREAD yall ever proofread a smut??? Its embarrassing. Im not doing that.

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♧ it had been one hell of a week.

Everything that could possibly go wrong, went wrong. Grim was sick beyond belief, no amount of tuna could help him stomach anything. You TRIED to buy more paper towels and better probiotics for him from Sam's shop, but you couldn't afford them because Crowley wasn't paying you enough.

Speaking of Crowley, he had to cut back on your paychecks because the school was putting out too much money for the overblots.

Ace and Deuce were over at ramshackle to help get things fixed up, but the ghosts decided that wasn't a good idea. They started throwing everything around, and one of them hit deuce in the head with a spare candlestick on accident. He wasn't okay, to say the least.

Not only that, but in Crewels class, you weren't paired up with your beloved boyfriend, Jamil! Crewel decided to pair you up with Sebek, and his loud yelling made you lose focus and fuck up the potion, earning a really bad scold from both Sebek, AND Crewel.

But luckily, it was Friday. After school. And you wanted some comfort. And what better way to get that from Jamil himself? Going to the mirror chamber, you get teleported to Scarabia.

Knocking on the door, you're greeted with the ball of sunshine of NRC, the Scarabia housewarden himself. "Hey you! I've been hoping you'd swing by, Jamil seems a little down, think you can cheer him up?" Seems like he's in the same position. No worries, you guys are always help eachother through bad times. Having kalim escort you throughout the halls, you're infront of his door, Jamils door.

Knocking on the door, Kalim yells out to him, "hey Jamil! Your s/o is here! They wanna hang out with you!" He leans on the door, ear pressed against it as you do the same. You can hear jamil yawn from the other side, seems as though he just woke up.

"Come in." He says. Kalim bids his farewell as you open the door to see your beloved. "Ah, my love, I've been hoping you'd come by." He said with a smile as he stood up from his desk. "Jamil! I'm so glad you're here, I heard from Kalim that you were upset.. are you okay?" "I'm more worried about you, dear. You've had quite the week. I've been worrying about you, thats all."

He walks over to his closet and pulls out a stick of incense. Lighting it up and putting it in a holder, he begins to walk over to you. "How are you doing? Are you okay?" He asks as he takes your hands and leads you to sit on his bed, sitting next to you after. You start to twiddle your thumbs, something he picked up that you did when you were nervous.

"I'm just.. I'm so tired... mentally, physically, everything hurts.." you say as you begin to shed tears. Jamil lightly cups your face with one hand and takes your hands in his empty one. He leaves Featherlite kisses on you cheeks as your tears start to spill, he places a soft kiss on your lips before speaking. "Honey, I know this is hard, okay? But im here whenever you need me. I'll always be here, no matter what. You're such an amazing person, everything about you entices me. You're so beautiful, and smart- and I just can't stand seeing you upset. You're so amazing, you don't deserve to feel like this, but im here for you. Always."

Looking into his eyes show nothing but love. He slowly leans in to kiss your lips. Its soft, and sweet. Perfect for him, his lips are so soft against yours. After a few seconds, he pulls away, letting a string of saliva connect the two of you as he places his forehead against yours. "I love you, never forget that." He says, placing another soft kiss on your lips.

"I love you too." You say, deepening the kiss. You begin to nibble on his lower lip, asking for permission and when he gives you it, you slip your tongue in. His mouth is sweet, warm, comforting. You just couldn't help but want more.

You can tell he was getting excited. He usually does when the two of you make out, but he doesn't say anything most of the time. He just excuses himself and takes care of it, coming back like nothing happened. But, what if you just, took it further this time? I mean, Jamil was such an amazing boyfriend, who else would you want to take your first? You knew he was a virgin too, though you have talked about sex in the past with him you couldn't help but notice how shy he'd get when you got too close.

Taking the initiative, you place your palm on his growing bulge, just to earn a surprised grunt from Jamil, followed with him pulling away from the kiss and halting your movements by holding your wrist. "(Y/n).. what are you doing? I mean, I know what you're doing, but are you sure nows a good time? I mean, like, I want to do this, I do, but, you're upset.. you're vulnerable.. I dont want to take advantage of that. I want you to be in the right mindset for this.. thats all." He looks at you with genuine concern in his eyes, but deep down you can see a hint of lost aswell.

"Jamil.. please, I need you. I've wanted this for so long and I just need a stress reliever.. please, you're the only one who can make me feel better.." tears start to form in your eyes out of sexual frustration. Cant someone just want to be dicked down by their boyfriend in peace? Apparently not in this economy.

Jamil takes a second to think, hand still cupping your face as he avoids looking you in the eye. Looking back at you, he begins to speak. "I just don't want you to think im taking advantage of your vulnerability. So, tell me you want this, and I'll give you everything I have. Promise." He says as he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

"I want this, I want you Jamil." You say with a nod. A smile shows on his face as he stands up and walks to his bathroom. Coming back after a few moments, he has some things in his hands. "I have condoms and stuff, but if you want to we can do it raw and have you take plan b in the morning? Whatever you want dear, im fine with whatever." Taking a minute to scan everything over, you answer. "Raw. Raw is better. Cum inside me too. Please." Blunt. Jamil got so red from you saying that, he starts tripping over his words, which puts a smile on your face.

"Are you sure? Like, SERIOUSLY, are you sure?? I'm just, I-I'm flattered, really, but we don't have to do this, im okay with wearing condoms, or not doing anything at all!" Jamil says as he avoids looking you in the eyes again. Instead of answering with words, you just answer by kissing him, interlocking your fingers with his, giving them a tight yet gentle squeeze. He seems to take the hint and goes back to the bathroom with everything in hand, putting it away.

He comes back looking as red as a tomato as he walks to the bed and sits next to you. Turning to you, you're able to finally be able to catch his lips into a sweet kiss again. This one getting heated quickly with your tongues dancing in a matter of seconds. You begin to take his jacket off as he slowly unbuttons your dress shirt, leaving enough open so he can begin touching your exposed skin. Slipping of his shirt, you begin to touch his chest, reveling in how toned his stomach is.

He begins to slip off your panties with one hand while the other touches the plush of your thighs. Taking the undergarments off and throwing them somewhere in the room, the takes his middle and ring finger and begins to grab slick while unintentionally brushing up against your clit, earning a loud, unexpected moan from you. He begins to push his fingers into your entrance while kissing you, swallowing and hushing your moans.

As he begins to pump his two fingers in and out of you, he takes his thumb and begins to stimulate your clit, which makes you scream his name whilst breaking your kiss. "Shhh honey, I know you like it, but we must be quiet, we don't want anyone intruding, do we?" He says with a tease in his voice as he begins sucking hickeys on your neck in private places. You still have school after all, he wouldn't want you to get in trouble.

With all of the stimulation, you can quite quickly. How couldn't you? Jamil had two fingers inside you, scissoring and curling while his thumb was rubbing circles on you clit. Coming down from your high, you take steady breaths as Jamil begins to unbuckle his belt, taking his pants and boxers off in one go.

Placing one hand on your hip as his other aligns his long, stiff member with your entrance, he looks into your eyes with nothing bit pure love. "If you ever feel uncomfortable, or want to switch positions, or stop or anything during this, just bite my ear okay? And im not saying nibble, im saying full on bite. I dont give a shit if you draw blood i just want you to be comfortable and happy, okay?" Nodding your head in anticipation, he kisses you as he slowly sinks his member into you.

It hurts. The pain is indescribable, but it quickly morphs into pleasure as he sinks in more. Jamil begins to groan, softly saying under his breath how tight you are, how you're taking him so well, how beautiful you look. Spoonfeeding you praise after praise as he reaches you deepest ends of you.

Finally bottoming out, he hugs your waist, kissing your neck softly. "Tell me when I can move, love." Waiting a minute or two to be adjusted to his size, you speak up. "You can move now." And with that, he begins to thrust in and out of you. Choked moans fill the room from you both as he tries to find a steady pace.

Jamil begins to lean down to your ear, praising how good you feel, telling you how amazing you are and telling you how lucky he is to have you. As he begins to thrust harder and deeper, he begins to kiss you. Its more teeth and tongue than anything, you're both acting like starved beasts who haven't eaten in days.

As Jamil experimentally pulls out and slams his cock back into you, the both of you groan loudly, realizing that he hit your g-spot. As he continues to go in and out of you at a rapid, yet somehow soft pace, you begin to feel his cock twitch inside of you.

Leaning to your ear, he praises you more. "My love, you're making me feel so good. I know you already said I could, but will you please give me permission to cum inside you? You make me feel so amazing, I need you so bad." He says as you moan his name again, not caring who'll hear anymore. Nodding as permission, he releases he load into you, making a few deep thrusts so you cum aswell.

Laying together to catch your breaths, Jamil slowly pulls out, watching as your body twitches from being empty. Going into his bathroom again, he grabs two waters and some sweets for you. "Eat up. You lost a lot of energy just now. I'll go and run a bath for us."

Once you're finished with your snacks and water, Jamil carries you bridal style to the bathroom. Placing you in the bath first, he climbs in after you. He then snakes his arms around your waist and pulls you into his lap. As he begins to wash you up, shampooing your hair and putting bodywash on you, your hands find their way back to his semi hardened member. Jamil practically chokes on his moan as you begin to stroke him, running your finger up and down his shaft.

He looks at you with confusion, earning a small chuckle from you. "One more round? Please?" You say, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He let's out a sigh, picking you up by the waist and slowly sinking you down on his now hardened cock. Getting into a position where your face is buried in his chest, you're content with not moving and just staying as is.

As he begins to wash you more, barely moving his hips as his one hand grips your waist, he starts to kiss more marks into your neck again. "My love, you've sparked something in me. Now im not sure if I can stop after 'one more round'," he practically growls in your ear. This may have been one long week, but this was going to be an even longer night.

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[prettysc3neg1rl]

im geniunely so tired of ads, ads ads ads everywhere, no i dont want your product, im happy how i am, i bought my media, do not intrude on it, this is why i pirate music, its the only fucking way that i can listen to my stuff without either oweing money or fucking being intruded on, its sick and its fucked up, im so tired of these fucking billionares always looking to get their next billion, everything just has to make money

i remember when bill gates and microsoft worked on projects not just for money but for the love of computing, i used to be a devout windows user, but microsofts absolute bullshit pushed me over the fucking edge. In 2018 when I built my first computer, I purchased a copy of Windows 10 for a grand total of $120 USD. That copy came with a promise of an up to date, reliable, and functional operating system. 6 years later in 2024, I struggle to even think those things in the same thought as any Microsoft product let alone windows. Over the years I have watched their piece od shit operating system grow into a bloated, buggy, ad ridden piece of junk that I wouldn't even begin to call usable.

i was watching elf with my family last night, a movie my mother bought and has owned for years, there was a fucking ad, do we not own media anymore? i want to OWN things, i bought it, stop vandalising it

we need to stop taking bullshit from people, stop buying these things, we dont have to put up with this, pirate media, protest online, kill ceos, this is not just an annoyance anymore, this is a fucking outrage.

[the-fat-raccoon]

🌌 astro-gnomey Follow

Some of you don't want to hear it but at some point we're going to HAVE to acknowledge the effects of storm sorcerers (and keiromancy as a whole) on the environment. The wizard council has been pushing for regulations on these practices for years due to its large ecological effect on the realm, and yet it still stays unregulated because of misinformed petitioners who insist on preserve this harmful practice.

x x x

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hey ops ex here. they literally went through my family's tome of spells and destroyed every page that contained keiromancy. spells that were in my family since the Wizardry Renaissance, that saved towns from floods and droughts alike, are now lost to time and space

also as people in the notes pointed out all of those links are blatant misinformation that ignores what storm sorcerers have done to protect not only their local communities but the environment as a whole for centuries, and the people who spread this information are the exact same people who advocated to repeal the wishing star protection act.

hating keiromancy has always been a distraction so astrological mages can push for more unsafe practices in their own field. don't let them lie about their intent, and don't let the wizard council rush the process to earn an astromage liscense.

🪄 tradmage12 Follow

Being from a family of storm sorcerers puts a direct line from you to the Great Calamity that wiped out our magic for a millenia. You deserve to lose that tome and every last spark of magic in you.

🌬 420haz3it Follow

what

🌬 420haz3it Follow

theres no way youre serious. you dont actually believe that.

🪄 tradmage12 Follow

We all know it, the Great Calamity would have never happened if the sorcerer faction had listened to the wizard councils orders and steered clear of dragon hunting. But they didn't listen, and everyone suffered because of it. Don't act like there's no reason to not trust your kind with their own practices. You just can't help yourselves.

🌌 astro-gnomey Follow

I leave for the Berry Harvest and come back to this mess, really funny how you'll mention me taking action against your family's evil dark spells but don't mention that you only dated me for your weird gnomeplay fantasies. Also pay attention to the language used, very Anti Mage rhetoric being spread. What else would you expect of a storm sorcerer, of course they want to keep their powers, I'm going to shut off reblogs if people in the notes cant see how they're being manipulated by keiromancers. Quit trying to be 'progressive' when you just want to keep ruining the course of nature and keep down the mage class.

🌬 420haz3it Follow

get me off this fucking lichsite. there is no 'anti mage rhetoric', that's not a fucking thing. mages aren't some repressed class no matter how much you want to pretend that, they haven't had to deal with magical restrictions since before the great calamity even happened, meanwhile sorcerers to this day are still fighting to be seen as magical equals.

and while im at it 'keiromancers' is a made up term to put all weather magic users under one umbrella, as if forms of keiromancy arent so diverse amongst the realms that you cant even begin to compare them. it is not the same as saying necromancers. dont even start that bs.

also, gnomeplay is perfectly normal and acceptable between consenting partners, which we were, so idek why you bring that up. if i as a half elf want to have gnome partners theres literally no issue with that, youre mad because gneillielle has a more bountiful gourd harvest and far more whimsical tunes than you ever brought to our relationship.

storm sorcerers have done nothing wrong, you're the problem.

perhaps some shadow work could unlodge the staff youve got stuck up your cap and you could see the filthy fuckign system youre supporting as an astromage, im sick and tired of this.

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op starts posting untagged wizard council x reader failed abjuration content in a year btw

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[htelover24]

Curse Breaker pt 1

WARNINGS PLEASE READ: mentions of suicide body dysmorphia sh and depression

A/N: IM BACK and with a series. (Let me know what you think?? (This chapter is kinda a get to know yourself as a character I’m writing BUT billie does come in toward the end so give it a chance)

Reader is immortal and struggling to be completely blunt. Billie moves in next door. Can she help reader feel something again? Is it fate?

22 years and forever to go. You could call me Annie if I had the choice because then It’d be “A day away.” Not a day goes by without at least a desperate attempt. Not a minute passes without the thought ricocheting through my head. I still can’t quite get a grip on the mystery I call my life. Maybe I’m already dead. I like to think that way but I want nothing more than to believe it.

Truth be told I can’t fucking die, and trust me I’ve tried. Not a damn thing works. At least I can say all hope is dead kinda wish it was me though.

If you’re asking why I’d want to die at such a young age, ask that to 13 year old you on the bathroom floor with the blade in one hand and 11 pills in the other. I’m tired of that question my therapist asks it enough.

Speaking of therapy what’s the point. You’re talking to someone to help you, yet you’re $150 short once you leave. It’s really belittling to know you’re just their source of income isn’t it. It’s not even like you tell the truth first few sessions but they’re still getting paid to listen to your lies. Absolute bullshit.

My thoughts are track racing again challenger one being denial and the other being reality there’s no draw yet neither of them win but neither one excepting the loss thus a rematch. You’d think they’d give up right?…… Yeah me too.

Just as the 7th race finishes my alarm goes off if you were wondering denial won, he pushed reality down and stopped him out. What did you expect he can’t expect anything and definitely not defeat.

I look around my room adjusting my eyes to the familiar interior. I scoot out of bed, legs feeling flimsy from the lack of holding up my weight for 8 hours. I stutter over to my bathroom feeling incredibly sick from the failed attempt at poisoning myself overnight. I was hoping I’d die in my sleep, but like always I wake up with the unjust consequences of my actions.

I look in the mirror at my disarrayed reflection. I’ve got dried spit smudge at the side of my mouth, eye crush built up along my tear ducts, and hair disheveled knots engulfing my hair tie making it almost invisible.

A heavy sigh slips passed my lips as I turn on the water to my shower. Stepping in feeling the warmth of the water trickling down my skin reminding me of the same sensation of my blanket, just missing the gentle mattress. I put the stopper in the drain and watched as the water rouse filling my tub.

Attempt one.

I lay down flat on my back and let out all the air from my lungs before dunking my head completely submerging myself in the water.

My body doesn’t panic and my mind is loaded with the absence of thought. When my chest feels like it’s been pinched, picked at, compressed, and dismantled I inhale the water around me. My eyes widened at the familiar feeling of guilt and agonizing thick blurred pain in my lungs. I can clearly make out the shape of my lungs as they feel the heaviest in my body. I feel them rest on my vertebrae as my heart loses its steady tempo, both quickening and slowing. My skin feels like it’s being bitten all over and injected with venom. My eyes go droopy and my body begins to sink onto the marble shell of my tub. My heart completely stops but my brain still very conscious.

I’d failed again.

After a few hours I finally gain feeling back in my body. I sit up very slowly looking down at my flory reflection in the water.

How come it never works out. Whether it’s my life or my failed attempts to get rid of it. It all goes to shit. It sucks because apparently life is precious but at what cost does it keep its value. Does my mental health have to deplete for me to still be of worth to anyone? Do I have to suffer to uplift the value of others? It’s unfair. It’s either the world is fucked up or…….. it’s me. I know if I dwell on it too much I’ll drown again just in the counter narrative of my mind. “Whatever”… Is the only thing I can say to keep myself from breaking.

I unclog the drain watching the water spiral down reminding me a lot of myself. I stand up a bit unsteady from well you know….. drowning, and turn my shower head back on. I grab my soap and froth up my sponge.

I bring my sponge to the skin of my arm smoothly lathering myself in a layer of soap. Before I know it I’m completely covered…. So why do I still feel so gross.

I look down at my body seeing every out of place lump, dip, and curve. They begin at my shoulders and the whole length down to my feet. I scrub at the skin of my arm harshly practically scraping at it hoping to get rid of these imperfections. My hands race down to my stomach and I snatch pinch and scrub I scrub until I’m red and bleeding. I can’t stop my hands from traveling all over my body working to destroy what I see as an enemy.

My body feels like it’s been raked before I finally put my sponge down….. At least I’m clean right?

I step out the shower not bothering with drying off I look in my foggy mirror not being able to make out my features, but from what I can see I look like a silhouette of pink and red splotches. Darker in the area I’m most disgusted with.

I walk over to my closet and pick an outfit to lounge in and won’t be uncomfortable after a few more attempts at taking my life. I put my hair in a messy bun with a few strands that didn’t quite make it in leaking out the hair tie.

I walk over to my nightstand and pick up the bottle of Ondansetron and down 16 of them.

Attempt 2

After a few hours I feel the overdosage take over. My face feels like it’s being rearranged, as well as my organs. I get up to go drink some water before I-

DING DONG.

I haven’t had a visitor at my door in weeks who could possibly be at my house, and at such a bad time. I walk over to the door looking through the peep hole. I see the most magnificent blonde woman at my door holding what looks to be a pumpkin pie with a bizarre purple color to it, though that can always just be the overdose defects.

I open the door and she smiles.

“Hey I’m billie the new neighbor thought I’d introduce myself instead of just being a stranger you know?”

Her smile begins to drop along with my body to the floor.

No fucking way I just died in front of her. The hottest woman to ever interact with me just saw me die. This is so fucked.

“Holy Shit.” Is the last thing I hear before going unconscious.

[tamorax]

This is a bit of a rant about the title "rex lapis" and english localizers. It's not well written. It's a rant and i do get angry and mildly personal. Also sorry this is what i post after so long of nothing.

Idk about anyone else but i have always felt weird about say "rex lapis" , it always felt like it didnt fit right and in a way ive grown to tolerate it more and even be comfortable with it.

However

Can we fucking talk about genshins english localizers butchering liyue characters.

For a long while now ive learned that "rex lapis" is not his title. Its "Yanwang Dijun" and ive slowly been replacing his localized title with his real one ever since.

Honestly? Im sick and tired of targeted prejudice against chinese people, their cultures and their languages.

They didn't need to replace his title. It's not hard to pronounce. It's easier than the correct pronunciation of the name "zhongli". They kept "Raiden Shogun" and "Musou no Hitotachi" and just about every other name i believe thats in another language. Even in sumeru and natlan. I can't even begin to understand how to pronounce the names and stuff from natlan. Not that I don't try ofc but I don't think I've seen words like that before natlan in my life.

To be honest at first i thought "rex lapis" was a deliberate choice on hoyos side. Nope it was literally just the localizers being racist and sinophobic.

Its not just with zhongli either

Gaming or "Jiaming" which is his real name (literally no reason to change it to gaming. Especially when its going to be seen as a different word in english)

Speaking of Jiaming theres his fucked voicelines where he goes "alley-oop" in the localization. Not even close to what he actually says.

Or or or Xianyuns "Fiddlesticks" now granted that one is a hard one to translate because as far as im aware it doesnt have a direct translation, there is no word in english that matches it. But they seriously could have done better here.

I could go on and on (dont even get me started on that one npc outside wanmin restaurant) but i think you get my point.

The localizers are terrible in general especially with trying to add weird and cringey slang and i honestly wish they would learn to do their jobs properly

And maybe I'm biased because I'm Chinese myself and am more perceptive of prejudice towards anything chinese related, but i honestly dont know where else, what other nation has this many of this kind of fuck ups.

I mean there was that one thing in sumeru, the um, black cake things idr what they are, and paimon hating them and i know people got upset about that, and personally i think thats a pretty fair reaction, i also felt hesitant about them, but also i could list dozens of real chinese foods that i would react the same way to so....

Anyway they didnt change the name for the mechanism in fontaine (you know the one im not gonna try to spell it from memory)

Or ventis/barbatos lyre, or any of fischls nonsense.

So why are the liyue characters, and especially liyues title for their archon that they call him OUT OF RESPECT and not even difficult to say, replaced and butchered so damn much. Even the fan wiki tries to justify it by saying it is "thematically tied".

And its even more weird because on xiaohongshu (rednote) nearly all his fans over there call him by his title. Of "Yanwang Dijun" and you can tell even if its translated that they are doing that. Even real people from china call him by his title, like you would think they'd keep it instead of using a fucking latin replacement.

Sorry if im a bit angry, i am angry. I try not to talk about such things too much because i hate getting into drama

But this infuriates me the more i learn and think about it. All the time and effort people put into researching the other nations, but dont even bat an eye at the lies they are being given about liyue. Lies fed to them from the fucking english localizers. But no one cares because its liyue and liyue is "based on china and china is bad". I can't stand it. I cant stand the hypocrisy and double standards. And zhonglis title is not the first thing to make me reach a boiling point over sinophobia, but for some reason it hurts even more because its over him.

Growing up in america i never really had much of an opinion of china, and didnt know much about it. i even lied to people and said i was japanese a few times, believed the american propaganda about china. But a couple years before genshin came out i started watching cdramas out of boredom . That piqued my interest more. Then i got into genshin and liyue and zhongli were such a huge push for me to learn and discover and appreciate the cultures and people i should have grown up in and around. Helped me accept being chinese and is a huge influence on why and what i chose to be my new name.

So seeing the way people purposefully replace the chinese aspects of things and knowing why when they do it just hurts so fucking much now that ive come to embrace these things more.

Theres so much i could say about this stuff but honestly im tired, and it would simply take too long...

So I'll end it here. If youve made it this far all i can really do is ask that you try to double check and fact check what you think you know about chinese culture and liyue. Please use the correct original versions of things when you can. I know most people won't since the english localization is treated as canon, and its not as if im going to get mad at each individual fan for not knowing, but if you do at least know that you have my sincere appreciation every time you do. Im not religious (unless you count zhongli and my shrine for him) but may blessings and good fortune find you every time you say "Yanwang Dijun" or "Yanwang Ye" instead of "Rex Lapis".

Thank you.

[our-queer-experience]

I wanna know what you think of all the current stuff happening with the CEO and transphobia on here? I, personally, used to see the Internet as a safe place for queer people and weirdos, but with things like Kosa and transmisgony seemingly spreading like the plague on the internet I don't feel the same safety once did online.

I just wanted your opinion, and thank you for answering, or if you don't answer still thank you for running this blog.

i answered with my original thoughts here, but since then i’ve considered making an alt account on cohost because so many people on here seem to be leaving. i plan to stay because, besides cohost, idk where i can do what i’m doing now. considering i tried twitter earlier this year(biggest mistake of my life) idk where else i would go? this still seems like the best option for me.

i do think it fucking SUCKS that the one website i felt like i was comfortable with having a larger account with some influance without it blowing up in my face is still pretty damn similar to places like twitter. but also, as someone who was on there and got suspended for having the word trans in my bio when i made my first account, i’m also aware that while its shit here it could be a lot worse.

since the whole twitter refugee thing, i’ve noticed a lot more radfems and gender criticals popping up and a noticeable uptick in harassment. a part of me doesn’t want to leave and give up this website to those people and give them another foot in the door where they’re the majority and get to control the online image of trans people, but i’m also tired. im tired of blocking hundreds of people so i don’t get suicide baited and threatened every day of my life. i’m tired of watching trans women get banned for the crime of showing their face, i’m sick of watching trans men erased and mocked, i’m sick of trans people in general always facing the brunt of problems on this website.

HOPEFULLY cohost will be better. it’ll be a few days before i can activate a sideblog, but my plan is to slightly shift over to where there seems to be a better environment

[captainimprobable]

ok look ive been like. really good at avoiding crashing out considering. everything. but if youll allow me just a little baby crashout id appreciate it!

my life is a joke lmaooo my medication no longer works. Which means my narcolepsy has become incredibly disabling. I feel sick almost every day, I take 2-3 naps a day, I can only drive at certain times, I can't really have a social life anymore, and I had to cut down on hours at work which means im working 12 a week. 12. A week. I am making minimum wage.

Do you know how much money that is? It's a very small amount. Once I get certified as a barista, I'll make, wait for it...a whole extra dollar an hour. It can take A YEAR to get certified. And the process requires traveling to the city at least 3 times, unpaid, taking a two hour class, doing a written exam, and multiple practicals. All this. For a single extra dollar. Meanwhile, I'll be DOING ALL THE BARISTA WORK. But I can't get the extra buck until im OFFICIALLY certified.

And it just hit me today, as I was taking the ridiculously difficult written exam, how humiliating and dehumanizing this is.

I am 31 fucking years old. THIRTY ONE. And this is my life. I'm living in my childhood bedroom, in a borderline toxic environment, in the neighborhood that has made me feel like shit since I was a kid, isolated from the world bc I have a total of one friend still living here too.

I feel like I've been running on a treadmill through molasses for years. Since I'm only working two days right now, the other days of the week are now dedicated to content creation, which I've claimed as my second part time job. The payoff for this is almost nothing. Right now I'm making about the same amount in a month as I am in a day at the coffee shop. I feel like a loser. I feel like a failure. I feel like I did something wrong, I feel like there has to be a way for me to get rid of the life i have and trade it for another one, but there isn't. And I've been so good. I've been so positive. Even though I feel like shit every day I've been working my ass off for tiktok and literally anything i need to do. But my savings are almost gone because I got into a car accident and had to fix the car. I have a lot of great things in my life but I don't WANT to downplay everything, I don't WANT to be positive, I want to be allowed to admit that things suck SHIT right now and ITS NOT FUCKING FAIR. I hate myself, I hate who I am, I hate this sick person who is always STUPID from brain fog, I hate this dumb bitch who can't stay awake for long enough to go out with friends. I hate this jackass who has to seriously consider if it's ok for me to get a book I've been wanting for a YEAR because it costs money. I hate that I need to take my cat to the vet for her yearly checkup and I've been avoiding it because there goes more of my savings.

I hate working retail. I hate being treated like a robot NPC every day for nothing. I hate that I had so many plans for my future and now they're all impossible because I have the TOO SLEEPY DISEASE. I hate spending every day in bed, and not feeling good enough for anyone in my life because I don't really have one. I hate that I graduated college NINE YEARS AGO and I still don't have a full time job and I still live at home and I STILL CAN'T FUCKING SUPPORT MYSELF. WHEN AM I GOING TO BE ALLOWED TO START MY LIFE? WHEN IS IT GONNA BE MY TURN???? WHAT DID I DO WRONG???? I have to go to sleep soon to be up at 6am for my job and I don't know how I can walk in there tomorrow feeling the way I do. But what choice to I have? I need the miniscule amount of money it's going to give me. I'M SO ANGRY and I'm tired of being jealous of everyone else and I'm sick of being depressed and anxious and I don't understand what the point even is right now!!!!!! What is all this for??? I'm not making enough to save up, and my new meds won't come in for months...so what am i working towards??? ANYTHING???? Am I going to be here forever????? i want to run to the middle of the street and scream but you know what? i dont even have the fucking energy. maybe tomorrow ill pretend this isnt bothering me again. maybe ill pretend to be fine because what other choice do i have? so this is my single allotted breakdown. thank you for joining me.

[satoverse]

▪︎Summary: Y/n sure likes to keep a lot of secrets to her friends but to the day has finally come and her secrets are exposed will they abandon her or will they stay.

WARNING: mafia!au, non-jujutsu sorcerers!au, modern day!au, angst, mentions of sexual conversations here and there, smut(at some point), TW!mentions of alcohol, fighting, blood, knives, guns, mentions of violence, brainwashed reader(at some point)

PART 1

Vengeance...Blood...Kill..

And with those three words all i could think of was the blood gushing out of their bodies, watching them die mercily...

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Having to hide such a huge secret is not the easiest thing a human being can achieve to do. Sure, it is easy to hide the fact that you kissed or had sex with your toxic ex to your friends, or hiding the fact that having a massive crush on them is easy again. You see these are all easy secret to hide it from them, but being the boss to one of the most dangerous mafias that has ever existed sure is easy..right?

"Stop sleeping and get up you lazy ass." she says as she flicks my forehead, slowly opening my eyes to look over to my side only to see Nobara looking down at me with her hands crossed. "First of ouch..secondly why should I? I barely got sleep last night." I turn my back at her covering myself from head to toe with the blanke trying to fall back asleep, only to feel the cold air hit my body "Oh shut up it is not my fault you stayed with that damned phone all night plus we promised Shoko and Utahime that we would help them painting their house."

I groan in annoyance as i kick my feet to the mattress "Cant you just go alone and tell 'em that i got sick or something? Noba...I really dont wanna go i feel really tired." and with that guilt washed all over me seeing her looking at me with those disappointed eyes. Turning around to leave my room she stops at the doorstep "You know... oh forget it its not even worth saying you'll always make up excuses again." and with that i watch her leave my room only after a couple of seconds to hear the front door forcefully getting shut. I sigh as i get up from my bed sitting down and looking at the floor 'if only i could tell..if only...'

Truth is I was up all night trying to find the location of Ryomen Sukuna. An infamous mafia leader that has been wanted for years, searching for him is not that easy since...well lets just say he has his own old ways. I get up once again walking towards the bathroom to brush my teeth and do my little sincare morning routine and apply some light make up. I walk back to my room going towards my closet to grab a plain white crop top, some old sweatpants and a jacket. I grab my hat and sunglasses looking at myself once again in the mirror in my living room and then i head out.

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...Ring....Ring...Ring...

'Meet me at _____ in 20 minutes'

I look down to my watch only to see more than 20 minutes have passed "Where the hell is he? Whats taking him so long?". As im about to pull out the flip phone to call him he appears, only to see him breathing heavily with sweat dripping down his forehead to his neck. "Jesus fucking Christ were the hell where you that you had to run." I watch him sit down on of the empty chairs in the room as he waves at me away with his hand, only for me to chuckle at his action. "You literally called a last minute meeting in the middle of fucking NOWHERE and on top of THAT ITS ON THE 50TH FUCKING FLOOR and MIND YOU the elevator does NOT work." I laugh at his sudden tantrum as at the same time I make myself comfortable on the chair that is on the opposite direction of him "Damn it sure is pleasing to see a quiet person throw a whole tantrum about some stairs." He shot at me a death glare as i simply chuckle it away... "Now let's begin shall we..."

After 'bout an hour or so we both grunt to the feeling of disappointment. "This is just so frustrating I FUCKING HATE HIM!" and within seconds the chair has ended up on the other side of the room. He just looks at me unamused as he slightly rolls his eyes "Calm down." thats the only sentence that comes out of his mouth 'damn he went quiet again..' i thought to myself. I go over where the chair is grabing it and bring it close to the table and sit on it. "You know this is just hell for me we will never going to find him or the last remaining antique."

I place my head on the table as i sigh deeply, only to feel big hands on my shoulders to slowly massage them.He looks down at my exposed neck, leaning down to it close to my ear only to whisper.. "Calm down." ...again. He softly pecks the back of my neck as I lean in on his touch of his softly lips, I sigh once again and lean back up to push him away slowly. "Let's just call it a day its already 2pm I need to get back." He crosses his arms as he looks down at me with a raised eyebrow "something happened?". I turn around to look at him with a slight pouty face "Nobara got mad at me again because i bailed on our plans...again and Shoko and Utahime are also probably mad at me too." He just stares at me for a couple of seconds and just shakes his head, "Go ill take care of everything."

My face lits up and i go over to him on tip toes to give him a big hug "You are the best, this is why you are my right hand man." and with that i quickly get out of the room and make my way towards Shoko's house.

...Ring...Ring...Ring...Ring...

'The number you have called is not available at th-'

'sigh...what have i done'

As im walking down the street i notice a bakery, thinking to myself 'since i made them mad i might as well make it up to them'.I go into the shop and look around only to leave the shop with a bunch of sweets in my hands, "Damn they sure will love this..specially Satoru." i chuckle to myself and make my way again towards the house. Walking in narrow alleys sure its a bit scary when you're alone but its even scarier when someone is following, and by someone meaning an enemy.

I cut out routes passing through old buildings, in order for him not to follow me to my friends house I quickly make my way towards and old looking house getting and setting the bags down. I hide behind a wall waiting for him to get lured by my trap and once they are in i quietly and quickly headlock him placing a hand over their mouth. He grabs me by the hands and rolls me over to the ground taking a knife out he tries to knife me in the heart but i quickly roll over, get up and forcefully kick the knife out of his hand with my leg. I grab it and place it over his neck, slowly walking forward for him only to walk backwards, "Who are you and who sent you?" getting amuzed by his scared face, pale face and cold sweat dripping down his forehead.."P-please s-spare m-" ..i give him a smile and with that i slice his neck.

I watch him fall down, gagging trying to get some air only for him to fail as he stops breathing after a couple of minutes. I crouch down at him and grab his shirt to clean the knife. "This is what happens when you dont answer the correct questions that you are being told..now shall we send your boss a quick message?". I cut his shirt off with the knife and i start carving on his body.

'I'll find you'

I clean the knife once again and place it in my pocket making sure to dispose it later. I grab the bags and making my way towards the house once and for good.

After twenty minutes or so i finally arrive at Shoko's house, anxiety slowly building up on my stomach prepared to be yelled at, well...mostly from Utahime. I knock on the door tree time making a quick pause then knocking again two times. The door opens only to be revealed by-

"Utaa...heyy nice to see you" she gave me a glare that sent shiver down my spine "WHERE THE HELL WHERE YOU Y/N I THOUGHT WE PLANED TO-" "i bought sweets" I tell her as i shove the boxes to her face making her to hold them. I get in the house closing the door behind me as I look around taking a big sniff to smell the freshly painted living room. I take my shoes off as i make myself comfortable around "This is a nice apartment i love it" "Thanks took a while to find a nice place like this" Shoko say and as per usual her cigarette never leaving her mouth. I sit down to the floor as the rest of them follow my lead sitting down making a circle.

Utahime places the opened boxes of sweets in the middle so anyone can take as much as they want. "Never thought you'd drop by, your always so "busy" for us and you never stay even if you do its for a short period of time" Nobara says to me while she its a cookie. I drop my head low smiling knowing that those words dont only hurt me but her and the rest of group. "Well-.." "Well what? You always cancel on us saying your vusy yet you never tell us with what, you're always so "mysterious and all that" you weren't like that" Geto says as he cut me off not letting me say a single word. My heart feels shattered I've been so focused of finding Sukuna that i forgot that i also gad a normal life to live and friends that actually do wanna be in my life.

I bring my head up high and give a soft smile "Im sorry I truly am I've been busy with work so much, that I've forgotten about reality, I've working double shifts and I've also work late night shifts so its-" "Don't even worry about that" Gojo says to me while wrapping a hand around my shoulder, looking down at me while giving me a soft smile "We just want you to be happy and healthy nothing else if you need us we will always be by your side" I smile at his kind words as i shove him away while giving him a slap on the shoulder "You corny bitch dont talk to me all lovely like that you just saying that because i got sweets" they all chuckle and giggle at the remark as they all agree with me.

It is nice being like this with everyone I feel like Im finally free like there is nothing stopping me for being with my loved ones...

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Looking down at the the body he laughs hysterical as he takes a picture. "I'll find you huh...adorable." He places his phone back into his pocket and calls out his man telling them to dispose the body. He gets in the backseats of the car telling the drive to drive off. Pulling his phone out he looks at the picture once again chuckling to himself.. "Boss will be entertained with this"