#look at that i can be true to the tag for once

[joudeq]

sukuna x reader

~ strong enough

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sukuna x concubine!reader

tags - oneshot / fluffy sukuna / true form sukuna / x reader / no smut just SICKENING angst and fluff also a kiss at the end

a/n - uh for those of you who saw my deleted fic haha no u didnt (i got nervous)

context - hes been ignoring you for weeks, focusing most of his attention onto his other concubines

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The air is electric, charged with the weight of Sukuna’s presence as he stands before you, his silhouette sharp and commanding under the dim light. His usual arrogance clings to him like a second skin—the way he holds himself, the tilt of his head, the slight curl of his lips that speaks of unchecked power. But there’s something in the way his crimson eyes rest on you tonight. They’re unreadable, and yet, their intensity makes it impossible to look away.

He doesn’t speak immediately. He lets the silence stretch, lets it coil around you both like a predator toying with its prey. When he finally breaks it, his voice is smooth, deep, and cold enough to cut stone. “You know, this is beneath me,” he says, his tone casual, almost bored. But there’s a weight behind it, an edge that suggests something far more serious.

His eyes flicker, just briefly, to your expression, as if gauging your reaction without making it obvious. Then he steps closer, and the space between you seems to shrink under the gravity of his presence. “But I’m here, aren’t I?” he continues, his words measured, calculated. “If that doesn’t tell you enough, maybe you don’t deserve the effort.”

He doesn’t bother to explain himself, doesn’t offer any justification for the rare sight of him lowering himself to address you like this. But the unspoken hangs heavy between you—the memories of the lengths he’s gone for you, the blood he’s spilled, the way his wrath has spared no one except you.

“You can sulk, you can rage,” he says, his tone sharper now, though his expression remains unreadable. “But don’t think for a second you’ll find someone else who would dare cross me the way you have and live to tell about it.”

Sukuna takes a step back, crossing his arms, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly as they lock onto yours. There’s no apology in his words—none that he’ll admit to, at least. But in the tautness of his jaw, in the way he hasn’t left, in the sheer fact that the King of Curses is even acknowledging your ire, there’s a silent message he won’t say aloud.

For a moment, his eyes flicker with something close to frustration, a brief slip that he quickly hides. He crosses his arms, his gaze narrowing in irritation. But there’s an unspoken hesitation in the way he waits for you to respond. His usual impenetrable mask falters slightly, and for a brief second, you catch the faintest glimmer of something… almost vulnerable.

“Tell me,” he suddenly asks, his tone harder now, but there’s an edge of something more petty buried in the words, like a child not getting their way. “What exactly did I do wrong? What’s so unforgivable that I’m here, standing like a fool?” His voice has taken on an unexpected, almost whiny quality toward the end, like he’s trying to hold onto his dignity but can’t quite keep the frustration from seeping through.

His arms drop to his sides, the tension in his posture increasing, his eyes burning into yours, as if daring you to offer an answer that would let him off the hook. But even though he’s trying to maintain his usual cold exterior, his patience is wearing thin, and the subtle flicker of his irritation becomes clearer. He won’t admit it outright, but for once, Sukuna seems to care—at least, enough to make this effort.

You know Sukuna better than most, don't you? You've seen glimpses behind that arrogant facade, the rare moments when he lets his guard down. And maybe, just maybe, that's why you're angry now. Because he's shown you enough to make you crave more, to make you believe that there's something real beneath all the cruelty and sadism.

But he's still Sukuna, the relentless, ruthless force of nature. And he's standing here now, awaiting your response, his patience wearing thin.

So you put him out of his misery.

"You want to know what you did wrong?" you ask, your voice trembling slightly but never losing that underlying strength. "You betrayed me, Sukuna. You betrayed my trust, my feelings..." Your voice cracks, just a little, but you push on. "You treated me like a toy, a plaything, something for you to use and discard as you saw fit."

You step closer, until you're standing right in front of him, your body almost brushing against his. You have to crane your neck to maintain eye contact, but you don't back down. "I'm not just your favorite concubine, Sukuna. I'm not a prize to be won or a possession to be claimed." Your voice is low, intense, filled with a raw, honest emotion that even Sukuna can't ignore.

"And this..." You gesture around at the opulent room, the lavish mansion that surrounds you both. "This isn't enough! Throwing money at a problem doesn't make it go away."

His eyes narrow as the concubine speaks, a muscle in his jaw twitching slightly at the raw emotion in your voice. He listens, really listens, in a way that's rare for the man who sees most people as beneath him. When you finish, he's silent for a long moment, his expression unreadable.

"You think I don't know that?" he asks finally, his voice low and rough with an emotion he rarely allows himself to feel. "You think I don't see the way you look at me, like I'm a monster, a beast that can't be tamed?" He reaches out, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing away the single tear that escapes down your soft skin.

Sukuna's eyes search yours, his gaze intense and consuming. "I'm not a good man, angel. I've done things, terrible things, that you can't even begin to imagine." His voice is low, almost a whisper, and there's a hint of something almost like vulnerability in his tone. "But with you... with you, it's different."

His other hand comes up to cup your other cheek, cradling your face in his large hands.

"I'm... I apologise, my dear. I was merely trying to protect you from myself."

You lean into his touch, despite your anger and hurt, finding a strange comfort in the warmth of his palms against your cheeks. You look up at him, your faces close enough that you can feel his breath on your skin.

"Protect me?" you ask softly, a hint of a sad, incredulous laugh in your voice. "By keeping me in the dark, by shutting me out and pushing me away?" You shake your head slightly, your hair brushing against his hands. "That's not protection, Sukuna. That's fear."

You reach up, your small hands covering his larger ones on your cheeks. You could pull them away, could push him back, but your doesn't. Instead, you hold them there, anchoring yourself to the man you've come to love.

Sukuna's eyes flicker with a complexity of emotions he rarely allows himself to feel. His grip on your cheeks tightens slightly, not enough to hurt, but enough to hold you in place as he grapples with your words. When he speaks, his voice is low and rough, like he's forcing the words out through a clenched throat.

"You think you're ready? You think you can handle the darkness that follows me like a shadow?" There's a harsh edge to his tone, a challenge, but beneath it, a flicker of something almost like fear. Fear of your rejection, of losing the one person who sees beyond the monster to the man beneath.

His thumbs brush over the soft skin of your cheeks, a gesture almost reverent in its gentleness. "I've seen the world burn, angel. I've watched innocent lives be torn apart, all for the sick amusement of lesser beings than myself." His jaw clenches, his eyes hardening at the memories.

"But with you... with you, it's different." He leans in closer, until your foreheads are almost touching, until you can feel the heat of his breath on your lips as he speaks again. "You make me want to be better, to try to be worthy of the faith you have in me." He closes his eyes, just for a moment, a rare show of vulnerability. "But I don't know if I can be, beautiful. I don't know if I'm strong enough to protect you from the darkness in me."

Your heart races as he leans in closer, his words sending a shiver down your spine. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, can see the turmoil swirling in his crimson eyes. It would be easy to get lost in those eyes, to let them consume you, but you know you have to stay strong. For both of them.

You reach up, your hand cupping his cheek, your thumb brushing over the small scar just below his eye. It's a gesture of comfort, of understanding, and perhaps a silent promise. Your voice is soft but filled with conviction as you speak.

"Sukuna, listen to me. I'm not asking you to be perfect." You take a deep breath, your eyes never leaving his. "I'm asking you to be honest, to trust me with the truth of who you are. The good, the bad, and everything in between." You lean in closer, until your lips are a mere breath away from his.

"I love you, Sukuna. All of you."

Sukuna's eyes widen almost imperceptibly at your words, a flicker of something raw and unguarded passing over his face. He's not used to such open, unconditional acceptance. In a world of fear and hatred, your love is a foreign language, one he's struggling to understand but desperate to learn.

He squeezes your hand, his calloused fingers engulfing your softer ones, as if trying to anchor himself to you in the storm of emotions you've stirred up. When he speaks, his voice is low and rough, but there's a new softness to it, a gentleness he's never allowed himself to express before.

"I... I love you too, angel." The words feel foreign on his tongue, clumsy and awkward, but no less true for their awkwardness. "I don't know if I deserve it, but... I'm going to try. I'll try to be the man you think I can be." He leans in, closing the scant distance between them to capture your lips in a kiss that's filled with all the pent-up passion and longing he's kept hidden for so long.

As he kisses you, his arms wrap around you, pulling you close to his hard, muscular body. He pours everything he's feeling into that kiss - his fear, his love, his desperate hope for a future he never dared to dream of before. And he knows, with a bone-deep certainty, that no matter what challenges lie ahead, they'll face them together.

Because in the end, it's not about being perfect. It's about being strong enough to love, flaws and all. And Sukuna, for the first time in his long, bloody life, feels like he might just be strong enough for that.

Strong enough for you.

[whats-that-teacup]

Meissen snowball blossom!!

This caught me at just the wrong time where I’m barely drunk enough to leave a huge rant on a random post but to explain the price tag a little bit - Meissen is one of if not the most notable European porcelain manufacturers, they were the first outside of China to discover hard-paste porcelain!

This design specifically comes from Augustus III, son of Augustus the Strong, who founded the Meissen company after hiring a failed alchemist who was on the run for lying about being able to turn lead to gold. Augustus the Strong decided to put the guy’s skills to use trying to find the secret formula for hard-paste porcelain and wouldn’t ya know it, he succeeded! But anyway the pattern is supposed to represent Augustus III’s love for his wife. I do think this pattern looks like a bunch of teeth and I’m not the biggest fan of it overall, but there is at least some significance to allow these pieces to be this expensive. I highly doubt these are originals from the mid-late 1700s when these pieces would have first been produced, but there’s a chance these were made with the same molds or at the very least in the same factory, which lends a lot of historic significance to the pieces!

The thing about 1700s European design sentiments is they are sometimes pretty garish and over the top. Rococo was in full swing and people just loved putting as many little flowers and swirls and filigrees as they could possibly fit on any given surface… which leads to Teeth Teapot. Unfortunately but true. Anyway feel free to keep thinking this thing looks ugly and is painfully overpriced, I’m inclined to agree and I’m not trying to change anyone’s mind or anything, just sharing some fun history facts since I love learning about Meissen porcelain

And to make up for this unfortunate design I’d like to share an absolutely beautiful Meissen design that I had the pleasure of seeing in person once!! The Swan Service is my favorite porcelain service and it so wonderfully shows how delicate and detail-oriented Meissen pieces can be, *without* the overloaded design of the snow blossom pieces, lol

I did find this one which I'm only going to link to. There are manymany small flowers which I don't think but am cautions of setting off your trypophobia. Also, you're going to die at the price.

https://www.scullyandscully.com/tabletop/china/meissen/dinnerware/meissen-teapot-with-snowball-blossoms.axd?gclid=CjwKCAjwiOCgBhAgEiwAjv5whJtOfTt6c90rXD3Boc3IaDNxALbYjzJgIxlQSEUeMAjEGGSQaH0JgBoCcwQQAvD_BwE

[Image ID: a screenshot of a Scully & Scully listing for a teapot that's covered in gold branches and tiny blue and white flowers. The price is $85,000. End ID]

I was so busy laughing at how hideous this teapot is that I missed the price tag for a solid 30 seconds oh my god one of the reviews says "Timeless piece. Normally I don't splurge like this but I have zero regrets." Splurge?! Splurge!?!? Selena from Beverly Hills what the fuck do you mean you spent more than it costs to go to college for several years on a fucking teapot?! Is that real gold?!?!

[Image ID: lisa Simpson's dinner meme]

[shygirl4991]

More than an ogre Chapter 1

Inspired by He's a prince, and I'm an ogre by @b-r-i-n-g-x Art done by Bringx and @anartisticalniche Designs created by me!

Tag: Slow burn, Shrek movie inspired, action, adventure, comedy, angst,

Summary: SV3 grew up with fairy tales wishing for the day he could be a hero and save a royal from an evil dragon, over time he gave up such wishes after all there is no fairy tale where the ogre is the hero. Till the day a donkey crashed into his swamp changing his world, now the pair must work together to save a prince and get him to a wedding with his true love.

Chapter 1 Just an ogre

Once upon a time a hero on a stead rode off to battle a fire breathing dragon, a princess of legend was trapped in the castle waiting for the day someone would rescue her. Everyone told the hero not to risk his life, his whole village told him that such a risk wouldn't be worth it. Yet his heart told him what he must do, now he had arrived at the big battle. The dragon roared, breathing fire, as the dragon growled at him the hero couldn't help but notice all the corpses of the past knights that had attempted the rescue. He let out a shaky breath as he focused on the end goal, finding his true love. He charged at the dragon with his sword held high ready to slay the beast, the battle went on for hours. The hero was feeling weak, unsure if he could truly beat the dragon until he heard crying.

Knowing his love needed him, the hero’s grip on the sword tightened as he glared at the dragon “FOR MY TRUE LOVE!” With one final charge the hero plunges the sword into the beast chest, with a loud roar the hero pulls the sword cutting the dragon apart. With a loud thud the dragon was dead, the hero smiles brightly as he runs up the stairs ready to be with his true love. Once he opens the door the princess gasps running into his arms, the knight pulls himself away taking the princess hand and giving it a kiss. He pledged himself to the princess ensuring he will never leave her side as long as he lived, the very next day the two were married.                  ----------------------- A fairytale book gets closed by an excited orge, he flips his purple bangs as he hugs the book “AHH! This is so romantic, oh SV3 jr you think someone like me could ever do something like this?” He turns looking at his childhood plush with a soft smile, he pats the book in his hand before putting it away on the shelf next to him. Getting out of the bed he looks at his reflection, frowning at his purple highlights. “Or maybe not…I’m just a normal ogre with a silly name, not like I can be some action hero. I’m just an artist and nothing more.” He sighs as he walks outside starting a fire to boil water for his shower, to kill time he goes hunting for bugs along with new soft rocks. He hums as he crushes the bugs and mixes them together, he then walks over to his kitchen and starts to fill out his containers with homemade makeup.

Once done he goes back to his shower to test the water, feeling it warm he takes a shower humming different love songs. Once he brushes his teeth he lets out a giggle running to his collection of paints, grabbing a brush, he dips it into his paints he starts to draw on a slab of wood putting together a sign saying ‘Welcome friendly ogre lives here’ with that done he places it on the path that leads to the swamp. He smiles brightly looking down the path “You’ve out done yourself SV3, now the humans have to know we are friendly!” He pulls out a small broken mirror checking his face, he frowns seeing he got paint on his cheek almost ruining his make up. He sprints inside to clean up, the last thing he wanted was to look like a mess for any visitors.

As SV3 cleans up excited to make new friends, a village nearby is getting ready for battle, one of the villagers grabbed torches and pitchforks making sure all the men in the village were covered.  He stood outside of the local pub handing them out as each of the men line up ready, the village leader stands on top of a crate looking at the men nervously as he holds up a wanted poster with a fierce looking ogre painted on it “We gather here to finally put an end to our ogre problem, one of the hunters found a sign that lead to his home. Finally we can take down the beast, our children will finally be free!” The group cheered as they waited for the sun to drop, lighting their torches at night as they marched toward the swamp.

SV3 sadly hums seeing the light outside fade, he lights a candle and places it on a stand on the center of the table. He looked around his small home and wondered if having more lights around the sign could help him, as he lit more candles he noticed light from the corner of his eyes. He turns looking out the window seeing lit up torches, he moves to the back of his home unlocking a hidden passage. He leaves the cabin and walks down the dark path towards the torches, as he gets closer he starts to hear the men talking. One of them stared at the cabin glaring at it “Come on lets get him!” only for him to be grabbed by a smaller man “Hold on, do you know what that thing can do to you?” The villager looked at the smaller man confused before he continued speaking “They say he will grind your bones for his bread, then use your children for dessert!”

SV3 frowns hearing the fear and hate in the men’s voice, his heart breaking knowing all the things being said about him. Having enough SV3 steps out of the shadow looking down at the men “Interesting, I heard giants were the ones who did that but who am i to know right?” Hearing the voice behind them, the men slowly turn around seeing their target glaring at them. Their faces filled with anger and hate changed into ones filled with pure fear, they huddled close shaking.

Seeing their fear made SV3 sigh “You should feel lucky, others would already be cooking you all. I mean, did you know many of my kind love to make jelly out of human eyes? Heard it's quiet yum on toast, maybe it's because fear makes eyes more sweet.”  He bends down smirking at the men, the smaller village takes a deep breath and starts to wave the torch at SV3 making the ogre stand up straight. “BACK MONSTER!” 3’s eye twitch hearing those words, is that all he ever will be just a monster not worth the time of others just cause he was born an ogre?

Licking his finger he turns off the torch and glares at the man, he drops the torch looking up at the ogre with a sheepish smile “Well..alright, I didn't think of a back up plan so uh…EVERYONE RUN!” SV3 stands there watching all the men run, tripping over themself as they drop their pitchforks and torches, 3 sighs  following them in order to clean up the mess they were leaving behind. “HEY! COME ON I LIVE HERE!” he then curses under his breath as he continues picking up the items. As he finishes picking up all the human items he tosses them into a pit, then turns to see one of the humans fall down and hit his head against a rock. SV3 gasped as the other humans kept running “WE WILL REMEMBER YOU!” was all they said as they vanished into the night.

SV3 runs over checking on the man “Oh my swamp are you okay?!” gently he moves the man checking him over. Seeing his head bleeding, SV3 gently laid him down somewhere cleaner as he ran inside, panicked, he tore his home apart looking for supplies to take care of the man. Once down he dashes back to the man and cleans up the wound “Geez, you humans can be clumsy…” 3 smiles softly seeing the wound has stopped bleeding before bandaging it up. The man starts to stir, causing SV3 to hurry and pack his stuff up, he looks around making sure nothing dangerous was around before turning around and leaving. “It's better for you not to wake up to a monster’s face…hope you get home safe,” he whispers as he goes into his home.

SV3 sighs as he goes to the bathroom and washes the make up off his face, freeing his hair from its constraints he throws himself onto his bed. His eyes water as he attempts to hold back his tears, he turns to his side, pulling his plush close to him. He hugs it tight as tears escape, all he asked was for a friend, someone that would see him for the person he is. SV3 sniffed, wiping his tears as he looked out the window in his room “Please…someone…anyone be my friend.”

------------------------------------- Knights charge into a room getting out rope and a muzzle, a sleeping donkey jumps up confused as the knights muzzle him and wrap the rope around his neck. He looks around confused “What's going on?!” The knights smack him “Shut it donkey, the prince has no need for a talking toy. So we are going to get a nice pouch of gold from you.” The donkey attempted to pull away only to end up coughing as the rope slightly chokes him, he looks around for his close friend “WARIO! HELP!” The knights chuckle as they pull him away “DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I'M THE GREAT WALUIGI!” Ignoring him, the knights lift him and throw him into a cage in the back of a carriage, Waluigi looks at the castle shaking his head as he gets taken away from his home and family.

Hearing the night market getting closer Waluigi panics, he couldn't let them do this to him. He wasn't just some animal to be sold off, he was Prince Wario’s best friend, his brother. He takes a small step back before smacking the cage, seeing that the cage was slowly sliding off gave the donkey hope. With another smack the cage falls off breaking as it hits the floor. He groans, feeling pain all over his body from hitting the floor, the carriage stops as the knights hear the loud crash. They get out of the carriage and see Waluigi on the floor, he opens his eyes to see the knights getting out of the carriage and walk towards him. 

Seeing the knights get closer he forces himself to get up and runs, he looks around for a place to hide. He throws himself behind a pile of rocks as he smacks the muzzle, after smacking it he finally gets the buckle of the muzzle loose. As it slips out of place Waluigi is able to finally remove the muzzle from his face, he smirks at the muzzle before running off as he hears the knights getting close. He wasn't sure how long he was running, he could feel his legs getting weak from all the running. He looks up seeing the sun come up, had he been running all night?

SV3 couldn't bring himself to be excited for the new day, still upset over the events from yesterday the ogre finishes his morning routine only to hear yelling. He turns to see a donkey roll and land in mud, 3 stares wide eyed at what happened before loud footsteps caught his attention.  The knights freeze seeing SV3, they look him up and down nervously. 3 can already see the familiar expression humans have always given him, the fear on their face just puts SV3 in a worse mood. Waluigi sits up shaking the mud off his face and notices the knights frozen, confused he follows their gaze and gasps seeing the annoyed ogre. Without a second thought he runs behind SV3 hoping the ogre would assist him, 3 sighs seeing the knights take out a scroll “OGRE! You…are to be put under arrest and taken to the magic market!”

SV3 crosses his arms staring at the knight, seeing that 3 wasn't moving the knight gets closer with his group following slowly behind him. He cleared his throat as he took out a scroll showing a wanted poster with an angry looking ogre, SV3 felt his eye twitch at the art. To think no matter what he does the world sure loves to paint him in a ugly light, not to mention no one bothers to add on his make up in the art. “Ogre you are to come with us right now, along with the donkey hiding behind you by law from our lord Wario!” SV3 looks behind the knight seeing the men with him shaking slightly, he smirks as he gently takes the scroll from the knight making him jump. 3 hums looking over the scroll before ripping it “Oops…darn guess now you don't have your fancy paper, with that gone i recommend you leave me and the donkey alone before you find out how scary an ogre can be.”

The knight slowly reaches for his sword “Me and my men won't be scared off by the likes of you!” SV3 looks behind him and lets out a gasp “But mister knight, the only person i see here is you!” Hearing that the knight turned to see his men had run off at some point, his face goes pale and he turns back to SV3. Seeing the knight wasn't going to back off even after seeing his men leaving him, he turns to Waluigi “Um this can be loud go inside my house.” He nods as he runs off and charges into the small cabin, SV3 looks down at the knight and takes a deep breath. He let out a loud roar startling the man he took a step back activating a trap, a rope wrap around his ankle pulling him up. 

SV3 looks up and the hanging knight “Uh…sorry about that I had no idea that was there!”

SV3 looks at the floor with concern, he wasn't one for placing traps given he goes out to hunt. Last night came to mind making him sigh, assuming it had to be one of the humans from the other day SV3 takes out a small knife cutting the man free. SV3 catches the man only to get hit as the knight swings his arms, once on his feet the knight runs off. SV3 rolled his eyes before putting his knife away, he looked at the trap confused before looking around the border of his swamp. Waluigi walks out of the cabin in awe at the events, he looks around seeing SV3 standing by the entrance of the swamp lost in thought. He runs up and lightly hits 3’s back with his hooves “That was amazing my friend! Ha, you sure showed those knights who the boss is huh?” SV3 eyes go wide looking down at the donkey, seeing the expression made Waluigi nervous. 

“Did you say…your friend? Are you saying we are friends?” SV3 couldn't believe his ears, he needed to hear the magical creature say it again. Waluigi looked awkwardly to the side before letting out a cough “Of course! After all, being friends with an ogre has its benefits, for example scaring off knights that kidnap you from your home!” Waluigi let out a surprise squeak when he was lifted into the air by the ogre, SV3 spins giving him a hug “A FRIEND! I'M SO HAPPY!” Waluigi's surprised expression turned into confused annoyance, wasn't the man holding him right now a horrific ogre, not some giggling maiden.

SV3 puts him down with a huge smile, Waluigi looks up at 3 “Um…i thought ogres were some scary monster?” SV3 chuckles waving his arms “Ah well yes most are for sure, I just see things uh different.” He gives the donkey a nervous smile, Waluigi shakes his head letting out a soft chuckle. In all his years of hearing about the magical creatures of the world, no book could prepare him to see a friendly ogre. “Lucky me to find a friendly one then, thank you for the help but I need to get home. My brother and I are doing a huge scheme in a kingdom, can't let him handle everything alone!” As he starts to walk he feels pain in one of his legs, now that the adrenaline is gone the injury he got from the fall was bothering him.

SV3 frowns noticing the strange walk from his new friend “Stay the night,” he gets on his knees and gently takes Waluigi’s leg “I will take care of you then send you home.” Waluigi looked off to the side blushing, it was embarrassing for someone like him getting help from a stranger. Yet if he returned to his best friend in this state things would be worse, he could already hear Wario teasing him for how he got hurt. With a nod SV3 smiles softly “It’s more than likely some kind of sprain, you did take a tumble. My house is yours today, just please respect the house rules. I really don't want a destroyed home.” With a nod the pair walk toward the cabin, once Waluigi was settled SV3 heads off to get more food in order to make a big enough dinner.

---------------------------------- Wario hums as he rolls around in a pile of gold, finally the kingdom riches were all his. His plan of getting rid of the old royals and taking over was a success, along with getting rid of his old friend. He didn't need someone holding him down and taking his half of the gold, as he enjoys the smell of his money one of the knights lets out a soft cough bringing in the magic mirror. Wario turns around confused “What's the meaning of this?” A face appears looking at Wario nervously, Wario gets up glaring at the mirror “Luigi, you know I don't like my money bath to get interrupted.” 

Luigi nods “Y-yes..but um we receive news that unless you get married, they won't bring the rest of the gold to you.” Wario growls as he smacks the wall next to the mirror making Luigi scream “WHAT DO YOU MEAN I DON'T GET MY MONEY!” The men in the room run out leaving Wario alone with the magic mirror, Luigi gulps as he speaks again “That's what the spell on the safe said! B-but if you marry another royal-” Wario smirks “I can take their money and get the rest of my gold in one deal!” Luigi sadly nods agreeing with the man's train of thought.

He snaps his fingers as he stares into Luigi’s eyes “Oh magic mirror give me the richest royals i can marry!” Luigi sighs looking through the different family’s “Well there is a princess name Fiona she-” Wario holds up a gold coin making the mirror frown as he begins looking, that's when he found a young man. He looked annoyed in the painting, seeing his parents and learning about the kingdom Luigi projected the image. Wario's eyes turn to dollar signs seeing the gold “Introducing Prince SV4, his parents are inventors making them one of the richest families with a bachelor. He is known for his love for arson and inventing, he tends to bite anyone that annoys him along with him bein-” Wario waved his hand telling the mirror to shut up, he walks to his desk and starts writing.

“My lord he is stuck in a castle and you have to kno-” Luigi gets shushed again making him sigh, Wario stops his writing as he looks up at the mirror. Seeing that he was being looked at he showed the picture of the prince, Wario stares at it “Do we know where the castle is?” The mirror does a quick search before an x appears on its glass, Wario smacks his desk “HOW COULD WE NOT KNOW?! KNIGHTS!” Luigi looks around, scared that he is going to be shattered, he closes his eyes when the knights arrive. Wario quickly draws on several pieces of paper, handing a poorly done drawing of the prince “Something is blocking my mirror, find me this prince now!”

The knights squint at the drawing before giving the man and nod and run off, with the knights gone Wario turns to the mirror “Now then, let's have a talk Luigi and find out why we can't find my money maker hm?”

[crowsofdarkness]

Soldiers: Chapter Eight

-pic not mine. credit to owners-

Pairings: The Winter Soldier a.k.a Bucky Barnes x Hydra!Female Agent

Content Warnings: language, violence, mentions of murder, angst, and smut that will include oral with both female and male receiving, hand jobs, fingering, unprotected pinv, slight choking.

Summary: Voin and Soldat were Hydra's greatest weapons. As they become close, Voin is burdened by the weight of being the one who causes Soldat his worst pain.

Authors Note: this is a reader insert however the name "Voin" will be used a lot. It's her Hydra nickname, like Soldat. Now that I'm caught up, it may take some time for updates to come. This fic will eventually tie into The Winter Soldier movie. Tags are open!

Tags: @bookofriverr @that-blonde-girl @starfly-nicole @globetrotter28

Soldiers Masterlist

“Voin, did you hear what I just said?”

My eyes snapped up from the floor over to Ivan who sat behind his large desk, fingers steepled together. There was clear annoyance on his face because of his need to repeat himself. Quickly, I nodded.

“Yes. I'll unfreeze Soldat and prep him for the mission,” I said, doing my best to hide the waver in my voice.

Ivan gave me a once over before he nodded once, to dismiss me, and I wasted no time in scurrying out of his office and towards the laboratory. I had to take a few deep breaths to steady myself, knowing that this would be the first time I would not only see Soldat but talk to him in almost a month, since that night in my living quarters. Shortly after he left me standing there, naked and confused, Ivan thought Soldat needed to be put back into cryosleep since there was word of a metal-armed assassin being seen in Germany. Soldat needed to go into hiding until the rumors died down.

Could they be called rumors if it was true?

Now, almost a month later, I was ordered to wake him, erase his memories, then prep him for our upcoming mission. Ivan was sending us undercover a few towns over to kill someone that had wronged Hydra; someone that stole quite a few million dollars from Ivan. It didn’t seem as if this mission needed both Soldat and me, not that I was complaining about spending time with him but I practically had to force more information about this job out of Ivan.

“It seems a bit too easy. You say this guy is scum, a lowlife, why send two of your best assassins after him?” I had asked him.

Ivan pressed his tongue deep into the side of his cheek. “This low life is one of the most heavily guarded men in Russia. His father is the leader of one of the most feared mafia gangs. This kid won’t go anywhere without his guards.”

I raised a brow. “Are you afraid of some kid?”

Ivan’s eyes bore into mine. “This kid stole a million dollars from me, he’s smarter than he looks. I’m not going to send someone after him that will fuck it up. Soldat and you are the best.”

At first, I was annoyed that we were being sent on a mission to kill some kid but Ivan assured me that this thirty-something-year-old deserved to die. Not only because of him laundering money from Ivan but this kid had a very lengthy rap sheet that range from drugs to being caught trying to smuggle underage girls into Russia. But as angry as I was, I knew I needed to calm myself because this would not be an easy mission. One of Ivan’s grunts did some research to find out that our target will be at a theater show two nights from now, sitting in his father’s prepaid reserved box seat. This is one of the rare times the target will be away from his guards because he doesn’t want anyone to know he indulges in theater.

Something about being the son of one of the most feared mafia bosses doesn’t allow you to enjoy the finer things in life.

As my footsteps echoed loudly in the laboratory, I gave a tight smile to the doctors that littered against the far side of the wall almost as if they feared me; they did but as long as they stayed on my good side, none of them would turn to dust.

“Voin,” one doctor nodded. “I can assure you, there have been no changes since you were here last night. Soldat is sleeping soundly.”

I knew that, I could hear his heartbeat throughout the compound. It lulled me to sleep every night for the last month.

“Ivan sent me to wake Soldat.”

I didn’t bother giving him any more of my attention. It was all on Soldat who was a few feet in front of me, cold dead eyes peering through the frost on the door of the chamber. I had only seen him like this twice now but it still burned deep into my heart. He was innocent in all of this; he had no say in the choices that were made for him.

Neither did I but I came to terms a long time ago that my say in anything about me ceased the second I asked Johann Schmitt to take me in.

My ears tingled as I heard the hushed conversations from the guards that were posted to watch the room.

“Do you think she’ll erase his memories?”

“She hasn’t used her powers in weeks, she’ll end up killing Soldat. Ivan is wasting his time on her. He should have killed her the second Soldat became who he was.”

Anger radiated off of me which caused sparks to shoot from my fingertips. The electricity burned with a hum around the room as I peered over to my shoulder towards the two guards, lips turning up in a sneer.

“It’s like you idiots forget I have super hearing,” I spat.

Suddenly, Ivan’s presence was felt behind me, and with a low growl, I let the electricity fade from my fingers before typing in the familiar code to finally wake Soldat. The cold air wrapped around me like a vice once the door opened and on my own I stepped up to Soldat, letting his body fall into me as I carried his limp body over to the chair in the middle of the room. This whole scene was becoming familiar and as much as I hated it, I didn’t have a choice. Even before Schmitt died and Zola was captured, they made sure I understood that if I didn’t comply with any orders, not only would I die, so would Soldat. Immortality meant nothing to them apparently, but they still liked to threaten me with it.

Soldat woke, slowly, and when I sat him gently into the chair, he let out a soft grunt.

“Does he need to be controlled?” Ivan asked me.

I shrugged. “I don’t think it’s necessary.”

He mewled over my words for a long moment before nodding. “Take the book with you in case.”

My eyes darted over to the red leather-bound book, the black star mocking me, and gave my curt nod back to Ivan.

“Wipe him then prep him for the mission,” Ivan ordered.

Biting my tongue, I took the familiar position of standing behind Soldat then let the electricity return to my fingers. Soldat was still in a groggy state, not quite realizing what was about to happen. With my eyes closed, I let out a deep breath to center myself mentally. I needed Ivan and everyone else to think I was erasing all of Soldat’s memories but I was only going to erase previous missions. All of his memories of me will stay intact including the night that he appeared in my living quarters after my bath. And the way he made me fall apart for him, spilling my arousal all over his thick thigh.

Heat flushed my cheeks but did my best to make sure no one noticed.

Soldat’s screams echoed loudly in the laboratory as the electricity from my fingers dug deep into his head. He writhed underneath my touch and I could hear his teeth grinding together with the sheer pain I was putting him through. I had done this many, many, times and it never got easier. Knowing that I was the reason for his pain broke me little by little.

Once the surrounding room was filled with silence, it was then that I pulled my hands away before slowly stepping around Soldat, looking into his deep, colorless eyes.

“Soldat?” I asked.

“Ya gotov otvechat.”

Ready to comply.

The motel reeked of overuse of cleaning chemicals and stale sheets but I couldn’t complain too much. We needed to stay at this type of motel to lie low and go unnoticed. Soldat followed closely behind, the heat from him engulfing me. Neither of us said a word the entire two-hour drive even though I was clutching onto him as he sped his way through the night streets on his motorcycle. The guy at the front desk didn’t bother looking away from his book when I asked for a room, he simply tossed the key onto the desk.

Coming to a halt in front of the door, I looked over to Soldat. “Were we followed?”

I knew the answer but still wanted to ask, just to make sure.

He shook his head.

I waited for a few more beats, wondering if he would say something else, but when he remained silent, I let out a soft breath and led us into the room. It matched the design of the hallway to a T. Peeling wallpaper, stained carpet that was from either blood or other bodily fluids, and cracks in the window. Thankfully, the sheets and blanket on the bed looked washed, even recently.

Bed. As in one. The only place to sit or sleep in the entire room.

“Fuck,” I cursed under my breath.

I had told the guy at the front desk that we needed two beds but clearly; he didn’t give a fuck. Yes, Soldat and I had shared a room the handful of times we went out of town for missions but always there were two beds. Not like we both would be asleep at the same time. Soldat usually took watch majority of the missions while I slept. Even though I erased his memories, it’s like he knew he could rest during his next cryosleep.

“What is it?” Soldat questioned, his warm presence once again felt behind me.

“Nothing,” I shook my head.

There was no need to bother him with my internal despair. I was expecting him to toss his bag onto the bed, ready to take watch, so it surprised me when I felt cool metal fingers graze up and down my back. My body shivered underneath his touch and when his warm breath fanned across the nape of my neck, my eyes fluttered shut.

“Last night,” Soldat began.

With a raised brow, I turned to face him. “Last night?”

“Did you enjoy it?”

Suddenly, I realized that he still thought that night between us was last night and not almost a month ago. To him, time doesn’t pass while he sleeps. But to me? It’s the longest passing of time I’ve ever felt. His absence brings a dull ache within me.

Instead of correcting him, I simply nodded my head.

“Yes,” my voice was just above a whisper.

The air around us became thick, encasing us in a cloud of desire, and Soldat’s hands gripped my hips while his lips grazed over the shell of my ear.

“Why didn’t you stay?” I asked, my hands spread across his chest.

With our mission, we decided to blend in with the crowd tonight and not wear our tac suits. Soldat was wearing a pair of black slacks and a black T-shirt. I could feel the warmth radiating off of him underneath my hands.

It killed me not knowing why he didn’t stay longer than night. Was it something I said or did? I replayed that night over and over in my mind trying to figure out what I did wrong.

Underneath my hands, I felt his body stiffen and I could almost see the walls going up in his mind so I dragged my hands down his chest before wrapping around his back. Soldat’s breath hitched when I softly pressed my hips into his. His metal fingers gripped my hip while his flesh fingers dug into my scalp and pulled my head back so I looked up at him at an angle.

“Yesli by ya ostalsya s toboy, ya by nikogda ne pozvolil tebe uyti.”

The Russian words brought chills throughout my entire body, and a quiet whimper fell from my lips. I almost couldn’t handle the intensity that burned from his gaze and I let my eyes fall to his lips. Soldat’s grip was still tight on my hair so even if I wanted to step away to put some space between us, I couldn’t.

Not like I was going to.

“Soldat,” I breathed.

However, all of my breath was knocked out of me when he pushed me up against the wall, his grip on my hair never faltering while his metal fingers grazed over the flesh of my stomach which was visible thanks to my shirt riding up a bit.

“Krasivyy,” Soldat mused while he looked over every inch of my face.

Usually, I never faltered or melted in front of anyone, especially a man but there was something about Soldat that made me want to get on my knees and submit to him.

I let out a quiet hiss of relief when his tight grip on my hair left, his flesh fingers now lifting my chin. I brought my bottom lip between my teeth and dug my teeth into it, the desire to finally kiss Soldat digging deep into my bones. His hips pressed into my heated core and I couldn’t stop the moan that fell from my lips. My nails scratched at the skin of his lower back and brought his hips into me once more. A low growl erupted from Soldat which only fueled my desire. I felt the outline of his semi-hard cock press against the inside of my thigh but it wasn’t enough. I needed more.

I exposed the skin of my neck to him and Soldat wasted no time, his teeth and tongue tasting every inch. My hands were running through his hair, scratching nails at his scalp before dragging down his large chest and stomach.

“Voin.”

My name, well nickname, was moaned into my skin when I grazed my hand over his cock before squeezing it.

Suddenly, the phone in the hotel room rang, echoing loudly against the walls. It made the both of us break away from each other, both standing tall and stiff. The phone only rang twice which was the way to tell us it was time.

Our target was at the theater and we needed to get there as soon as possible.

Breathless, I adjusted my clothes while Soldat stood still, unmoving. His hair was disheveled and his dick was still hard under his pants. It was scary how fast he switched back to the soldier.

“Soldat?” I asked.

“Ya gotov otvechat.”

The large room where the show was being held was crowded, with large groups of people trying to find their seats, and with a gloved hand linked in mine, I led Soldat to our seats that were six rows away from the stage, directly in the middle. My heels clicked along the tile floor while the fabric of my dress clung to my body. The cold air brushed against the skin of my exposed back but the heat radiating from Soldat quickly replaced it. He was close behind me, not allowing more than two inches of space between us.

After we received our message from Ivan, Soldat and I rushed quickly to get ready, afraid that if we were even two minutes later, our mission wouldn’t be completed. To get this done with no one batting an eye at us, we needed to blend in. So I was dressed in a floor-length black dress with a plunging neckline and an open back while Soldat wore a black suit, and a white dress shirt underneath. He had a glove over his left hand to hide the metal fingers. It was weird seeing him like this, so normal and not dressed like an assassin, but I liked it. What I loved about the way he looked right now was his long locks were pulled back into a low bun.

My heart skipped a beat when I remembered earlier in the motel room where he allowed me to kneel behind him while he sat on the edge of the bed and I brushed his hair back out of his face.

“Feels nice,” he muttered.

Finally finding seats, the both of us sat down while our eyes scanned our surroundings.

“Any sight of him?” I asked.

Soldat peered over my shoulder and then gave one short nod. “His box is three rows behind, up towards the left.”

I didn’t follow his gaze.

“Anyone with him?” I questioned.

“A server bringing drinks and one woman.”

This made my brow raise in confusion. Ivan mentioned nothing about there being someone with our target tonight. He was supposed to be alone.

I hummed in response while settling into my seat when the lights went out; the show getting ready to start. My mind was swirling with a new plan, one where we could take both our target and his date out without being seen. Our current plan was I would flirt my way into his box, where I would distract him as Soldat snuck up behind him to snap his neck. Quick and quiet.

I wasn’t thrilled that I would be used as a toy to distract the target because that’s not what I signed up for when I became Voin. But now, there was an extra person to take out, and I felt a small smile pulling at my lips knowing that I wouldn’t only be used as an object tonight.

Soldat was watching me with a soft gaze as I snaked my fingers behind his neck to play with the few loose strands of hair there and leaned in closer to his ear. To the others around us, it looked like a domestic action between two people in love.

“The mission remains the same, only now you deal with him while I get her,” my breath was warm as I spoke against his neck.

Soldat’s body shivered for a quick second before he nodded and we turned our attention to the stage when the show finally started. My hand stayed at the nape of his neck while his gloved hand rested against my thigh, so close to the knife I had strapped underneath my dress. I did my best to keep my mind only on the mission and not the way Soldat’s fingers slowly slipped through the slit of my dress and then dragged up between my legs towards my core. The cool leather of his glove was a striking contrast to the warmth I felt pooling between me. Even though there were people around us, it was still dark enough that no one knew what was happening unless they were directly staring at us.

His name came out in a breath when one of his fingers slipped underneath the fabric of my panties, ghosting over my folds.

“Ochen' vlazhnyy,” Soldat whispered in my ear.

He pressed a finger into me without hesitation pumping it a few times before sliding in another. I let my eyes shut slowly, biting the inside of my cheek so a moan would pass through. Soldat worked his fingers hard, deep, and fast. I was still so wound up from our time in the motel room, not being able to stop thinking about how good his dick felt pressed up against me. I was already so close. The leather added another kind of sensation and when the pad of his thumb began circling my clit, my body tensed for a moment before sheer ecstasy crashed through me like a wave. I grabbed his hand, pressing it harder against my throbbing pussy so I could ride out the rest of my orgasm for a few more seconds.

There were many times that I pleasured myself when I was alone at the compound but none of those orgasms wrecked me as much as this one had. And Soldat only used his fingers.

Breathless, I opened my eyes slowly and noticed that his gaze was trained hard ahead of him, watching the show intently.

“The server has left the box, now’s the time.”

The thickness of his voice told me that my coming undone from his fingers had affected him the same way it had me.

With a nod, I slowly rose from my seat and adjusted my dress before squeezing my way past the people beside me who had no idea what Soldat just did to me in the dark.

[thatdeadaquarius]

I have a random idea for some sagau crack loosely based on my dynamic with my friend so Im giving it to you because I have been enjoying your sagau language stuff :D

Imagine there are two readers that are two different people. Like, not as in clones they are just two separate people that are rlly good friends on earth. They both really like genshin and play the game, and they both have self aware teyvat citizens. Reader 1 is a whale. They invest a l o t of money on the game, have all the characters, and all the characters have five star weapons. They are like the usual sagau reader you see. They have used up so much money on getting all of the characters, and I mean A L L of them, best weapons, constellations and put a lot of care into it. The place where they really get to show off is their knowledge and love for the lore, and are really invested into it and read all of the artifact descriptions and books. They know about primordial one, the four shining shades, random useless facts about items and often rant to reader 2 about their theories. Their quest bar is always empty because they did them to check out the lore of the game, and are always searching for more lore. They basically play everyday and are always reacting and talking to the characters out loud, unaware that they can hear them.

Meanwhile, Reader 2 is a f2p who is only interested in the archon quest lore and the lore of their fav characters. Because they are f2p, their options are limited so there is some blatant favoritism. They choose their fav character to save up for, and then pull for them. After they get the character they want, they will no longer pull and save up from there. Because of this, they only have like 5 five stars and only have zero five star weapon. Their favourite character is their main(*cough* wanderer *cough*), and unlike reader 1 who uses all of their characters regularly, reader 2 sticks to this character for most of their gameplay unless they need to use someone else. However, reader 2 takes almost an entire month to finish building a character, because they go overboard with the artifact stats. You would expect to normally have a 50 180 crit ratio, but reader 2’s dps characters always, and I mean ALWAYS have 50 200 crit ratio or more. Like, their main (it doesnt have to be wanderer but Im putting him here anyways) has 70 and 200 crit ratio, is crowned, full 4 pc best in slot, and is even crowned and faruzan only needs like 200 er but reader 2 gave them 300. (Im totally not putting this here because this is what I did/j) Reader 2 is also the type to never speak while gaming, so the first time they spoke everyone turned it into a national holiday to be celebrated. They also play a lot less than player 1. Player 1 plays everyday while player 2 plays for a month straight and then takes a long break to wait for the content to pile up.

So these two gremlin besties are always speaking with each other, and are always on coop. Whenever player 1 needs help making team comps or building characters, they just ask player 2 for help. And whenever player 2 needs help understanding the lore of the game, they ask player 1. But all I can think abt is the first time they cooped. Imagine player 1 was using childe and then when the coop starts, both childe and wanderer are very confused as to wtf is going on. Like, childe is confused because he sensed a strange aura coming form them like whenever someone gets controlled by reader 1, and wanderer is confused because reader 2 seemed so excited that they were talking, but its just childe? Reader 2 always skips childe’s banners.

Thats it lol, hope this wasnt too long.

Not long at all! Or more like, I like long asks so feel free to share! :D

IM SO SORRY ITS LIKE MONTHS LATER TO GET TO YOU I PROMISE I LOVE UR STUFF AND AM SUPER EXCITED TO SEE IT,

IM JUST SLOW AND GOOFY 😭😭

Said friends in genshin like: ^^^

this kinda inspires me/reminds me of @mists-reading-nook soldier/poet/king post, you should check xe stuff!! Gave me brainrot to this day tbh, like im imaging how that “3rd King style of worship” would look like even now lmao ive been down bad 😭

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Sun: 2 Readers! (as desc. above), (you/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: wanderer/childe, mentions of others i forgot to focus on any one character or nation :/

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: mild cussing language, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

dual symbolism everywhere, obv you both thought “for the twins” but it just kept getting out of hand the more the game updated over the months lol

like shrines/temples/churches showing up more often in new countries/areas and always identifying the same 2 gods

obv the for-the-lore player picked up on it first, and by the time the trickle-down effect happened, where characters/NPCs were outright talking about these gods, the 2nd was asking the lore knower to explain lol

the 2 gods kept getting referred to by a few names, like “The Soldier and the Scholar” or “The Sage and the Warrior” or “The Keeper and the Pursuer” etc.

after awhile of comparing both of your games, you realize that some vision users/gods tend to use the soldier/warrior/pursuer titles more often when talking about one of you, and the other gets the sage/scholar/keeper more often

u both get excited, maybe its bc you chose diff travelers or some other reason, but when u try and post abt it or otherwise ask other players u get a lot of negatives/”hasnt happened for me”s??

u both just think the games glitched or some dev is playing a prank on you two maybe,

it gets weirder when u both realize the lore player be over here getting random gifts from all the characters in the mail all the time

and just as grinding players like “ :’( my favs don't like me?? but they have the best artifacts and maxed friendship levels..”

they get flooded with multiple gifts from their main characters, most of which benefit the grind tbh lmao (like a bunch of cheaper materials or crystals to level up artifacts/weapons or to ascend that character = no more slaughtering every samurai on sight for their handguards or collected a fuckton of those blue layered mushrooms for wanderer)

god u were both grateful to this glitch ngl, it saved a lot of dumb misc tasks and was just a nice touch

no but the amount of confusion inside the game from when u first started playing together, like each of ur games began with stuff abt 1 god, then as u co-oped moved onto 2 gods (like said at the beginning)

the lore player is blabbing away like you do, which begins to be heard by the other player’s game world

like it starts as whispers in battle, then all the time, then a quiet convo in the background all the time, until they can just hear u out of earshot esp word for word when they focus!! at first the vision-users/gods got all excited bc their god was speaking!! finally!!! until I'm sure they heard narration that didn't fit/it was there sometimes even when their god’s presence wasn't?/voice sounded “off” to them/didnt fit their god…??

ok ik u were joking abt the national holiday,,, but I’m not. 😈

THE FIRST WORDS 2ND SPOKE BEING IN A PROPHECY, REGARDLESS OF WHAT IT IS THEY SAY.

Player 1, playing as Childe, steals a singular (1) sweet flower from Player 2, who has Wanderer out:

P2: “I seriously hate you. Listen to what I’m saying, I can’t stand you.”

(Wanderer panicking that its abt him- Childe freezing bc he managed to piss off a god that feels as powerful as his own- the PROPHECY LMAO- )

P1: “… you miss me.”

(everyone else: 💥vine boom sound 💥😦😨😰???)

P2: “I hate you.”

P1: “You miss me and you love me, why must we fight??”

(everyone else: 💥vine boom again💥🤨🫠??…)

P2: “I hate you-”

P1: “-we gotta good thing going on, you and I, why must we tussle??”

(everyone else: 💥yet another vine boom💥 💀💀)

(the absolute deep anxiety/pure confusion as the two harbingers heads just ping pong back and forth towards the voices lmao)

u two scare the shit out of any characters u do this with lol

they do get used to it as u talk, and the characters even manage to interact (thru hacking magical shenanigans and discord)

to send thank you gifts to player 1 for getting player 2 to talk more lol

along with sending copies of any lore books that player 2 has gotten that player 1 hasn't!

and it becomes common/tradition to exchange gifts like this to thank or appreciate the other god, like player 1 characters sending thank you gift copies of rare materials or ascension stuff that player 1 had that player 2 didn't (esp making sure to send during resinless hours lmao)

overall, 10/10, whats better than 1 god that plays one way? 2 gods that compensate for each other and now u have 2x the worshippers

(i wonder how meeting alternate versions of themselves would go, bc id like to headcanon that each of ur behavior towards them/ur unique influence has changed them a bit comparing, like they arent carbon copies anymore, not like they used to be…)

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hey sorry for slowing down guys!!

i just feel bad its taken me forever to get to these asks, so i wanted to take what time i could lately and charge thru them so i could spam post lol

I've also been working on fics! so that's delayed things by a lot, bc fics take longer to “respond to” than short asks or replies

my poor bsd fic

Anyway thank you so much for sending this in!!! I'm so sorry i took forever to get to it, and i hope u enjoyed response/my brain shitting this out lol

have a good weekend!! :D

Safe Travels Anon!!

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[bklily]

thinking of comedic ways of how the hell that talk is gonna go

[official-darkforest]

how we feelin chimera / tortie moonpaw truthers

[nyxi-pixie]

fake ass queers you dont even WANT to rearrange the traditional understanding of relationships

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Thank you for continuing to wupply us with old man bald charles. He is such a precious gift, and you are a gift thst keeps on giving. Also your old man bald Charles is so pretty I wanna smooch his shiny dome globe of a head 😭💖💓💖 and your xmen97/comic cherik are so wonderful i fucking kove them ahfjsjxj i love your art so much. I look at them before I sleep cuz I like using them like a doll in my head for my dreams. I make cherik kith (and maybe more?? 😳) in my dreams ajdhsjdj

I'm sorry for being incoherent it's my bedtime but i just had to drop in your ask to tell you you are an amazing and talented artist. And your art are so well made and detailed and i love them asjfkakfk 💖💖💖💖💖💖

MY LOVELY FRIEND i hope your slumber is wonderful and darling like this ask you've sent me THANK YOU SO MUCH 🥺!!!!!!

[skitskatdacat63]

Boy King Seb :D

[gildedmuse]

Ahh, what a cute scene in the middle of so much violence and drama. I wonder what these little sweeties wished for.

["What did you wish for this year, darling?" / " For life to stop sucking. Why? What did you wish for? Magic fairy dust? Don't be an idiot, we all know this place is deep in the shit."]

I mean, I DEFINITELY know what hers was. I mean just look at that sweet, innocent face.

[Let the fire consume. Let it make ash of the immoral, the unkind and sunder their souls to the ever burning planes. Rebirth is on its way but first we must make a blood sacrifice to the eternal flame.]

.... She's not wrong.

[carlatsukinamistolemyhamsandwich]

I just realised today that it’s been over 8 years since I published my first piece of reader insert fanfiction (not for DL but it laid the groundwork for what was to come) and it’s absolutely crazy to me. I don’t know that I’ve talked about it on this blog much (for it was not good by anyone’s standards) but I used to publish on Quotev and I made a couple of friends on there who really helped me when I was going through a hard time in real life (not that I think any of them necessarily realised how much :’) ). Sadly we all sort of drifted away from the site and lost contact but I still think about them sometimes and hope that wherever they are they’re doing well. 

I miss our little community on there too and the silly conversations we used to have, as while I don’t think Tumblr ever quite had the same vibe, I do think it’s grown a lot more impersonal over the years (or at least that’s certainly been my experience). 

Anyway I don’t know that there’s much of a point to this other than me reminiscing but if we’ve interacted at some point while I’ve been running this blog, or even if you just silently like a lot of my posts (because believe me, there are usernames I recognise even if we’ve never properly talked), then I’m grateful and I hope that you’re happy and doing well.

[quietwingsinthesky]

🌹:O

:3c

Lucifer doesn't care how the labcoats say it works; he knows there's no such thing as a clean break from a drift the minute the plug is pulled. Instead, Michael goes from a second consciousness beside his own to being dragged out of Lucifer the further Lucifer gets from him, both of them gripping tight to the connection until it slips, until it snaps, with a violent recoil that knocks Lucifer's brain out of alignment and reminds his legs that they don't work. His next step falls too fast, too heavily, and refuses to take his weight. It's only Michael, now only a voice outside of Lucifer's head yelling his name, catching him from behind that allows Lucifer to collapse to the floor with his dignity intact.

[killjoy-prince]

Yo, I'm nice they came home in 40 pulls

[pvlvsdog]

Every day I will keep on fighting in the trenches for him

"he would not fucking say that" but you ever be looking at fanart and suddenly its "he would not fucking have abs"

[alyimoss]

hmm. i need to be more insane