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lilistayskz · 22 days ago
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In two days (Oct 23) it will be the two year anniversary of the first ever chapter of Yongbok and Noona's story, What It Is To Burn. As of this moment, there are 179,282 words written across 3 'books'. We've listened to 62 songs together, each one an ode to the desperate high of young love.
In two days, I will post the next chapter of These Things I've Done to celebrate, and then I will take a little vacation. I will be on hiatus until New Years, which coincidentally is where we will leave Bokbok on Wednesday night :)
Thank you to everyone who has read and appreciated what I was trying to do with this story. It wasn't always well-received due to the subject matter, but I do plan to continue on with Bokkie and Noona.
Please wait for our return <3
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eladoobler · 1 year ago
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i hate hate hate hate that i cant find this one good brazilian book ANYWHERE online eu vo coringar de verdade manooooooo
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elegyofthemoon · 2 years ago
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🪞🗝️ 🔪 🧷 🎠🐠!!
hi friend !!
emoji ask
🪞 -- What sort of appearance do you feel would reflect your true self?
Lame answer but I kinda just think my appearance as it is works just fine as a reflection of my true self. I feel that the only difference is I have the inherited resting bitch face that the rest of my family does but I guess that'd be fitting for days when I'm just Tired lol
TBH though actually if I had like eyes that changed color by mood I think I'd be fine LOL love that :)
🗝️ -- How do you personally try to get to know people?
Keeping tabs of what people like/dislike. Asking more about it. Checking in on how they're doing and following up if we've previously discussed something going on atm. I also seem to be in a habit of just trying to help whenever I can :'D
🔪 -- What song plays in the videogame cutscene where you (the boss), appear before the protagonist for the first time?
OOO wait so during a video game cutscene prior to the fight, so not necessarily the battle theme but just the introduction music...
I figured it might be something that swells into the fight scene itself, so something that would start with maybe like 1-3 instruments before it slowly crescendos into an orchestrated piece
If I had to pick something similar to that, I'd probably start with something like:
🧷 -- What items do you own that you associate with your favorite characters?
my brain is blanking on this one oopsies I wanted to think of something beyond "merch" but that's all I can say T - T like the Oz plush I got a few months back or insane amount of Leo zines I have sitting on my shelf LKASJDFHLAKH but yeah that's really all I can think of atm TT
🎠 -- Where do you most like to go for fun outside the house?
; - ; tbh with the nonstop studying for the last 4 months I feel like I've completely forgotten what it felt like to go outside and have fun (has hermited the entire way through dedicated studies)
The one time I did go out during and have fun, it was exploring some area in the city we hadn't gone to in a long while. I wanted to go to the museum too but ; - ; we didn't have the time,,
So short answer: just going into the city and exploring. Maybe a museum and learning a little more about the area lol
🐠 -- What color combination do you feel best suits your personality?
uHHHH probably yellow/blue tbh I would've said something more warm of a color like red but then I think red is such a strong color and I don't have that strong of a personality lol
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lyrefromthesea · 5 months ago
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how would the pillars celebrate the birthday of their S/O? :P
Male pillars x Reader - Happy Birthday
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pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader
content warning: none
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Tengen:
• just like him, he makes it flashy
• invites multiple people, variety of food and drinks
• will make sure to put you in the spotlight
• only gives you one or two presents, but they have a deep meaning
you swore your social batteries had died down an hour ago, not sure when this party would end. you had been happy upon coming home and seeing the people you loved congratulate you, but everything needed to end.
right before you were about to tell Tengen that you were exhausted and needed to excuse yourself, you could see him come towards you with a gift in hand.
it was.. weirdly simply. it wasn't presented like the rest of his flashy party for you, but put in a small black box.
"for you, beautiful." he said, gently placing the box in your hand. glancing up at him, as if you wanted reassurance, you slowly removed the lid of the small black box.
your eyes widened upon seeing a small necklace, a beautiful gem attached to it. you knew what it was, he had precisely picked your birthstone.
"Tengen.." you murmured, taking the necklace out with the outmost care. would it be embarrassing to cry now? yes. did you still do it? yes.
"i'm glad you like it, beautiful."
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Obanai:
• hates his own birthdays and now hates them in general
• against big parties and multiple people entering his private walls
• still appreciates you and wants to show you his love
• almost embarrassed when he hands you his present
"happy birthday.." he mumbled, head tilted down. he wasn't used to giving people gifts - especially not the people he liked most.
you awed silently, your fingers brushing against his when you took the present out of his hand.
he had probably wrapped it up himself, much better than one would have expected, but you could still see small flaws - not that you would ever care.
you wanted to open it, but his shy demeanor held you back. he had done something incredible sweet, you wanted to thank him.
"this is so sweet, thank you, Obanai.." you answered, placing the gift down to hold his hand affectionately. he flinched lightly, almost as if he was falling out of a trance.
"it's not sweet, it's what you deserve. if i didn't show you how much i love you, would i really deserve this? you're the serpent of my heart.." his words were clearly spoken with love, making you place a soft kiss against his cheek.
you would've kissed him on the lips, but he unfortunately wore his mask. nevertheless, a small chuckle escaped you, finding his cheesy formulation endearing.
"that was quite cute of you, sometimes i forgot that you're such a softie.."
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Rengoku:
• completely against not celebrating your birthday
• doesn't know how to organize a grand party, wouldn't do it anyways
• invites the people closest to you
• probably collected a series of gifts over the months because they reminded him of you
"and here! these are all for you, i hope they'll bring you pleasure!" he beamed, carrying a small load of presents in his arms. you watched with wide eyes as he placed them on the table in front of you.
naturally, you looked at the other guests, knowing they must've been as surprised as you. however, when none of them even batted an eye, you seemed even more confused.
"he would ask us if you'd like them. you're the only one that didn't know.." one of them chuckled, eventually turning into a shared laughter.
of course this was unusual, but with the man you loved and the people you treasured the most, you couldn't complain at all.
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Sanemi:
• doesn't celebrate his own birthday, will not celebrate yours either
• still shows you that he knows it's your special day
• good morning kiss + congratulations, small acts of service
• will possibly bring you to some place he thought you would enjoy
"do you like it?" he asked, not staring at you, his eyes were focused on the landscape in front of him. he had brought you to a hill outside town, which held a breathtaking view.
"i like it because you're here with me." you teased, watching his eyes narrow slightly and his lips press together. he didn't like admitting it, but your teasing always managed to get a reaction out of him.
"stop being so cheesy, dumbass." he grumbled, yet his hand reached out towards yours, grabbing it and interlocking your fingers.
you smiled at him, scooting closer and placing your head against his shoulder. "i mean it though. i like being with you."
"thank you for bringing me here" you said, feeling his head slowly rest on yours.
no, he wasn't good with words, nor did he know how to properly celebrate a birthday, but he made you feel special in his own way.
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Giyuu:
• another person that doesn't celebrate his birthday, he had no one to celebrate
• was in awe when you celebrated his birthday for the first time and wanted to do the same for you
• asked for help - likely Tanjiro or Shinobu - on how to celebrate your birthday
• eventually bought you a present and cake
"Giyuu?" you asked, tilting your head at the man standing in front of you. you had instantly noticed the small cake on the table and the way he held his arms behind him.
he cleared his throat, as if he wanted to swallow down his insecurities. if you weren't so worried, you would've propably chuckled. but right now, you could only focus on the way he looked so unsure of himself.
"i.. happy birthday.." he finally said, stepping to the side. you looked at the cake, now in full view - it was your favourite. "i thought you would like it.. i also got you this.."
your eyes followed his hands, seeing him take out a small present. it was wrapped in blue paper, a small smile forming on your lips.
"thank you, Giyuu." you responded, but instead of taking the present out of his hands, you wrapped your arms around him. mildly confused, he placed the gift down, returning your hug.
"i want to celebrate all of your birthdays from now on, love.."
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Gyomei:
• definitely likes the idea of celebrating your birthday
• truthfully a bit clueless about where to start, decides to ask for help
• ends up planning your birthday together with a few people you know and like
• calm party, somehow makes you feel at home every time.
"you didn't have to..!" you gasped, your eyes widening when Gyomei brought you into the garden. the sun had already set, but small lights were drenching your surroundings in a homely light.
"do you like it?" he asked, hearing your hair sway lightly as you turned your head in different directions. people were congratulating you from different corners, warm smiles on their faces.
after a moment of pure fascination and a throbbing heart, you looked at him in awe. "i love it."
"i'm glad, we've prepared a few other things for you.." he answered, his warm hand grabbing yours softly and bringing you closer to the others.
another gasp escaped you when you saw your favourite food on the table, a few side dishes making everyone gather around the table.
"there are a few presents for you too." he continued, nodding to the side. your gaze followed, wide eyes watching a dozen of packages sit patiently on another table.
feeling lonely is normal, but it is impossible when you experience this kind of love.
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lilistayskz · 10 months ago
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My brother, God bless him, hasn’t left my side since Sunday morning, despite me refusing to speak for days. Every time I opened my mouth, my heart fought to claw up and out of my throat, resulting in nothing but strangled sobbing. He kind of guessed on his own what had transpired outside - at his wits end Sunday night, Sungie tried to call our sister and I threw his phone across the room in a fit of panic, cracking the screen. Alarmed, he cradled it in his hands and gave me an ultimatum - call Noona, or call Chan. 
“Are you really not going to tell her?” Channie asks quietly. Our oldest friend has posted himself up in my bedroom, turning this week into an extended sleepover. He’s been sleeping on a pallet on my floor, taking diligent notes in the classes we share, and splitting my homework between himself and Minho, who thinks I have the flu. To pass the time, he and Jisung have been working on music for the Romeo and Juliet production, playing around with different melodies and making small talk in the background as they waited for the schism in my brain to heal.
I’m finally ready to talk.
O Serpent Heart - Chapter 6
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I can’t do it anymore, fr I‘m so tired
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triptuckers · 3 months ago
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discoveries - remy lebeau
Request: yes! "Your writing for gambit is so good omg 😭❤️ single handedly feeding me rn!! I was wondering if you would write Gambit with a S/O that has one huge tattoo? Lol I got a sea serpent tattoo last year that crawls up from my arm and onto my chest and it’s my absolute pride and joy!! I’m so curious what Remy’s reaction would be to that 👁️👁️" Pairing: remy lebeau x x-men!reader (reader has the ability to manipulate plants and tree roots and use them as shields/weapons) Summary: when you get hurt during a mission and remy takes care of you, he finds out about your tattoo Warnings: mentions of fighting, violence, injuries (reader gets injured), blood, dizziness, tattoo's, angst Word count: 1.6K A/N: anon getting this request made me realise yes I do need a new tattoo (I'm literally broke and unemployed). enjoy!
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being part of the x-men meant you always had to be ready. even if you were spending a cozy afternoon with remy in one of the gardens of the mansion. apparently the newest set of power hungry villains didn't care if you had the day off.
it's how you find yourself - after complaining about it a great deal - strapped in on the jet less than twenty minutes after you got all but hauled inside the mansion by beast.
remy is sitting next to you, long legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankle, hands tucked behind his head.
'don't fret, chéri, we'll be in and out in no time.' says remy.
even though you had been dating for a short while now, it still made you blush when remy called you nicknames. and he knew it. he's smirking at you now, noticing your reddened cheeks.
'that's what you said last time, and we were there for an entire day cleaning up messes.' you say.
remy merely shrugs. 'I've got a good feeling about this one.'
'alright you lovebirds, can we focus? I'm taking her down.' says scott from the front of the jet.
once you all get out of the jet to assess the situation, you can feel remy's presence next to you.
'bet I can take out more than you, chéri.' he whispers in your ear.
'you're on.' you say.
you and remy are instructed by scott to take care of the villains on the ground while the others get the people trapped in the surrounding buildings to safety.
as the team splits up, you and remy run towards a small group of people who randomly shooting around, creating panic and chaos.
at first, you thought they were just low level criminals, but then you notice the kinds of guns they carry.
'remy!' you yell.
you're quick to manipulate the soil, making tree roots shoot up from the ground that knock remy out of the way but gently lower him to the ground behind a few upturned cars.
'that's sentinel tech.' you say once you catch up with him.
'merde.' he says, shaking his head. 'how do they always get their hands on that? ready to take them out?'
'let's go.' you say, flexing your fingers and making the soil beneath your feet rumble slightly.
remy winks at you before taking off.
the two of you work together to get take out the group currently focusing all of their fire on you. as long as the others got all the people in the buildings to safety, they could point their guns at you all they like.
you and remy move quickly through and around the group with practised ease. while you're focusing on the fight, you can hear remy make witty remarks.
'hey, chéri!' you hear him call.
as you crush a guy's windpipe by wrapping roots around his neck, you quickly shoot him a glance.
'I'm up to seven!' he says, holding up one of his cards, which is a seven of hearts.
'get your head out of the counting, remy!' you say, dodging a blow from your next attacker.
'you got less than gambit?' you hear him say somewhere in the distance.
'I got nine!' you shout.
you hear him curse, then you hear two short explosions before remy appears in your line of sight with a smirk on his face, holding up a card with the number ten on it.
'showoff.' you say, but you smile.
remy winks at you before taking off after a few men who had the sense to run away.
as you follow him, you fail to notice one guy wasn't entirely knocked out. you're too late to notice him. he quickly gets close to you and slashes a knife through your side.
you yell out in pain as your knees threaten to give up on you. you quickly turn around to throw a sharp wooden dagger at him, but your aim is off.
from the corner of you eye, you see a flash of purple and moments later a sharp card hits your attacker square in the forehead, making him crumble to the ground.
you distantly hear someone yell your name as you sway on your feet, a wave of dizziness taking over you. you blindly reach out for something to steady you when your hands find something warm and solid.
remy has caught you in his arms. he's worriedly looking down at you, then notices your side.
'oh, merde...' he says, gently prodding your side.
you suck in a sharp breath at the wave of pain spreading from your ribs. as a reflex, you tighten your hold on remy's arms.
'j'excuse, chéri, hold on, gambit's gonna take care of you.' he says.
before he can say anything else, a shot narrowly misses him. remy quickly throws a handful of cards with his free hand that isn't holding you up.
'cyclops!' he yells. 'I need backup! we got one man down!'
you can hear remy's voice both above you and in your earpiece. you hear scott's answer as remy reaches down to pick you up.
as another sharp burst of pain shoots through your body, you glance down. one of your sides is soaked in blood. the knife had ripped a large gash through your uniform.
you frown at it, you loved your uniform. and now it's ruined. you look up to remy, who is holding you into his arms as he runs toward the jet. he's talking to you, but it's like you can't understand him. you close your eyes to fight off the dizziness, but remy lightly taps your cheek.
'non, mon amour, you can't close your eyes. keep them open for remy, yeah?' he says.
mon amour. that's a new one.
you weakly nod at him.
you see a flash of red as scott runs past you.
'beast!' says remy. 'we got medical supplies on the yet?'
'yes!' comes beast's instant reply. you reach up to take the earpiece out, the sound is too loud and harsh to bear. you're so comfortable in remy's arms, who is trying the best to keep you steady as he runs to the jet as fast as he can.
you hear remy talk to beast as he enters the jet and gently lowers you onto a chair. he reclines the chair so you're more comfortable.
'I'll be right back, chéri.' he says with a kiss to your forehead.
you can hear him rummage around somewhere behind you as you're fighting to keep your eyes open. the pain in your side had shrunk down to a dull ache, but you could tell blood was still coming out of the wound.
remy comes back, carrying a bag of medical supplies with him.
'this ain't gonna be pretty.' he says as he moves closer to you.
'just get it over with.' you say.
'you just keep talking to me, yeah?'
'sure.'
'bien. here we go.'
remy reaches into the bag and gets out a pair of fabric scissors. he hesitates briefly. the two of you hadn't been dating for very long. not much had happened besides the occasional make out session. you'd seen remy without a shirt when you would play basketball with the team, but remy had never seen you without a shirt. suddenly it all felt too quickly.
'it's okay, love.' you say, bringing him out of his hesitation. 'I trust you.'
he nods at you before carefully cutting your uniform off of you. when he has cut away the biggest part of the top half of your uniform, his eyes fall to your body.
not the wound, but rather the other side.
a tattooed serpent that slithers from your rib cage over your shoulder and disappears into the sleeve remy hadn't cut off.
instead of checking the wound, remy trails his fingers softly over your tattoo. you watch as his eyes follow the pattern of ink. you would have thought you were shy and nervous to be sitting here shirtless with remy. but you loved your tattoo. the design is beautiful, and it means a lot to you.
'so that's what you've been hiding beneath that suit of yours.' he murmurs.
'you like it?' you say softly. while you loved your tattoo, there had been different kinds of reactions from people who saw it.
'chéri... it's beautiful.' says remy, soothing your worries.
'I almost feel bad for having to cover it up.' says remy, reaching out to get out the medical supplies.
'don't worry, you'll get to look at it plenty after I've healed.' you say.
'really?'
'yeah, of course. if you'd still have me with a giant scar on my side.'
'I'm with you til the end, mon amour. now let's get you fixed up.' says remy, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. 'in the meantime, tell me the story how you got it, hm? need you to stay awake for me.'
'alright.' you say softly, and you start telling the story of how you got the tattoo as remy works on cleaning the wound and bandaging you up.
when he wraps the binding around your chest, you can tell his hands linger on your tattoo, tracing its outlines.
you close your eyes and lean back as remy secures the bandage. you feel how he lightly taps your forehead, then presses a kiss to the tip of your nose.
'all done, chéri.' he says.
his voice sounds close, and when you open your eyes, you see his face right in front of you.
you smile tiredly at him. 'can I sleep now?'
remy smiles back at you. 'oui, mon amour.'
'stay here?'
'always.'
you feel how remy gently traces your tattoo again as you drift off to sleep.
A/N:thanks for reading! everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. please do not copy, translate, plagiarise or repost my work! some of these are requested by other people and I spend a lot of time and effort on my works <3 much love, marit
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lilistayskz · 8 months ago
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“How are you so perfect?” asks perfection herself, running her fingertips gently over my belly. “You're an angel, Yongbok. A literal angel, sent from heaven, just for me.” 
We’re lying here in Chan hyung’s bed, sweaty and breathless, me and my Noona. She’s been making googly eyes at me nonstop, even with my dick in her mouth. It’s the most adorable, heartwarming thing in the whole world; I still can’t believe she’s my girlfriend. After kissing my stomach one last time, she slithers up my body and wraps her arms around my neck, crushing me with her body weight.
“I think you might be the angel,” I mumble into her hair. We’re taking a break - okay, I’m taking a break; she’s sucked me so dry that I almost cried the last time I orgasmed - and now we’re just talking for a little while, I guess. “I’m the spawn of Satan himself. Every day I wake up and wonder why you love me like you do.” 
So this is paradise. She could be with anyone else, literally anyone, but she’s chosen to give herself to me. Two months ago, I cried myself to sleep, desperate for her love, terrified of a life without her. Now, she’s holding me, kissing me, wanting me.
How can this be real? 
“Do you know I prayed for you before you were born?” she whispers, tracing my bottom lip with her thumb. God, when she says things like that… my heart twists in a way that can't be healthy. She squeezes my cheeks in her hands and leans in to kiss me cutely. I smile up at her, at her hair falling down, her bright eyes roaming my face, and I know I’m right - if one of us is an angel, it’s Noona.
O Serpent Heart - Chapter 10
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doumadono · 1 month ago
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Warnings: dark ending, smut, exhibitionism, blood, overstimulation, p in v, creampie, death
Summary: as the high priestess, you lead a ritual to summon the powerful King of Curses, offering your body and soul as a willing sacrifice, only to meet your inevitable demise at the hands of the very deity you revere
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The torches crackled and hissed in their sconces, bathing the ancient temple in flickering light and casting shadows that danced across the walls. Your heart pounded against your ribs like a caged animal, the anticipation making your palms sweat as you stood in front of the altar, your fingers fumbling slightly with the crimson silk robe draped over your shoulders. You weren’t supposed to be nervous, not when you had performed similar rituals countless times before - but tonight was different.
Around you, the other believers swayed in unison, their eyes closed, their lips moving in fervent, whispered chants. Their voices rose and fell, a symphony of devotion that vibrated through your bones, a palpable force that seemed to draw power from the very air itself. You could feel it - thrumming through your veins, wrapping around your heart, filling your lungs until every breath you took felt heavy with anticipation.
Tonight, you were calling upon the King of Curses himself.
"Brothers, sisters," you called out, your voice commanding yet gentle, a whisper that carried power, "tonight, we offer ourselves to him. Our bodies, our souls - everything belongs to our Lord Sukuna."
Your words were met with a chorus of whispered agreements, their voices merging into one, an endless, hypnotic hum that resonated through the chamber. You took a step forward, the hem of your crimson robes trailing across the cold stone. You could feel it - a rising tide of energy that thrummed beneath your feet, creeping up your legs, twisting around your spine like a serpent.
The silk robe draped over your shoulders was barely a barrier, translucent, whisper-thin, catching the dim light of the torches and clinging to the curves of your body. It was the only thing shielding you from the eyes of other believers. As you moved, it slid against your skin like a lover’s touch, revealing glimpses of bare flesh, the swell of your hips, the curve of your breasts and the perky nipples that hardened due to the cold air in the chamber.
You had studied ancient texts, whispered tales passed down through generations, and listened to the trembling voices of elders. They spoke of a creature, a god-like demon, who could bring salvation or damnation with a flick of his wrist. And you needed him. You needed his power, his strength, to protect what was left of your home from the relentless enemy forces that threatened to devour everything you loved.
Your master had always warned you that summoning such a powerful entity could be dangerous. In fact, most would consider it sheer madness. But you had practiced, studied, and prepared every day for this moment. And the time had finally come. 
You took a deep breath, pushing the doubts and fear from your mind. The ritual demanded absolute confidence, unwavering faith, and total submission. "Great Ryomen Sukuna," you began, your voice strong despite the fear coursing through your veins, "I call upon you, the one true King of Curses, to grace us with your presence. We offer our devotion, our loyalty, and our souls as tribute." 
The wind seemed to howl in response, the flames of the torches flickering more violently as if acknowledging your words.
There was no turning back now.
You repeated the incantation, your tone growing more fervent, your body swaying with the rhythm of the ancient words. 
The wind howled around you stronger, rustling your hair and the hem of your ceremonial robe. With trembling fingers, you took the knife from the altar, its blade gleaming in the moonlight. "O, King of Curses," you murmured, your voice barely more than a breath, "I offer you my blood, my flesh, my soul. Come forth and answer our call."
Without hesitation, you sliced across your palm, the sting sharp but brief. Blood welled up and dripped onto the cracked stone altar, seeping into the ancient symbols you had painstakingly carved into its surface. The ground trembled beneath you, as though the earth itself recognized the power you sought to unleash.
For a moment, there was nothing but silence. Then, the wind died down, the air becoming unnervingly still, and a sense of dread settled over you like a thick, suffocating blanket. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt an overwhelming presence, one that pressed against your very soul and made your body ache with fear.
From the back of the altar, a shadow stirred, a darkness so thick it seemed to swallow the flickering torchlight. The air grew heavy, stifling, and a hush fell over the temple as the believers knelt lower, trembling in anticipation. From the depths of that black void, a figure emerged - slowly, deliberately, as though he had all the time in the world to make his presence known.
Sukuna emerged from the darkness, his presence suffocating, overwhelming. He towered over all, a god among mortals, cloaked in light, flowing robes that barely concealed the powerful form beneath. His muscular body, honed and perfect, moved with the grace of a predator, every step deliberate, echoing with the weight of his authority. His skin was pale, but not with any human fragility - it was alabaster, almost ethereal, in contrast to the black, intricate markings that wound across his chest, arms, and neck. Those tattoos, like dark serpents, seemed to shift with the flickering light, symbols of his immense power and ancient origins, each line coiling and twisting like chains of darkness binding the god of curses.
But it was his face that captured you - the sight of him, fully revealed. His hair, a wild, chaotic pinkish-red hue, framed his angular features, strands catching in the torchlight like flames burning in the night. The color was unnatural, vibrant, a stark contrast to the coldness of his expression. His sharp jawline and high cheekbones gave him an undeniable, cruel beauty, a face that seemed carved by the gods themselves for the sole purpose of commanding and conquering.
His eyes, though - those were what ensnared you. Crimson and burning with an unholy light, they bore into you with terrifying intensity, gleaming with malevolence and ancient hunger. Four of them, two set above the other, creating a gaze that felt impossible to escape, as if they saw through everything - your soul, your mind, your very existence laid bare before him. 
Two pairs of arms remained folded across his chest, the motion languid, casual, as though he had all the time in the world. His hands, adorned with black markings like the rest of his body, exuded a dangerous aura, as though each movement was capable of bending reality itself to his will. 
His gaze swept over the temple, pausing only when it found you. Beneath the thin silk robe draped over your naked form, your skin prickled under his scrutiny. His eyes lingered, dark amusement playing in the depths of his four crimson orbs. His lips curled into a cruel, knowing smile, a smirk that told you he had seen this moment long before you had ever whispered his name. "Well," Sukuna's voice was deep, resonating with the power of an ancient god. "It’s been a long time since anyone dared to summon me in such a way. I thought all of my worshippers had been swallowed by the sands of time. And yet here you are, kneeling before me like a lamb to the slaughter, sacrificing yourself so willingly, little priestess.”
You swallowed hard, willing yourself not to tremble under his scrutiny. "I am here to serve you, my Lord Sukuna," you uttered, bowing deeply until your forehead nearly touched the stone floor. "I have dedicated my life to you, and I wish to offer myself as your vessel. I am yours to command." 
Sukuna's laugh was harsh, echoing through the chamber like thunder. "Is that so? And what makes you think that you, a mere mortal, could be worthy of serving me?"
"I have prepared for this moment my entire life," you answered, lifting your head to meet his gaze. "I am willing to give you everything - my body, my soul, my very existence - if it pleases you, my Lord."
"Hmmm." Sukuna stepped closer, his eyes narrowing as they roamed over your form. You could feel the heat radiating from him, a tangible aura of power that made your skin tingle. He towered over you, the sheer presence of him enough to make you feel like an insect beneath his heel. "Stand," he ordered, and you obeyed, rising to your feet with as much grace as you could muster. 
He reached out with one of his many hands, the claws grazing your cheek, drawing a single line of blood. He observed the crimson droplet with a glint of amusement before pressing his thumb to your lips. "Lick it," he commanded, and without hesitation, you parted your lips, your tongue darting out to taste the coppery tang of your own blood. 
"Interesting," Sukuna mused, watching you with a predatory intensity. "You do not cower or flinch. Are you not afraid of me, little priestess?"
"I am," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "But my fear is nothing compared to my desire to serve you, my Lord."
His laughter reverberated through the temple once more, and this time, you could sense a hint of genuine amusement beneath the mockery. "Very well. Let’s see if you can truly entertain me." 
In a blink, Sukuna's fingers curled around your throat, lifting you off your feet as if you weighed nothing. 
You gasped, your hands instinctively gripping his wrist, but you didn’t struggle. You couldn’t - wouldn’t. 
He brought you closer, his breath warm against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Do you know what happens to those who disappoint me?" he whispered, his tone dark and laced with malice.
"No, my Lord," you replied, your voice choked but unwavering. 
"They die," he mused simply, letting the weight of his words sink in. "Painfully. Slowly. And I enjoy every second of it."
He released you, and you crumpled to the floor, gasping for air, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. But even in the face of such raw power, you felt no regret. You pushed yourself back up onto your knees, bowing your head. "I will not disappoint you, my Lord," you promised.
"Prove it," Sukuna growled, gesturing toward the altar. "Strip."
Your fingers trembled as you reached for the sash of your robe, but you obeyed, letting the silk slide from your shoulders to pool around your feet. You stood before him, naked and vulnerable, feeling the weight of his gaze as it roamed over every inch of your body. 
Despite your nakedness exposed to the cold air of the temple and the eyes of the other believers kneeling around you, you felt no shame, no fear. Their gazes, if they dared to lift their heads from the stone floor, meant nothing in the grandness of this moment. You had prepared for this - body, mind, and soul. Each prayer, each offering, every ritual bath had cleansed you of doubt, stripped you of earthly concerns. Your purpose was singular, unwavering. It wasn’t their eyes that mattered; only his. You stood bare not only in flesh but in spirit, ready to fulfill the sacred role of high priestess, ready to meet the eyes of the god you had summoned. This was the moment you had waited for, and no mortal gaze could shake your resolve.
Sukuna took his time, savoring the sight of you, and a dark chuckle escaped his lips. "Such a delicate little thing," he murmured, almost as if to himself. "I wonder how long you'll last before you break."
He approached you, each step sending a jolt of electricity through the air, and with a flick of his wrist, you were laid out on the altar, your back against the cool stone. The sensation was jarring, but you didn’t dare protest. 
Sukuna’s hands traced the length of your body, his touch both gentle and brutal as he gripped the plush of your skin occasionally as if he were mapping out all the ways he could destroy you. His smile widened, revealing sharp, pointed teeth that gleamed in the dim light. He captured your lips in a searing kiss, his mouth claiming yours with an intensity that left you breathless. You could feel his other hands moving, one pinning your wrists above your head, another spreading your legs wide for him, and the last caressing the soft flesh of your inner thigh, drawing out a shiver that left you weak.
He played with your hard nipples a bit, then reached up and stuck a finger in your mouth. 
You sucked on it for a second, and then the king of curses pulled it out and smeared the wetness on your left nipple. 
Once it was wet, he blew on it, and it hardened even further.
You moaned softly, sucking your lower lip into your mouth, rubbing your thighs together.
He parted your legs unceremoniously. 
As his fingers brushed against your pussy lips, you gasped, your body instinctively reacting to the sensation. "Please…" you begged, the word slipping out before you could stop it. 
"Please, what?" Sukuna taunted, nipping at your lower lip, drawing blood and drinking it willingly. "You’ll need to be more specific, little priestess."
"Please, take me," you pleaded, the desperation evident in your voice. "Make me yours, my Lord Sukuna."
Sukuna’s grin was feral, and without warning, he thrust two fingers inside you despite the resistance of your tight pussy, making you cry out in both pleasure and pain. "Such a pretty little thing," he cooed mockingly. "So eager to be ruined." He moved his fingers with a deliberate slowness, savoring every reaction, every gasp, and moan that escaped your lips while his thumb brushed over your clit.
It was overwhelming: the heat, the sensation, the knowledge that you were entirely at his mercy. Your legs were already trembling like leaves on the cold autumn wind. You writhed beneath him, your body straining against the hold of his hand on your wrists, and he watched you with those crimson eyes, drinking in your every movement.
"Beg," Sukuna commanded, his voice low and dangerous. "Beg for me, and I might consider being gentle."
"Please," you whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "Please, my Lord. I want you. I need you."
He laughed, the sound vibrating through your very bones. "Very well," he purred, "I’ll grant you your wish." He pushed his white hakama pants down his muscular legs, revealing the monstrous size of his member. His cockhead bounced back firmly against his toned abdomen, an audible slap as flesh met flesh. He slowly jerked himself several times, watching you writhing in anticipation, gently playing with your breasts as you looked him right in his crimson eyes. His cock got rock hard nearly instantly. Ryomen positioned himself at your entrance, and with a single, brutal thrust, he filled you completely, the angry, red tip of his cock kissing your cervix as he settled himself within your wetness. 
You cried out, arching off the altar, your fingers digging into the stone as he began to move, each thrust harder, faster, and more demanding than the last.
The pain was there, sharp and searing, but it was drowned out by the pleasure, the feeling of being completely and utterly claimed by the King of Curses. "You belong to me now," Sukuna growled, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck after he leaned in. "You’ll serve me, obey me, worship me until the day you die."
"Yes," you gasped, clinging to him, feeling your release building, the heat coiling tighter and tighter within your abdomen. "Yes, my Lord, always."
Sukuna's laughter was the last thing you heard before he drove you over the edge, your body convulsing with pleasure so intense it felt as though you might shatter. And as you fell apart in his arms, the only thought that lingered in your mind was that you were finally his.
The world around you blurred as your body quivered beneath Sukuna’s relentless assault, every nerve alight with sensation.
His nails - sharp and jagged - scraped across your skin, leaving thin red lines in their wake. He grope your breasts, squeezing them between his calloused digits, brushing the nipples with the pads of his thumbs. "You're so fragile," Sukuna murmured, almost as if in awe as he kept of fucking your already overstimulated pussy. "So breakable. Yet you begged for this. Tell me, does it hurt?" He improved your position and hoisted your legs up onto his muscular shoulders. Sukuna began a fierce pounding, hammering away from the start.
"Y-Yes," you stammered, your voice hoarse from screaming, from crying out his name. "But it feels so good. My pussy is so sore, my Lord!”
He chuckled darkly, leaning in close until his breath ghosted across the column of your neck. "That's because you belong to me now, little priestess," he whispered, each word a venomous promise. "I will make you mine over and over again until there is nothing left of you but a shell that worships my very existence."
After abruptly pulling out of you, he flipped you over, dropping you on all fours. He quickly positioned himself behind you, his fat, swollen, cockhead pressed against your wet needy pussy so hard it almost forced you open. 
Grabbing your hips, his rough fingers digging into your fleshy hips that supported your fat fuckable ass, he threw himself toward. The power of his thrust would've forced you off the altar if not for Sukuna holding you in place. Your entire body surged forward as a cock too big to take was forced into you with unstoppable strength. Sukuna’s hand shot to grab your hair and pull you head back, arching your back against his chest as he kept on slamming into the tightness of your core. His other hand moved to wrap tightly around your neck.
The muscles in his arms bulged as he quickened his pace, slamming into you with a force that sent shockwaves through your sweaty body. ''There will be no breaks for you tonight, little whore of mine. I want to fuck this fucking cunt of yours non-stop, do you understand?”
You gave a nod and made a quiet sound, and Sukuna pushed his cock in deeper, making you squeal a muffled cry as you bit on your lower lip, drawing blood from the flesh.
The wet slamming of your bodies filled the huge chamber.
You couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but feel him. The sensation of his heat, his strength, and his utter dominance was enough to drive you to madness.
Soon, you were flipped on your back again, and immediately his massive cock pushed back into your abused pussy. His eyes burned with violent lust, yours were filled with a satisfaction like you'd just achieved your life's work.
One of his free hands moved up, tangling in your hair, jerking your head back so that you were forced to look into his eyes. Those crimson orbs gleamed with sadistic pleasure, reflecting the flickering flames around you, and you were certain you'd never seen anything more terrifying or beautiful in your life. "Say it," Sukuna commanded, his voice ragged. "Say that you belong to me."
"I… I belong to you," you choked out, tears streaming down your cheeks, the rawness of your voice echoing in the chamber. "I am yours, my Lord Sukuna." You took immense pleasure in being watched by the other believers. Your body, already beautiful on its own, became a sight to behold when joined by Sukuna's presence.
The satisfaction in his expression was palpable, and he leaned down, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was as much a claim as it was a punishment. He kissed you with the same brutal intensity that he took you, his tongue invading your mouth, leaving no room for resistance, no space for doubt. His other mouth, placed on his abdomen decided to have some fun too, so the slimy tongue darted out to lap at your clitoris.
You felt the pressure building again, that unbearable coil tightening in your core, threatening to snap at any moment. "Please!" you gasped, your nails digging into his skin, your body arching against him in a desperate attempt to bring him even closer. "Please, my Lord, let me… let me…!"
"Not yet," he snarled, his grip tightening painfully on your wrists. "You will not come until I allow it. Do you understand?"
You nodded frantically, the desperation evident in every fiber of your being. "Y-Yes, my Lord.”
"Good," Sukuna purred, thrusting harder, deeper, his movements growing more erratic, more frenzied. The sound of your flesh meeting echoed in the chamber, mingling with your ragged breaths and the low growls that rumbled from his chest. And still, he denied you, holding you on the precipice of pleasure, refusing to let you fall over that edge. His dick brushed all of the right spots deep within your pussy, and since you were dripping wet at that point, some of your juices were pushed out of you by his massive length.
"Please…" you whimpered, your entire body trembling, your mind unraveling as you teetered on the brink. "I can't… I can’t…"
"Beg," he demanded, and the cruelty in his voice sent a shiver down your spine. "Beg me for your release."
"Please, my Lord Sukuna," you sobbed, your voice breaking, your vision blurring as the tears streamed down your face. "Please, I beg you. I need it. I need you."
For a moment, he said nothing, merely watching you with that infuriatingly calm expression, his crimson eyes glowing with a light that seemed to come from another world. And then, without warning, he drove into you one final time, his body tensing, muscles rippling as he found his own release, spilling his thick, warm cum within you in nearly five massive spurts. The sensation was overwhelming, like fire spreading through your veins, igniting every nerve, every cell in your body. Slowly he withdrew the whole length of his cock and jerked himself while he kept on spraying thick liquid all over your helpless body. He covered your abdomen in hot cum until you were completely drenched in white, sticky goo. "Now," he growled, his voice rough and ragged. "Now, you may come."
It was all the permission you needed. The coil snapped, and you shattered, your body convulsing, waves of pleasure crashing over you in an endless, merciless torrent. You screamed, your voice hoarse and raw, the sound echoing through the temple, mingling with Sukuna’s own guttural groans as he continued to pound you, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure from your trembling form, not minding the hot tears rolling down your flushed cheeks. You shuddered in orgasm, cumming just from looking from under your half-closed eyelids, and imagining your Lord Sukuna fucking you again. "My body was made for you, my Lord.”
You were dimly aware of his hands on your body, caressing you, grounding you as you slowly came down from that euphoric high. Your vision blurred, your body limp, utterly spent, and you collapsed against the altar, unable to do anything but lie there, gasping for breath.
Sukuna’s fingers traced lazy patterns across your skin, and despite the roughness, there was a gentleness to his touch now, a possessiveness that made your heart flutter. "You did well," he murmured, his tone almost tender. "You pleased your lord."
A smile tugged at the corners of your lips, and you forced yourself to meet his gaze. "Thank you, my Lord," you whispered, your voice barely audible, but he heard it. 
He smirked, leaning down to capture your lips once more, this time in a kiss that was slow, lingering, a silent acknowledgment of what you had just shared. Looking directly at where you were connected, Sukuna pulled his semi-hard cock out of you, grinning like a kid while watching how your mixed cum dribbled out of your reddened, abused hole. He scooped some on the pad of his index finger and took a closer look at the slimy, pearly white liquid slowly streaming down his digit. He pushed his finger past his parted lips, tasting himself and you on his tongue. “Such a delicious, little lamb,” he praised within a grunt that rumbled deep in his chest.
His fingers still traced across your skin, but their touch now carried a different weight. 
You sensed the shift immediately, though your body, still dazed from the euphoria, struggled to react.
“Such a good little lamb,” he mused, his voice low and silky. “But even the most loyal lambs must be sacrificed.”
Your breath caught in your throat, but your body was too weak, too drained to move. You had known from the start what this ritual would cost you. You had prepared for it, accepted it. And yet, as you lay beneath him, his shadow swallowing you whole, that acceptance turned to a quiet, desperate hope for more - more time, more moments, more of him.
His hand wrapped around your throat with deceptive gentleness, his grip firm but not yet cruel. Sukuna leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. “You’ve served your purpose,” he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. “And now, you’ll give me one final gift.”
A flash of panic surged through your exhausted body, but it was too late. His fingers tightened, cutting off your air, and his crimson eyes glowed with an almost loving intensity as he watched the life slowly being drained from yours. You clawed weakly at his wrist, but there was no malice in his actions - only inevitability.
As the darkness crept in, your vision narrowing to a pinpoint, Sukuna pressed one last kiss to your forehead. “Rest now,” he murmured, his voice soothing, as if he were putting you to sleep rather than ending your life. “You’ve earned it, satisfying your lord.”
The world dimmed, your body going limp as your final breath left you. The last thing you saw was his cruel, satisfied smile, and then - then was pure nothingness.
The temple fell silent, save for the distant murmur of the remaining believers, aware that their high priestess had become nothing more than a sacrifice, her blood and soul claimed by the king of curses.
As Sukuna’s laughter echoed through the vast temple, the gathered believers knelt in silent terror again. Their faces, once filled with awe and reverence, were now twisted in fear. They had witnessed the culmination of the ritual, the ultimate sacrifice of their high priestess - the one who had led them, who had spoken the will of their dark god. And now, she lay still, her lifeless body draped across the altar, pale and motionless, while Sukuna stood over her, drenched in the eerie glow of the temple’s firelight.
Some of the followers dared to look up, trembling, their eyes wide with horror. The sight of Sukuna towering above her was both majestic and terrifying - a god who had claimed his offering without hesitation or remorse. The air hung heavy with the smell of incense and the iron tang of blood, a solemn testament to the price of their devotion.
One brave soul, trembling with fear, took a step back, his face pale. Others followed, their belief shaken as they witnessed the brutal truth of the god they had summoned. Whispers broke out, hushed and frantic, the terror rising in their chests as they realized that if even their high priestess could fall to Sukuna’s insatiable hunger, then none of them were safe.
Sukuna turned his gaze on them, his crimson eyes gleaming with malevolent amusement, and in an instant, the whispering ceased. Every believer froze in place, their hearts racing as they cowered under his piercing stare.
"Frightened, are we?" he drawled, his voice low and mocking, sending a chill down their spines. His presence was overwhelming, dominating the space as he stepped away from your lifeless form, leaving it to rest as though it were nothing more than a discarded toy.
He scanned the kneeling figures, a smirk playing on his lips. "You shall be," he continued, his tone dripping with cruel satisfaction. "What did you think would happen when you called upon me? That I would take, and not demand more?"
The fear in their eyes only seemed to amuse him further. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, his bare feet silent against the stone floor, but every movement radiated power. "This is what it means to serve me," he said, his voice a dangerous purr, each word like a blade slicing through the tense silence. "To give everything. Your bodies, your souls, your lives."
He paused, his gaze narrowing, daring any of them to defy him. None did. "But take heart," he added, almost teasing, his tone shifting as though speaking to children. "Your devotion has pleased me. You live, for now. Consider yourselves fortunate, mortals."
A dark chuckle escaped his throat. “Continue to worship me," Sukuna claimed, his voice turning cold. "But remember - this is the price. When your time comes, there will be no mercy."
With that final, ominous warning, Sukuna turned away from them, disappearing into the shadows that had birthed him, leaving his followers trembling in his wake. 
The oppressive silence returned, broken only by the faint crackling of the temple’s torches and some quiet sobs, as the believers remained frozen in place, afraid to move, afraid to breathe.
In the center of the altar, your body lay still, a solemn reminder of the fate that awaited those who dared to summon the King of Curses.
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urds-lover · 2 months ago
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SOFT YANDERE NEUVILETTE X S/O
It started with lavish gifts, each one more personal than the last. A delicate bracelet, a pair of sapphire earrings, luxurious dresses—all of them carefully placed in her home where she would find them. Then came the flowers: perfect Romaritime Flowers, left on her kitchen counter, her bedroom, even her bathroom mirror. Each gift came with a note, always signed the same way: "Truly yours, N."
At first, she felt flattered—who wouldn’t? Someone was clearly infatuated with her, someone willing to spare no expense to shower her with treasures. It was obsessive, but she never felt unsafe. She’d catch glimpses of him sometimes, a figure disappearing into the shadows, always keeping just out of sight. Whoever he was, he seemed harmless, almost protective. She convinced herself it was romantic. Yet, deep down, a small, unspoken unease lingered, the feeling that this man—this N—was watching her too closely.
But soon, she began receiving notes that were different—vulgar, threatening. It was clear there was another stalker in her life, and he wasn’t leaving gifts. His messages were filled with violence, the promises of a man who wanted to take, not give. She felt like her life was unraveling, as if both men were slowly tightening their hold on her, one with lavish gifts and the other with fear. She started locking her doors and windows obsessively, but no matter what, the sense of being watched never left.
Then came the night when everything fell apart.
She heard it first—the sound of breaking glass. Her heart raced as she stood frozen in her living room, paralyzed by the realization that someone had just broken into her home. Her hands shook, fear gripping her as the door slammed open. The man who entered wasn’t N. His eyes were wild, predatory. There were no flowers, no notes, only the violent intent in his gaze as he moved toward her.
She screamed, scrambling away, trying to reach something—anything—to defend herself. But he was too fast, grabbing her and throwing her against the wall. His breath was hot and heavy against her skin as he pinned her down, his hands rough and cruel. She struggled, fighting him with every ounce of strength she had, but it wasn’t enough.
Just as the darkness was closing in, a thunderous crash echoed through the room. The air seemed to shift, becoming colder, wetter. Water began to surge into the room, crashing in from nowhere and slamming into the man with an almost terrifying force. He was flung across the floor, his body pinned by the water as it twisted and coiled around him like a serpent.
She looked up, her breath coming in ragged gasps, to see him. "N".
His figure was imposing, his long silver hair flowing like water as he stood in the doorway, his eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. The water responded to his every movement, tightening around the intruder, who whimpered and gasped for breath. Neuvillette’s expression was cold, devoid of the gentleness she had once imagined from her secret admirer.
“I warned you,” Neuvillette spoke, his voice calm but filled with an underlying menace. “You were never meant to touch her.”
With a simple gesture, the water constricted around the man, squeezing until he passed out, his body crumpling to the floor like a rag doll. Neuvillette’s gaze finally shifted to her, his face softening only slightly as he approached her trembling form. His hand extended toward her, but she flinched, unable to move, her body shaking with fear and confusion.
She felt tears spilling down her cheeks as the weight of everything hit her—two stalkers, one violent, the other her so-called protector. She wasn’t sure which one terrified her more.
Neuvillette knelt down, his eyes scanning her for injuries. His voice was softer now, almost soothing, but there was an edge to it. “He won’t hurt you again. No one will.”
“You’re safe now,” he whispered into her hair. “I’ve always been watching. I’ve always been here.”
She froze at his words, her heart pounding in her chest. “It was you,” she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re the one who’s been leaving the flowers, the gifts…”
Without thinking, she reached for him, her body moving on instinct as she collapsed into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. For a moment, he remained still, and then his arms wrapped around her. His embrace was firm, possessive, almost too tight, as if he feared she might slip away from him.
He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his own glowing faintly in the darkness. “Yes,” he admitted, without hesitation. “I’ve been watching over you for a long time. I couldn’t let anyone else near you.”
Her mind reeled as the full weight of his obsession settled on her. This wasn’t romance. It wasn’t love. He had been stalking her, manipulating her life from the shadows, and now, with the other stalker gone, there was no one left to protect her from him.
But as she looked into his eyes, there was no fear—only a twisted sense of security, as if she was safer in his arms than anywhere else. And that terrified her more than anything.
With a final shuddering breath, she whispered, “What do you want from me?”
Neuvillette smiled faintly, his hand brushing a tear from her cheek. “Only what is already mine.”
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thisonehere · 1 month ago
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To Deal with a Judas
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A/n: Thank you so much, @unknown-niko, for this amazing idea. It is long over due that I write it for you.
Summary: You are there to witness Bi-Han's betrayal, and you act accordingly.
Tag: Mk1, MK AU, Request, long fic
C/w: Mention of blood and killing, Betrayal, Good-Bad ending
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"Kuai Liang and I will capture him," Bi-Han's voice hung low as he stared at the entrance he saw the necromancer Quan Chi walk into, his new target. "Stay here, do not let them activate the soul stealer." Bi-Han ordered Tomas. He had had just clashed with thee of Shang Tsung and Quan Chi's most powerful lackeys, a vampire, a demon, and a collection of souls. He could feel his blood pumping, his heart racing, the adrenaline flowing throughout his body, and Bi-Han loved every second of it. He wanted to go after the sorcerers next, he couldn't wait to get his hands on the sorcerers. He'd them under a mountain of snow.
"And me, Grandmaster?" He turns and there you are, eagerly waiting for instructions. Bi-Han narrowed his eyes. "You..." He trails off, what to do with you?. Bi-Han was unsure on bringing you with him on this mission, you should be home, where you'd be safe. He thought you too inexperienced to join him, you might slow him down, hinder his efforts. But Liu Kang insisted, and now you're here. He looked you up and down with his judgemental eyes, not sure what to do with you, no doubt picking you apart and seeing every possible weakness you have that would make you a liability.
"You will stay here. Stay with Tomas and keep watching just in case any more minions come." His voice was stern and his gaze forbidding. Your shoulder slumped at this, you had hoped to go with Bi-Han and fight by his side. Make up for the earlier defeat. When Nitara swooped down and attacked, she had knocked both you and Tomas aside, you remained somewhat unconscious during the fight while he and Kuai dealt with her and Sareena. You felt so ashamed of it, you embarrassed yourself in front of him, mad yourself seem weak to him, that was one of the last things you wanted. "O-oh... Very well then. I won't let you down." Conviction and passion in your voice. Behind turns his back from you as he and Kuai climbed the steps and entered the building.
You and Tomas quickly went to work ensuring that the soul stealer remained inactive. You started lookout and Tomas took care of anyone who came close, which wasn't often, everyone seemed to stay in the building. Time went on longer and longer and there was no sign of Bi-Han or Kuai, you started to worry. "What are they doing in there?" You wondered out loud causing Tomas to know shrug. "No doubt Kuai and Bi-Han have already dealt with them." He said hopefully. But something kept tugging at your heart, something was wrong. Something happened to them.
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"Soul Stealers are deadly, but they're not enough." Bi-Han growled to Shang Tsung. He and Kuai's hand were bound in chains, they had failed and they were captured. Kuai hated the smug look on Tsung's face as they were carried away. But he stopped thinking about that the moment the sorcerer began to try to tempt his brother to join him. Worse, Bi-Han seemed to be interested in this. He tried to intervene, he begged his brother not to listen to this snake, not even as much as the entertain the thought the server was trying to pour into his mind, but he was silenced by his own brother, his Grandmaster.
The halls were filled with the marching of General Shao's and the clanging of chain around his and Kuai's wrists. Kuai was desperate, not about breaking free from these chains, but stopping his brother from being beguiled by the serpent holding them captive. Tsung mused about Emperor Ying, specifically about his army. They entered a tomb, Emperor Ying tomb filled to the brim with a silent cold warrior. Kuai's eyes went this way and that as he eyed every statued warrior, the Dragon army. Mindless automatons that could unleash unknown destruction and the subjugation of realms. It all horrified Kuai, but the look on Bi-Han face horrified him more. He looked...impressed.
Bi-Han stared at this, he climbed the steps to meet Shang Tsung, and he offered his restraints to him. "BI-HAN, NO!!!" He cried, Shao's men jump to retrain him as he calls out to his brother. His ignored his brother as he shook hands with Tsung, a pleased smile hung on the sorcerers face. "Father would turn in his grave if he saw this!" Bi-Han froze at this, he quickly wiped around to face his brother, a vile sheer on his face. "He was a doddering old fool. He did us a favor having that accident, and I was right to let him die."
"Let him die? YOU SAID YOU TRIED TO SAVE HIM!" once again Kuai lunged forward and the Soldiers pulled him back. He felt evey dizzy. Kuai felt his heart slowly break, it felt like the world was going to madness. "A lie. Because you couldn't and still couldn't face the truth. Father had...had..." Upon instinct, Bi-Han caught a knife aimed at his head. All heads turned to see where it came from and there you were standing there, tightly gripping another of your throwing knives, ready to launch it. "Y/n?! What do you think your doing?" Bi-Han's softened for a second when he realized it was you who threw the knife. He stared at you for what felt like an eternity, then they slowly narrow in fury spat at you as he throws the knife to the ground. "You...You..." but he couldn't find the words. You just stared there as you locked eyes with your grandmaster and both of you stared at each other. You felt your blood run cold under his gaze.
Kuai immediately took advantage of everyone being distracted, he elbowed one soldier in the face and slammed his chains against the others. Blood spattered everywhere and everyone put their attention on Kuai now. The room erupted into chaos, everyone in the room didn't know who to focus on. You both raised hell, Kuai slammed his chains like a mad left and right while you threw your blades at every person you could make out as a target.
During the calamity, Kuai found Bi-Han and he charged at him. Kuai slammed his chains against Bi-Han so hard that Bi-Han slammed to the ground. He didn't get back up. Kuai raises the chains over his head and brings it down for another strike. He does it again and again, if he keeps this, he'll kill him. Rage filled him, all he could see was red at the moment as he was stuck in some sort of a berserker rage. A soldier ran at him, his sword thrown. Kuai spun around about strike but acted first and threw your knife clean into his head. "KUAI, COME ON, WE NEED TO GO!" You shriek at the top of your lungs.
At that second Kuai became aware of the now awakening Dragon army. Tsung activated them and now they had their eyes on him. He bitterly looks down at his unconscious brother, there's many things he is feeling right. But he can't figure them out right now, now he needs to escape. You both rush out of the chamber, as you do you hear multiple footsteps behind you but neither of you look back.
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"This way!" You let Kuai into the Treasure Chamber. With his pryromancy, Kuai managed to melt the chains allowing him to free himself. Kuai spotted the unconscious bodies of Quan Chi, Rain, Havik and Darrius lying on the ground. You could feel his eyes fall on your quizzically as you both rush through the room. "I followed you into the building, they found me, I left them like this." You quickly explained to him as you guided him through to the nearest exit. He knew you were a competent fighter, he always did, but he never knew you were capable of this. He wants sti impressed by this, proud of you, but his mind was racing thinking about his brother. He tried not to think about it, it hurts to much to think about. He just forces himself to run faster.
In no time you were outside the main building where the cold wind greets you. By now you could hear the yelling of hundreds of soldiers scattering here and there trying to search for you. "Y/N, THERE YOU ARE!" Tomas called as he ran up to you. He was so worried for you, one minute you were right next to him, the next you were gone. "Where have you-" he froze when he saw Kuai was behind you. "Kuai? Where's Bi-Han?" At the mention of his name both of your faces darken. "He has betrayed us. We're all in imminent danger." With that, he rushes past you both, leading the way as you both run after him.
Kuai told Tomas everything, how he was captured, Bi-Han's betrayal, his involvement in their father's death, everything. You stay quiet the whole time. "Letting father die... Forsaking Earthrealm? He's abandoned for all reason." Tomas's eyes widen at every news and revelation. You noticed the cold wind beginning to pick up, it was like it was furious and was unleashing its wrath upon you all.
"I knew Bi-Han's frustrations run deep. But I never thought--" Kuai continued to talk but your mind began to wonder as you thought of Bi-Han. You threw a knife, you made an attempt on his life. Your blood still ran cold at the thought of how he looked at you. A look of both rage as well as hurt, as if your treachery hurt him on a deeper level. What was he going to do to you the moment he got his hands on you, you knew how brutal your Grandmaster could be. Your heart began to race, you felt confused, so lost, so scared. You were in over your head, you could just feel it.
"--But we are still brothers...and you, Y/n..." You hadn't realized that was still talking until both he and Tomas stopped walking. He had turned to you both, a hand on both your shoulder as he gave you two a warm look in his eyes. "Y/n, you have proven yourself today. I am fortunate to have you by my side." You stare at Kuai, unable to speak. You gently lay a hand on his, the warmth comforting you, almost making you forget your fears. No one has spoken to you like that in years. Bi-Han's words were always harsh and critical, it seemed to be the only way to show he cared, but Kuai's words were filled with love in every word.
"Do your Oaths mean nothing!" You all freeze as the snowy winds begin to clear and calm, and there Bi-Han. His fits clenched and a scowl on his bruised face. "It is your duty to obey my will!" Kuai immediately steps forwards determination and rage in his eyes. "Not if it betrays Lin Kuei principles. We won't sacrifice them to serve your ambition." Bi-Han's fists clenched even harder, you were scared that it would draw blood. Your eyes wandered all over Bi-Han, they fell on his fist. In one of them, he tightly held your knife. He growls as he steps forward just a little. He stares all of you in the eye.
When they fall on you, you felt your blood run cold. Who knew what he was thinking about. Maybe how he'd punish you, perhaps. Give you to Shang to be his new test subject, lock you in a deep dark cell and leave you there to go die alone, or maybe he'd kill you right now if he was feeling merciful. You gulped hard as you took a few steps back.
Not waiting another second Bi-Han lunged forward with your knife. Kuai charged as well, you and Tomas stayed as you watched brothers begin to battle. Bi-Han slashed at his brother with the blade this way and that while Kuai dodged here and there to avoid them. It was like the two were dancing, Bi-Han spun and slashed with his blade, leaving a flash trail of sliver as Kuai went here and there as he avoided the blade.
He tried to avoid every strike but he found himself getting cut. For a second, Kuai thought he had caught his brother's arm before where brought it down on him. But he realized too soon, Bi-Han had the blade in another hand. Kuai is slashed across the left eye. He screams as he falls to the ground clutching his. "End this brother, embrace the future!" Bi-Han said as he extended his hand to his brother, a crazed look in his eyes as Kuai stumbled to his feet. "I want no part of it. You pervert all that it means to be Lin Kuei!" Pulling his Kunai, Kuai clenched his fist and he tries to catch his breath. He clenches fist and attempts to steady his breath, fresh blood dipped from the cut over his eye. He clenches his fist over the Kunai as he stares down his brother, anticipating him to make the next room.
But you beat him to it. You rush forward and throw another knife; Bi-Han freezes as the knife lands...right into Kuai's right shoulder.
With a cry of pain, Kuai stumbled as he clutched at his shoulder. "I... I'm sorry..." Your voice cracks as tears ran down your face. He slowly looks back at, horror slowly turns to you. "Y/n...?" You fail to meet his gaze. He looks past you and he sees Tomas, barely conscious as Rain and Havik retrain him. "I said I left them like that, never that I beat them" you mumble under your breath. Kuai angrily rises to his feet. "Y/n, what are you doing! What is the meaning of this!?" You struggle to even look at Kuai, both out of fear but also because your vision was blurred thanks to your tears. Kuai's gaze softens on you for a second. "Why?" He asks, his voice filled with pain he clutches at his soldier "I-I love you Kuai, always...But my loyalty, so much of my love...is to your brother." The fortress feels like everything has gone silent. A betrayed and broken hearted look is painted over his face, first his brother, now you. Kuai didn't know how much more he could take.
The entire fortress shakes as the skies turn green, Tsung has activated the soulnado. In the distance Kuai can hear the marches of thousands of soldiers coming down to take him. Kuai stares at the sky as he realizes everything is crumbling around him. "Kuai, please. Surrender, I don't want you or Tomas to get hurt." Kuai clenches his jaw as he lowers his gaze to the ground.
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The soldiers came and they took Kuai and Tomas away. He didn't look at you as they bound him and led him to no doubt a cell. But you didn't care, all you knew was he and Tomas wouldn't die and you found some level of peace with that. You stood there alone with Bi-Han as the cold winds blew your hair in the breeze. You back was to him, you didn't know what to say, what could you say? You had no idea what to do next, you just betrayed your home, Liu Kang, Kuai, Tomas, all for him.
"Y/n, look at me." Bi-Han's demanding voice finally breaks up the silence. Your heart beats against your chest as you face him. "Now, I want you to, kindly, Explain to me what in Elder Gods you were thinking! Making an attempt on my life, siding my brothers escape only to capture him again. Explain, Now." His eyes beat you down with sneer, it made it so much harder for you to speak. With a shaky breath you explained that after waiting so long outside and got worried, so you followed him into the building. Quan Chi found you and he told you that Bi-Han and Kuai were captured, that Tsung was plotting to tempt Bi-Han into joining his side. You knew Bi-Han would join him but Kuai would protest, You knew he would somehow break free and stop Bi-Han. So you came up with this plan to get him and Tomas captured.
"And why did you do all this? Did you not think I could handle my own brother." Bi-Han eyed you, offended. Making it much harder to say this next thing. "Grandmaster, I think you are a marvelous man, the greatest warrior I've ever known...but Kuai is stronger than you." You could feel the rage emanating from Bi-Han as you said this. "How dare you-" he began to storm towards you. "Kuai, easily overpowered you, General Shao, and Shang Tsung while his hands were bound!" Bi-Han now stood towering over you as you defended yourself, his eyes violent. "I am your Grandmaster! I had everything under control, how dare you think so little of me?" Normally you would cower in fear of your Grandmaster when he was upset, but not today, too much adrenaline rushed through you.
"No! I think the world of you! You are the greatest thing I've ever had the privilege to be around. I count my blessings every day that I have the privilege of serving you. I adore you, Grandmaster, I will stay loyal to you until the day I die and even then my soul will be yours." It felt so odd to finally confess to Bi-Han like this. But you were desperate, and scared even. You just wanted Bi-Han to succeed no matter what. As you sigh as you finish, you lower your head to catch your breath. Bi-Han just looked at you, his eyes narrow as if he's disgusted. You hold yourself as you begin to feel so crazy. "Forgive me, Grandmaster, I shouldn't have-"
"Bi-Han." He calmly interrupted you. "I-I'm sorry?" You noticed he's holding your knife by the blade now as he hands it to you. "You may address me as Bi-Han, you've earned the right." Your body shivers slightly as Bi-Han places a hand on your shoulder. He now looks at you differently, as if he's seeing you in a new light. He then walks past you, but before he leaves you, and turns to you, impressed. "Perhaps it was a good idea for Liu Kang to send you with me. I look forward to your continued service. Now, come, we have much to do with our new allies." He turns and walks away and you quickly race after him.
A/n: Don't lie, you were shocked by the twist. Just call me Miss direction... Or miss trust... Or miss demeanor, or miss serable
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theodorenmyth · 4 months ago
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T.N & D.M being overprotective towards their gn!s/o because they're the softest, kindest cinammon roll to ever be sorted into Slytherin house?
Slytherin Protectors
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Pairings : Draco Malfoy x GN! Reader x Theodore Nott
Summary : In the labyrinthine halls of Hogwarts, you stand out as the kind-hearted Slytherin, captivating the hearts of Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott. Their fierce protectiveness often contrasts with your gentle nature, but when a trip to Hogsmeade raises their concerns, you realize just how deep their devotion runs. Through laughter, vigilance, and unwavering camaraderie, you navigate the complexities of the lovelies and loyalty in the house of serpents, knowing that with Draco and Theodore by your side, you can face anything.
A/n : Bye I'm flopping so hard rn 😭 ITS OKAY THO, Enjoy! (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)
Warnings) : nothing
Word count : 1.1k+
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The ancient halls of Hogwarts seemed to breathe magic and secrets, the torches flickering with an almost mischievous life of their own. As the only Slytherin who could melt even the hardest hearts with a simple smile, you stood out in the sea of cunning ambition that characterized your house. And despite the house's reputation, you'd managed to capture the hearts of two of the most influential boys: Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott. It wasn’t something you set out to do, but your kindness and warmth drew them in like moths to a flame.
Your days often involved navigating the complicated dynamics of Slytherin house, all while maintaining your unwavering kindness. You’d just helped a first-year find their way to Potions when you felt a familiar presence sidle up beside you.
“Y/N, you’re going to spoil them,” Draco’s smooth drawl brought a smile to your face.
Turning to face him, you saw the familiar smirk playing on his lips, but his eyes held a softness reserved only for you. “Spoiling? I’m just helping out. Not everyone knows their way around like you do, Draco.”
Draco shook his head, chuckling. “You’re too good for this place, you know that?”
Before you could respond, Theodore appeared on your other side, his expression as unreadable as ever. “What did they do now?” he asked, eyes darting between you and Draco.
“Just being their charming self,” you teased, nudging Draco gently with your shoulder.
Theodore’s lips twitched into the ghost of a smile. “Well, let’s get you to the common room before anyone else needs your rescuing. Merlin knows you can’t help saving everyone.”
The three of you walked through the dungeons, your conversation a comfortable blend of banter and genuine concern. Draco and Theodore often played the role of overprotective guardians, always watching out for you in their own ways.
As you approached the Slytherin common room, the familiar hiss of the stone wall opening up welcomed you. Inside, the atmosphere was as cool and dark as ever, but it was your boyfriends’ presence that made it feel like home.
“Alright, Y/N,” Draco said, his tone shifting to something more serious, “we need to talk about this weekend.”
You raised an eyebrow. “What about it?”
Theodore leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. “There’s a trip to Hogsmeade, and we want to make sure you’re safe.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “Safe? I’ll be with you two, won’t I? What could possibly happen?”
Draco’s expression didn’t waver. “It’s not just about that. You attract attention, Y/N. Good and bad. We just want to be prepared.”
Your laughter faded as you realized they were genuinely concerned. “I appreciate it, really. But I can take care of myself.”
“We know you can,” Theodore said, his voice softening. “But we’d rather not take any chances.”
You sighed, knowing it was pointless to argue. “Fine, fine. What’s the plan then?”
The boys exchanged a glance before Draco spoke up. “We’ll stick together, obviously. But we’ll also keep an eye out for anyone who seems... off.”
“And if anyone tries anything,” Theodore added, his eyes narrowing, “they’ll regret it.”
You smiled, touched by their protectiveness. “Alright, I’m on board. But you two need to promise not to be too overbearing.”
Draco placed a hand over his heart, feigning offense. “Us? Overbearing? Never.”
Theodore snorted. “We’ll try our best. But no promises.”
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The next few days passed in a blur of classes and studying, with Draco and Theodore rarely leaving your side. Their vigilance was almost amusing, but you couldn’t deny the comfort it brought. Finally, the weekend arrived, and with it, the much-anticipated trip to Hogsmeade.
As the three of you made your way down the bustling streets, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of normalcy. You popped into Honeydukes, picking out your favorite sweets while Draco and Theodore hovered nearby, their eyes constantly scanning the crowd.
“You know,” you said, grabbing a handful of chocolate frogs, “you two look like bodyguards.”
“Good,” Theodore replied, his gaze never leaving the entrance. “That’s the idea.”
Draco leaned in closer, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. “Think of us as your personal security detail.”
You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless. “Alright, alright. Let’s head to The Three Broomsticks. I’m craving some butterbeer.”
The pub was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the chilly weather outside. You found a cozy corner booth, and soon enough, Madam Rosmerta brought over three frothy mugs of butterbeer. You took a sip, savoring the sweet, warming liquid.
“So, how’s everyone enjoying the trip so far?” you asked, looking at your companions.
Draco grinned. “It’s been... eventful.”
Theodore just nodded, his expression serious. “So far, so good. But we’re not letting our guard down.”
You shook your head, chuckling. “You two are something else.”
As the afternoon wore on, you found yourself relaxing more, the warm atmosphere and pleasant company making you forget about any potential threats. But Draco and Theodore never truly let their guard down, their eyes always moving, always watching.
When it was time to head back to the castle, you linked arms with both of them, feeling a surge of affection for your overprotective boyfriends. “Thank you, both of you. For looking out for me.”
Draco’s expression softened. “Always, Y/N. Always.”
Theodore squeezed your arm gently. “We wouldn’t have it any other way.”
As you walked back to Hogwarts, the setting sun casting a golden glow over the grounds, you couldn’t help but feel incredibly lucky. Despite the house’s reputation, you’d found a family in Slytherin. And with Draco and Theodore by your side, you knew you could face anything.
The journey back was filled with laughter and light teasing, the boys' protective nature now mingled with the easy camaraderie you all shared. When you finally reached the castle, the three of you paused at the entrance, the imposing structure of Hogwarts standing tall and welcoming.
“Well,” you said, turning to face them, “another successful trip, wouldn’t you say?”
Draco smirked, his usual confidence returning. “Of course. We had it all under control.”
Theodore just smiled, a rare but genuine expression. “Let’s get inside before we attract more attention.”
As you walked through the familiar halls, the evening’s events still fresh in your mind, you felt a sense of peace. With Draco and Theodore looking out for you, Hogwarts felt less like a maze of dangers and more like a place where you could truly be yourself.
And as you settled into the common room, surrounded by the people you love and the comforting green and silver of Slytherin house, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you’d face them together.
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lilistayskz · 10 months ago
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The best part of living in a McMansion owned by Seo’s is the queer abundance of drugs that appear from nowhere, like little gifts left by fairies. Two days ago, I ran out of weed - I went to the store in a bad mood and came home to eight ounces of loud in a glass jar on my kitchen table. I haven’t seen another soul enter or leave this house since I arrived. I still don’t know how it got there. 
One time I swore I smelled a familiar cologne in my hallway, just a faint memory triggered by what could have been nothing - a bright light, a wristwatch, shadows on shadows. 
If it’s who I think it is, it’s not like I could do anything about it anyway.
And so I push it down, thank my father’s friends for their incredible generosity, and pretend I’m not worried about strangers in my home or the very deep basement with the gigantic metal door that I’m not allowed to open. Is it a bank vault? Is it a torture chamber? With the nature of the drug trade, it could be both. I honestly don’t want to know. I’m just going to smoke Seo Yongsun’s amazing weed and be happy I don’t have to pay for it. 
It’s the least he can do for me.
O Serpent Heart - Chapter 1
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fire-but-ashes-too · 1 year ago
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URL song tag game
thank youuu @yesireadbooks
RULES: spell your url with song titles and then tag as many people as there are letters.
*dramatically removes the cloth from the board*
AHEM
F- family line by conan gray
I- idontwannabeyouanymore by billie eilish
R-run and hide by sabrina carpenter
E-exile by Taylor swift
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B-boys will be bugs by cavetown
U-until i found you by stephen sanchez and em beihold
T-tennis court by lorde
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A-almost is never enough by ariana grande
S- strawberry blond by mitski
H-habits by tove lo
E-easier than lying by halsey
S- seventeen by ryan mccartan and barrett wilbert weed (from heathers the musical) -
T-this december by ricky montgomery
O-o my heart by mother mother
O-overwhelmed by royal and the serpent
oh my god 15 letters that was long.
@holdmyteaplease @spicymochi @guessillcallitart @escapetheinevitable @cabbojage @maewrites13 @macabremoons @briannaswords @tea-and-mercury @ashwithapen @blackcrxwking @lycaens @iannicellis @anonymousfoz @fioreshere
(did i choose specifically people with relatively long urls? yes.)
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ryin-silverfish · 7 months ago
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Ask/Writing Masterlist (irregularly updating)
Ryin(阿璎), 23. She/They. First Gen Chinese student. Ryin_Silverfish on AO3. Currently hyperfixating on old Chinese novels. casual Zhiguai tales and LMK enjoyer.
Investiture of the Gods/FSYY:
Why are the Daoist immortals fighting?
Did Yuanshi Tianzun manipulate Shen Gongbao?
Chan, Jie, and possible prejudice against yaoguai
Azure Lion and the other Bodhisattvas' steeds in FSYY
Daji's fox form in FSYY Pinghua
The historical Su Daji
Is Shen Gongbao a yaoguai?
Are all yaoguai irredeemable monsters in FSYY?
Ao Bing and the dragons Nezha fought
Does deification wipe your memory and personality?
Bi Gan and the Great Fox Massacre
More discussion about prejudice against yaoguai
How old was Su Daji the human when she died?
Differences between FSYY novel and Pinghua
Musing on FSYY's view of fate and its possible effects on Yang Jian
Master Yuding
The messy marriages of FSYY
Is Daji a goddess in the novel?
Names of immortal masters in FSYY
Just for fun: the FSYY drinking game
Nezha's age in FSYY
Nezha's death and resurrection in FSYY
What happened to the original Daji?
Lady Shiji aka the Rock Demoness
Chinese Fox Spirits:
Auspicious/Demonic Foxes
More on fox spirits
The inner core of foxes
Foxes and their association with Fire
Notable fox spirits
The foxes of 狐狸缘全传
Has Daji ever been worshipped as a goddess?
Fox masks
The foxes of Liaozhai
Weaknesses and abilities of fox spirits
Three resource collections on Chinese fox spirits: 1, 2, 3
Human-fox hybrids
Can foxes and their descendents magically know if someone's telling the truth?
The magical properties of fox saliva
Fox exams and Heavenly Foxes
Are male foxes more malicious?
More on fox exams
Offerings to fox spirits
The "Lady Fox Immortal"
Chinese Mythos in General:
The Precious Scroll of Erlang
Into the Erlang-verse: Li, Zhao, Yang
Can immortal masters romance their students?
Why we don't power-rank characters in God-Demon novels
A brief overview of Chang'e
On Chinese Religion and "Respect"
The 28 Lunar Mansions
Can the Heavenly Emperor be replaced + a primer on dynastic successions
A Guide to the Chinese Underworld (and what it isn't)
Is Nüwa JE's daughter?
Weaver Girl
Can yaoguais a/o their descendents enter the Celestial Bureaucracy?
Queen Mother of the West and her husband(s)
Bixia Yuanjun, Lady of Mt. Tai
Erlang's dad
The story that gives us the name "Yang Jian"
On the transformation of Erlang's image (and his relationship with JE in JTTW)
Erlang's mom, Lotus Lantern, and a neat little discovery
Erlang cameos in other stories and Zajus
Erlang's mom-saving story in Chinese operas
Child Manjushri, or: the absurdity of pinning a definitive age on gods
The strange modern ship of Mengpo/Yuelao, and Mengpo's myths
The half-beast form of QMoW
Does Erlang have a wife/love interest?
Nezha's mom
A overview of Gonggong and his mythos
Some introductory sources on the Chinese Underworld
A side-by-side comparison of Nezha's backstory in JTTW and FSYY
Mythos-inspired Worldbuilding:
Dragons of the Four Seas
LMK S5 and a possible "Celestial Council of Regents" AU
LMK S5 Fix-it: the Four Divine Beasts
Character/Story Analysis (JTTW + LMK)
Heart and Mind: Tripitaka
Local Lion Uncle enjoyer goes on a rant
On SWK and his fear of death
Why the Dead People Supreme Court?
No, seriously, why?
Chinese Underworld =/= Christian Hell
LMK S4, Havoc in Heaven, and revolutions
Why I dislike the "class warfare" reading of Havoc in Heaven
In Defence of Li Jing...ha, as fucking if
On Yin-Yang, Chaos/Order, and the Harbringer
JTTW's view on the Three Religions
Disjointed S5 Reactions
"Chaos doesn't work that way in traditional Chinese Cosmology"
Xiangliu, the Nine-headed Bird, and Jiutou Chong
Lotus Lantern: The Summaries
Part 1: Precious Scroll of Chenxiang
Part 2: The Epic of Prince Chenxiang
Part 3: Lotus Lantern 1.0 + 2.0
Part 4: Chenxiang and the Male-Female Swords
My Fanfics:
Climbing the Sky
The Wild Son
Bodhicitta
The Serpent and the Deluge
South Seas Sojourn
Journey of the Gods AU sideblog
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talonabraxas · 24 days ago
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RA ∆.∆∆ Talon Abraxas
A HYMN TO RA, WHEN HE RISES IN THE EAST.
Hail, thou Aten, thou lord of rays, who risest on the horizon day by day! Shine thou with thy beams of light upon the face of the Osiris Ani, the truth-speaker, who sings hymns to thee at dawn, and adores thee at eventide. Let his soul appear with thee in heaven. Let him sail out in the Matet Boat and arrive in port in the Seqtet Boat, and let him cleave his way among the stars that never vanish.
Homage to thee, O Her-aakhuti, who art Khepera, the self-created!
When thou risest and sendest forth thy beams upon the lands of the South and the North, thou art beautiful, yea beautiful, and all the gods rejoice when they see thee, the King of Heaven.
Nebt-Unnut (a goddess) is on thy head, her serpents are on thy head, and she takes her place before thee. Thoth stands in the bows of thy boat to destroy thy foes.
The denizens of the Tuat (Underworld) come to meet thee, they bow before thee in homage at the sight of thy Beautiful Form.
I would come before thee daily to be with thee and to behold thy Beautiful Aten (Disk). Let me be neither prevented nor repulsed.
Grant that when I look upon thy beauties my members may be made young again, even as are the members of thy favoured ones.
I am one who worshipped thee on earth. Let me enter the Eternal Land in the Everlasting Country. O my Lord, I beseech thee to decree this for me.
Homage to thee who risest as Ra on thy horizon and restest upon Maat!
Thou passest over the sky, every face watches thy course, thou thyself being unseen. Thou showest thyself at dawn and at eve daily.
The Seqtet Boat of thy Majesty goes forth mightily, thy beams fall upon every face, thy variegated lights and colours cannot be numbered, and cannot be told . . . .
One by thyself alone didst thou come into being from the primeval waters of Nunu (or Nu).
May I go forward as thou dost advance without pause, and dost in a moment pass over untold leagues and as thou sinkest to rest even so may I.
Thou art crowned with the majesty of thy beauties, thou dost fashion thy members as thou dost advance, and dost produce them without the pangs of labour in the form of Ra, and dost rise up into the heights.
Grant that I may come into the everlasting heaven and the mountain where thy favoured ones dwell. Let me join myself to those who are holy and perfect in the divine Underworld, and let me appear with them to behold thy beauties at eventide. I lift my hands to thee in adoration when thou the living One dost set. Thou art the Eternal Creator and art adored at thy setting in heaven.
I have given my heart to thee without wavering, O thou who art the mightiest of the gods . . .
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lilistayskz · 5 months ago
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This is how I picture Channie in (what I've just decided to name) the "Noonaverse". Dark, troubled, looks like he's up to no good outside in the dark! Good boys should be in bed, Christopher!
These Things I've Done - Chapter 9 (repost)
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