#so… they got me to actually express my true self out loud for the first time ever!

[liu-shubao]

*Meanwhile as she skyrockets in the air, she collided with some power lines in her path. While the shock didn't affect her, it did send her careening downwards into a bundle of trash bags and cans in an alley way that roughly cushioned her fall.

She resurfaced with a sour expression and a loud groan.*

Ughhhhhh damn it...

*She looks at her sword with a displeased expression.*

Why do I even have this stupid thing?

"Shubao?"

*She squeaked in alarm, quickly jumping out of the pile to her feet and looking above her. She then sees a catwalk and Kasha looking down at her with confusion and concern. And she immediately shrunk in embarrassment, after all this was not a flattering way to be seen.*

Oh...hi Kasha :/

"Are you okay?? What happened???"

Oh! This??? Heh nothing much I just kinda...tripped. How uh, how are you doing?

*When she looks back up at Kasha, she pauses as she notices the girl's slightly red eyes.*

H-Hey, are you okay? You look like you've been crying?

*And now it was Kasha's turn to be self conscious as she tried to discreetly rub the tears out of her eyes.*

"O-Oh! N-No I-Well kind of, it's...look it's okay I'm totally fine."

*She tries to give a chipper smile but Shubao is already too concerned, she heads up the nearby metallic stairs to join her.*

Hey you can tell me, it's not like I can judge at all since I was the one literally in the trash just now :/

*Kasha quietly chuckled at her joke before there was a small pause.*

"I uh...I kinda got ghosted on a first date. It's no big deal though, it happens to the best of us I guess."

Oh shit...that's awful I'm so sorry. Whoever that guy is, he's clearly a total dick. Don't worry about him, if he did show he would've just wasted your time.

"Yeah, yeah, you're right. It just hurts your pride a bit especially since...well, everyone seems to be doing better relationship wise than me.

I mean everyone seems to have someone except me! Yunxiang has Junzhu, and you have that Fang girl! I just...wish that could happen to me already."

*She sagged, resting her arms on the railing and leaning forward. Shubao stared at her saddened before looking forward and sighing.*

Actually...I'm single again. Needless to say, Fang and I did NOT work out in the end.

"Wait really? Oh I'm sorry, I had no idea."

It's okay, it ended pretty recently and a bad note so I've been a bit quiet about it. But anyways, don't beat yourself up.

I'm sure you'll find someone great for you, it just takes time and a lot of patience unfortunately.

"Yeah. True. It's just hard to find that one person in a whole sea of millions."

Yeah, not to mention most of said millions seem to be nothing but living garbage -_-

*Kasha chuckled again.*

"Heh yeah, makes you appreciate the good ones even more though."

Yeah...

By the way, how about we have lunch sometime? My treat. You deserve something nice after being ghosted and left with the bill.

*Kasha seems surprised and just a bit flustered, glancing away while brushing a hair behind her ear.*

"O-Oh that's not necessary, I don't want you to pay just because I had a bad date."

No I insist! Come on, let's do something fun to make up for both our troubles, it'll get your mind off those things for a bit. Plus I know a place with really good seafood, I think you'll like it.

"Well..."

*She looks between the ground and Shubao, noticing her bright gaze and happy smile. She gives in and returns the smile.*

"Okay...I'm down, so what time?"

This Friday evening, I'll meet at your place. We can call later and talk about more details.

"Okay! Sounds good!"

Yeah! Great!

*There's another bout of silence as both stand in place shuffling their feet and looking about. Kasha then begins to step away hesitantly.*

"Anyway, I should get going. It was good to see you again, Shubao! Bye!"

Bye Kasha! See you soon! ^^

*She smiles and sighs, watching Kasha get further and further away.*

(( @liuer-sixsense ))

*It's a slow day in Donghai, including in Wukong's race track and home. That is until Shubao's voice is heard inside loudly calling for someone.*

Liu Errrrrrr???

Are you here???????

I kinda need help...like, right now :/

*Strange thing is though looking into the expansive room. There seems to be no one there standing or about or such, as if the room is actually empty.*

[emphistic]

Écoute Chérie

A/N: grr

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When a certain someone — specifically a blond male, showed up to Sukuna’s door that next morning holding a wad of cash in his hand, Sukuna wanted nothing more than to sock him in the jaw. But he contained himself, saying, “Keep that shit for yourself. I don’t want it.”

“Oh? You backing out now, Captain?”

“. . .You’re one sick fuck, Zen’in.” He snatched the money out of the younger’s hands, before slamming his door shut.

Pride is a terrible, terrible thing, and Ryomen Sukuna was full of it.

“Oh, my God, girl! I feel like we moved on a little too quickly. Pause: He—you—you guys KISSED? Stop, don’t—don’t play with me right now. I can’t even get a guy to let me cheat off of him on a final, but you kissed someone on the FIRST date. Let me say that again, FIRST date?! As in the first EVER date you two have been on together.”

If you were counting — which you weren’t, this would have been the seventy-ninth time you giggled out loud this evening. You and Nobara were sitting — no, standing, actually, with you leaning forward with your elbows on the counter, and the brunette doing likewise. You decided — well, you were forced — to fill her in on all that happened the day before. You had just gotten off of your shift, and, obviously, were still in your uniform, but Nobara insisted you tell her anyway. She wouldn’t and “couldn’t” wait until you got back to your apartment.

“Yes, Nobs, for the hundredth time. We kissed and even added a little bit of tongue and then he walked me back to my apartment and we fucked all night.”

The look on her face was absolutely priceless, her jaw dropped to the floor and even broke through the tiles and went further beneath the surface. Just kidding; because that’s not possible, but her expression was even more funny after you said, “I’m just messing with you, girl. I have some self-worth left, believe it or not, and I wouldn’t sleep with someone after the first date.”

“Funny how you decided to deny only that part.”

“. . .”

“Don’t—don’t tell me the rest was true. Oh, my God! STOP! I was only kidding; but you—you actually added tongue? What the fuck? And, you just decided to not call me right after? Wow.” Nobara crossed her arms and stuck her nose in the air for only a few seconds before she went back to gripping your shoulders and shaking your body. “You are such a freak, my God.”

“He also walked me to my door, y’know. No need to focus on only those parts.” You tried to bring her focus onto that, because you found that part the most adorable.

Truth was, the only reason you didn’t immediately call Nobara that night was because you spent the last few hours of that night screaming into your pillow like a schoolgirl and reminiscing on all that happened.

“You know,” you started, turning to face the man behind you, “you didn’t have to walk me all the way to my door, right? I could’ve just gone by myself.” 

You had insisted and insisted to Sukuna that you would be fine, and that the other residents of the building were friendly and cordial, but Sukuna ignored every one of your pleas and walked right next to you anyway. From the parking lot, to the elevators, and down the hallway, Sukuna never left your side, and actually, was surprisingly nice company. You two talked on the way about how good or bad the food at the game was, how hot and humid it was, how annoying the older gentleman beside your seats was, you two talked plenty enough.

“I know. I wanted to.” Sukuna stopped to lean against the wall beside your apartment, crossing his arms as you pulled out your keys.

“Hey, so, I had a lot of fun today. I guess baseball isn’t as boring as I thought it was,” you laughed, scratching the back of your neck. “Thanks for inviting me.” You had tried to tell him on the car ride to your place, but you chickened out.

Sukuna snorted, “No problem; my pleasure, actually. And, I had a lot of fun, too. I think I enjoyed today more than I would if Yuuji was there instead of you. So thank you for coming.”

“Oh, please. Don’t lie; he’s literally your brother. Besides, Yuuji’s not even here to defend himself. Kinda rude, if I say so myself.”

“I’m not lying, though, really. I enjoyed today. I can’t even remember the last time I was able to leave the house for anything fun and actually, sincerely, enjoy it.” Sukuna moved his head as he spoke, as if in a way to accentuate his point. You found that completely and utterly adorable. Just the thought of you being part of making his day alone made you blush, and you looked away sheepishly.

“I’m glad you had a nice time, Sukuna. And thank you, again, for today.” You caught Sukuna by surprise — beyond surprise, actually — when you cupped his face in your hands and brought your lips to his cheek for a chaste kiss. Mwah! The sound was audible through the night. And it was the sound which replayed over and over in Sukuna’s mind as he lay completely awake for hours past midnight in bed. The only thing he dreamt of — when he eventually fell asleep, that is — was you. You.

Now that he thought of it, there were no words to describe you. No words to describe your beauty, though, ethereal did come close. No words to describe the smile which you gave him when you two passed each other on campus. No words to describe how friendly and comforting the melody of your voice sounded to him; if you were a siren, and he, a pirate, Sukuna would dive headfirst into the water. No words to describe how drunk, how dizzy, how pathetic you made Sukuna, even with mere eye contact. But, there was a word to describe Sukuna.

It’s quite simple, actually.

Sukuna was whipped. Absolutely enamored of you. But. . . Very unfortunate he only noticed now. And, it was such, such a shame that he was also full of pride.

“Okay, that’s so romantic, though! I can’t believe it. My friend is gonna get with the love of her life, and I don’t even know how to turn the stove on. Oh, my God. My friend’s getting with the love of her life. OH, MY GOD!” That was not even close to the last time you would hear Nobara say “Oh, my God” that night.

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“You wouldn’t happen to . . . y’know . . . have plans . . . this weekend?”

You didn’t know why Sukuna kept on pausing, but you knew it was oddly suspicious.

“And if I did?”

“Then, I wouldn’t ask you to . . . help me . . . with some . . . math.”

“Sukuna, are you okay? You sound like you’re being held at gunpoint.” You crossed your arms, failing to stifle a giggle. You really couldn’t fathom why he was acting so strange. Sukuna couldn’t, either. 

Ever since the day you both went to that baseball game together, Sukuna’s been different, to say the least. And yeah, maybe after kissing someone for the first time changes your behavior towards them, but still, it was strange. 

He wasn’t as cocky when going over his daily feats at basketball practice; he wasn’t as blunt and insulting to freshmans whom you two came across while on campus; he wasn’t as teasing or sharp with his remarks as he usually was; he wasn’t as assertive and casual whilst slinging an arm ‘round your shoulder. He wasn’t him. Then again, Sukuna also didn’t know why he was acting this way.

“I’m . . . fine. I’m fine.”

“Okay. . . Anyways, I am free. So yeah, I can. My place or yours?”

“Ah, you don’t have a lot of good alcohol,” Sukuna tapped his index finger repeatedly on his chin, as if contemplating which location to use was very difficult for someone like him. “I get bored with just water. So, it’ll have to be mine. ‘Sides, I don’t think Gigi likes me that much anyway.”

You laughed. Sukuna wasn’t very keen on having you tutor him while your apparently “murderous” cat was present. Giselle, also known by her nickname ‘Gigi’, was a black-furred breed, with very sharp, untrimmed nails, which proved useful whenever Sukuna came over to hang out with you or do some other shit. Maybe it was because of how provocative Sukuna and his usual cold demeanor were. Maybe it was because of how close Sukuna got to Gigi’s owner whenever you sat down on the couch together. Maybe it was because of the fact Sukuna took your attention off of your so precious cat whenever he stepped foot into the apartment. Maybe it was because Sukuna was just Sukuna. And Gigi didn’t like that one bit.

“Alright, since you’re afraid of a mere feline, which — mind you, is less than a quarter of both your height and size.”

“Well, that feline comes from the depths of Hell. So yeah, excuse me if I prefer to stay sixty miles away from it.”

“Gigi comes from Hell, now? Pfft—she’s probably just excited to see her previous neighbor, then,” you snorted.

Sukuna gave you a side glance, hiding his growing grin. He was not about to openly admit you were even slightly funny. No, he would never give you that kind of satisfaction.

“Okay, so can you tell me what the variable ‘d’ is?” You had explained the formulas as best as you could, even taking it a step further and dumbing it down immensely. Then you left the living room to put away the dishes, leaving the pink-haired male to attempt his assignment on his own. — With some guidance here and there.

Sukuna and you had ordered Chinese, deciding to study while eating. And while your plan for energizing proved to be frustrating at first — since a certain someone didn’t know how to eat with his mouth closed, you had become used to it by the end. Your tactic? Drowning out the audible chewing noises. Eugh.

“Why don’t you come over here, and I’ll show you.” Sukuna leaned his head on the cushions, wrapping an arm around the back of the sofa.

You scrunched up your face in reply, pausing in the middle of scrubbing food and gunk and whatever off of the porcelain plates. “Pass.

“I told you already, Sukuna. The exponential functions are the ones that slowly curve up; think of it as this: good things happen to a bad thing. Get it? Like, their lives are getting better. And, since I know you’ve already forgotten, a ‘y’ value can have as many ‘x’ values, but the ‘x’ value is . . . unambiguous, so it only has one ‘y’ value. Now, does that help?” 

“Ugh, this is such a bore. How can anyone pay attention to these types of things long enough in class to be good at it? Fuck.”

You took his consequent silence as him giving up on life and continuing to work on solving the problem in his evident misery, but oh, how wrong you were.

“S’kuna, what are you doing?” you sucked in a breath. He was so close. So close, to you. You thought it had only been two seconds, but in those two seconds, it only took Ryomen Sukuna four easy strides to end up here. — With his chest pressed almost right up against your back. Key word: almost. Yes, Ryomen Sukuna was so close, but still, so far.

“Helping you.” God, did he have to be that ambiguous all the time? He was like a walking enigma, a puzzle, a riddle, for you to solve. A mystery for which you would soon lose sleep over.

Sukuna easily grabbed several dried plates, removing them from the rack, and storing them in the cabinet above your head. His hand left lingering touches on your arm as they passed by each other. You slowly, gradually, accumulated a mountain of goosebumps.

It was infuriating.

He was so close, but not close enough.

Every time he moved to grab another plate, he would rest his hand upon your hip or on the curve of your waist. Sometimes he ran his large-scaled hands up your middle; sometimes he moved them lower, and lower. Was he trying to give you heart palpitations?

“Y’know,” he started, his voice dripping with honey, “you can keep breathing, right? What, do I smell that bad?” he snickered.

“I—what—why—what the hell are you doing?” You wanted to argue that he had no sense of personal space, which, yes, was true, but you feared he would stop whatever he was doing at the moment. And, you didn’t want that.

“I’m . . . helping . . . you.” He bent down to your level, lips brushing your ear as he spoke, and his hot breath fanning your ear. 

There it was again. That ‘pausing thing’ of his. But, this time, it was different. Earlier he was pausing as if he was unsure, but now, he was pausing just to create suspense and further rile you up. He clearly knew what he was doing; he knew what he was doing to you. Poor ol’ you, who just innocently wanted to wash some dishes.

You had previously wanted to turn around and properly face him in order to confront him better, but now, you didn’t dare meet his eyes. Not like you could, anyway, you were stuck between the counter and him. Your eyelashes fluttered, as your eyes darted here and there. And your palms began to sweat, you quickly wiped them on the material of your sweater, but your continued attempts were futile.

“No—no, you’re not.” You struggled to stifle your heavy breathing, and it took you quite a time to form a sentence without giving away the tight feeling in your chest.

“Yeah? Then, how could I help you, hm? Tell me,” he spoke your name firmly, like he was anticipating your breaking, and egging you on nevertheless. Then again, how could he not be? It had been days, days, since you two went to that game. Days since he felt like he was in heaven and talking to an angel. Days since he felt your lips on his. Days since he felt well. Days. And for days, he’s been restless, hungry, thirsty, empty. Hell, forget about your predicament, he was the one close to breaking.

“Tell me,” he said your name, again. “Tell me, pretty girl. Tell me.”

“. . .You can help by telling me what the fuck we’re doing right now.”

“Don’t you already know? And here, I thought it was obvious.” Sukuna bit his lip, but that didn’t help any bit in suppressing his laugh.

“What . . . are we . . . doing?” You repeated.

Sukuna was silent, for a moment, “You’re tutoring me, on math.”

“I already know that, dumbass. I mean, what are we doing?”

“You’re gonna need to be a little more specific than that.”

“Oh, my God—what are we doing? What are we? For fuck’s sake. How thick is your skull really, damn.” You finally mustered the courage to twist your body around, and though you were only met with his chest, you sighed and looked upward to meet his face.

“That’s a little harsh.”

You glowered at Sukuna.

“Okay, okay. I’ll talk,” he cleared his throat. “We’re . . . just us. I don’t know what to tell you. Sukuna and you. You and Sukuna. That’s all there is to it, right?”

For a second, you thought he was referencing what you had previously said to Nobara, but then the rational side of your brain kicked in and said, “No, there’s no way he could’ve overhead that,” and so, the surprised expression disappeared from your face as you looked down at the floor of the kitchen.

“We’re friends, yeah, that’s all there is to it. . . But friends don’t do . . . this. So we clearly, definitely, shouldn’t be doing this.”

“So, we can pretend we’re not doing this, right? There, fixed the problem.”

“And if I don’t want to pretend we’re not doing this?”

“Then don’t; we don’t have to pretend.”

“But—”

“Please,” he looked at you with such an earnest expression on his features, “don’t say that word. Not again. You’ve no idea, no idea, how much it drives me crazy when you say that word. Mad, insane, deranged. Anything but that, please, anything. We’re clearly not friends. We’re clearly not just friends. So please, don’t call whatever we have as that. I’m sick of it.”

“If we’re not friends, then, what are we?” Your voice was just above a whisper, and you couldn’t even recall when it turned out that way. 

“. . .We’re whatever you want us to be. . . What do you want us to be?”

“No, you decide, Sukuna. What do you want us to be?” You gingerly laid a palm on top of his chest.

“I decide?”

You nodded, “Whatever you want to be . . . will be.”

“I want us to be . . . us. Together. Just us. No one else; just you and me.”

“Okay. I’d like that.”

He took your hand from his chest and held it in his, as if in a way to seal his promise. “I’m glad.”

Having had a couple beers — in favor of Sukuna giving up on attempting any more math, you were a little drunk. Just a little. 

“You have a stupid, stupid face, but it’s still my favorite. It’s my favorite to stare out. It’s my favorite to kiss. It’s my favorite to rub — your skin is so soft. It’s my favorite. My favorite.” 

He let you pepper as many pecks as you wanted onto his cheek, but when you tried to give Sukuna a proper kiss on the lips, he quickly moved his face to the side so you unintentionally planted your lips on his cheek instead. 

For, he didn’t want you to freak out in the morning and think he was the type of guy to take advantage of someone while they were even a little bit tipsy.

Besides, he had just gotten you. He couldn’t lose you now, could he.

A/N: i love portraying raw emotion

[bountycancelled]

LOST CAUSE

bada x reader (part 4)

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warnings: none I believe (besides subpar writing because I'm burnt out)

content: mentions of sex (but no one's actually fucking) sad gays, but some happy gays too, bada being hypothetically, reader lowkey slaying???

lusher wished that you could see yourself the way she sees you.

sure, it was cliché, but that didn't mean that she didn't believe it. you were much better than you gave yourself credit for, better than the things you put yourself through just to call bada a friend.

"what?"

lusher blinked rapidly, her heartbeat matching the pace set by her eyelashes. you had caught her staring, again. she scrambled for something, anything to say. something to diffuse this strange tension that she had caused. "I just... you look good."

real smooth lusher, you're a certified flirting expert.

you simply let out an airy laugh, waving away the compliment with your hand. "I'm literally wearing your shirt, narcissistic much?"

lusher sputtered, shaking her hands rapidly as she tried explain herself to you. "I'm kidding lusher! you're always so on edge around me, i swear."

lusher laughed with you, hoping that you didn't catch the look in her eyes that confirmed what you had just said. on edge, not exactly the term that she would use to describe how she felt around you. about you.

maybe giddy? nervous? wanting to impress? she wasn't sure, and right now, with you in her apartment instead of in badas' like you always were she wasn't worried about anything but you.

"it's actually because... im in love with you, and I always have been." lusher stated in an overdramatised manner, her hand on her chest.

"get in line." you replied back, giggling at her mock confession. lusher joined in on your laughing, ending it with a sigh. it felt so strange to say those words out loud to you, even though you didn't believe them to be true.

it was cathartic, in a weird way. she got the relief of confessing, but without the consequences. this had to some kidn of self sabotage, but she didn't mind it, anything to hear your laugh.

your moment together was interrupted when you checked your phone momentarily, only to be met by a flood of messages and missed calls. all from bada.

you let out a sigh, realising that your absence had probably worried her. you started typing a response, assuring her that you were okay at lushers, when the woman in question entered through lusher's front door.

"I have no idea where she is, lusher. she wasn't at my place, so I went to hers and nothing. I'm starting to thin- oh." she paused her rant mid way through when she saw you, obviously surprised that you were here.

she rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly, her lips pressed into a thin line. "... can we talk?"

you looked at her, before turning your gaze back to lusher, silently asking if you could go speak with bada privately. she was disappointed, you could tell. hell, anyone with eyes could tell that she didn't want you to go, not now, not for bada.

nevertheless, she nodded, trying and failing to hide her displeased expression.

"I went back to my place looking for you, I didn't know you were at lushers." bada was the first to speak once you both entered her car, facing forward with her hands on the steering wheel out of habit. her tone was... strange. for lack of a better word. there was some semblance of anger, you think? you couldn't place it, and that just made it all the more confusing.

"I was." your reply was curt. to the point. no cushioning bada from your anger, no more fake smiles and laughs, just you and how your real feelings being expressed to her fully.

she physically flinched just a bit at your coldness, but it was almost refreshing. like a run early in the morning, or the blazing, bitter first sip of coffee when all you want to do is go back to bed. a wake up call.

another awkward silence stretched over the car, with only the feint song on the radio and the nervous drumming of bada's fingers on the steering wheel to break the uncomfortable quiet.

"I'm sorry." bada said softly, effectively breaking the silence. "for not taking as much care of our friendship as you were. i know it may not seem like it because of my actions, but you are my whole world, and when I showed up to my apartment and you weren't there anymore I–"

was she crying? you didn't know, you weren't looking at her, you couldn't bear the sadness in her voice. you simply faced forward, letting her say her piece.

"I realised that losing you would be the end of my life as I know it, and I know that it's shitty of me to only realise it when you have one foot out the door but I hope that you... will allow me to prove or redeem myself to you or... just please. please, give me a chance."

you took it all in, her words. they seemed... sincere, and you wanted so desperately to immediately put a smile on your face, jokingly mock her for being so dramatic and assure her that you weren't going anywhere.

but, you didn't.

you nodded, turning to face her so that you could acknowledge her apology verbally. "you're my best friend, bada. I haven't given up on you." those words, however curt they were, lifted the heavy weight on her shoulders instantaneously.

she was relieved that she hadn't lost you yet, and she was going to do everything in her power to ensure that it wouldn't come to that.

she wrapped her arms around you from where she sat in the drivers seat, squeezing you tightly, as if she was afraid that you would disappear. she let you go, wearing a giddy expression on her face. "you are too good for me, my love. okay, okay, what do you wanna do now? we could go to the arcade and as a treat I'll finally let you beat me at that stupid dancing game."

you grimaced, feeling a lump from in your throat. "although I'd absolutely love to‐" bada's heart sank into her stomach. she knew she wasn't going to be forgiven immediately, but knowing didn't make your rejection any less heartbreaking.

"-but lusher actually wanted to have a game night kinda thing, and I couldn't ditch her in good conscious. it would be a little hypothetical of me. but, I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" you concluded, already opening the passenger door.

as you walked back to lusher's front door, you couldn't help but feel a little proud of yourself. usually, you would've jumped at the opportunity to even be in bada's presence, cherishing every speck of attention she'd give you.

but as you walked back into her apartment, the look on lusher's face made any doubts about your decision to stay vanish in her eyes.

"I thought you were gonna leave with bada." lusher spoke, unable to hide the smile creeping on her face. you had chosen her. by some miracle, you'd chosen her.

"and miss our impromptu game night? not a chance. now, prepare to lose at every game we play." you smiled back, feeling a small amount of guilt at leaving bada, but not enough to sour being with lusher.

☆

so this was what it was like.

to be rejected in favour of someone else.

bada could now understand your qualms perfectly, and the feeling she was experiencing left her wondering why you had even given her another chance.

it was a special kind of rejection, made up of a range of emotions. she was angry, not at you but rather, at herself. how many times had you felt this way because of her?

she was jealous. of lusher, she wanted to be the one that you were spending the night, she wanted to do game night with you. she wanted you to be in her shirt, not lushers. not anyone else's.

god, that fucking shirt. if she ever got her hands on it, she would burn it, or shred it, because maybe if it were destroyed, bada could live the rest of her days pretending that you had never put on your body in the first place.

did you let lusher see you out of the shirt as you were changing? were you going to let her take it off of you at the end of the night? were you and lusher a thing?

she couldn't stomach the thought. of you, sweet, gorgeous, sexy you being touched by someone else. the thought of your back arching, your mouth falling open, sweet noises escaping from between your lips because of lusher.

the thought ate her up from the inside as the hours of the night turned to morning. she had no reason to be so opposed to you receiving pleasure, lusher wasn't a bad person by any means, she would treat you well.

but bada could treat you even better, she was sure of it. she had spent years with you, and she was confident that she knew your body better than anyone else, even though you had never slept together.

bada stared at her phone. the time read 2:47 am. no new messages from you.

having thoughts about sleeping with her best friend was not something that bada had expected to do. maybe it was sleep deprivation making her delirious or something, maybe this was her brains attempt at conceptualising just why she felt so abrasive when confronted either the thought of you with someone else.

or maybe... this was the beginning of the eventual self reflection that bada would have to do to conceptualise how she felt about you.

whatever it was, she needed to sleep. she needed to sleep to forget that you were mostly likely, too busy with lusher to even remember her.

wow, she was such a hypocrite.

a/n: who are you guys rooting for? do you think there's still hope for bada and reader?

[itsvixx0]

Love Letters [Shuichi Saihara x Reader]

FIRST FANFIC I'VE EVER WRITTEN !!!! HVSAUADCHKCBK

[Copy and pasted from my Wattpad]

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Finally.

Today was the day.

The day when you finally build up enough self-confidence in yourself to tell your crush your true feelings.

You and Shuichi had been friends ever since grade school. You two would do basically everything together. Every sleepover, every birthday party, he was always there by your side and you were always by his.

But recently.. you've started to develop strong feelings for him. Romantic feelings to be specific, and you had no idea what to do about it besides tell him.

It was the end of 4th period, and the halls were quickly filled up with everyone trying to get to their locker for the last class. You had spent some time in between periods to write a certain special note for a certain special someone.

You placed the note in your pocket as you started to shove in between people to get to [F/C]

After a few minutes of trying not to lose your balance through the crowd of students, you made it to your last lesson. You sat down at your usual spot and re-read your note one last time. You looked at Shuichi who was in the front of the class, taking notes and listening to everything the teacher was saying. He looked so pretty...his golden eyes, his navy blue hair...

After an hour, you finished your assignment for the day and turned it in. Luckily, it wasn't quite time to go yet. You still had...a good 15 minutes left of the day and everyone started to just goof around for a bit.

After a few seconds of hesitation, you let out a very deep sigh and walked over to the detective. He was reading a book when he noticed you in front of him.

"Oh hello, Y/N."

He gave you a small smile and put a bookmark inside of his novel before looking up at you.

You decide to not beat around the bush at all and try to get this confession over with as quick as possible. You pull out the note and shove it towards Shuichi's chest. He seems confused.

"Y/N? What...is this?"

He slowly unfolds the paper, but before he can actually read a full sentence, a boy too familiar appears behind him and snatches the note out of his hand.

"Oh? What's this?"

He roughly grabs the paper and runs away from the two of you.

"Kokichi! You asshole, give that back!"

You shout, running across the classroom, chasing him...If he reads that note, it's completely over for you.

"Nishishi! You gotta catch me first!~"

He giggles while opening the letter and reading it out loud for everyone to hear. The class turns their attention to the scene in front of them.

'Dear Shuichi, ever since middle school, I've been having romantic feelings for you! I just love your blue hair and the way that you're so incredibly kind to me! You're so perfect in every way. You never fail to make me smile, even when I'm sad. You give me one look and I melt. I have liked you forever and I'm so glad that I have the chance to talk to you as much as I do. I'm glad that you've been there for me ever since we were kids. I hope that you can return my feelings. Love, Y/N!'

. . .

You're absolutely frozen in place as Kokichi finishes his last words. The classroom got quiet and you could feel everyone's eyes on you. You look at Shuichi from across the classroom and he's just..staring at the supreme leader with a shocked expression, then he looks back at you. You snatch the note out of Kokichi's hands and throw it in the trash. You can feel tears start to form in your eyes and you run out of the room, crying. This was the most embarrassment you've ever felt in your entire life.

You slam the door to the classroom, not caring if a teacher heard or not, and you sit down against a wall, feeling ashamed.

'That damn jackass...'

After a few moments, you hear the door open. You don't even bother to see who it is.

"Y/N? Are you okay?"

A deep, soft voice spoke out to you, yet you buried your head in your knees.

"Yeah...just peachy..." You mumble.

Suddenly, you feel him sit next to you on the tiled floor. His shoulder touching yours.

"Y/N...was...all of that true?" He asks in a quiet tone.

You roll your eyes as you wipe your face with the sleeve of your (shirt/hoodie/etc.). "It doesn't matter..."

"What are you talking about? Of course, it matters...I just wish you would have said something sooner." Shuichi sighs. You could feel him hesitantly place his cold hand on top of yours.

"What do you...what do you mean?" You ask him.

"Look, what I'm trying to say is that...if that note really were your true feelings, then I think it's safe to say that I return them." The blue-haired boy smiled at you. It wasn't often that he did that, but this was a very heartfelt special occasion for him.

You look up at him, eyes all red and puffy from crying as he pulls you into a tight hug. After a few moments, he suddenly pulls away and plants a quick kiss on your lips. You can tell that he was very hesitant to do that and his red face made that even more evident.

"Thank you for...just for everything."

Shuichi smiles at you and hugs you once more, placing his chin on your shoulder.

"Oh and by the way, I talked to Kokichi and he said that he was sorry." He whispered.

You roll your eyes at the thought of him.

"He's probably lying, anyways..."

"When is he not?"

You two laugh and smile, looking into each others eyes.

You don't know whether to be thankful for his antics or absolutely despise him because of it.

All you know is that you're finally in love. And nothing can change that.

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Whumptober Day 27

27 VOICELESS | Laboratory | Muzzled | “I have no mouth and I must scream.”

Whumptober Prompts List | Masterpost

Fandom: Original Work

Words: 700

Tag List: @fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @mr-orion @scaewolf

@the-ellia-west

CW: lab whump, ptsd, magic suppression, muzzled

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I don't remember a lot from that period of my life. My body remembers more than my mind, which tried its best to block out the horrors of those weeks and months spent trapped inside that sterile prison. 

Many a dream has ended with screaming, clutching at my mouth and throat for a muzzle that is no longer there. Most of the dreams fade within moments of waking. And for that, I am grateful.

Silence was preferred. Forced. The muzzle was to keep me from speaking, from pleading with my captors for freedom, respite, comfort. For compassion.

I almost forgot how to use my voice. Even after my escape from that wretched place, I would rarely speak aloud, preferring hand signs, gestures, and written words. I am told I was stealthy too, although I'm not sure when that particular response came about.

I don't doubt your surprise. But I will remind you it has been many years since my time there. That is one of the reasons I chose to speak about it now. Another reason is because it's you, and my history, no matter how… horrific… needs to be told to those who deserve to know.

Those who are in danger of suffering the same thing.

Interesting, how once you become the victim of a home invasion, nowhere ever feels truly safe. Not even a coffin buried in the ground will soothe my paranoia that they will find me and bring me back to that horrible, horrible place. It was night when they came for me. I’m not sure how they found out about me, my mother, ever the worried sort as was common in that era, drilled into me at an early age to hide my true self.

Hiding wasn’t difficult, I was allowed to express myself freely within the safety of home, so I was never as careful as I should have been. Because of the measures my mother took to keep me safe, I never felt as though the danger actually existed. So I must have slipped up.

That night is a blur in my memory. Honestly I couldn’t even tell you when it even happened, my sense of time got so fucked up I only have an estimation of my age. I remember a loud crash, and yelling. I rarely heard my mother raise her voice, so her shouts stuck with me even as most other details faded away.

After that was the facility. I was kept in a cell, with metal bracelets around both wrists and the muzzle over my mouth. The bracelets always quietly hummed with some sort of energy that I am now certain suppressed my abilities. The first weeks were incredibly disorienting as I got used to the loss of something that I had possessed all my life. It was difficult to think, let alone focus on all the fucked up tests they ran on me.

I suppose, in a twisted, bitter way, I am grateful for that.

The stink of rubbing alcohol is always prevalent in my dreams, so I assume it accompanied much of my waking moments. The taste of the leather muzzle, and the blood in my mouth were also constants. Bruises on my arms, my legs, my face…

To this day I can’t stand the sight of needles. Can’t stand the touch of any fabrics that remind me too much of the simple loose clothing forced upon me. You can see the scars from the bracelets. I… I can’t sleep in silence, or in darkness.

And I couldn’t even speak.

I got away, yes, but it took months, and I cannot pretend that I escaped on my own. I do not know what happened to the guard who pitied me enough to let me out. I can only hope that he was able to slip away as well. Insubordination within their own ranks was sure to be met with severe consequences.

I hope you understand the severity of what I am trying to convey. I do not know how I have gone for so long without being found a second time. This is why we hide. This is why we must remain the world’s little secret. Some humans may accept us yet. But for now, the danger is too great.

You understand?

We’ll see.

[honeyjars-sims]

2.3 Just Go For It

Cece: This was a nice idea. It’s so peaceful out here.

Ben: I figured it would be a nice change of pace for our first official date since we’re usually hanging out somewhere loud and crowded.

Cece: Yeah, it’s nice that we’ve had more chances to have actual conversations lately. I feel like there’s still so much we don’t know about each other.

Ben: That’s true. And whenever I do learn something new about you, it always manages to surprise me.

Cece: Really? Why’s that?

Ben: Well, you seem to have these really particular ideas about how self-conscious and cautious you are, but when it comes down to it, you never back down from a challenge.

Cece: Hmm, it’s weird, but I never really saw myself as shy when I was a kid. I loved being on stage and I never really cared what other people thought about me. For the most part, both of those things are still true. But I actually feel more comfortable being in front of a large crowd behind a piano than I do when I’m singing a song I wrote in front of a few people.

Ben: Yeah, it’s more intimate. I get it. Like, I’m a pretty personable guy and I’ll strike up a conversation with anyone, but talking one on one with someone about my feelings hasn’t always been easy.

Cece: Exactly! I’m not a very emotional person, but I’m not cold and unfeeling, either. But sharing my vulnerabilities with someone seems really intimidating.

Ben: Oh, totally! But y'know, nothing else beats that moment when you open up to someone and they accept you, flaws and all.

Cece: I think I just got it in my head that I need to be the strong one. My siblings have been through so much, and they needed a lot of extra support from our dads. My brother in particular had a really hard time, so I didn’t want to burden our parents with my feelings.

Ben: What about your mom? Could you talk to her?

Cece: My mom and stepmom are great, but they keep themselves busy. I think I get my need for order from my mom and my expressive side from my dad. The thing is, any of my parents would have been there for me. I just hold myself up to a really high standard.

Ben: I can see that. You do put a lot of pressure on yourself. But you’re also creative and passionate. I’m really looking forward to seeing what you’re capable of when you really let go.

Cece: Hmm, and you think you’ll be around to see that?

Ben: I wasn’t planning on going anywhere. Well, maybe on tour once I make it big. But in that case, you’d probably be with me.

Cece: That’s quite an assumption!

Ben: What, can’t you see us traveling the world with our band? Selling out arenas, hearing the crowd singing along…

Cece: Don’t get too ahead of yourself. We haven’t even kissed yet.

Ben: Is that a hint? You know, if you want something, Cecelia, you should just go for–

[Cece grabs Ben and kisses him] 

Cece: How’s that? 

Ben: Perfect. See, you’re full of surprises.

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[scribespirare]

anon who asked about requests here!! if you want a flower gang request/idea/prompt, more on pregnant miles and milk?

aahhhh im writing again so I finally got to this, sorry for how long it took! i'm opening requests again fully now at least?

Miles’ breasts started to swell basically from day one. It was actually his first clue to his pregnancy even before his scent began to change; the sudden tenderness of his chest, the way his nipples practically ached at every brush of Miguel’s lips.

By month two he had gone from an A-cup, the faintest plumpness to his chest that fit his lithe, athletic build, to a C-cup. Almost a handful according to Miguel. But considering how fucking huge the Alpha was, Miles regarded that observation with the derision it deserved.

At month four Miles’ back was already starting to kill him and his DD-cups threw off his balance even more than the new belly he was starting to grow. It was almost a relief at that point when he pulled his newly bought bra off at the end of the day and found damp spots on the inside of it.

“Miguel!” he called, wriggling out of the rest of his clothes and kicking them towards the hamper, not bothering to try and bend over to pick them up. Thankfully his Alpha was willing to follow him around and pick up the small chores that Miles was starting to struggle with and Miles was one hundred percent willing to take advantage of that. How anyone with large breasts managed to get vigorous physical activities done was beyond him.

His Alpha was in the doorway seconds later, face creased slightly in concern as he looked Miles up and down. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Miles said, putting his hands at the small of his back and arching to stretch. Of course Miguel’s eyes tracked the movement. “My milk’s coming in and I’m hoping expressing it will make my chest stop aching. Help me?”

Miguel relaxed, tension bleeding from the wide shoulders and mouth tilting up on one side to reveal a hint of fang. “It’s early, you probably won’t be able to produce much. And you’re sore because they’re growing, not because of the milk. It probably wouldn’t do much to help.”

“Oh, are you an Omega specialist now?” Miles quipped, rolling his eyes. “Either suck on my nipples or don’t big guy, don’t need the commentary.”

He was swept off his feet so quickly that Miles gasped, followed by a loud laugh. “Asshole!” he cried, batting at the arm that was tucked under his ass.

“Stop being a brat and I’ll stop manhandling you,” Miguel said with utmost patience, even as he lowered Miles onto their bed. There was a time when he would have tossed Miles onto it, and Miles would laugh as he was pounced on, the mattress bouncing under their combined weights. But Miguel was so careful with him these days, loving even when he was being an ass by carting Miles around like a sack of flour.

Settled with his back propped up on pillows, Miles leaned back and let his mate position them how he wanted. And apparently what he wanted was to curl against Miles’ side, cupping the breast closest to him and squeezing the generous flesh gently.

“You know if you didn’t love them so much I’d be really self-conscious about how big my breasts have gotten,” Miles said casually, and it was true.

“They’re gorgeous,” Miguel told him, squeezing again. “Just like the rest of you.” When he lowered his head and sucked Miles’ nipple into his mouth, the Omega gasped, spine arching and eyes squeezing closed in a grimace. It wasn’t painful per say, but he was incredibly sensitive and the gentle but rhythmic pulling of his mate’s mouth was a lot to handle.

“Oh fuck,” he said, then repeated it again a moment later with a hell of a lot more emphasis when a sudden tingling started in his shoulder and then flowed downwards. Miguel made a small noise and sucked harder, until Miles whined and tugged at his hair in complaint. “God I can’t decide if that feels good or not.”

Miguel, looking completely content, cracked open an eye to take in Miles’ expression as he ghosted a hand down over the Omega’s belly bump. Miles didn’t complain, just let his thighs fall open with a little sigh. He wasn’t wet but it only took Miguel’s thumb gently circling his clit for that first rush of warmth to run through him. Within a few minutes Miguel was sliding two thick fingers inside him and Miles was moaning, running his fingers through his Alpha’s hair in encouragement. Despite Miguel’s doubts, expressing the milk really was easing some of the ache in Miles’ breast. He could feel a physical difference between them, his left still full and tight and the other throbbing sweetly, pleasure a warm current just under his skin.

“Switch sides,” Miles murmured, wanting to relieve the last of his aching.

With a small audible pop, Miguel pulled off his breast. A small orange bead still clung to Miles’ nipple and the Alpha gave him one last lick to catch it on his tongue. The milk had a warm, sweet scent that bloomed between them.

“Feels good?” Miguel asked, even as he pulled his fingers free and shifted so he could reach the other breast.

“Very,” Miles sighed, watching through half-lidded eyes as Miguel took those wet fingers and swiped them over his untouched nipple. Spreading Miles’ slick over the sensitive flesh before licking it right back up. “You look like you’re enjoying yourself just as much.”

“Mm,” was Miguel’s only response, a small noise of agreement. He pulled the nipple into his mouth and repeated the gentle suction until Miles felt that tingling once more, his milk letting down. He groaned softly, then groaned again when Miguel flicked his clit and pushed back inside him.

“Fuck, you take such good care of me, Alpha,” Miles murmured, closing his eyes and letting himself go lax. His mate didn’t reply except to rub circles into Miles’ clit with his thumb, making the Omega’s thighs start to tremble.

By the time Miguel was done nursing on him, Miles had come twice and was completely boneless in their bed. Forget taking advantage of Miguel’s willingness to clean up after him, the Alpha was never going to be allowed to unlatch from Miles’ nipples ever again.

[accirax]

initial thoughts on DCAS episode 9

woah, how strong is Tess/how weak is Aiden? i guess it's probably that Tess is jacked. non-digital art supplies are heavy.

he truly is the worst dad ever. no wonder Fiore constantly faceplanting never raised any alarm bells for him. it does make him being so worried about Fiore being attacked by the scorpion/alone in the dark in S1 all the sweeter, though :) (or all the more fucked up, from his son's perspective.)

WHERE THE FUCK DID YUL GET KAI'S SHIRT FROM SHKHSLKJASLDJASLD. i guess the last time we saw Kai he was shirtless so i guess his shirt must have wound up somewhere???

this makes sense, kind of. although, i maintain that Grett's actual gameplay in S1 was ATROCIOUS. anyways i love supportive Riya!!! just like Alec and Riya, this is a really fun pairing that i hope they expand upon more.

this was just by unabashedly being himself, i imagine? i can't picture Yul supporting Grett being herself, no matter what her true self is. he's too appearance-discriminatory for that.

thank god it's not another split personality plotline; i've had enough of those from other series.

top 10 photos taken seconds before disaster

WHEN WILL YOU LEARN? WHEN WILL YOU LEARN THAT YOUR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES?!?!?! (/ref)

something about Aiden saying "sexy" really caught me off guard. anyways, woahhhhh whaaaaat oh my godddddd i can't believe Tom's boyfriend was fake!

yeah... because cops never lie 🤨

this really is therapy: the episode, huh? it's fine, i like the character work. also, Trevor's feelings reveal! this was pretty obvious, especially once they showed it in the trailer, so i'm not at all surprised. what i am surprised about is that we didn't see any of Derek and Kristal getting a drink or playing pool this episode. did it just happen off screen, or was it canceled/postponed? i'm sure Kristal's reaction will have some kind of effect on how Derek takes the news whenever Trevor decides to tell him.

Trevor is an honorary member of the Magenta team :) also, i would've thought slip-n-slide was a copyrighted brand name. then again, i have no idea what they'd call it otherwise.

we see later that other people do miss their shots fairly frequently. thus, this is proof that Grett is 100% baller.

mad at her (/j) for this one because my first thought when Tess and Ally wound up on top of each other was "this, too, is yuri."

*adds one tally to the "Yul lines that made me laugh out loud" counter*

maybe they are soulmates

HKSDLKJDLFJSDF GET HIS ASS

THE GIRLIES ARE WORKING TOGETHER AGAIN!!! and for real this time!

mildly disappointing-- with the episode playing out this way, i was kinda hoping that it would have been Aiden instead of Tess. however, for as much as you can argue that Aiden is just an obstacle in the Jake/Tom plot, Tess was pretty much only acting as a counselor in the Gabby/Ellie plot. and, while you could argue that Tess still had more potential to be explored in her relationship with Ally, Aiden still has more potential to be explored in his relationship with Riya. the biggest shame, in my opinion, is that they're favoring Aiden and Riya, who placed 3rd and 2nd, over Tess and Ally, who placed 9th and 6th. i should probably save more of these thoughts for my next power ranking instead, but, these ARE my initial thoughts on the elimination.

and she doesn't even get her gf to see her out? what is this cruel world?! (/j)

this is a really great expression. Tom and Aiden, watch your backs >:)

overall, a really fun episode! we got some nice character check-ins at the beginning, followed by some enthralling strategy at the end. watching Gabby fully and openly devolve into villainhood is a treat. super excited to see where we go next! if you count Gabby in with the villains, we've got 5 villains versus 5 non-villains... will a merge pit the two sides against each other, or will we wait until there are 9 players left to create an even half? until next time!

[edelbleu]

you know, even tho some people seem to think that reo's actions were selfish, i kind of get him tho... i'm not justifying him lashing out to nagi, but i do recognize that he did it 'cause he was hurt, and it's completely fine to feel like that. no one wants to be left behind by someone we hold so dearly, it's not selfish (even tho we all know nagi's intention wasn't to hurt him, he just wanted what was best for both). i think their main problem is their miscommunication, nagi failing to express to reo his true intentions and thus hurting him, and reo not being able to see past his insecurities and pain.

their relationship is a really interesting one. sorry for the rant! just wanted to add my two cents abt them ♡ really love your blog!

You're so right, anon!

I totally agree with the notion that Reo isn't the one in the wrong for their fight - neither is Nagi. It's a failure on both their parts to properly communicate and express their true feelings.

I don't think Reo's reaction is disproportionate at all - let's face it, when I first watched (yes, I'm an anime first) the scene where Nagi joins Isagi's team, I gasped out loud, because I knew something huge had just happened, and I knew Reo wouldn't be happy about it. I think that was the intended reaction for that moment; it comes as a shock for the audience, so it must've been even worse for Reo!

At the moment Reo doesn't even lash out, he shuts down and tells Nagi "to do whatever he wants", which I actually think is a much more mature answer rather than start losing it in front of them. We now know thanks to Episode Nagi that he cries after that, and well - he just lost (or he believes he's lost) the person he's been building his future dream around for the last 6 months... of course he's upset!

And really, if we hadn't gotten to see Nagi's pov of that moment.... we wouldn't have known he was doing it for their sake, either. Sure, in the main manga you get the idea in later episodes that he doesn't hold any kind of grudge against Reo and that he actually looks forward to seeing him again, but... from a third person pov, it looks like a solo move, with the goal of "I want to get stronger", not "I want to get stronger so that we can reach our dream."

And the first option would've been totally fine too, but man, cut Reo some slack. He deserves to be a bit upset. Later things get worse before they get better, and I believe that's due to Reo having too much time to wallow in self-pity and listen to his insecurities.

Reo's denial -> depression -> anger -> acceptance emotional pipeline is really well-written IMO.

In the end, I think their behavior is... human, and very realistic at that. I was genuinely impressed to see such a complex dynamic between two characters in a shounen about football of all things, and honestly, that's what got me hooked.

TL;DR: Reo isn't selfish, he's insecure, and Nagi didn't help him realize he wasn't just moving on without him.

[demon-of-math]

Followup to this. :)

~~~

Koru hadn't been to a mall in at least a decade. From what he knew of the modern world, they weren't all that popular anymore in most universes. So when Ori insisted they go on an "emergency family mall trip" because Finch had never been to a Build-a-Bear, he was surprised to say the least.

As they walked down the busy aisleways of the megaplex, Koru eyed a store he hadn't set foot in since he stopped wearing eyeshadow. A wave of nostalgia punched him in the chest, and he couldn't help himself.

Once Ori and Finch were out of sight, he turned away from the shoe store he said he would stop at and strolled into the Hot Topic across the way.

The demon smiled and thanked the employee that greeted him as he headed inside. It was small, packed with fandom merch, and proudly displayed rows upon rows of pop culture t-shirts. The inventory had changed a lot; but they looked to still have some good stuff (he had to stifle a laugh when he found a Death Note hoodie his younger self would have loved).

"Scuse me," called an oddly familiar voice behind him. "Do you guys have jewelery or chains on sale?"

Koru turned around to answer. "Oh, sorry, I don't work h-" but he stopped dead in his tracks upon seeing who he was speaking to.

She had shimmering violet hair like the feathers of a raven. Her eyes were a bright, almost silvery color. She was tall and lanky and pale, almost like she had one foot in the grave.

But it was her. It had to be.

Eyes wide and voice trembling, the demon spoke. "...Sandy?"

The woman stared at him blanklu for a moment, before suddenly gasping. "Holy shit- Koru-?!"

"S- Sandy! My hells, I thought you were- what are you- I-"

"I can explain," she responded quickly, a nervous smile flashing onto her face. "But first I'm gonna need a hug."

Koru didn't hesitate to pull her into an embrace, fighting back his tears in hoped they wouldn't dirty his glasses. "I never thought I'd see you again."

Sandy took in a shaking breath of her own. "Neither did I. But look at us now." She was the first to pull away from the hug, looking down at him with warmth in her eyes.

As they pulled away, Koru took a second to clear his throat and calm down. "So... what are you doing here? I thought you..." he trailed off, not wanting to say it out loud.

Sandy sighed, straightening out her shirtsleeves. "I did. And I shouldn't have... it was a stupid decision, even if it got me where I am now."

That shook the demon, knowing what he'd last heard of her had been the truth. "And... where exactly is that?"

Her smile brightened again, and from the waist of her belt, she brandished a silver pocketwatch. On its lid was the emblem of a crossed pair of scythes fronted by a skull. "Closer to you now."

Koru's bittersweet joy made way for shock, then realization, then pride and happiness. "You're a reaper?"

Sandy nodded, opening the watch and checking the face. "I'm here on a job, actually. I work for a purgatory and collect souls who passed thebsame way I did," she explained, before adding, "And I've been looking for your hell in the meantime."

That meant a lot to him. To think his first true friend had been looking for him even after her death... it almost justified the tragedy. "Well- hey, my door's always open. My hell is connected to this universe, so... now you know."

She huffed and smiled. "What about you? Did you get summoned with mayonnaise this time?" she joked, causing Koru to laugh as well.

"No, actually, I'm... I'm here with my kids," he replied, feeling a little bashful to admit that.

"Kids?" Her smile turned a little more playful. "You really adopted that angel boy, then?"

Koru's smile fell immediately, a pang of remorse shocking his heart at the memory. "...not him. He's... not around anymore."

Sandy watched his expression, and grimaced as she realized she had touched a sore spot. Rather than asking about it, she redirected the subject to the present. "Well... who's here now? That's what matters most, right?"

Koru met her gaze again, remembering that was something he had said to her all those years ago, and his smile returned to him.

"I'll introduce you."

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Guerrilla advertising for the in-crowd? by u/Economy-Alfalfa-2241

Guerrilla advertising for the in-crowd? So our Chip-pan Ghost has finally materialised into her true form, which is going to take over the world via boiled vegetable products. The Jam Empress rises like a phoenix, casting her beatific glow upon us, her adoring subjects. Granted, we've mostly said "woddaf? Mentalist" but whilst sending someone a plant pot with a couple of lemons, a jar of botulism and a HAndWriTtEn NoTe in notigraphy is absolutely hilariously funny, I did wonder...I assumed the lemons were just because. I'm a GhastlyPoor, we don't have Aesthetics to worry about, but didn't the nobby posh pips just do the whole declutter thing? Thanks, we needed more random crap and this is a bucket of prime random (honestly, this is all so bizarrely funny it writes itself) from who? What? Eh? Oh god, not that ghastly thirsty woman again...note to self; get restraining order. But strawberry jam and lemons are connected - iirc, pectin is needed for strorbs and the original source is lemons. No idea why I know that or how I know that. Obviously Education worked for that day.But I suddenly remembered Lemonada. Are these actually fifty desperate "please come into my podcast with this barely-there company so we can talk about me and how I'm not a friendless loser married to a comedy merkin who has been banished to the chicken coop so many times the chickens are evicting him for nuisance" offerings? Poor Clotface, all he wants is a nice quiet space for him and his bong so they can be happy being miserable, but she's got him up trees picking those yellow blobs and it's probably Willy's fault.She didn't get ANY big names after the first two of the ArchSwill tripe, and those two were on the downhill trajectory, their glory years behind them. I'm not up on slebs, but I didn't even recognise any of the others or only in a famous-for-being-famous-thirty-years-ago way, though I don't know if some of the others are names in the US? But if that was for Spotify, THE podcast company providing professionally sourced, recorded and produced material and with loud trumpets farting the Miraculous Arrival, then who is going to do the honours over an iPhone in the shed? The cleaning lady?Is this her touting for new victims to have impactful, authentic voices to lend to the conversation we need to have as seen through the dustbin lid of whatever? Are the stakes now so big - and I just rolled my eyes so hard I'm looking up my own fundament - she's out drumming up business? And if it IS Lemonada, are we just supposed to join the dots ourselves? It could be wryly clever, but bandit advertising relies on random thing going viral. I don't do the whole "influencer" (barf) thing but isn't 600k really just micro-influencer? I don't know how that compares, but I'm guessing in the ballpark of various tragic reality telly stars? But that's kind of the level you need, the types who *are* influenced, except they tend to have short attention spans and lower disposable income and the market is beyond saturated. I think I'm too stupid for this. We're not the "in" club, sinners, we're not supposed to unlock the secrets. Sorreeeee. post link: https://ift.tt/N7dRZGL author: Economy-Alfalfa-2241 submitted: April 18, 2024 at 07:56PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[lazymoogle]

To be honest, this is an old post from my drafts that I never published because I reverted my main character back to a female Au Ra. I considered redoing the screenshots, but now it's too late for that. I hope you enjoy the story and the screenshots nonetheless. 😄

Orinna visited a place which had a special meaning to her. She wanted to be alone, to think, to become clear about something, but even that was not granted - to be alone for a longer moment. There always happened something, she always ended up helping others.

For a unknown reason Estinien joined her, he wasn't really surprised to see her grieving, after all she had to carry a lot of weight on her chest, without being asked if she even wanted to. He coughed slightly, but the Warrior of Light didn't moved a muscle.

"What are you doing here? We've been searching almost everywhere for you." he kindly asked, and approached her.

"Who is 'We'? Who else is looking after me but you?" she replied, though it was more of a counter-question. It was obvious that something was upsetting her, that her voice sounded sad, shattered even.

"Zero, to be precise. She was worried because you disappeared without telling her where." he answered, paused for a moment. "That's not entirely true, Alisaie at least knew where you went."

"Well, because I told her, otherwise she would worry too much."

"You are here because of Zenos, aren't you?" he gripped his chin, pondering. Nothing escaped his attention.

Orinna exhaled a loud sigh. Since he "disappeared", she felt empty and abandoned. Yes, she had Zero and the others around her, but it wasn't quite the same. "You are a bright spark, huh? What betrayed me?" she blustered towards him, finally turning around to face him. Except for the snotty reply, her expression didn't change.

"You are here quite often actually, Alisaie told me that as well before I headed out to find you."

But now her facial expression changed. She slowly became furious.

"WHAT do you want from me!?"

"Zenos tried to kill you, didn't bat an eye, and you still grieve for him?"

Her hand flattened again, she looked away sadly, avoiding Estinien's gaze. "I was hoping there was more behind his actions. I wanted to turn him around to our side, making him realize how much he mattered to me, despite our differences."

The former Azure-Dragoon heaved a contemptuous sigh. "Like he felt anything but hatred. He followed you to the end of the world to duel til death part your ways. He searched for reasons and ways to provoke you each and every time. I'm almost sorry to say this, but he was a selfish motherfucker who got exactly the proper payback for his actions."

"When we first met here, he asked me to be his partner and stay by his side. Without even hesitating, I answered yes. I wanted to have a chance to know him better, to make sure he got back on the right track instead of wasting his own precious life. He didn't believe me and ultimately released Shinryu from his cage. One thing led to another..." she started to cry. "He grabbed his katana after I won, and exited himself out. At first, I felt nothing but relief. Until some days had passed, when everything seemed to be normal, I was really angry at him."

"And in the end he reappeared, more or less." Estinien answered meekly. "He didn't only expelled Elidibus, but also murdered his own father as punishment for wanting to use the Black Rose instead of fighting honorably. Zenos walked over dead bodies, no matter how close the people were to him."

She looked back to Estinien, still weepy in her face. "That's just the point! All he ever cared about was to reach me."

"Because he ...! Ugh, Ori! He grasped every possibility to become stronger than you. He would have killed you if he was capable in doing so. You almost died from the consequences of your last fight against him. Wake up, girl. He wasn't in love with you, not even in a friendly way. He intervened in the battle between the Endsinger and you out of pure self-interest."

"You just don't understand..." she answered him disappointedly.

"I get it very well, you loved him, but he didn't loved you."

Orinna was so heartbroken that she pushed Estinien aside. "You are outrageous! I hate you!" She ran away weeping.

[staurora]

My OnlyOneOf Concert Experience!

On April 7th I was lucky enough to get a VVIP ticket to participate in OnlyOneOf’s Dallas fansign, hi-touch, and concert, and I want to share my thoughts on it! Naturally I will be biased as I’m a huge fan of them, but I hope this information can be informative or at least interesting.

The first thing that struck me was how socially comfortable the whole experience was. The only other groups I’ve seen in concert are Ateez two times and P1Harmony once. While I wasn’t uncomfortable at these concerts, I suffer greatly from social anxiety. Even when I’m handing out freebies I can’t look most people in the eye or start full conversations. Typically I go alone as well, so it tends to be a fun but lonely affair. However, the accepting and warm atmosphere as well as my own self improvement managed to pull me out of my shell this time and I conversed with many other attendees and even made friends with one!

I think too that the attitude of fans reflects qualities of the artist. Through the personas and values they portray in their music, including but not limited to some of the loudest queer acceptance in kpop right now, OnlyOneOf have crafted a space in which their fans can be comfortable dressing and acting the way they want to, enjoying the things they enjoy proudly and behaving kindly. Many of the attendees I talked to spoke of OnlyOneOf as a beacon of hope, comfort, and safety. I think this rings true for me as well.

The fansign was lovely, as I was able to give four of the members my art. Kyubin and Rie, I WILL draw you and give you that art as soon as I can. Unfortunately I was at a total loss of words and couldn’t express what I felt in my heart. I hope they can feel it when they look at my drawings. The group photo was extremely fun, simply because I got to make a heart with Kyubin… what a charismatic man. On the whole, this concert really made it impossible for me to have a bias. The members are so charismatic and lovely in real life.

The actual concert itself was amazing, my first time ever being so close to the stage. No one was pushing or being rude, and I actually had a bit of personal space! The performances were amazing of course, OnlyOneOf are true performers. Their choreography is artistic and beautiful and the way they move is surreal, even more so when you see it in real life. They’re great at interacting with the fans as well, coming up with fun stories and jokes between performances. None of it felt stale or forced which… unfortunately I felt Ateez was when I saw them the second time (a very small gripe for a great concert). Definitely a plus for them as a group.

Vocal-wise, the boys are great but it’s hard to distinguish between the guide and them when you’re so close to the loud ass speakers. Or they weren’t singing live very much. Or they’re so good you can’t tell them apart from a guide sometimes. It could be any of that. The moments where I could here their live vocals were beautiful though, very clean and stable.

Negatives of the experience… to be honest, there were very few. The biggest was the lack of seats. This is a personal issue for me to fix on my end as well, as I have hip problems when standing for long periods of time. Towards the end, I was in a ton of pain, having stood maybe four or five hours. Something to consider when buying something general admission. If you have difficulty standing, it will be hard for you to participate.

The only other negatives are slight annoyances. Typical fans yelling while members are talking because they want their main character moment (probably less than there were at Ateez? I could be wrong tho). Also I’ve heard some very negative things about the woman mainly in charge of this tour on Studio Pav’s side. I can’t verify much but it’s something I’ve been side eyeing. How the hell are you gonna be xenphobic and manage Kpop tours… but I don’t really know her so I can’t say much else for sure. The concert was well organized, the staff were slightly aggressive but that’s understandable considering how rowdy Kpop fans can get.

All in all, I would 100% buy the same ticket again. Only $205 and you get a truly healing concert experience and memories to cherish. I will definitely see OnlyOneOf in concert next time I’m able to, and I will be closely following their musical journey as it hopefully continues for much longer. They’re doing something very special, creating a truly safe space for queer people when it often feels like those are becoming fewer and fewer. I look forward to their continued growth.

[roseannebp22]

a random but soulful analysis of one of my favorite Taylor songs of all time, The Outside =") <3

The Outside is the #6 song on Taylor Swift's 1st Studio album, Taylor Swift, released in 2006. It is also the second song she ever wrote, at only 12 years old, about being an outsider in middle school.

"I didn't know what I would find

When I went looking for a reason, I know

I didn't read between the lines

And, baby, I've got nowhere to go"

Taylor is a very expressive, extroverted girl, and if she's spontaneous the way she is now I can't imagine how she used to be as a kid. I truly feel she's the most truthful public person out there not bc she makes an effort for it but bc she doesn't know how to be anyway different. She clearly has always been that super loud, happy child that would get excited over small things and talk about what she loved nonstop even if no one was interested in what she had to say.

Now, at that age around 12, 13 when everybody's trying to fit in and act cool and unbothered, and draw the least attention to themselves as possible, her not being able to "read the room" and act like everyone else was annoying to the other kids. Since they didn't have the courage to be like her, that was unacceptable.

So, going back to the lyrics, little 12 year old Tay was confused and hurt as to why the others wouldn't accept her, and tried to find a reason for it, because after all, she was just being herself, like she had been her whole life.

She felt guilty because she couldn't speak the same nonchalant lingo of the others and wasn't able to get their underlying warnings of how inappropriate her behavior was to them.

"I tried to take the road less traveled by

But nothing seems to work the first few times

Am I right?"

She tried to continue to be herself (the road less traveled by since the others just complied to the social rules to fit in) and keep her usual excitable personality in all ways she could - probably trying to balance her true self with the people pleasing, but nothing worked..

"So how can I ever try to be better?

Nobody ever lets me in

I can still see you, this ain't the best view

On the outside looking in

I've been a lot of lonely places

I've never been on the outside"

*this is the part that breaks me the most ><*

now she's just being ostracized, confused, completely alone and desperate to be seen. She's convinced that she's the part of the equation that doesn't fit, she didn't comply to their rules, she's in the wrong and needs to do better.

But how if she's been shut off? She's now looking at her peers from outside of their dome, and all her chances to please them were wasted.

You saw me there, but never knew

That I would give it all up to be

A part of this, a part of you

And now, it's all too late, so you see

You could've helped if you had wanted to

But no one notices until it's too late to do anything

This is about not the perpetrators (her actual bullies) but their accomplices. To keep the social norm and status quo all kids must comply, even the ones who can see that there's something wrong there. Everyone saw her alone at the cafeteria, being made fun of in the corridors and eating alone in the bathroom.

Still, they just thought it'd be better to feel guilty from afar than to befriend her and accept her for who she was, which meant going against the unspoken rules - and being an outcast with her.

How can I ever try to be better?

Nobody ever lets me in

And I can still see you, this ain't the best view

On the outside looking in

I've been a lot of lonely places

I've never been on the outside

There's no happy ending to this song. It ends with the exact sentiment it begins with of not belonging and being the problem.

This song (and this cruel experience) feels like the foundation of everything for Taylor. Her career, her songwriting, her self love and self image. The way that this magnificent social butterfly continuously puts herself in that 'observer', outcast place even years later, as a grown, stratospherically successful woman and dives deeply into the loneliest corners of her inner self which later translates itself into the most raw and beautiful art like I look in people's windows and I hate it here.

The way all her emotional issues seem to start and end inside her. She's always the primary perpetrator of her pain because, to her, she's also always the issue itself. She's the one cursed with the prophecy, she's the one cutting off her nose to spite her face, she's the one with the blind optimism.

I haven't got a proper ending to this either, I just think about this song a lot - and the very real person Taylor is.

[hausofsunflowersexplores]

Introducing "It'sKamaiToYou": Embrace Your Spiritual and Modern Self

Welcome to "It'sKamaiToYou"

Hey fam! I’m so excited to announce the rebrand and fresh focus of "It'sKamaiToYou." This isn’t just a blog—it’s a whole vibe, blending spirituality with modern living. My mission? To help you create clean, sacred spaces, elevate your fashion and beauty game, and embrace holistic well-being. I've been one of the trailblazers in the spiritual community on TikTok, but let’s be clear: I am no one's guru. Just like you, I'm navigating this human experience—growing, healing, and learning every step of the way.

Why "It'sKamaiToYou"?

In today’s spiritual world, authenticity and personal growth are everything. As a strong empath, I realized that if I tried to heal the whole world, I’d never have time for my own journey. So instead, I’m here to consult and hold space for us all. No matter how many sessions we have or how much info and remedies I share, I can't do the actual work for you. It's up to you to navigate your own path, just like I do.

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Your home should be your sanctuary, reflecting your inner peace and spiritual journey. At "It'sKamaiToYou," we’re all about turning ordinary spaces into sacred havens. Think minimalist decor, natural elements, and clutter-free zones that promote tranquility and mindfulness. Let’s create spaces that support your spiritual growth and make you feel at home in every sense.

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Back in 2019, my spirit team told me that we’re too loud with our practices today. At first, I thought it was just a generational thing, but now I get it—the lesson is bigger. We need to blend in more because witch hunts are still a thing, just in different forms. Discriminatory practices are alive and well, and as long as we’re in these bodies, we have to deal with the human experience. Balance is key. We can integrate ancient wisdom into our daily lives without making it everyone’s business. Live your truth, walk in your purpose, break cycles, and do right by your guides. What you do spiritually is nobody’s business but your own.

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EatCoD chapter 2

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Chapter 2

I’d meant what I said to Aaron; I genuinely felt that he would make a better Alpha. Honestly, I didn’t know why I couldn’t just choose Aaron as my mate and then we could lead the pack together. 

YES!! THANK YOU!!

“Aaron.” His tone was dark, mean and ugly. Just like him. “Let’s go.” 

His behavior gave me the answer that I so desperately needed and yet I couldn’t feel relieved. All I could feel was anger for the wrath that Aaron was sure to endure tonight.

Aaron shot forward, trying to steer his dad away from me and towards the front door, but he didn’t move fast enough for his dad. 

“I said move it.” His hand flew out and landed across Aaron’s face with a loud slap. Aaron’s head snapped back and he fell backwards.

I love how the council decided not to elect Aaron as the new alpha, so Garrett/Scarface takes his anger out by… beating his son around. Makes perfect sense to me! SAID NOBODY, EVER. 

“For centuries [the moon goddess, Luna] watched over the wolves from the night sky as they roamed the earth and she fell in love with Roark, the King of the Wolves. He was strong and smart and brave. But he had never taken a mate. So one day, the Goddess Luna disguised herself as a wolf and approached his pack. As soon as Roark saw her, he instantly fell in love.”

 I leaned back, taking in the night sky. “And then what happened?” 

“Why they married of course, the way mates do and she was his for life. They had several pups together and lived a fulfilling life.”

[...]

“Once he put it on, he transformed into a God, the same form as Luna. And then, they were able to be together for eternity.” He looked to the sky. “And that is where we descend from: half-humans, half-wolf, almost as if we were Gods ourselves, with this kind of magical power. And we secretly live among humans, never showing them our true form.”

You mean to tell me that in this universe, their creation myth is literally “A human really wanted to fuck a wolf”? And literally nobody bats an eye over this?

I fell to the floor again, my sobs wrenching my body. I had nothing left.

Chapter 2 summary: Liz goes outside, where she and Aaron are quick to come together. After the first orgasm, Liz expresses a lot of doubts… Mainly put there by Scarface. Aaron tells her that she’s good enough, and starts trying to move forward to actually have sex with her. But this is interrupted by Scarface calling and cussing his son out, so Aaron is quick to leave after that. 

The next morning, Jane wakes her daughter up and gives her a family heirloom blue diamond necklace. She warns her daughter to show it to nobody except her mate. And if somebody else does see it, to downplay what it is and say something like “Oh, I got it at the flea market!” She’s about to say something else when another werewolf comes in to help Liz get ready for her party. 

The party is largely glossed over. As the sun goes down, the werewolf council meets to discuss letting Liz stay on for another year as alpha unless she can’t get her powers. Liz hides out in the pantry, unable to deal with everything. Aaron finds her in there, and gives her a werewolf pendant necklace. 

His father comes out, and literally smacks Aaron around. Liz obviously doesn’t like seeing her boyfriend in a situation like that, so she uses her alpha powers for the first time to command Scarface to stop. She tells him that if he ever does anything like that again, she’ll remove him from power and put Aaron in charge of the family. The two of them are quick to leave after she makes him apologise to his son. 

After everybody has left for the night, Liz and her dad sit outside, and he tells her the creation myth. In short, Luna the moon goddess wanted to fuck a wolf, so they had a bunch of puppies. As the wolf neared the end of his life, she revealed her true self to him, and turned him into a god in his own right. Werewolves are descended from this union of woman and wolf. 

Right as the story is ending, Scarface shows up. Unnamed father is scared for his wife and daughter, and tells them to get into the safe room. It’s only after Liz is locked in does she realise that her mom was already killed. She’s forced to watch on the security cameras as Scarface and his friends jump her father and literally rip him to shreds. She curls up and wishes that the door would open so that they can kill her too; she has nothing left.