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kuvvydraws · 5 months ago

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Alright, interesting answer. No magic to keep the tension down, or even request a wax seal from Praetorius so I can seal said communications between us, ensuring it remains just for us two might be a good idea I think. I think writing using ink he favours, maybe even in his preferred colours, like signing his name "Dear Praetorius" (using 'My Dearest, Praetorius all Angelica Schuyler like comes later~) in his preferred colour would be a sweet romantic gesture, granted he notices it. I also think small tokens of affection, like inkwells, lovely fancy pens, maybe interesting words and their meanings and how to use them in a sentence! Using a thesaurus to find new and lovely words to intrigue his mind. Perhaps leaving the gift of green magic to be something he offers himself rather than I do would be a good bonding moment as well, so that makes sense, considering his personality and physical issues. And finally, as an actual ask instead of gushing how I plan to woo this skele over time, I know Praetorius has no love for living plants as gifts, but what about ones deliberately alive yet dead? In that, I mean gifts of gently pressed and preserved flowers in treated resin, homemade. Sent along with their intended meaning, or perhaps, even more his style, embroidered flowers or knitted ones, lovingly and painstakingly worked over on plain white backgrounds. Would be a nice way to grow in the hobby as the relationship progresses. So yeah, what would he think of pressed flowers preserved in resin, and embroidered/knitted/sewn flowers on small handkerchiefs as gifts of courting presented to him? As for use, the pressed resin flowers would make lovely paperweights, and the handkerchiefs with the flowers, for those who know flower language, an intriguing way to have subtle conversations. And now i am thinking of the letters having the corners gently doodled with flowers, as a secret lil message he could decipher as a treat. Look what this skele is doing to me!

It's true magic has so many uses and yet so few. Even then, just because someone wouldn't be able to get their magic signature on wax doesn't mean he wouldn't commission a personalized seal for his partner, so he'd still know where the letters come from. He doesn't like jewelry for himself, but he does understand the appeal and usefulness of signet rings, and finds those with engraved stone quite fetching.

Color has a lot of meaning for monsters, and he often tries to write in a deep baby blue rather than the classic black, even if procuring the ink is more expensive - it's a signal that lets the recipient of his messages he's not to be toyed with. He's one dedicated to details and words and the twists of the language, so no change in the way he's addressed, even as seemingly insignificant as a comma, would be hidden from his eyelights. He's a sharp and attentive reader and, if interested, a profound and yearning writer. All the longing he wouldn't be able to voice would be poured on the paper, missives bleeding with intention.

Praetorius himself prefers gifting practical items, little presents that reveal how his mind wanders not only on what his partner likes but what they might need too. Following that same line of thought, even switching his trusty quill in favor of a pen his partner procured for him would be a reminder to rattle his bones, how in his very fingers he holds a literal token of affection, the proof of his mate keeling him in their mind just as much as he does for them.

Here you can find a similar ask regarding his thoughts on flowers, and pressed flowers are closer to his cup of tea than what any vivacious bouquet could be. He's in constant and dire need of good paperweights and book-ends either way, so he might as well own those that give him the sweetest and most terrible heartache.

He's picky with anything flashy, and even had his uniform redesigned to get rid of all the gold thread embroidery, insignias and unnecessary tuffs of grandiosity. Small details, however, can and will take his breath away. An embroidered handkerchief would be a treasure, and maybe his partner would even dare touch up the cuffs of his shirts with the art - the smallest, clunkiest flower would make his SOUL flutter.

He wouldn't be knowledgeable on the language of flowers from the beginning, but Praetorius would be quick to remedy that fault of his. To pair the doodles he receives in his messages he would try to find a way to scent the wax seal - his partner might not be a monster, and they might not be able to recognize the signature of his magic, but he can always try mixing oils in the seals for the letters addressed to them, the essence of roses and bluebells and tulips meant to deliver everything he cannot put in words.

If he were daring, he wouldn't need the scents, or the paper, or the seals, and would brave his chance to bring the messages to his partner himself, from his SOUL to his teeth, from his heart to his partner, and throw caution through the window to give them as much honesty as he could wrangle from his broken body.

So, indeed he'd enjoy little details. Things that mean something. Things that mean so much they make his SOUL ache.

#kuvvytalks #undertale #hc #oc #praetorius #solitale au

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dontbotherwiththepronunciation · 1 year ago

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Hehehe (¬‿¬)

Robb/Jeyne W

Ramsay/Theon/Jeyne P

Mel/Selyse

Beric/Thoros

And a single unproblematic one:

Grenn/Pyp

Hi Tânia...

R0ßß x Jeyne (W)

I really liked your interpretation of them + a few other authors, but what attracts me the most of it is the mystery in the relationship and since fandom has decided to hold a very (almost insultingly in my opinion) idealistic view of R0ßß it has lost some of it's appeal for me. Weirdly enough I still love them a lot, because they embody some aspects of Germanicus & Agrippina, a couple that I really love. And I overall really like Jeyne and how courageous she is. So yeah, my problem comes mostly from the R0ßß's characterisation always being that of a selfless saint who sacrifices himself for her honour (or worse, gets roofied).

Theon x Ramsay x Jeyne (P)

“oh my god, we have the same abusive boyfriend”

hellish polycule. I hate it. I genuinely hate Ramsay so much. People keep making Theon the whump protagonist in fanwork by having him suffer, but I want Ramsay to be my whump protagonist. I can't stand that motherfucker. I hope he has the least climactic death in the story because he is simply not worth it. I don't want neither Theon nor Jeyne to ever come near him again because him dying while thinking that they are gone and safe is my favourite fantasy. It would be a huge slight for him.

On the other hand, this is kind of canon and I enjoy all the canon. I love the canon ships for what they are which, in this case, is plain horror. I want to gorge my eyes out whenever I think of it. They make me want to scream. The dynamic in fanwork is less interesting to me because most of the time it just ends up being gratuitous smut or Theon being in love with Jeyne during their captivity which is a huge no for me. (No hate to anyone who enjoys either of those things, they are just boundaries) but if written as in canon (that is implicitly and as horror), then yeah, I'd read a fic.

But viewed through a less serious lens Ramsay CANONICALLY and simultaneously acts as the matchmaker, the third wheel, and the sicko lurking on the window I can't-

Melisandre x Selyse

I read it as one-sided canon. It's probably not intended by GRRM, but I do. I know for many people this is a mostly comedic ship not to be taken too seriously or the one they use to write $tav0s without having to fully disregard the women, but... Repressed sapphic who is head over heels for a religious extremist who wouldn't hesitate at burning her alive if her god demanded it...oh how relatable. + there is the entire topic of faith

Beric x Thoros

I really love the themes of reborn faith at the sight of someone who is a living miracle. I know it's not a healthy thing in real life, but I love exploring the idea of someone finding a purpose and a cause in the world because of one (1) single person who reignites long-forsaken hope in another. Especially if that person dies later on. + a bit of borderline necrophilia meets Robin Hood. @/mylestoye described them once as:

"this is my lover I’ve pulled him from the arms of death six times & though every time he’s a bit more faded & a bit more lost I feel I can’t let him go, he is a symbol of my religion he reawakened my belief & faith, I will follow him & care for him for as long as I can"

Grenn x Pypar

"If Pyp wanted to call me aurochs, though, he could. Or you, or Jon." - Sam II, ASOS

I know it's completely insignificant and GRRM didn't think anything while writing it, but I loved that division. Two sentences. Not one. He had to add it as an afterthought. I remember there was someone on AO3 who wrote exclusively for them in English and Spanish and I used to compare the translations trying to analyse the text. Need to revisit those. They just give me warm happy feelings

#theostrichsdaughter #it's sweet of you to remember pyp and grenn it's one of the few ones I still really like.#threyne #I guess #melisandre x selyse #beric x thoros #Grenn x Pypar

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printpens · 5 months ago

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yogaforcourage12 · 9 months ago

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Harmonizing Body And Mind: Can Mindful Movement Meditation In Brønshøj Transform Your Well-being?

Tucked away in the lively Brønshøj neighbourhood of Copenhagen, a quiet wellness revolution is unfolding. As locals go about their busy lives, more people of all ages and backgrounds are discovering ancient practices to cultivate inner calm amidst the commotion. Seeking relief from urban stressors and greater health of body and mind, they're turning towards mindfulness meditation in Brønshøj.

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Fortunately, in Brønshøj, long-established centres provide structured programs for continuity. Weeklong silent retreats deepen concentration and reveal new dimensions of the self. Supportive mentors guide practitioners through stages of insight in a careful upward spiral of understanding.

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Advanced practitioners plunge deeper into the ground of being, questioning beliefs once held as concrete truth. By repeatedly looking within to ask, “Who is aware at this moment?” fixed notions of a separate self or soul begin dissolving. Directly apprehending the transitory, essence-less nature of existence liberates one from clinging to temporary phenomena. Equanimity and compassion effortlessly emerge.

After years of meditation, the paradoxical conclusion is that nothing needs to change for awareness to brightly shine, illuminating whatever arises. No special state is reached; all appearances are recognized as sacred manifestations. A silent presence awakens, unmoved by-passing storms.

Having traversed inner landscapes foreign to common society, meditators live to share their hard-won gifts with humanity. Their embodied peace and wisdom inspire others. Through selfless service, they help uplift communities so that all might flourish.

Thus, in humble Brønshøj, the reach of meditation permeates collective consciousness—not through grandiose displays but subtly through the potent ripples of inner revolution. The neighbourhood thereby becomes a model for the global shift our world sorely needs. May all beings realize the freedom available here and now, ever at rest in unshakable presence.

#meditation in Brønshøj

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tallpinecases · 1 year ago

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miafreemangrad701 · 2 years ago

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The Importance of Representation in Film and Media

"Imagine the first time when young children see a superhero or an astronaut on screen whose image looks like them. It is 2018, and for some kids, the historic moment of seeing Black Panther was their first time seeing a superhero of color on screen"

I found this article really interesting. The writer put a lot of passion into their work and research and you can feel that whilst reading. It talks a lot about how minorities have been misrepresented, the importance of those minorities seeing themselves correctly represented on screen and how this changes the perspective of those around them. It goes through the history of Hollywood, how black people were not even allowed to play black characters and instead white actors used blackface to enforce white supremacy. These negative portrayals increased negative stereotypes and public perception of minorities.

“whether its appearing in disparaging roles or not appearing at all, minorities are the victim of an industry that relies on old ideas to appeal to the “majority” at the expense of the insignificant minority” (Horton, Price, and Brown 1999)

It also discusses the importance of media being accurate due to its large reach. For some, tv and film is the only interaction they will have with minorities and inaccurate portrayals will impact how people view minorities. This also expands into journalism and news, with presenters often not being made up of minorities. Not being seen or having inaccurate representation can create damaging perceptions and biases, especially when shown to young kids who are easily influenced. This negatively impacts the way individuals interact with each other which leads to discrimination and sometimes violence and hate crimes.

“when images and ideas presented at a young age take hold, and are reinforced over years of viewing, these images become reality and once these stereotypes and misconceptions become ingrained in the psyche of American children, they become self-perpetuating” (Horton, Price, and Brown)

Table of race representation on screen

The article also goes into details in all different areas, like the over-sexualisation of women in media, the underrepresentation of LGBTQ+ and disabled people and how little the stories of these minorities are told in media.

"If you want the youth to have a positive view of themselves, then they should see themselves on screen being presented in a positive light, it makes a difference”

#week one

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boarcide · 1 year ago

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Tis I, "Akutagawa is spider coded and needs more spider motifs" truther anon here,

First off, I just want to say. I love you a lot. I love your analysis and how you view akutagawa (your akutagawa takes are the only ever I adore em). Secondly, I was sleep deprived and on monster energy fumes when writing that and also tumblr anon asks dont allow the use of pictures, so I am using the reblog option to be more delusional in my ramblings and perhaps not make any sense in the process. This will also go a bit off topic and have no relativity to my original ask at all because I'm pulling this out of my ass. I just love him and have been waiting for an incentive to project on him. Apologies and love in advance.

I realized I started a thought process that I didn't quite finish with the idea of Rahsomon and Akutagawa fitting the "inconspicuous at first/monstrous upon closer look" trope. I didn't think inconspicuous was the right word at first, because I meant to use a word that would be the opposite of "monstrous", but then I thought of the horror concept on which monsters disguise themselves as a seemingly normal animal until someone looks closer and goes, "I don't think that's a deer. Or ever was one."

And I thought, "no, i can make that fit. Hold on"

And it makes sense to say he's kind of like that. It's kind of shown in the police station scene.

(Look at his lil bow. He's Just a lil creachur)

And here too:

(Just a tiny boy)

In both scenes, Akutagawa, to others, is seemingly normal or out of the ordinary. Then, upon closer look/realization, he is realized to be something much different, much worse at second glance.

I think the beauty in Akutagawa's character that is not discussed is how stranger's and those who do not know him, perceive him: He is somewhat of a monster in human skin to those who dont know him--quite literally a wolf in sheep's skin in the former examples, because he seems so insignificant at first glance, like a small spider, that its easy to overlook him until your brain catches up to you and you do a double take.

I could say that even to those that know him, it's a similar case (see Atsushi, who sees Akutagawa act all formal and composed when introducing himself until he slaps Higuchi and insults her). However, I'm talking less about him as a person and more so how he is perceived through the eyes of someone who doesn't know him.

(The thing is, Akutagawa is both the inconspicuous being and the monster in the trope. Rashomon is a being attached to him, and although I used her as the "monster" to Akutagawa's "inconspicuous," (the weak, frail, pretty, vs strong, durable, monstrous example) everything about Rashomon is a part of him, and her fearful form symbolizes a part of him too, especially the part that he projects to the world--th part of him that is why Atsushi views him as a monster first and human last. )

What I'm trying to say is that Akutagawa's appeal and the beauty of his character, to me, lies in how he (and rashomon) share this "inconspicuous/monstrous" trope. Basically, Akutagawa is frail and weak and inconspicuous as a person, but his ability is the complete opposite, but that ability is also a part of him, and since he wields her in a horrific manner to cause bloodshed, he is also the monster.

(I constantly think of this specific entrance of his as another example, too. Also, I like this panel, so I'll put it here for it to be admired.)

(Another shot of this little freak at work!! I think Tanizaki falling over and revealing a seemingly normal person in the second panel before the third panel shows a monstrous limb extending from Akutagawa helps play at what I'm trying to describe here.)

Okay too much word vomit here onto the next topic.

I! Love!! Comparing Akutagawa to spiders!!! I hate spiders!!! I can't even look at Wikipedia pictures of Google images of any spiders, no matter how big or small. Just looking at webs makes me break out in hives and scare me shitless! I am terrified of spiders and can only find them alluring and grotesquely pretty when I am not confronted with the reality of their existence. I think Akutagawa is similarly horrifying in reality (both in face and in spirit), but because he's not real, I find him pretty in the way that I find spiders pretty. You said that it's how Atsushi could still love him, and I think of how arachnid lovers exist and willingly love and care for something that has been deemed horrific and grotesque and ugly and scary. I also think about how the most common way to handle your fear of spiders is through exposure therapy. Both of them fit Atsushi's character in a way, me thinks. He gets over his fear of the spider and then has to learn not to be hostile to it, to care for it and find beauty in it when others cannot and will not find one.

(Cue, I show you my favorite panels of him that remind me of spiders because it's on par with the topic, and they just stay in my head rent-free. I wrote a lot in the alt texts, too.)

And to your analysis of the cannibalism panel: yes!! YES!!! I AGREE!!!! You hit the nail on the head and it's about everything you said about it, from how grotesque and terrifying his expression is to how endearing it is when you put it in context to how Akutagawa usually is. That's why I find him so pretty in this scene. Not necessarily just because it's aesthetically pleasing (well, i mean it is to me), but because it's so him.It shows him at his most unhinged, and if you think of it, this is from Kyouka's perspective. This is from her point of view of the man who played a part in horrifically traumatizing her. I can only think of how scared shitless she could've been and how this face alone contributed to her reaction when he expressed that he was happy for her. I talked about Akutagawa and how he is monstrous with or without rashomon. This is him without rashomon. As you said, even something like happiness or joy is twisted into something darker on akutagawa. I don't have the brain cells to put everything together in a coherent manner and I just hope what I'm saying makes sense but,,,part of everything about his character, how creepy he is drawn, and him being a monster to other people ties into why I think it's a pretty-nah fam, fucking beautiful panel, both in appearance and in symbolism.

Idk man, end of my delusional rant. I don't know if it makes sense whatsoever. I just really like the grotesqueness of characters and the Gothic symbolism in him. I want to grind him him into paste and put him in my mouth like chewing tobacco. I am madly in love with him.

I've always encapsulated Akutagawa's character and his beauty as being something along "pretty/inconspicuous at first, monstrous upon closer look," trope. Something something about him being the complete opposite of Rashomon (weak, frail, pretty vs strong, powerful and durable and mostly, terrifying to look at) which add onto that pretty/monstrous dynamic, because rashomon is everything he is not but wants to be. He's pretty the way a spider is pretty--all strange and long limbed, scary, and creepy to everyone else except the few people that can tolerate them longer than a few seconds. Sometimes, people are uncessarily cruel to spiders that way, too, whether or not they've done something wrong or not. He is often the spider crushed under someone's foot until it explodes, me thinks.

I don't know what I'm trying to get at here. This isn't disagreeing with you cause I think ugly describes a lot of aspects of akutagawa from his personality, insecurities, and his life (maybe not his appearance, tho, but that might just be me staring at his tiny waist and not his redflags). I also just think that man is pretty especially in the panels where he is at his most unhinged (like the where he smiles at Kyouka during the cannibalism arc). him looking like a corpse is also why I would willingly court him (thanks nagito for helping me discover my taste in men) I just may have bad taste. Banger analysis tho.

... This is terrifying, I adore it

I REALLY can see the simile with spiders– it's brilliant!!! It's such a fitting comparison. That's exactly why Atsushi can still love him. The observation on Rashomon being everything Akutagawa isn't is so incredibly spot on too!!! I have barely anything to add, this makes such an extraordinary and suitable description of Akutagawa. Thank you so much for sharing!!!

I really can't understand thinking of Akutagawa as pretty– but like, in the fun “it's amusing how peoples' brains all work differently” way!! I am baffled at the concept of that cannibalism panel being taken as example for Akutagawa being pretty: that panel is so so many things to me, but pretty is certainly not one of them. I feel that panel strongly!! After all, it's one of the very rare Akutagawa smiling panels, it's a panel I've studied up close in the past. And I, too, love it in a way: that panel is so many things. It's terrifying, at first look. It's creepy, unsettling, distressing. Then it honestly and unexpectedly starts feeling kind of endearing. His eyes are big and sparkling, he almost looks like a child who just arrived to the playground– a very creepy and unsettling child, but still. It makes Akutagawa look very young. It is a very scary, unsettling expression, but after looking at it for a while, one grows to understand that it's a moment of Akutagawa experiencing pure, sheer and honest happiness. which you come to realize is something he doesn't get to have very often. And his very happiness is dark and twisted, just like he is; but isn't it somehow still endearing to see him display such a genuine and honest emotion, for once? The fact that the only way for him to express it results deeply horrifying is only all the more emblematic of Akutagawa's character, of how even something as pure and uncorrupted as happiness will result terrifying on him. It ultimately makes him kind of pitiful, too, which I guess is another strong component of Akutagawa's character. (Note, I'm leaving aside considerations on Harukawa's art style, which honestly ends up resulting elegant and enjoyable to look at no matter who they're portraying.)

Like, if I had to choose one panel of Akutagawa being pretty it'd be... Well‚ the only chapter 88 panel that matters, c'mon– at the price of coming off as lame, but how else could I. Is there anything more pretty, more pure‚ more sacred than sacrifice itself? But really, that still stands in support of my case of Akutagawa not being pretty, because chapter 88 Akutagawa is the least Akutagawa he's ever been in the whole manga, if you know what I mean.

#i know for a fact i will wake up and i will read this #and i will go “what the fuck is this”#ive been writing this since 1 pm and i am tired #i just needed to get this off my chest cause i have thoughts of him #sorry for hitting you wirh all this op i just like him a normal amount #in the context of pretty being attractiveness #yeah that man is gorgeous to me but its heavily to do with the symbolism #aka i am a monsterfucker and his crimes and redflags are what makes him so beautiful to me #“his waist isnt slutty hes malnourished” consider that a malnourished waist is still a slutty waist and im holding it #i also realized when talking about him and the inconspicuous monster trope that it only has bearing in s1 #or at the beginning when we meet hi.#and it doesnt have much to do with his character more than just a perception of him #im just obsessed with how he is outside of the manga's gaze and Atsushi's gaze #seeing as he is described as treating all lives equally and then killing indiscriminately #makes me want to explore and exploit just how twisted that philosophy is when put onto a character like aku #and flesh out the side of him that justifies Atsushi's fear and hatred of him #i also did say i was pulling shit out of my ass. so.#ok ok ive said enough im gonna fuck off now #akutagawa ryuunosuke #character analysis

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regallibellbright · 2 years ago

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… You know, I kind of DO want to play the 3DS Virtual Console version of Crystal using my original name, the Pokemon I remember of my original team (but more competently than when I was eight by virtue of… not being eight,) and finally be able to transfer *A* version of my original Pokemon up into Bank and from there Home before it shuts down. I’ve never confirmed to myself that the originals are lost on a dead internal battery on the GBC cartridge, but there is realistically no way whatsoever a game cartridge from 2001 still has a working one and I was in no way tech-savvy enough to do the elaborate workarounds to change those batteries when I realized they needed it and I was, like, twelve OR perform the elaborate hack someone figured out a few years back to somehow transfer Gen I/II Pokemon into Bank. I’ve made peace with their loss. I rarely use my past teams once I’m done with their games, but I appreciate knowing I still have my old Pokemon and can put them in Amie or picnic to play with them whenever. Recreating my originals on an emulation of their original game would be nice.

The problem is, this would require some fairly significant savescumming, because one of the Pokemon I had? Was a shiny Smoochum from the Dizzy Punch egg, which significantly raises your odds of shinies but does not have a set species. THAT’S the one I’ve really never gotten over, especially since I have perennially garbage shiny luck everywhere but Go. (My only other wild shiny encounter up until Sun/Moon was a Wooper in Platinum… in the Safari Zone, who fled. Then a Pineco in either Moon or Ultra, and I think a Mankey in Let’s Go Eevee who finally broke the streak of me getting unscripted shinies LITERALLY once a decade.) If I had the patience for shiny grinding via eggs, Smoochum’s my top priority. (And obviously a shiny from another species with the Dizzy Punch egg would make me cackle and maybe sob as I had to decide between resetting a shiny from a species I like out of existence or fully restarting the playthrough, but it would not be what I’m looking for.)

It took me like, at LEAST a year or two to realize she was shiny, is the hilarious part. Smoochum in the anime were pinker than the Crystal sprite and you don’t really encounter other Smoochum in that game so it took me WELL AFTER BEATING THE GAME, GYARADOS AND ALL, I’m pretty sure AFTER Gen III was out, maybe after FRLG even, to go “wait… do I have a shiny?” Yes you do, tiny not-yet-Regalli. Yes you do. And it will be your white whale ever after.

#pokemon #long post #the idea holds not-insignificant appeal #I’m on an uncertain but ticking deadline to be sure but.#then once I was done I��d be able to transfer THAT team which would be… at least semi-balanced #and also overleveled if not fully evolved over to Ultra Moon so I could finally beat Rainbow Rocket #(my Ultra team have too many common weaknesses and Faba hits all of them sadly)#(I keep meaning to use X’s team or something for it but never do. maybe the Crystal ones would be the kick I need.)#(from there finishing the living Alola Dex is by now not so bad so.#hm. food for thought.)

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amor-immortalem · 3 years ago

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Replaced

Genre: Heavy Angst, Angst with a somewhat happy ending.

Warning: The following piece is my take on the replaced! au with Arella. Dark themes lie ahead. If you are triggered by feelings of abandonment, suicidal ideation, or outright suicide, this mini fic is not safe for you to read. Please continue at your own discretion.

A/N: I did it guys! I actually managed to break myself with this mini fic by digging into my own abandonment issues. It was fun- cathartic almost. Please enjoy! Also, spoilers for the lesson 16 incident.

What does it feel like to be replaced? If you were to ask Arella, she’d say it felt bitter and painful. Like someone was holding a white-hot branding iron to her stomach and pushing it in to the point it ate through all the layers of her skin and was now searing through her stomach or like someone was rubbing salt into a open, festering wound.

When Diavolo had announced to the other student council officers that a new exchange student would be joining their ranks, Arella was excited- especially when she found out the new student was a female- there was only so much Arella could talk about in a house full of men and one genderless individual that they would understand, all of them having been assigned male at birth and whatnot. So, another woman among their ranks would be a breath of fresh air for her. And it was for a time being- until the brothers had taken favor to this new human.

It started within months of this new exchange student arriving. One by one, her favorite demons started hanging around her more often. It wasn't like Arella could be mad at them. This human was novel and oh so different from Arella. She was everything Arella was not, from her blonde hair to her well-developed body- even her height, which matched closer to the brothers. She was everything human world media told a girl she should be. She even looked like she fit in with them- having taken to the Devildom like a duck to water even without being able to use magic.

Arella wants to be angry with this girl, but she can’t. This girl, named Melissa, was so sweet it was almost enough to make Arella sick. She was smart, innocent, and -above all else- selfless. It was apparent the boys adored her immediately. One by one, Arella was losing them to the charms of this new girl. The first to go was Satan, clearly smitten by her love of books and knowledge of obscure but very talented authors. The second to go was Asmo, often taking her out to clubs or on long shopping trips that often lasted well past curfew. And just like that the other brothers started to follow suit. Game nights between her and Levi? Gone. Drawing up budgets with Lucifer? Not anymore. Going out with Beel to cafes? Not in her wildest dreams. Naptimes up in the attic with Belphie? Hah! Fat chance. The last and most painful to pull away was Mammon- her first man. The one who swore he would always be there for her when she needed him. And oh how she needed him.

Just like when Arella had first come to the Devildom, Mammon was given the task of watching over Melissa by Lucifer. At first Arella tried to justify it as Lucifer worrying about the girl’s safety as even though his brothers had gotten better at controlling themselves, they still had their moments.

As time went on however, she started to notice the little things. Missed movie nights between them, date nights often forgotten about in favor of showing Melissa his favorite spots around the city, the loss of any physical intimacy. Soon, he stopped seeing her all together. Things that she and Mammon did together were now reserved for Melissa: casino trips, movie nights, pranks on Lucifer that would have the eldest chasing after them, running around the city until it was nearly what could considered to be the Devildom’s equivalent of dawn. She knew he was completely gone when she walked down to the dining room for supper one evening and overheard them just casually flirting. Mammon didn’t even make any attempts to dissuade Melissa’s advances. He remembered he actually had a girlfriend, right? Right?!

Or were they even a thing anymore? It had been months since they’d spent any substantial time together outside of classes and even then, he’d moved seats to sit closer to the new human. He’d either ignore her texts or straight up just ghost her altogether. As she listened to them, she had to push down the possessive tendencies that tried to force their way out of her. She pushed them back down into the flimsily locked box they had always been contained in and burying them down in the deepest parts of her mind, forcing herself to accept that she was no longer wanted- no longer loved by the family she thought she’d found. She returned to her room for the rest of the night and for the first time since the initial weeks after arriving here on her first visit, cried herself to sleep.

The next time she interacted with any of the Avatars, it was Lucifer ordering her off to school telling her that she had better not be late and tarnish the good name Lord Diavolo and the exchange programme. Arella only nodded and promptly left the house, not even bothering to finish her morning cup of tea. The walk to school was lonely, Mammon had left earlier with Melissa and it was then, with a broken heart, Arella decided she would leave them all to their new toy. They wouldn’t bother her. They didn’t need her. At least she had Solomon and the angels, didn’t she? No, it didn’t seem to be the case either judging by the mass of unanswered texts.

As she entered class, Arella took her usual seat only hoping Mammon would choose to sit with her for once, would just choose her for once in general. But it wasn’t meant to be. Of course, it wouldn’t. Why would he bother to choose her when there was someone who was much better for him than her? Someone who wasn’t selfish or possessive or... or... worthless... She subtilty looked over her shoulder to watch as they cracked jokes and laughed together and she felt tears pool in her eyes- heart aching at the thought that she would never have that again and the sweet memories she’d made with the demon. The spot she once saved for him was now taken by another demon.

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Two months more of this- it had been eleven since Melissa joined them. None of the brothers even looked Arella’s way anymore- often forgetting she lived in the house with them in the first place. When she tried to reach out to any of them it was Melissa needs this or Melissa and I are doing this, so she just stopped. She stopped eating, stopped taking care of herself save for basic hygiene needs. No one came to check on her. There were no texts, no calls, nothing. They’d gotten all they wanted out of her and now she was like a cast aside doll. She thought about reaching out to any of them but decided against it. They were demons and she was just an insignificant human. It's not like they actually cared and Arella was a fool for allowing herself to entertain the thought.

She should just go home. But where was home? The human world held nothing for her to return to. Sure, she had that degree in biochemical engineering to fall back on but after having a taste of true happiness, would she even enjoy a life doing that? Maybe she could just go back to her original plan. The plan she had made when she first signed on to the exchange programme. 23 years was certainly long enough to experience everything life had to offer, right? She always did tell herself if the year on the exchange programme didn’t work out, she’d end it all. The idea was sounding more and more appealing by the minute.

With her mind made up, Arella swung her legs over the side of the bed. A smile was painted on her face. Her cheeks stained with tears; emerald-green eyes bleary from all the crying she’d done over the past two months. No one would miss her. They left her- abandoned for the better human like she was an unwanted pet. What did she expect though? No one ever stayed. No one ever cared. No one ever loved her enough to begin with. She was always thrown away like the trash she was after her purpose was fulfilled.

With what little strength she could muster, Arella stood as she uttered a spell and a portal opened. She gladly stepped through it, finding herself in her childhood home as it closed- a place filled with nothing but suffering and pain for her. What a fitting place for her own painful end.

“Hello, Mum, Myles... I’m... home... Isn’t it lovely... that you were right after all? I’ll be with you... soon...”

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Missing his call on her D.D.D. was the first thing that Mammon noticed. He knew he hadn’t been the best boyfriend ever since the new human arrived and the demon felt guilty for that. He’d put so much energy into helping Melissa get a date with his younger brother that he hadn’t realized how much time had actually passed- how it had been almost a year since he’d done literally anything with his girlfriend. She was probably pissed at him and rightfully so. Now that he had actually looked at his calendar, there had been so many planned dates and movie nights he had missed with her and all he wanted to do was make it up to her somehow. She probably thought he didn’t want her anymore which couldn’t have been further from the truth. He missed her- missed hanging out with her, missed the dumb jokes they would crack and the laughter that followed, missed the pranks they would play on Lucifer that often ended up with them strung up from the ceiling together. He missed the late-night cuddles and having her tucked up under his arm at night as he held her close. The bed they had once shared was considerably colder now that she was no longer there.

Mammon made his way down to her room. That was the only place she could be. Arella never left her room anymore. She always left for school earlier than anyone else too, choosing to skip breakfast outright, so Mammon couldn’t even catch her to talk then. He thought about reclaiming his seat next to his human but every morning he found her chatting up another demon that had taken his old seat. He often felt his possessiveness spike most during those times but did he even have the right to feel that way after neglecting her for the past eleven months?

As he drew closer to her room, he could see Beel knocking at her door, asking if she’d like to go visit that new café she had mentioned a couple weeks ago. When there was no answer, the Avatar of Gluttony would frown, unsure if she was just asleep or just actively ignoring him. That was the second sign something was wrong. No matter what happened, at the end of the day, Arella was always happy to entertain their whims.

“She’s not answerin’ ya, is she?” The second-born asks as the sixth-born shakes his head, looking like an abandoned puppy on the side of the road. “I’ll go in ‘n see if she’s awake. I have to talk to ‘er anyway.”

Beelzebub nodded as he left back to the kitchen- likely to eat his hurt feelings away. None of them really had the right to feel this way after they’d just ghosted their favorite human though. As he opened the door, Mammon stopped dead in his tracks. She wasn’t there, her phone lay on the bed lit up with missed texts from Asmo and Levi.

Immediately, he took off for Lucifer’s study. If anyone would know her whereabouts it would be Lucifer, right? The family patriarch had the uncanny ability to know exactly where every resident of the House of Lamentation was at any given time so long as they were still in the Devildom.

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After considering her options, Arella was left indecisive. There were a number of ways she could end her own life. She wouldn’t lie, before the exchange programme she would fantasize about the many ways she could kill herself. Would it be by hanging like she found Myles? Or perhaps she could slit her wrists like her beloved mother. If the car in the garage still worked, carbon monoxide poisoning was a valid option too. There were sleeping pills up in the medicine cabinet- a large handful of those would definitely do the trick... Ah choices, choices. As she smiled to herself, the human wondered if any of the brothers had noticed she wasn’t in the house anymore. The chances were unlikely as they were all too busy with their new human but if they had, who was it?

Would it be Asmo, Levi, Belphegor? Surely, it wouldn’t have been Mammon. He’d long since moved on, probably enjoying the start of a new relationship with Melissa. It hurt that he couldn’t have been bothered to even break up with Arella in the first place. What happened to forever? Had it all been the honeyed words of a liar?

She shook her head. It was best not to think too much on it but she still couldn’t help it. Once she was gone- once their pact faded away- would he regret this? Would he regret losing the person who loved him so unconditionally that it was almost embarrassing?

With her mind made up, Arella grabbed a knife from one of the drawers in the kitchen and carried herself up to the master bedroom where she had found her mother four years prior. As she lie on the bed, she pressed the knife to her wrist deep enough to cause substantial bleeding. She drags the blade up her arm, watching as the crimson liquid gushed from the from the wound. She thinks it’s beautiful- a fitting end for a vile creature such as herself.

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“Lucifer!”

“What, Mammon?” The eldest didn’t even bother to look up from the ever-growing stack of paperwork on his desk.

“Did Arella have plans tonight?” The Avatar of Greed asks as his brother finally looks up at him.

“Not that I’m aware of, but I also haven’t seen her all day. As her mate, you should know, shouldn’t you? As far as I’m aware, Arella hasn’t left the house and is still in her room probably practicing her mag-”

In that moment, both demons felt a sharp pain shoot up their arm as if someone had taken a knife and was drawing a line up the inside of their arm. The same pain was radiating from the places where their pact marks were located. Mammon clutched at his chest as he fell to his knees, the symbol representing his girlfriend radiating with pain that reached down to his heart. If the screams of the others were anything to go by, they felt the same thing.

“She’s not in her room!” The white-hair demon manages to gasp out. What scares him most is that he can feel their pact fading away.

Lucifer’s heart leapt up in his throat as the realization hit him. It wasn’t her practicing magic that he had sensed earlier, it was her casting a spell. She opened a portal to the human world and had gone through. He now realizes the mistake they’ve made as he remembers back to the confession she had made to him over a year ago one night when neither of them could sleep and opted for a late-night cup of tea. She had told him that he and his brothers had saved her life that first year during the exchange programme. That if things hadn’t worked out so well, she had planned to take her own life. Back then, he thought nothing much of it since the problem had resolved itself. But with how they had essentially pushed her aside in favor of Melissa, she would have felt unwanted bringing the suicidal thoughts back full force. They had to get to her and fast before it was too late.

Always fast on his feet the eldest, opens a portal of his own, knowing of only one place she would go to take her own life. Both brothers would hop through, landing in the dusty house with a thud. The smell hit them faster than either of them could process it. Blood. And a lot of it at that.

Mammon was the first to scramble for the stairs while Lucifer made a break for the phone, having forgotten his D.D.D. on his desk in the rush to get through the portal. The second-born knows the layout of Arella's house too well, having been here with her multiple times before this. Back in better times when she knew just how much he loved her. As the smell of fresh blood grows stronger, he finds her resting on the bed, a smile on her face as the knife lay between her body and the arm that was still slowly losing blood.

Faster than a flash of lightning, the demon tore his belt off and was on the bed immediately. He took her arm, fastening his belt around the upper part in a tourniquet to stop the blood flow. He shook her frantically, tears spilling down his face freely.

“Arella! Arella! C'mon, baby, wake up! Please!” His voice came out in a scream and he could only vaguely hear his brother speaking on the phone with emergency services. “We’re sorry! Don’t leave us! Don’t leave me!”

With every passing second, Mammon could feel her life slipping away through the pact that was still searing his heart. This was the price of his actions- of all their actions. Her blood was on his hands, literally. He should have done more. He should have been there. He could have called or texted or even just picked up the damn phone when she had called him, but instead just like the blood that had slipped from her arm, the Avatar of Greed let her slip through his fingers. She was gone and there was no bringing his human back this time like they had when Belphie threw her body down the stairs after he’d strangle her to death. He and his brothers had spent all that time protecting her from other demons but they couldn’t protect her from themselves.

Once the EMT’s got there, the demon stepped back from the blood-soaked bed in a state of shock- a state of disbelief. There was nothing they could do for her now. She had no pulse, no signs of life. He dropped to his knees unable to believe that his human was truly gone. His throat felt tight as more tears came. He was only just able to register the feeling of the Avatar of Pride’s embrace as they cried together- something they hadn’t done since the fall, since Lilith passed.

The two demons were informed that the coroner would arrive to collect her body shortly as they left the room. Slowly they got up, Mammon taking her body in his arms as he fought back the urge to sob. The pair returned to the House of Lamentation with Arella’s body in tow, cradled carefully in her mate’s arms. As they stepped through, they were met by their brothers and Melissa. Even the Angels, Solomon, and the Royals were there waiting.

“She’s gone,” The eldest’s voice cracked as a pained grimace formed on his face, more tears slipping down his face. Mammon couldn’t even lift his head to look them in the eyes as the crying, wailing, sobbing started.

“We didn’t deserve ‘er.” The second-born chokes on his tears, feeling utterly broken inside. “We did this to ‘er. All... All seven of us did this... She reached out to alla us ‘n we ignored ‘er.” He’s the angriest with himself.

The prince and his butler only watch on, tears in their eyes. Diavolo remembers all the good times they’ve had with Arella. The way she made the lives of the Avatars better, the fun she brought to the student council meetings, the beautiful light she’d brought to the Devildom. She’d made such an impact on the lives of all of these demons and angels. As selfish as it was, Diavolo didn’t want to let any of that go.

“Bring her back, Barbatos.” He orders and his loyal servant steps forward.

“Place her on the ground, Mammon.” Barbatos says calmly, almost as if he’s done this a thousand times and for some reason the Avatar of Greed obeys the order.

Once she’s on the ground, the green-haired demon pulls open her mouth and takes Mammon’s hand in his, producing a dagger and slicing the white-haired demon’s palm tipping it to side and allows the blood to drop into Arella’s mouth. As the crimson liquid flows down her throat, the effect is immediate- Arella's body convulsing violently before she gasps for breath as the gash along the inside of her arm heals.

Everyone- demons, angels, and humans alike- stare wide-eyed at the scene. Lucifer looks up to his longtime friend in disbelief. He had just...

“Let this teach you all a very painful lesson. I’ve given her life as a demon, do not take this chance for granted. You will not get it again. She needs rest for now, but in a day or two, Arella will reawaken.” The prince’s voice is stern as he peers down at the former human who would now become a very powerful demon. “Treat her right this time.”

It’s with that that Diavolo and Barbatos take their leave. The rest was up to the brothers now to care for her and right the wrongs they’ve made.

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The Bad Ending

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#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me! shall we date?#obey me angst #mammon angst #replaced!mc au

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dark-frosted-heart · 3 years ago

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Bunny Stealing event bonus story: Licht vs Keith

I was laughing too much with this story.

MC's received a ticket for "all-you-can eat sweets" from a bakery. She's been wanting to go to this bakery for a while, but...the fine print says that it's valid for two people. Just then, Licht and Keith approach her, having just finished training. Seeing the troubled look on her face, they ask what's wrong. Maybe they can solve the issue together. MC's grateful for that, but her issue isn't that dire. However, she can't tell them that since they're so earnest. She shows them the ticket and they read the fine print. Cue silence. MC apologizes for her insignificant problem.

It's indeed a small issue, says Licht. But it's also something that they can help her with immediately. The two tell her not to worry. MC's glad that the two came across her because maybe she doesn't have a problem to worry over. As MC's starting to explain that the ticket says up to 2, she can still go by herself, Keith cuts her off by saying that she can't. And then quickly corrects himself. It'd be more fun to go with another person rather than alone. Keith has a point, plus you'd get more value with 2 people. But who to go with... Keith and Licht both volunteer at the same time.

LOOK AT THEM

MC's amazed by how in-sync they are and then remembers that they both have a sweet tooth. Remembering the amount of sweets they'd eat at a tea party, she hands her ticket to them. The two can go together. Licht asks why she'd give them the ticket. Keith continues by saying that she's the one that will be using the ticket. With them shooting down her suggestion, MC has a new problem now. She'll now have to choose between the two. Licht interrupts her thoughts. Since the bakery's a place she's never been to before, she should go with someone who knows the way AKA him. He can also tell her about all the other good bakeries. Keith raises his hand. Now it's his turn to appeal to her. He offers telling her about popular Jadean books as they enjoys sweets together. One's appealing to her stomach while the other's appealing to her heart. MC wishes that someone else could make the decision for her. And then comes up with another idea. She's going to leave the decision to a game of luck. They'll rock-paper-scissor over it. Why do they look so serious. THEY FREAKIN TIED 10 TIMES IN A ROW.

They keep playing and MC just walks over to them, placing a hand over each of theirs to stop them. The two really should just go with each other. The ticket would be a thanks for the things the two have done for her in the past. HOWEVER. Before she can tell any of that, she gets shot down AGAIN. Licht says MC's under the impression that they want to go to the bakery. Keith follows up; they wouldn't be trying so hard if she wasn't in the picture. Neither want to give her up. MC can't believe this.

In the end, she goes with the both of them without using the ticket. As MC's deciding what to eat next, Keith offers her a slice of cake. And then asks if she'd like another after she comments on how good it is. Licht then turns her attention away from Keith by wiping cream off her face. He then offers her some cute animal-shaped cookies that he had ordered. The two watch her enjoy her sweets. She reminds them of a small animal with how cute she looks when she eats. The two then start talking about other cute traits MC has. She feels super embarrassed hearing this conversation. The two notice how she's turned red, and she tries to hide behind her teacup.

On the carriage ride back to the castle, MC's fallen into a sweets food coma. The two princes watch. Licht then tells Keith that he was surprised when the Jadean prince didn't hold back when it came to MC. She's always talking to him, so he wanted to help her out when she was in trouble. Actually no, maybe he wanted to get to know her better. Keith could say the same for Licht. He was also unwilling to give up on MC. Licht's the same as Keith...maybe. He's not too sure. Suddenly, the carriage jerks and MC almost falls forward from her seat, but the two catch her and place her back in her seat. She just sleeps on. The two continue to watch her with a soft look in their eyes while continuing their talk from earlier.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri jp #ikepri spoilers #ikepri summary

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azalea-mcyt · 3 years ago

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Kinktober 2021

Welcome to my first ever Kinktober!

Below, you will see the list and a small description of the content of the story. Some days may be more appealing than others, so some you'll just have to wait for ;)

Day 1: Knifeplay

Dream loves to heat things up in the bedroom. So when he brings out a knife during the affair, there's only one answer you can give.

Day 2: Human furniture

When Karl leans more towards his dominant side, he likes to pretend you're not there. But that's the worst thing he can do when you're aching for more.

Day 3: Orgasm denial

You're so close that you can feel it. Too bad that Punz won't let you tip over the edge just yet.

Day 4: Leather/Latex

It was Sam that came up with the idea of you wearing a latex bodysuit. Little did he know that he'd just started something he can't stop.

Day 5: Double penetration

You're having sex with Dream when you spot a third party spying on you. Both of you invite him in, only to realise that you're in the hands of two doms.

Day 6: Sensory deprivation

The idea of being blindfolded, tied up or covering up your ears has always turned you on. So what if George does all three in one sitting?

Day 7: Breeding

Sapnap is absolutely in love with the idea of you carrying his child. So when you agree to try for a baby with him, he doesn't hold back the kink any longer.

Day 8: Menophilia

Period cramps really suck, but when Sam reads up online that soft sex can help, you decide to give it a go.

Day 9: Pegging

It started as a joke for you- peg Karl to see his reaction. What you don't expect is his reaction to your little joke...

Day 10: Somnophilia

Sam wakes up horny in the middle of the night, and sees you fast asleep next to him. The next thing he knows, he's on top of you whilst you catch your forty winks.

Day 11: Temperature play

Popping an ice cube in his mouth, George runs it down your body. You shiver in delight, not understanding how this can feel so good.

Day 12: Dacryphilia

Between Punz's rough pace and your upcoming orgasm, tears start to build up in your eyes. It turns your partner on more, though.

Day 13: Spanking

Dream thinks you've been a naughty girl and that you need a punishment to put you in your place. He'll go until it stings, and then some.

Day 14: Collaring

You can't help but put the collar on that George got you; all day, you sit by his side while he edits videos. Your payoff comes later on in the style of getting bent over his desk.

Day 15: Prostitution

The idea of you soliciting Punz gets a lot of attention from the both of you. It really kicks in when you pretend that he's your client.

Day 16: Fucking machine

You usually kept your work and private life separate, but when Punz starts editing a video, you can't help but get horny. He decides to make you pay by using your machine on you.

Day 17: Titfucking

Sapnap has always loved your tits more than anything else. So when you introduce him to the idea of titfucking, you won't catch a break.

Day 18: Humiliation

It all started when Karl overheard you talking to your friend. Now, it's become common practise in the bedroom to humiliate each other.

Day 19: Hate sex

You and Sam were having an argument about something insignificant when you suddenly feel the urge to kiss him. What happens next is very unexpected...

Day 20: Creampie

You've been on birth control since you started dating Sapnap. Now that the device has been given long enough to work, you both decide to try things without a condom for the first time.

Day 21: Exhibitionism/Voyeurism

You always knew that Punz loved you, and he was now ready to show that to the whole world. You both find a secluded spot in the woods to try it outside.

Day 22: Formal wear

Dream had just got home from the photoshoot for his new song, so he was still in his suit. You knew what you had to do next.

Day 23: Shower sex

Whenever George knew you were taking a shower, he gave you some space. But today was not like the other days- today was the day you never thought would come.

Day 24: Masturbation

You loved taking time to yourself whenever Karl wasn't in. However, what do you do when he walks in on you doing it?

Day 25: Bondage

Spicing things up with Sapnap was one of your favourite things to do. Especially when he brings out some handcuffs and ropes.

Day 26: Stripping

George had been working so hard recently, so you thought it was time to give him a show. A show that he won't forget...

Day 27: Role reversal

When it came to the bedroom, Karl usually assumed the position of dom. Today, you switched it around, so he could get a taste of what he gave you.

Day 28: Lingerie

Punz loves buying you new lingerie for your anniversaries. This year, he's gone for a set that is more risqué than the others.

Day 29: Praise kink

One of your favourite things about Sam is the fact that he's a gentle giant. And that he likes to tell you when you're doing a good job.

Day 30: Sex toys

Dream knew that the sex toys he used on you weren't the same as the real thing. He's such a tease sometimes...

Day 31: ???

It's a surprise... ;)

#mcyt smut #dsmp smut #dream x y/n #georgenotfound x y/n #sapnap x y/n #karl jacobs x y/n #punz x y/n #awesamdude x y/n #kinktober

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yinses · 4 years ago

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he reminds your ex who you belong to

gojo satoru ft. f! reader + exhibition ( technically phone sex ¿) + some hair pulling + unprotected sex wc: 2.3k

a/n: trying to get better with my tagging. i realize the community has it’s own sensitivities and i often fall short on that thought. i still owe some prompts and a few other asks but this has been siting in my drafts for a few weeks and i finally finished it up.

it never fails to come as an interruption in your life, the shrill call of your phone blaring at inopportune times. each one conveniently impeding on time with gojo.

your boyfriend of four months would give you that tight smile, blue eyes swimming with annoyance, but never concern. because not once did you pick up the call, always reaching out blindly to silence it without even acknowledging the accompanying messages.

the number changes, but you learned not to accept any call from one you didn’t recognize. important communications were typically followed by voicemail and that was how you dealt with that. but the duration was becoming more tedious than either of you imagined, reaching above the white noise decibel it had been reduced to.

“maybe i should just change my number, “ you suggest forlornly. it would ensure that he had no way to contact you freely, but it would also force you to reestablish connections with all your friends and family. it seemed like an extreme measure but when push came to shove.

only a few moments pass before the phone picks up again, hammering down the final nail in your resolve.

“i think you should answer.”

gojo’s unexpected intervention comes from the edge of the bed where he flips the said phone carefully from one palm to the next. his fingers brush past the two blinking options just short of selecting.

you shift from foot to foot, not sure how to accept that response. gojo was as irritated as you were but you didn’t expect him to cave first.

frowning, you shake your head. “i’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”

“why not?” his gaze sweeps over your face, somewhat amused by your discomfort. there is a swirl of mischief alight in those bright blue eyes. “apparently he needs a little more than a simple no.”

he holds out the device, voice taunting but firm.

“if you don’t answer you’ll miss the call.”

as if there wouldn't be a dozen more to follow.

your mouth feels dry, hand heavy with the weight of decision. it wasn’t as though you couldn't deal with the situation, so much as if you were prepared to. ignoring had been the more appealing option over confrontation but perhaps it had been your hesitation that had been the problem all along. ultimately your thumb taps to accept the call.

“hello?”

‘baby, i’ve been trying to reach you for ages.’

the bed creaks but you’re too focused breathing evenly to notice. you weren’t familiar with the etiquette of many break ups, which was why this one was the hardest. it had been a long love that had followed you into the early years of adulthood before spark began to fizzle out.

“i just answered to tell you to stop calling. i’ve already blocked your number once.”

the attempt to revive the romance before it all fell apart had been one-sided. he’d been quicker to discover other fish in the sea before you had. it seemed as though in your patience, you’d found something better while he spent his time chasing minnows without satisfaction.

‘yes, but you didn’t give me the chance to explain. we don’t have to be over.’

you should have seen it coming.

your shoulders tense at the press of his lips at your neck. gojo had a propensity for creating opportunities out of every little divot in life. he lived the role of a jester but held the mind of a genius. gojo had been kind in biting his lip to bare down on the jealousy simmering down beneath.

he gives you a brief grace period as his slender fingers tap the mute button then his lips return to your ear. “if you want this, get onto the bed and place the phone above your head with the speaker on.”

an immediate protest flies to your lips but doesn’t quite make it to fruition. what he’s suggestion goes beyond sexual barriers you’d set up thus far. gojo had a knack for pushing them and helping you discover new fantasies and hidden pleasures.

at the first hint of a pout against your throat, you cave.

so weak for him.

your ex seems none the wiser to the hitch in your voice as you press one knee to the bed, then the other before carefully rolling onto your back. swallowing the waning confidence before it leaks from your body, you seal the deal by placing the phone just above your head after activating the speaker.

“good girl.” the words come whispered for your benefit as gojo crawls onto the bed. as if his intentions weren’t already clear enough, the prominent hardness in his pants as he slots between your legs is. you can’t help but grow dizzy at the thought of your premeditated actions, all while your thighs tighten around his form.

his hands warm the shivers from your sides as he slides up your shirt and kisses down your navel. gojo delivers a sharp nip just before muttering a brisk,” unmute.” in reminder.

the command comes just in time for your expected response though you’re no more prepared to deliver when gojo unbuttons your pants and works them over your hips.

‘maybe if we could just meet somewhere?’

the sincerity coupled with your actions makes it all feel more one-sided with you playing the role of the villain. he’d been an ass, yes, but surely he didn’t deserve this.

right?

“it doesn’t matter, were-mmph.” no part of you expected gojo to play this fairly. you choke on the response when his tongue licks a firm swipe against the fabric of your panties.

‘what does not matter? speak to me. lets talk this out.”

funny how he chose now of all times to acknowledge the issues you had and attempted to resolve in the past.

gojo words feel condescending as he mimics what’s heard against your cunt. there was no doubt in your mind that he’d completely written off your ex from the beginning. the same confidence from your first date dripped from his touch as he worked down the fabric from your hips.

not once did he promise to watch his volume as he sloppily wets his fingers. he’s is ruthless as he plunged in two in on the first thrust, palm curling up to rub friction against your clit. any other time you would have revealed in his ability to make you come apart so easily, now you were more embarrassed by how much easier you felt.

‘is this a bad time? you seem distracted.’

every time was a bad time. that was the point.

gojo’s tongue wet the inside of your thigh, “don’t let him hang up. you want this to be his last call, remember.”

at this rate he was going to make this your last waking moment.

somewhere between a squeak and a whimper, you managed to form words against the friction of gojo’s touch sliding in and out. “no, let’s just-i- yeah, no, we should talk it out now. i’m tired of going back and forth.”

the line pauses briefly. and you almost hope for a second he reaches clarity and saves you from the embarrassment. ‘alright then. are you really not willing to give it another shot?’

your groan of arousal is disguised by disappointment but the opposite warms gojo’s breath against your damp skin. “i didn’t realize you were dating such an idiot. how can he be so dense.” his lips smack, shiny with your stimulation.” you must just really have a thing for pretty faces, willing to look past so much.”

you were willing to look past his deviousness right now, ready to let him desecrate you over the phone like this.

“you’re pretty, toru.” you try to jab but are countered with the addition of a third finger as he starts a relently pace. the sounds are so dirty, reckless suckling sounds that had to carry. gojo made sure of it as he twisted his wrist in retaliation over every shift of your hips.

“i am much prettier than they guy. much better at a lot,” he enunciates sharp smack to your thigh.

then he curls just right and you turn for face into the phone and keen.

‘seriously what is going on you sound- strained.’

gojo’s chuckle vibrates within you. “poor guys don't even know what you sound like on the verge of an orgasm.”

your voice is impossibly hoarse and not very convincing as you choke out,” i’m fine. n-no look … i only answered because i wanted us to-fuck-no sorry.” gojo wasn’t making this easy. “- wanted us to reach some closure and move on.”

gojo pulls out just short of your building orgasm and you gasp breathy at the loss.

‘we were together for two years. surely that amounts to more than just moving on.’

it did. way back when the unexpected break up had torn your hearts to shreds. the misunderstanding and lost connections had eaten you out from the inside. left you failing in the unknowns of what you did wrong and why he wanted to slow down your progress.

now it all seems insignificant in comparison the sight of your current boyfriend slowly fisting his cock.

‘you wanted to use the break to decide if you were ready for a future together and i think we both realized that we weren't-”

gojo had chosen the right moment to intervene in your life and the moment at the head of his cock pushes through the first ring. he follows through in one motion, filling you to hilt as his hand reaches up to fist the short of your hair.

‘baby, no one knows you like i do.’

the sharp sting of his fist clenching as he hips rock back is the last warning you get before he slams back in. there was more to the familiar precision as he ruts into you. gojo was the better man, but even he felt short to the green-eyed-monster.

he was relentless with his pace, fucking into you harder with each new whimper you give up. your consciousness is a fleeting cloud, wafting high out of your reach as your mouth opens up to sharp cries.

‘are you working out right now? your words sound broken.’

gojo’s hand presses into the curve of your back as he leaves over you. “fuck, you should just tell him. get this over with. let him know that you belong to someone else now. someone who is currently fucking you better than he ever could.”

your protests mirror your resolve and you can already feel your lips forming those exact words before you catch yourself. “i-i cant.” that was too much, right?

gojo didn’t seem to think so. he suddenly pulled out just enough to turn you over, hand still holding your hair hostage as he pushed your face into the mattress effectively ruining your ability to speak properly.

“tell him, or i will. and i’ll add in every dirty little thing we’ve done leading up to this moment. you don’t belong to him anymore and he should know it. properly.”

‘hey, should i just come over?’ comes that voice again, a constant glutton for punishment.

“no!” you cry out. “i-we can’t- i’m.”

gojo decides to help you out. no longer willing to be a spectator as if he could be called such. “fuck, baby. make those pretty noises for me.”

‘is that someone else? are you with someone right now.’

gojo snatches up the opportunity, hand curling around the phone to place it against the tacky sweat accumulating against the skin between your shoulder blades. you can feel it teetering with each jerk of your body.

“yeah, she is. apparently she needs help getting her point across. if she wants to contact you she will do so on her terms. “ he huffs peevishly,“ until then fuck off or you can listen to me fuck her doesn’t matter to me.”

his commanding tone shouldn’t sound so hot. you can’t help but moan as he hits that spot just right.

a high pitched ‘what the fuck’ grates unpleasantly against the mood you’re so desperate to build to its peak.

“i take it back, hearing you screech is going to make me go soft. don’t call again.”

‘wait don’t-’ his protest comes a moment too late for gojo’s waning patient as he abruptly cuts off the call and flings the phone somewhere above your head.

“I imagined that going much smoother in my head,” grunts as he picks up the pace.

your mouth falls open but nothing comes out. you’re unable to blink past the flood of light as you melt into the roll of his hips. there is nothing left for you to do but squeeze around him as you absorb each thrust.

“i don’t know what i was expecting thinking you could form coherent sentences when i fuck you stupid like this.” his voice is markedly softer now, still agitated but gentler in his touch as he loosens his grip. your head turns without instruction, eagerly catching his mouth in a sloppy kiss.

the tell tale tremble shudders from one end to the next as you dig your knees into the mattress and gyrate your hips. the angle rewards you with an opportunity to ride his cock straight into nirvana. gojo comes to shatter the already broken cry of release by manipulating speed and precision while you chant his name all the way over the edge.

his breath comes in short rasps as he follows you over, body drawn up taut as his orgasm washes over.

gojo’s weight is unforgiving, but thankfully brief when he collapses on top of you before rolling onto his side. he gathers you into his arms and rolls you in against his chest. his fingers chase yours and he brings them to his lips to kiss each one.

“maybe you should have just gone with your idea and changed numbers.”

somehow you find the air to laugh as your head falls back against his sweaty shoulder. he shares your humor, smile sharp with a new prospect.

“or perhaps we can try again? maybe repeated exposure will do the trick.”

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk imagine #jjk x reader #gojo sins

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0celesteisthebest0 · 3 years ago

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Creation of the Heart

Word Count: 2,277

Paring: Javier G x GN! writer! reader (no y/n)

Warnings: insecurity regarding writing, some tears, hurt/comfort?, tell me if I should add more!

Authors notes: OK I got inspo writing this because of this post that @littlemisspascal (thank you for letting me tag you. very kind of you) made and I just think the whole idea of Javi comforting you with bouts of insecurity is just so appealing to me sooo here's this really self indulgent fic! Enjoy this peeps and for those who are having a difficult time with writing, I promise to you that your work matters in some shape or form. To you and to those you share it with, keep going! I believe in you!

——-<>——<>——

Delete it. Delete all of it!

It was a constant thought that circled in your brain. After what seemed like the hundredth time you were actually going to delete the doc and throw your laptop in the water in front of you. This was becoming tedious, nothing ever sounded just like you wanted it and you were getting even more irritated by just sitting here.

It was a nice day. The breeze from the ocean in front of you cooled you from the sweltering summer heat. The spot was perfect too, it had just the perfect amount of sunlight and shade to keep you cool and your attire was something that sparked comfort too.

Even though everything was perfect, everything was just right. You couldn’t write a measly sentence. Just one measly sentence!

She laughed at the comment pertaining to

Pertaining to what? Who uses ‘pertaining’ anymore! And why does she need to laugh? ‘Laughed’ shouldn’t be used. It's too simple but what else could you use?

She giggled

No, that sounded wrong too… there were so many words in the English language yet you could only use the most simplest ones? Why couldn’t you just write? It's so easy you had detailed images and scenes to paint on the page but it seemed that when you tried to paint those things on the laptop the brush was covered in mud. Your back was aching at the position you forced yourself into. Crouched into the chair to force out creativity.

It was a horrible tactic if you were being honest with yourself but here you were forcing some creative genius to pore out of you. Your eyes were barely focusing on the blinking cursor that turned into the bane of your existence. It was like it was taunting you, telling you that even if you could write that it wasn’t going to be enough and the work would ultimately be swept away like the tides of the ocean. Pushing and pulling, ripping away any creativity you tied with the work. Any care you placed into the piece turned insignificant in your fingertips as they stayed stagnant on the keyboard.

You loved this, you loved writing but right now you wanted to set everything on fire. To delete all the works you’ve written in the past. It always felt like the same outcome and at this point all you wanted to do was give in and destroy all that you’ve created.

Who cared about the things you wrote, everything was minuscule. Your work would ultimately just be swept away. Forgotten and unimportant.

It wasn’t important, it wasn’t important it…

“Cariño, where are you? I’m free now and I know you wanted to go to the shops today but…oh” Javi stood still at the image of you hunched over crying on your laptop out of frustration from not being able to write. He slowly made his way towards you and moved your hands from the keyboard. He pressed soft kisses on your knuckles and continued to hold one of your hands. He moved one of the chairs to be able to sit next to you.

“What’s wrong mi alma, did something happen?” You shook your head and wiped away your tears with your free hand.

“It’s not important Javi…let’s go to the shops I’m ready,” he tilted your face towards him and he probably saw the tears still building in your eyes because he shook his head.

“It’s important to me, so what’s wrong?” You closed your eyes to savor the breeze the ocean blew and you turned your head towards the still open laptop that turned off from disuse.

“I-I can’t write, I want to but I just can’t and it’s driving me crazy. I want to give up, just delete everything but I-“

“Cariño! Don’t do that, that’s your passion right there don’t throw it away! Can I see it?” He was one of your number one supporters and would always ask questions about where you were headed with the characters you told him adamantly about. He was always the first one to know about plot lines and twists that you were ready to share with your audience.

But it’s been harder and harder to write and each time you post you worry about who’s reading. At times you felt like this wasn’t for yourself anymore.

It hurts having to see the work you love so much turn into sadness. You let him read bits and pieces but not the full thing out of fear that he wouldn’t see what you saw.

You hesitantly turned on the laptop again to show him the section you’ve been stuck on. He silently looked over the passage with a very serious face and raked in the words that were written under distress. You were holding yourself back from rambling about what the scene itself was about because you assumed he already knew with how frequently you talked about it.

“I love the details you put into this, it reminds me of a movie,” he grinned as he got lost in his own world for a bit. “It’s like walking into a land you wish you were a part of… Mi alma, no entiendo porque quieres parar.”

His gaze was intense on yours and the passion brewing in his eyes cemented that fact. He didn’t understand why you’d want to stop but there were thousands of reasons you could think of which all fell under the same thought.

“It’s not important,” he sighed at the continuance of this thought.

“It’s important to not only me but to you and all the people you share it with.” He continued to display the incorrect thoughts that your mind kept supplying.

“It doesn’t feel like it… I mean Javi. I don't know what’s wrong with me, I just can’t accept it. I can't accept it actually matters,” you stayed silent for a minute and he got closer to you slightly bumping your knees.

“Mira, I’m going to be selfish my dear but…I can’t let you stop. I won’t, you have a gift and you bring your own point of view and experiences into this.” He exclaimed and motioned to the computer.

“I don’t-“

“You do mi alma you do. From what I’ve seen, the passion you possess about all these works. There are so many ideas to come…if you stop it’ll be a disservice to everyone. What you offer is important to me, to the people who read your work and all the people in the future. People will be thinking about your work when you’re old and gray.” You giggle a little bit, shaking at the exclamation.

“Not when I’m old and gray,” he cupped your cheek and kissed your forehead.

“Yes, when you are old and gray people will be thinking about what you wrote. I’m serious. I think about what you write and how you talk about it all the time, especially on the bad days.” He kissed your cheek and the nerves were waning and all that was left was exhaustion. You were still frustrated about being in a stagnant stage for your writing but his words were easing your previous tension.

“My love? Do you want to stay in today, I don’t really want to go out,” you started to trace his knuckles and he hummed contently.

“Of course, anything you want,” he sat up from the seat and pulled you up with him. You stretched out from the cramped position you were in and let him lead the way back to the house.

“Are you serious about what you said…about my writing,” your thoughts were still there but if he said that genuinely and you always knew when he said things they were always from the heart. It was just a little difficult to believe as of late.

“Of course, I think about your work all the time. Savor the pieces you do show me. I just think you’re too hard on yourself,” you lightly squeeze his hand. “I’d like to read it…if you’ll let me?”

You were hesitant on replying right away because well it was vulnerable to show someone so close to you something you’ve written from the heart. Online was somewhat easier. You were fairly anonymous but… you weren’t sure.

“I- don’t want you to laugh,” he side eyed you at the comment.

“You have a brilliant mind, I would never laugh at you,” he opened the door and let you in first. “Don’t force yourself or feel that you have to but I love your ideas.”

“Okay… I appreciate that. You are too sweet for this world Javier,” you grabbed his hand once again and started to go to the movie theater room from muscle memory. He gave you a small smile at that comment and followed you to the room.

“I see that you want to watch something, what do you wanna see cariño?”

“Paddington, I haven’t watched it in a while,” his immediate reaction was giddy and you were excited to hear him ramble about one of his favorite series.

“Fantastic choice, I’ll get the movie set up! You know when we watch the first when we have to watch the second!” You hummed as he excitedly went towards the room and you walked slowly behind him. It was comforting to see him like this, he deserved nice moments to relax. You followed slowly to enjoy the amount of paraphernalia that he had in the room with posters of favorite movies, which were mostly Nick Cage movies, and lots of DVD sets that you’ve watched repeatedly.

You went off to the usual spot that you claimed was the perfect spot to watch and experience the movies. Javi came back filled with excitement and lots of blankets to wrap both of you with. He sat next to you, bringing you close and the lights in the room subsequently dimmed with the beginning of the movie. The beginning sequence was starting and all you could really focus on was the kind hearted man next to you taking in the bright light of the screen. Sometimes all the praise that he gave to you felt unworthy. Like you were only being told that because he cared for you.

But he was so genuine about his interest and when you told him your ideas that same bright light shimmered in his eyes.

How were you so lucky to get this? To receive such kindness when you believed all you’ve done was minuscule.

You reached for his touch and brought him closer to you.

“You know what Paddington would say to you mi vida?” His eyes were still transfixed on the screen where Paddington meets Mrs. Brown when he murmured the question.

You hummed, trying to focus on the little bear talking to the Brown family about his situation.

“To keep creating, you don’t have to do it now or a week from now or even a month but to not stop. That creation makes us human and sharing it is like giving a piece of your heart to the world.” Your eyes felt misty and you quickly blinked away the tears.

“I don’t think Paddington would say that specifically,” you tried to not accept the compliment but you knew that response wouldn’t work.

“Maybe not, but he helped me believe I could be a better man…he could help you find the energy to keep writing.” Maybe you’ve already found the words to describe this feeling of appreciation in your chest. You didn’t respond right away but simply kissed his forehead.

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Love in its purest form is the continuance of creation, simply put, to love is to create. To love is to enjoy the creations of others. To love is to continue.

“Cariño are you still up? I thought you were in bed,” Javier's curly hair was a mess and you beckoned him closer so you could fix his usually perfect locks.

“I had an idea, I just needed to put it down,” you tapped your fingers on the table still trying to figure out where you were gonna go with this.

“Can I see it?” You nodded at his question and he raked over the words you pieced together.

You knew there would be days where you’d feel at the very bottom of the world about the things you’d create but this was the first thing you’ve been able to write in months without wanting to destroy it.

It felt good. It felt effortless.

Were you afraid that the day of not being able to write would come again? Yes of course you were, you hated the feeling of constantly lowering yourself because you felt like your work wasn’t enough. You hated the constant arguments you’d have with yourself saying that you just needed it finished, to have it done with, that no one would want to read it or care about the intricacies you placed in your work.

It was bound to happen again but at this very moment it didn't matter. The time will come and pass and you’ll be living in bliss again.

Javi stared at you with bright eyes as he finished the bits you wrote.

“I love it, it’s beautiful I don’t know where to begin on how this completes me,” you grinned wide at him.

“I got inspired by you,” his brows shot up in surprise. “Thank you Javi.”

“This was all you cariño, thank you for continuing. I know it’s difficult but thank you for not stopping.” He rested his forehead on yours and didn’t stop the thank you’s.

“Would you want to read the full story?” You wouldn’t mind his input on the story and the smile on his face grew wider and made the lines near his eyes crinkle up in excitement.

“I’d love to.”

#Javier G #Javier G x reader #Javier g x gn! reader #the unbearable weight of massive talent #tuwomt #fanfiction #my work #oneshot #I made a thing 😌

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