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fangdokja · 28 days ago

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∘₊✧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 ✧₊∘

❝ 𝘈 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘥 & 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘦. ❞ (✦ 𝙰 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚅𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙲𝚃𝚄𝙰𝚁𝚈 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚁𝚈 𝙷𝙴𝙳𝙾𝙽𝙸𝚂𝚃𝚂 ✦)

🌙 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞: An underground sanctuary for the damned. You have entered a world of villainous love, cruel devotion, and inescapable obsession. This is where male yanderes reign supreme—where light is consumed by the abyss, and love is just another form of madness.

☕ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 ��𝐭𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞: A shadowy, candlelit café-library buried beneath the city, only whispered about in dark corners. A place where books bleed, the coffee is black as sin, and every page is laced with tragedy.

📖 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨: Jesus Christ & My Husband. They are the only reasons I’m still alive. My books, my stories, and my soul belong to them.

✦ 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝕵𝖊𝖘𝖚𝖘 & 𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖚𝖘𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉.

🕯️ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✧ Lamentations 3:1-2 ✧ “I am the man who has seen affliction by the rod of the LORD’s wrath. He has driven me away and made me walk in darkness rather than light.”

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📜 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫: ⤷ General Rules + Request Rules | Expanded Masterpost

This is fiction, not endorsement. I write twisted, disturbing, and horrific things because it's cathartic. Fluff and slice-of-life feel more surreal to me than horror ever could. If you can’t stomach the dark, turn back now.

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⟡ 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 ⟡ ⤷ Abyss Archives - Where obsession & desire intertwine. ⤷ Somniphage - RPG + erotic horror + Yandere Reverse Harem Otome

𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥. ⤷ 𝑮𝒐𝒅'𝒔 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒊��𝒕 → 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘴, 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵. ⤷ 𝑨 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 → 𝘖𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯. ⤷ 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑨𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒆 → 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢, 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴. ⤷ 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑭𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒔 → 𝘌𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳, 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥. ⤷ 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 → 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴. ⤷ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒓 → 𝘊𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘷𝘰𝘸𝘴, 𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 ⤷ 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 → 𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

✧𓆪 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙄𝙐𝙈 🖋 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 & 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𓆩✧𓆪 ⤷ 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬 → 𝘑𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘴 ��𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳. ⤷ 𝑰𝒏𝒌 & 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 → 𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. ⤷ 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑷𝒔𝒚𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 → 𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘴, 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. ⤷ 𝒁𝒆𝒓𝒐-𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑳𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚 → 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

⛧ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 ⛧ 𝐀 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐦.

╰┈➤ 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 & 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 — World Ablaze ╰┈➤ 𝐓𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 & 𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 — A Heart Devoured ╰┈➤ 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 — Whispers In The Dark ╰┈➤ 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 & 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲 — Forbidden Fruits ╰┈➤ 𝐃𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲 — Whispers In The Dark

Current Daily - Busy sched, so you get random mystery boxes.

🕯 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 🕯 ⤷ 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘗𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 – ink-spilled testaments of obsession, bound in leather & sin. ⤷ 𝘖𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘈𝘳𝘵 – 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘬, ��𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮. ⤷ 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘩𝘸𝘢 / 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢 – devotion drawn in suffering, yandere love carved into eternity.

⟡ "𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒕."

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dokjafang · 21 days ago

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∘₊✧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 ✧₊∘

☕ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐭𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞: A shadowy, candlelit café-library buried beneath the city, only whispered about in dark corners. A place where books bleed, the coffee is black as sin, and every page is laced with tragedy.

✦ 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝕵𝖊𝖘𝖚𝖘 & 𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖚𝖘𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖉.

⟡ 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 – Devil's Antagonist ⟡

📌 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭:⤷ Current Polls & Events | Request Status | About Me

📜 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫: ⤷ General Rules + Request Rules | Expanded Masterpost

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𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥. ⤷ 𝑮𝒐𝒅'𝒔 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕 → 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘴, 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵. ⤷ 𝑨 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 → 𝘖𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯. ⤷ 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑨𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒛𝒆 → 𝘠𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢, 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴. ⤷ 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑭𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒔 → 𝘌𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳, 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥. ⤷ 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 → 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴. ⤷ 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 → Sadist Husband x Masochist Wife

✧𓆪 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙄𝙐𝙈 🖋 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 & 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𓆩✧𓆪 ⤷ 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬 → 𝘑𝘦𝘴𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳. ⤷ 𝑰𝒏𝒌 & 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 → 𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. ⤷ 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑷𝒔𝒚𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚 → 𝘈𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘴, 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. ⤷ 𝒁𝒆𝒓𝒐-𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑳𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚 → 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

⛧ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 ⛧ 𝐀 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐦.

🕯 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 🕯 ⤷ 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘗𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 – ink-spilled testaments of obsession, bound in leather & sin. ⤷ 𝘖𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘈𝘳𝘵 – 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮. ⤷ 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘩𝘸𝘢 / 𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢 – devotion drawn in suffering, yandere love carved into eternity.

⟡ "𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒕."

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sandsorghum · 2 months ago

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I'm finally putting together a masterlist! It's not comprehensive but should capture the gist of the past 5+ years of this blog's writing. Right now I exclusively write for JJK, with Nanami and Higuruma as my all time favourite characters (I may make separate lists for them in the far off future heh).

For now the list below contains mainly one-shots: *Pink indicates smut

Multi-Character

Fake Dating

No Nut November analysis

Thoughts on Who'd Get to Third Base on a First Date

How JJK Guys Would React to You Asking for a Threesome

Good Cop, Bad Cop, Worst Cop JJK characters as your co-interrogators/investigators/instigators

JJK Week Day 6 What watching horror movies with Yuji, Megumi and Nobara is like

2021 Xmas Love Language Analysis Gojo | Geto | Nanami | Choso | Toji

CRACK

Cursed techniques, cursed pick up lines If they made gingerbread cookies Oh right, the global pandemic.

Higuruma Hiromi

There was Only One Bed trope musings/drabble

Midnight Mendacity An exploration and exercise in delayed gratification.

Omelette There's no need to prod his offering so suspiciously.

Nuzzler! What it says on the tin; just down bad thoughts of nuzzling Hiromi

Baby it's cold outside~ Something unusual happens while you're both stubbornly shivering on the regular cigarette break you share with him

XOXO Types of kisses he deserves in a day (indulge him, i implore you)

8:14am You give your Sisyphus some socks

Nanami Kento

2021 NanaNov Appreciation Month Written in the earliest throes of 💗 1. Ley Lines 2. Formal Fabrications 3. False Sobriety 4. Damned Sweet Time

Smoke Spires Fragments of himself and smoke spires into a night shared with you. Nanami Kento is reminded of other occupational hazards.

Sloshed Nanami would much rather be inebriated off you than all the alcohol at his insipid corporate function.

Wardrobe Your love is weathered and worn; all it takes is a little patching up. 2:37am Nanami takes you on a late night drive date.

The Collatz Conjecture [Non-sorceror College AU. On hiatus] (Nanami x Math Department Professor!Reader) There's no formula for falling in love...or is there?

A Cutting Room [Hollywood AU Concept drabble] (Screenplay writer Nanami x Starlet!Reader) He tells you he's no leading man yet you want to read between the lines.

Redundance You're too engrossed in your novel. Your husband is determined to wrest your attention (and affections) back from fictional competitors.

Lumber Lumbar [Nanami x Sports Masseuse!Reader drabble] You relieve some of his aches.

9/10 Nanami isn't going to let something as trivial as good oral hygiene get in the way of getting his morning smooches in.

Thread Count Nanami doesn't mean to inconvenience you; as sincerely and surely as he intends to hinder himself in matters of the heart.

Clouds & Curtains Perhaps Nanami's approach to...rousing you in the mornings has changed over the years.

Mise En Place [Yandere!Nanami x Reader] It was a fairy tale, wasn’t it? Or a cautionary one, as most of them turned out to be.

Geto Suguru

Tonkotsu Suguru's feelin a lil' extra frisky on your Friday date night. Well, at least one of you is concentrating on their meal...

Studies in Graphite [High School AU] You can't help being a recalcitrant doodler during remedial lessons, not with a muse so nearby. And perhaps, he's been paying attention to where your focus wanders...

Honeycomb Mornings mandate the laziest make out sessions, according to him

To Refuse Refuge [Cult Leader Geto x Non-Sorceror Reader.] A requiem on the disquiet of unrequited love.

Tsubaki Suguru doesn't dwell in or on the past. Yet, he lingers in your garden. Just this once, excavation hints at a stay of execution.

Misc

No Rematches [Gojo x Reader] Gojo goes a little too far with the teasing this time

No, Gege didn't see simply a gap in his "hot, overworked dudes" harem and just replace him [Extensive Nanami vs Higuruma meta]

#sandsorghum #higuruma hiromi #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #choso kamo #higuruma x reader #nanami x reader #higuruma x you #hiromi higuruma #nanami x you #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x reader #kento x you #geto suguru x you #geto suguru x reader #jjk meta

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leeknowsintrusivethots · 1 year ago

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A Stray Concubine

| Part 1 | Pairings: Prince!Lee Know/You, Prince!Bangchan/You, RivalNoble!Hyunjin/You? We are all about possibility here. Summary: Entering into a harem choosing was something you have been groomed for since you were young. Your aim is to make Crown Prince Christopher fall at your heels in order to restore your ruined family name and fortune, but games of love are much harder than games of lies and deceit. Content: Angst (is it me if it's not?), slow burn, smut(warnings below the cut), fictional historical universe, dark themes, second person perspective, historical-typical gender roles, imperial harem-inspired concubine system, multi-pov WC: 5119 Minors do not interact. Do not repost my content to other websites. Notes: I'm back to writing again, keyboard slappin' again. Also, I am having trouble figuring out a way to format POV shifts on tumblr that is clean but not intrusive. I am open to suggestions.

Smut Warnings: very brief/very vanilla smut, sex with a stranger, no strings, mentions/illusions of oral, smut is not between leads of the story?(idk, I think some of you might be peeved by that. We do it for the plot.)

You

Powerful was a word that most would not place on a woman.

Women were meant to be demure and delicate. They were meant to rear children and attend to household affairs as their husbands brought in income and fought in wars where there would be no true victors. It was not a woman's place to meddle in affairs of politics and governance outside of securing marriage alliances for unwanted daughters to bring extra wealth and prestige to the family name. That is simply how the world worked.

You never questioned it in your childhood. You wore the pretty, colorful silks. You learned to speak eloquently but never out of turn. You played instruments and studied embroidery and other womanly arts. You were exactly what society dictated you be: a pretty face being prepared to be sold off for the honor of your family name.

It was a single, fateful trip to the capital with your mother and father that had changed not only your perspective but the entire course of your life. Your family name was tarnished and your father was executed by the ruling Bang family for murder and treason. The only thing that had saved you and your mother was the grace of the sex you had been born with and her tears and pleas for mercy. Even as she cried and begged in front of His Majesty, the truths you had known crumbled to dust.

Your father had been a puzzle piece in a generations long game of chess where the kings and queens played with the lives of others to gain power of their own. He had been a disposable pawn, easily lost to the ages as a traitor whom there would be no songs written about. Everyone knew it, and it didn't take long for you to realize it for yourself. You, even at a young age, looked beyond your mother's pretty tears and prettier words.

You knew Princess Mai was set to wed the young lord Hwang.

The Hwangs were a powerful family - rivaling your own in terms of wealth and influence. Hwang Hyunjin was the sole heir to his family's fortunes. A marriage alliance with Princess Mai would tip the precarious balance of power to favor the Hwangs more greatly. It would have been a match that would have been detrimental to your own family's power.

You knew all of this. You also knew the vial of dark purple liquid your mother had hidden under the flowing sleeve of her gown was not nail polish as she had told you. You had watched keenly as she had slipped the liquid into Princess Mai’s goblet as you all supped with the Queen without anyone else the wiser. Your mother's poison had killed the young princess before the physicians could even get through the door. As Queen Bang had cried and screamed for the loss of her child, your mother had secretly smiled.

She had ruined the Hwang’s grab for more power and gotten rid of a Bang daughter in one fell swoop. She was the chess master, and she had outmaneuvered them all with a pretty face and a pretty smile. You don't know if she foresaw any of the consequences of her actions: the execution of her husband, the ruin of the family businesses, and the loss of your family's prestige.

Your mother had broken the mold. She had held your father under a spell with her looks alone. His station allowed him to take other wives if he chose, but he never did. He allowed her the freedom that many women would never get to taste in this lifetime, and she took it with greed and left him in a grave of her making.

“Was the power worth it, Mother?” You asked the carriage window that tottered down the street.

Through the pristine glass, the lush landscape was ruined by the image of heavily armed men on horseback. They wore the colors and heraldry of the Bangs, and they patrolled the road to the palace with keen eyes and sharp blades. Their numbers were more than usual as they surveyed the throng of carriages and ladies on horseback that made the journey in an unlikely parade.

The Selection was the only time that the Kingdom of Miroh would see such an odd assortment of women making their way to the Palace of Kings. It was a rare event, only happening when the Royal family required more women to act as concubines and maids. The needs of the Palace had nobles and commoners alike sending their daughters off for the possibilities of fame and fortune.

Serving the royals as a maid was an honor that most of the peasantry could only dream of, but even nobles would be pleased if one of their younger daughters could secure a spot in the Royal household. It would ensure that they were at least in the line of sight of the many princes, and the maid staff were compensated fairly for their time along with accommodations and food provided for them. There were certainly worse places for a woman to find herself.

You, however, were not sent by your mother with such plebeian goals.

It was not comfort you sought, nor was it the possibility of an affair with the princes. You were to aim higher. You were to become one of the women that history scorned for reaching beyond her station.

Your aim was to ensure that you became Prince Bang's Most Favored. Your mother would accept no less. She wanted the favor, the prestige and wealth that would come along with your rise. It had always been her goal, and it had been fed to you for so long that you weren't even sure how much of it was your own desire over her influence.

Did you want that level of power?

Did you even care to join the Royal family in such a fashion?

Would you ever even come to care for Prince Bang as more than a chess piece on your own board?

These were questions that you could not answer. You often thought of being a young girl again - ignorant to the world and the affairs of adults. You liked your pretty dresses. You loved running through your family's well maintained gardens with your favored hunting hound on your heels. You loved scrubbing paint off your arms and being scolded by your governess for ruining good gowns after a day of painting lessons. You were innocent then, but that was certainly no longer the case.

The frivolities of childhood had to be left behind. You were an adult, and you knew more of the world than you cared to. You knew that as a gently bred woman, you would never be more than a broodmare for a rich and powerful man unless you took charge like your mother had so many times before. The consequences could be grave; you could lose your head if you weren't careful, but great queens had never become so by following the status quo.

As you toiled with emotions far beyond your depth, the King's Gate shadowed your carriage eerily. It was an original part of the palace’s structure, built so solidly that the centuries had done minimal damage to its intricate design. It towered over the road, blocking out the sun with marbled walls inlaid with precious metals and jewels. It was meant to intimidate, and belittle. It was meant to make everyone passing in its shadows feel weak and small in comparison to the glory of the Royal Family. It opened seldomly, and only for whatever family sat the throne at the time.

Its momentous shadow lasted for what felt like an eternity as the line of carriages trudged along the walls of the palace to a more appropriate entrance for those not of royal blood. You and the other women arriving for the selection were being directed to the same gate used for supply carriages and merchants. It was yet another mind game: being delivered like fine cattle to await the murderous whims of a king. It was a way to ensure all women of the selection knew their place - but you saw things through the lens of your mother.

The Gate of Kings was the first thing all arrivals to the palace would see by design, but it would never open for them. Instead of intimidation, you saw a challenge to inflame and inspire your heart. You would enter through the Merchant's Gate, but you knew that the Gate of Kings would open for you one day. It was all a matter of what you had to do to make it happen - consequences be damned.

Prince Minho

Head held high. Feet light and delicate. Body slim and lithe. Features sharp and regal despite station. Gown loose and flowing in bright, ostentatious colors.

She could be a candidate, Lee Minho thought to himself as he watched the dancers practice.

The brightly colored fabric of her gown rode up her ankles as she moved, offering the briefest flash of a pale and delicate ankle. It was inappropriate – bordering on scandalous. Had it been even a decade prior, she might have been imprisoned for her lewdness but times were changing. It was a fact of life as set in stone as the changing of seasons: people evolved and people learned.

Minho liked that concept. He liked the ideas of society shifting and expanding. He liked the change of pace from the monotony, but what he liked even more was the prospect of those daring enough to enact that change. It took an uncommon spirit to go against the masses – to challenge the very knowledge that civilized society was built on.

As if reading his thoughts, the dancer’s eyes found his and held them. Her's were not the wide eyes of an innocent maid. They were heavily lidded, seductive in their intent.

It was another act of impudence, a daring so strong she probably would be locked in a labor camp if his father witnessed the scene. A woman so open in her sexuality was a threat to the masculinity of the insecure men around her who grasped at whatever shred of power they thought was within their reach. She would be scorned – likely punished by her closest male relative had she acted so with any other man.

Lee Minho was certainly not just any man off the streets of Miroh. He was so much more, and arguably so much worse. A Prince of Miroh could easily have her pretty head taken off for such an insignificant slight against social norms. He hated himself for even thinking about it, but he did. He hated himself even as the dance practice came to a natural end and the dancer approached him carelessly.

It was a silent exchange – not a single word passing her rouged lips as he took her slim hand in his and led her from the banquet hall. He knew what she wanted. It's what they all wanted. Motivations differed, but the methods never changed. A fun time with a Prince of one of the most powerful nations in the world. He was never one to reject the advances, never had been.

Lee Minho was many things. He was a Second Prince of Miroh. He was the son of the most powerful man in the kingdom. He was the younger brother of the Crown Prince. He was an intellectual, a graceful fencer, and the official Spare of the Bang family. These were all monikers and titles the public used to describe him, but behind closed doors they sang a different tune.

He was the shame of the Royal family. He favored arts over swordsmanship. He was an alcoholic who frequented ill reputed pubs and discussed philosophy over ale with criminal scholars. He was a rake who lived at brothels and slept with low class whores. They talked as if they knew him. They spoke as if he sat at their tables and discussed with him personally over hot tea – but they had no idea.

They knew nothing of the self hatred that coursed through his veins. They knew nothing of the helplessness he felt due to his station. They would never understand the uncontrollable guilt that never failed to find him.

He was a Prince. He held all the power in the world but that power was wrapped up and presented to him with strings attached ever since he came into the world. He could drink, he could talk and he could sleep his way through the entirety of Miroh but that was as far as his freedom extended. The second he even stepped over the invisible line of what was acceptable, everything could be taken away.

The change he wanted was within his reach – a delicate treasure that would be so easy to share. Reaching up to break it free for the rest of the world would spell the end of everything he had, but he was not brave enough. He was a coward – a coward hiding behind fancy words and under the colorful skirts of women far more courageous than he.

His frustrations often manifested in indulgence in the freedoms he was allowed. He would drink, he would dine, and he would fuck in a vain attempt to fill the deepest pits of his tarnished soul. He never wanted it. He had wanted to change it, but his own desires had twisted him. He became the very thing he feared: a powerful man taking advantage of the luxuries given to him without giving anything in return.

The dancer’s back was pressed against a thin wooden door. Her lithe legs had wrapped around him of their own accord and her hands were threading into his hair and the fabric of his shirt – pulling him deeper into a brief moment where he was not a Prince. He was a normal man without a moral compass, enjoying the pleasures of a woman's body.

There was no foreplay – no kissing or passionate words. He didn't even get her name before he was pushing her skirts up and sinking his sheathed cock into her cunt. It was not an act of love. It was the act of a desperate fool seeking to forget the world around him.

And he took. He took the brief reprieve with abandon. The door shook dangerously behind her. Her nails raked him though his shirt hard enough to leave marks. Her moans and whines intermingled with his hushed pants to fill his ears with sensual distraction as her walls squeezed him.

It was over too fast. The sounds, smells, and feelings of arousal tapering until all that was left was grim reality. Post orgasm clarity was never a good moment sober. Words failed him, and all the truths he ran from distracted him from the beautiful woman who had originally caught his eye.

“Talia,” she spoke as she adjusted her skirts.

“Excuse me?” He questioned dumbly. He had put space between them, giving himself a moment of reprieve and allowing her a moment to collect herself.

“My name: Talia,” she repeated.

“You're telling me now?” He asked in mild amusement.

“Figured you might want to know who just made you cum,” she shrugged nonchalantly.

“Is that any way for a lady to speak?” he asked at her audacity. It was brazen and crass, but he was far from mad about it. Her words had his cock twitching in his pants again.

“M’no Lady. You know as well as me that I'm not gentleborn.”

��Since we're being so frank, relieve me of my curiosity,” he said as he propped himself against an abandoned and dusty desk against the wall opposite of her. He regarded her levelly, but with the easy charisma that he was often praised for.

“Anything for Second Prince Bang,” she mocked with a quirk of her brows. She never shied away from his stare, never let herself be subdued by the power his titles held. He liked that – a lot.

“I figured you knew.” He was not surprised in the slightest. His portraits were few and far in between, but it was highly likely the palace staff had informed the dancers one of the princes was watching in on their practice. She made no comment of guilt, so he continued, “What did you want from this entanglement?”

“Other than being able to brag that I fucked a Prince?” She laughed. It was not a malicious laugh, but a genuine one. She also found their exchange amusing.

“Are you going to join my fanclub?”

“I'll be the leader.”

At her remark, he laughed. It was an honest laugh, one that had him feeling light and free. It was an uncommon feeling for him, one only his brothers had managed to make him feel. He liked this girl, but that's all he ever could do was like her. He was under no illusions that this was just an exchange of banter. She was a passing moment in his life, not a permanent fixture.

“Were you that pleased?” He asked with a spark in his gut. He made to move from the desk, but she put her hands up in surrender.

“So pleased, I fear another round would have me fainting.” She let out a sigh as she fanned herself in exaggeration before letting out a snort of derision. “Isn't that what the gentleladies say when their ladybits can't take it anymore?”

“Even noblewomen like to dabble in the fine art of overstimulation,” he smirked back.

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Are you avoiding my question?”

“I would never dare,” she hummed with a twinkle showing in her eyes. It was teasing – daring on its own.

“Then answer.”

“Is that a command, Your Highness?”

“Would you obey if it were?”

His question had her approaching him, a smirk that mirrored his own pulling at her painted lips as the gauzy material of her dress flowed around her slim figure enticingly. When she was directly in front of him, close enough that he could feel her breath against his skin, she sank to her knees before him. Her hands deftly handled the ties of his trousers to pull them down enough to free him.

“If the Prince commands, I will serve.” Her mouth, hot and wanting, was on him before he could even think of a witty response.

Prince Christopher

As heir apparent of a nation, Christopher Bang was not unaccustomed to worry. He worried about the coming winter and if the provinces had prepared their food stores accordingly. The winters in Miroh could be harsh– deadly even. If the cold didn’t kill the populace, hunger was a certain second contender. If he could help alleviate that in any way: he would. It was his birthright and his duty, and he was nothing if not a man of his station.

Any indication of increasing hostilities in the Borderlands would have him holed up in his personal offices for weeks on end. He would analyze patterns. He would discern strategies. He would rethink choices in generals. He would make plans to advocate for peace treaties with the neighboring territories. WIthout fail, his efforts would be rebuked by the King and the conflicts would continue unchecked. He never stopped trying.

The conflicts never turned to all out war. They were simply petty squabbles with centuries long history over dejure land rights. It was almost ingrained as tradition– sons carrying out the same trite battles as a matter of pride over any true cause. Ofcourse, it wasn’t the Kings or Princes that suffered.

It was the common soldiers with wives and children waiting for their safe return. It was the fishermen who watched warily as flagships came to shore. It was the farmers who worked full days for a meager loaf of bread only to watch their livelihoods be put to the torch in a war they never asked for. It was average people who held no stake nor say in the matters of governance or state. It didn’t matter to them who held the territories they called home. Their lot would stay the same regardless of which Lords called themselves King, but the battles for that title hurt them more than anyone else.

Christopher knew that. He wanted to change it. He wanted to right historical wrongs and be the King his people needed. Alas, he couldn't. All he could do was worry.

It wasn't even just grand matters of state that occupied his mind. Smaller, more personal affairs piled on his already overloaded platter of responsibilities. He was the eldest of his family's sons – even in the circles of peasantry that came with its own responsibility. He had to look out for his younger siblings. He had to ensure they played their parts as royal children and kept the family name clean and as prestigious as ever. Some of his brothers made it harder than others.

Changbin had taken his duties easily as had their younger brothers: Seungmin and Jeongin. They knew their stations and how to conform within the standards that befit them. Felix and Jisung tried, but they were more empathetic. They struggled with their places on the world stage– questioning the morality of their way of life and the responsibilities they held. It wasn't a negative thing, and Christopher could not fault them for it. It was a natural part of being human.

In his youth, it wasn't at all uncommon for his studies and training as heir to lead him down a spiral of questions. He was one of the most powerful men in the world thanks to nothing other than being born a son of the Bang Family. He could make people tremble in fear if he so much as looked at them with ill intent. He held the power of life and death in his hands. How could that possibly be fair? How could he live knowing that he had everything while others had nothing? He was as well aware of the moral quandaries as Jisung and Felix. He would not fault them for floundering – he could not.

The hardest thing – he had learned – was having all the power in the world and still trying to be a decent human.

The duties and power of royalty were a loaded hand cannon given at whim by an unfair creator. Some men would tremble at the burden, and lay it down without problem. Some would take the power to head and heart, and become a terrible beast whose machinations could ruin entire realms with a single shot. Others – a very rare few – had the sense and sensibility to know not only how to shoot, but how to aim.

It was Christopher’s only hope that he ended up in the history books as one of the latter. He would be a good king when the time came. He would care for his people and not let the burden of rule turn him hard and corrupt. He would be the role model his brothers needed.

But these were simply hopes and dreams. In reality, he was simply one Prince amongst many others. His father still held the crown of governance, and he answered to the King as well as anyone else.

“You can not simply force him!” Beauty Lee cried out with as much emotion as Christopher had ever seen her express. She was usually so calm, and collected. She was a Beauty of the King’s Harem, but he had learned far too early that even his father could break the cool facade of the Palace women with little effort.

“And what's to stop me, Woman?” King Bang grunted back with a bite. His voice was not to be forgotten. It was distinct in its unyielding harshness, and it suited his appearance just as well.

He was a hardened man – a King but a true warrior at heart. He was graying and wrinkling in age, but he was still considered a handsome – even fearsome – man. Under the wrinkles covering his face and hands were scars from battle. He had seen war, but his age and dress showed he also knew luxury in equal measure.

“He is your son! You must have an ounce of compassion for your own blood!” Beauty Lee protested.

“Compassion? Is compassion what he needs, now?” The words were not spoken, but spat in frustration. It was a testament to Beauty Lee’s determination that she did not shirk away from the words. “I'd rather a firm beating to undo all the years of coddling you've put the boy through.”

“Is a mother's love coddling? I shall not deny he is flawed. Heaven knows we all are, but he's grown into a good man with a good heart!” Her voice was calmer, but still burning with resolve.

The feeling of dread that had been slowly rising in Christopher’s chest engulfed him until he felt bile rising in the back of throat. He knew he had not been summoned to the King’s receiving chambers to simply witness a lover’s quarrel. They were speaking of Second Prince Minho - Beauty Lee’s only son and the Second of the Bang Sons.

Minho wasn’t like his other brothers. He had always been incredibly brave even if outlandish. He broke tradition: galavanting across the world with intellectuals, keeping the company of whores and artists, and never accepting his duties as a Prince of the Royal Family. He had always done what he wanted, and Christopher admired him for it even if it stressed him out to his wits end.

“A heart our enemies would tear out of his chest and eat for protein. He is soft. Sometimes I question whether he is even my son,” King Bang said viciously. It was a tone that could cut down enemies. I was not a tone to take with a gentlewoman, especially not regarding your own blood.

“You– you can't say such things! He is your true son! I swear it,” Beauty Lee prostrated.

“Ah, bugger off woman! If I had any true suspicions you would be dead and he would be left to rot in a cell.”

“Please, Your Highness. Minho admires you so much, he just needs time.”

“Time? Had I known you and your welp would be so resource intensive, I would have left you both in the whore house you came from.” King Bang said it as if he were discussing the menu for the upcoming festivities. It was as casual a threat as could be delivered, but it was a threat.

“Plea–”

“Save your whimpering. There will be no further discussion. Minho will cease his fruitless adventures and settle down here in the palace with a harem befitting his station – or he will be sent to the Borderlands indefinitely.”

“You would send your own son to die in such a way?” Beauty Lee cried. As if suddenly realizing he was present, her wild eyes fell on Christopher. Before he could even register what was happening, she was tugging the sleeve of his shirt in desperation. “My Prince! He is your brother! Minho will die in the Borderlands! You know it.”

“Unhand the Crown Prince, Woman! I have taken heads for less!” King Bang roared amongst her pleas for mercy.

It was moments like this that Christopher liked to pretend. He was not simply Prince Christopher: he was King Christopher. He held the power. He would never let Beauty Lee be in such distress and he would be content to let Minho live as he saw fit, but those were still dreams. He was but a Prince, and Minho was too. If they wanted to survive for a future, they all had their parts to play. He could not pretend: he had to take action.

“Father,” Christopher spoke up as Beauty Lee clung to him. “I will take responsibility.”

“For Minho?” King Bang questioned with narrowed eyes. He was always suspicious– always seeing a play even if there was none, and truly Christopher didn’t have one.

“Yes. I will ensure he settles down into Court Life,” Christopher assured his dad and the bleary-eyed Beauty. She blinked up at him with hope, and even fondness. She always had been kind to him and his brothers. She would sneak them sweets when they were young and practiced at swords and the King forbade it. She was a kind woman – maybe too kind for the world she had been adopted into. “I will make sure he accepts it, and adjusts appropriately.”

“Sometimes, I fear I have raised no sons, but seven bleeding hearts instead,” King Bang sighed. He contemplated for a moment, his eyes flashing between his concubine and his heir with laser focus. If he were looking for something, he seemed to be content with what he found. “I will let you.”

“Oh, Your Majesty. I will be forever grateful. You are good, and just!” Beauty Lee cried as she dropped Christopher’s arm only to bow as low as possible at the foot of the King’s ornate desk chair he occupied.

“Save your words,” he commanded her. Her words stopped at once at his admonishment. “If Christopher should fail to tame my most wayward son, it will be a statement of his right to rule.”

As he spoke, he stared right into the eyes of Chrisopher.

The young prince was not surprised. He had spent his entire life jumping through hoops to earn not only his crown, but even a shred of affection from the larger than life figure that he shared blood with. His aptitude had never failed him, but he would never feel safe relying on his father’s love for anything in his life.

“If I cannot trust my heir to command his own blood, how can I trust him to command the people of an entire kingdom?” the King added. He let the threat hang in the air before turning his attention back to the sniveling Beauty at his feet. “In other words, if he fails: you will ruin two of my sons.”

It was another threat meant for the woman who had borne him a child.

She was one of his longest lasting concubines. It was rumored that Beauty Lee was the one woman of the harem that held any love from the King, and she had suffered for it. She had been scorned and bullied by the other women of the King’s harem. She had been attacked in countless games of court intrigue. She had outlasted all the attempts to have her ousted from the court and from his favor.

Christopher could only wonder: how would she survive the biggest threat of them all?

#stray kids smut #skz ff #skz smut #lee know fanfic #lee know ff #lee minho smut #lee minho fanfic #lee know smut #stray kids fanfic #bangchan smut #lee know x reader #bangchan x reader #bangchan ff #bangchan fanfic #stray kids ff #stray kids x reader #stray kids scenarios #skz scenarios #skz fanfic

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dialalagirl · 20 days ago

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Hi! I’d love a diabolik lovers matchup if that’s okay.

My name is Shiri (Meaning : Song of My Soul) and I’m a 27 year old lady but I still feel like a little girl inside. I’ve never dated a real person in my life because I never found someone whom I could fully trust romantically. I prefer my daydreams 💗. Perfect, sweet fantasy is better than the complicated, often times scary reality.

I’m autistic and I can be quite childlike in my pure mindset. Like, people who meet me and are my close friends consider me a sweet bunny or a cuddly plushie or pet. My personality can be quite dualistic though.

Towards the people I care for and love I’m shy, sweet, kind, gentle, optimistic, quirky, passionate, wise and supportive! I try my best to uplift those I cherish. I find joy and pride in being a cheerleader and an emotional supporter.

Face to face I can be quite quiet, shy and socially awkward but I try my best to be both kind and honest. (It’s hard though and I have a habit of people pleasing to keep the peace. My Libra moon is showing 😅)

The other side of me is that I can be cold as ice and sharp towards people I believe have hidden intentions and might be toxic. I’m quite emotionally intelligent. I also can be distrustful of men.

I was r*ped a few years ago and it really broke my trust in real men.

I can be judgmental and easily irritable towards people [casual acquaintances / superficial friends (or men) I don’t particularly like in my college classes]! in my mind but I don’t show it externally.

Like, when they overload me with their emotional troubles and like;;,, I’m not your therapist.! >:(, or when they’re consistently desperate for external validation from the teachers..or are too ‘friendly’ with me..

Sometimes I wonder, does that make me a hypocrite? But after thinking about it I realized that it’s not hypocrisy, I just care too much about ‘being liked’, ‘keeping the peace’, ‘not my business to interfere with’, ‘not my place to judge or intervene’, ‘best to just disengage from them and flee’ and..about proving my worth in ‘how kind I am towards others’….

I feel like maybe it’s unhealthy. Not being my authentic self with my external circle of friends and only being authentic with my family. Perhaps I’m just careful not to get hurt, and am selective with the people I let in.

Ehem. Well. In terms of hobbies ; I love singing romantic songs and daydreaming about my reverse harem of fictional husbands. I love reading manga and webtoons, watching asian dramas and anime! I love listening and going to musicals! I also love ballet even though I’m clumsy.

On weekend nights I love listening to romantic music in my earphones and dancing around in the kitchen and living room and daydreaming about my fictional lovers!

I love my plushies and parents! I love mythologies and believing in fairies and magic and angels. I also love playing otome games! On my phone, on Steam, on the Nintendo Switch! (I love treating myself like a princess, angel or fairy interchangibly)

My first love was Jumin Han (Mystic Messenger) and I still adore him to this day 😆💗.

Looks : I’m a light skinned jewish autistic girl, I am 5’2 and 121 lbs ; petite, small chested but with yummy and soft thighs and a slender, elegant neck and smooth, soft, beautiful hands with pinkish fingertips. Beautiful collarbones and angel wings (shoulder-blades).

I have brunette hair that cascades in soft ringlets and warm, deep brown eyes that look like honey under the sunlight. I love casual kawaii Japanese fashion and eating sour candy! Candy is like my ultimate weakness 😍🍬. I also adore kitty cats and bunnies and ducklings! And I lovelovelove lions and leopards/panthers!

My dream is to adopt a bunny or a couple of kitties and cherish my furbabies 😍🥰🐰🐈‍⬛. I especially love Ragdolls or Maine Coons, maybe Calico or Tortoiseshell kitties! Or Devon/Selkirk-Rex!

My astrology signs are : Capricorn sun, Libra Moon.

In love (with fictional characters) I am quite the hopeless romantic, so bright, vibrant and colorful! Giddy and bubbly! (With switches to dreamy, calm, in my own world and sleepy.)

I’m an INFP-A 9w1 enneagram.

In love I am Sticky, gooey like honeycomb 🍯 and as fiery as fireworks 🎆 (I call them Fire Flowers). I can be quite swoony and drunk in love! But also quite jealous and possessive.

The music I love listening to is : J-Pop, K-Pop, Disco, Lady Gaga, Ariana Grande, IU, Lim Kim, Enhypen, CNBlue, Jungkook, Kali Uchis, Aurora (Norwegian singer), Audrey Hepburn, Achinoam Nini, Disney songs, Electro Swing, Diabolik Lovers songs on soundcloud and Bossa Nova.

I hope that’s more than enough?

Oh ! My kinks ! I’m usually a sex repulsed asexual but it’s a different matter if it’s with fictional characters because I’m the one in control of the situational fantasy.

But I like petplay, foodplay (not whipped cream. I prefer chocolate or honey.), stalker/obsessive bf/dubcon roleplays (my sinful kink 😔🙏🏼..), and I’m into guys like Dabi/Touya (‘My Hero Academia’) or guys like Ryomen Sukuna (‘Jujutsu Kaisen’). I also love guys like Yamato (‘Say I Love You’ anime)

I like guys who are usually rough yet are sweet to only me. Someone who is : Devoted, passionate, mature, intelligent, reliable, romantic, a bit of a tease and totally obsessed and enamored with me. A guy who would make me dizzy and feverish with passion and abandon, trust him completely despite the dangers. (Initially though when meeting the dialovers cast I was quite scared yet visibly angry and defiant towards them in order to protect myself from being sucked dry and left for dead. It depends on them whether I will grow to trust them or not.)

I’m also talented at writing thank you and appreciation letters to my family and friends (also potential lovers’ birthdays or after-date thank you letters), and baking! I love honey, chocolate or orange sponge cakes or chocolate balls, or vanilla pudding and biscuit cheesecake, rogalach chocolate pastries. Also soups! Tomato soup, chicken noodle soup, french onion soup and goulash stew.

Now that’s everything about me that came to mind! Thank you for reading! I hope it wasn’t too long? 😣 (rnm-magic-space-xsd)

drumroll plz! your perfect diaboy is--you won't believe it--kanato. why have i sentenced you to certain death? well:

your gentle and sweet nature, paired with the fact that you’re cautious about who you trust and are selectively opening up, gives me the impression that you will eventually find yourself drawn to him. say what you want about the drama queen, but he does not bother with pretence: he is what he is

once he notices your tender heart and sweet innocent personality he’d most likely quickly claim you as one of his dolls. your childlike qualities would most certainly appeal to him and his quite possessive ways

your affinity for daydreaming and romantic fantasy align perfectly with Kanato’s flair for the dramatic to the point of fantastical. ESPECIALLY considering his obsession with Teddy ah, the parallel to your own love of plushies and his need to 'protect' those he cares about, however strange and twisted

foodplay? need I say more ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

#diabolik lovers #sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #likely this is NOT who you were hoping for #but your description just SCREAMED kanato to me #so here we are #o-o #hope you like the matchup anyway ;;

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taperwolf · 5 months ago

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On the topic of fanfiction I'm not writing, I don't think I've mentioned here my most persistent Nijigasaki plotbunny:

Ayumu and Yu discovering — and coming to terms with the fact — that their four collective parents have actually been a polycule for over a decade.

Half of this is my honest suspicion about the situation — really, the two families who've lived in adjacent apartments since before their kids were in school take all their vacations together? — and half is just wanting to play with Marmalade Boy-style shenanigans. Unlike a lot of my fic ideas, there's actually a story here, but I'm vague on some details, and it's been a very long time since I wrote anything as long as this would need to be.

I figure Ayumu would discover this first (both because she's going to fret about things more and because Yu is, as a harem protagonist, contractually obligated to be more oblivious to things), probably by seeing something she wasn't supposed to. Let's say she is running back up the stairs to get the lunch she forgot when she sees each set of parents kissing each other goodbye. She stops, embarrassed, and decides to give them a moment instead of interrupting, which is why she's still standing there to see her dad kiss Yu's mom, and her mom kiss Yu's dad. It's then mostly her shock that keeps her watching the couples regroup again to have the husbands kiss each other, and the wives. (I want the relationship to be totally mutual and all of them bi; part of this is avoiding some of the tropes around combining two married couples and part is that I think it's just more interesting.)

(To avoid the more unsavory end of the Marmalade Boy shenanigans, I think I want it clear that the couples first met each other after the kids were born.)

The next bit would presumably be Ayumu re-evaluating a number of memories — oh, god, was that why Yu and I got our own hotel room on vacation? Why our moms were giggling when our dads went on that fishing trip? — and I think it's funniest most productive if she confides in Setsuna before confronting Yu. Setsuna, then, has to balance being a good friend and comforting Ayumu against letting her imagination treat the situation like fiction and getting overly excited.

And then there's the sequence where Ayumu actually does tell Yu. And I think it'll take a bit for Ayumu to actually spell out the situation and get what's going on I kind of think Yu will under-react, from Ayumu's perspective — this is huge, why isn't she more bothered by this? Because after a little bit of surprise, Yu is going to be largely supportive of their parents, because they're happy, aren't they?

Which is all leading to Ayumu considering how close Yu is to the other club members. "Hitori dake nante erabenai yo!" and all that. Is a relationship like that what Yu wants?

And considering how Ayumu herself feels about some of the other girls — is it what she herself wants?

Anyway. Writing all that out helps some. But turning this into a story would involve a few difficulties. First off, I'd need to turn the parents into full OCs, and flesh out their relationships with their kids a little more — they've been very firmly off-screen.

#love live #nijigasaki #love live nijigasaki #ayumu uehara #yu takasaki #and their parents #fanfic i'm not writing #the idea keeps coming back though

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wuthering-high · 1 year ago

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Anyone who gets into a relationship with me will also be getting into a relationship with my harem of fictional husbands

#fictional men #book boyfriends #romance #romance quotes #romance books #books #reading #novel #fictional husbands

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drowninnoodles · 1 year ago

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*steals all your attention*

*and gaster*

What u need my attention for

also. I have a hundred other fictional husbands in my harem.

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bloodypeachblog · 1 year ago

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So my boyfriend introduced me to a character from a game he's looking forward to.

Ladies, gentlemen, and others, i present to you: my newest fictional husband in my harem: Billy Kid.

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#zenless zone zero #billy kid #zzz #mihoyo #hoyoverse #omfg i love him #i love deadpool and i love vash and this guy is just them rolled into an android #What's not to love?#Youtube

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skenosbisworld · 2 years ago

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My discussion with @faintingheroine in the comment section of her poll on the opinions surrounding the subplot of the affair between Ibrahim Pasha and Nigar Kalfa in Magnificent Century have left me with some interesting ideas about how the plot and characters could have been better handled.

I'm pretty new to Tumblr, and I've never made a post before, but I didn't want to bog down her post with an essay worth of comments. So I'm making this post so I can add my entire two cents on this debate.

First off, I have some pretty big problems with this plot for three main reasons.

1. I cannot stand the use of affairs as a cheat code to adding drama. The trope is so overused, and rarely well done, especially in this show. I think I wouldn't mind the use of an affair for Ibrahim, especially because I do think it makes sense for his character, if the trope wasn't already overdone with Suleyman. Historical fiction shows often use this trope because of the modern view that historical men were never faithful, which is absolutely not true. There are many historical examples of men being loving and faithful husbands even in arranged marriages. One of these examples actually being Suleyman and Hurrem.

There are many reasons why a once happy marriage might deteriorate, and I just wish screenwriters would be more creative.

2. This plot, despite it being made into a big deal in season 2, ended up having little to no consequences in season 3 except for Nigar Kalfa, which will be discussed in the last point. Hatice ends up forgiving Ibrahim and Suleyman's decision to kill Ibrahim was not shown to be at all affected by his betrayal of his sister. The only lasting consequence was Hatice's developed hatred of Hurrem, which was both completely irrational and unnecessary as her hatred already could have been explained by her discovering Hurrem's role in Ibrahim's later execution.

3. The plot completely assassinated Nigar's character. I absolutely adored Nigar's character in season 1. She was the voice of reason among a sea of hysteria. She was smart and kind, but not completely loyal. She was ambitious, but she was still caring and dutiful. The affair with Ibrahim left her as a shell of her previous character that just made her look pathetic. Her friendship with Hurrem was already an interesting dynamic, and her place as an influential member of the harem already gave her a good starting point for her own personal arc.

However, I think this subplot could have had potential to be both interesting and rational.

My main key to improving the plot would be to remove Nigar Kalfa entirely out of it.

I think that Nigar's main arc should have been her rise as the new Daye Hatun of the harem.

This was already perfectly set up in season 1 with her already established position as an important member of the harem as well as her friendship with the future haseki sultan. Now I do think that alot could have still been done with Nigar even in this framework. I have two suggestions for what should have been done with her character.

1. I would have Nigar remain friends with Hurrem, but I would have made it a more complex dynamic. Leo's death was a perfect turning point for the two as it made Hurrem lose her unconditional trust in Nigar. This should storyline should have continued through s2 with Hurrem recognizing that even though Nigar is not completely loyal that the kalfa is still an intelligent and valuable ally to have. This would have them maintain an unstable alliance throughout s2 & s4 with them developing a more pure friendship in s4 with Hurrem recognizing that Nigar is the only one who could relate & remember all of her struggles. This would have made for some wonderful bittersweet moments especially around the time of Hurrem's or Nigar's death.

2. Something that could have been done to give Nigar a more personal subplot could have been a romance plot, but one done very differently from all the others. Nigar could have fallen for a man, someone like Nasuh Effendi, and they had a secret relationship for a while until later discovered. When discovered, Hurrem or the Valide Sultan could have offered Nigar a chance of marriage. A chance which Nigar declines in favor of keeping her position in the harem. This would have created a sharp contrast between Nigar and the other female characters as well as perfectly highlight Nigar's ambitions. Most of the women in the show are portrayed as a complete romantics who would do anything for the men they loved, but I don't think this common portrayal should carry over to Nigar. In s1, Nigar is shown as very level headed and rational. She criticizes Hurrem's extreme devotions to Suleiman, and does so without much sympathy unlike Hatice Sultan. This characterization should have remained consistent with Nigar not believing that love should not come at the cost of her own success.

Back to my proposed improvements on Ibrahim's affair subplot, I think this could have been done in two ways.

1. The affair could have been done with Gulnihal, and be a plot by Hurrem to destroy Ibrahim. This would have improved the subplot because it would have given a previously underused character a much more important role, and it would have justified Hatice's anger and hatred of Hurrem. This plot could have happened with Hurrem initially sending Gulnihal as a maid to Hatice in order to spy on Ibrahim. After realizing Ibrahim's interest in her, Hurrem would have ordered her friend to begin and continue an affair with the Pasha. This would have still left Ibrahim completely responsible for the affair, but it may also cast Hurrem into too much of a villain role. It's not a perfect rewrite, but I do think it would be an improvement.

My other suggestion is a much more radical rewrite.

2. The other option could have been that Ibrahim has an affair with some new character, which would not be Nigar or Gulnihal. The affair would have been done without any involvement from Hurrem. The point of conflict would be that Mahidevran finds out about the affair, and she would have helped cover it up out of fear that Hatice would divorce Ibrahim, who would lose his position, and Mahidevran would be left without her main ally. When Hatice inevitably finds out about it, her anger would instead be completely directed at Mahidevran and it would be their friendship that would deteriorate. This could also lead to a stronger friendship between Hurrem and Hatice. Hatice could have divorced Ibrahim, and she could have also been the one who suggested the removal of Mahidevran as head of the harem. This likely would have made Ibrahim's death come much swifter after he returns from the campaign, but I do think this would make for a very interesting shift in dynamics.

Anyway, those are all my thoughts. I may make another post about how I would have changed the relationship between Hurrem with Suleyman and Hurrem with the Valide Sultan. To me, Magnificent Century serves as the perfect playground for rewriting ideas, as both the show and the real history propose so many interesting plotlines, but I feel like the show rarely ever fufilly delivers on it.

If anyone has any disagreements or other opinions on this, I would love to hear. Thx:)

#magnificent century #muhtesem yuzyil #hurrem sultan #nigar kalfa #ibrahim pasha #sultan suleyman #opinion

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