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[toffeebrews]

i also find ink sans perception of others sooo interesting. cause I don't see it as like evil or anything. he views others in a very similar way we creators do. Its not like impassionate or uncaring. He gets giddy and excited like we do. I think an "au fangirl" is the best way to describe it. (i swore comyet described him as that once but I can't remember). hes like... a interdimensional cheerleader.

He just connects with others like you would your favorite character. Sure, you like them, maybe you like them alot! but you probably don't see them as like...as human as you right? I don't think he gets enjoyment or likes their suffering. But them their suffering is the equivalent of what we see on tv show. So yeah he probably will care more for the fact that he literally ceases to have a personality without them. he doesn't like... care about them on the deep level or sees them as human (or skeletons? in this case).

I mean, why would he it view if differently? if you knew there's hundreds of versions of pretty much the same guy existed, would you? If you knew they were just a bunch of code, would you? That's not evil, its understandable im my opinion. How are you supposed to connect with others when you literally have always been an outcode? He's about as evil as we are, in that regard.

this is not to say other sanes perspectives are bad, just ink's is just as understandable as others? understandable doesn't mean good, im just saying it's a reasonable thought process given his life experiences.

honestly this yappage is sorta for me to understand his character as well. they say write what you know right?

[once-in-a-blood-moon]

Being immortal and married to Solomon means that every century that passes, you both hold a little ceremony on the anniversary of your wedding day to renew your vows.

You both get dressed in the attire you wore from the first wedding, kept away safely for special occasions like these. Solomon’s heart stops every. single. time. he sees you as those same old feelings of pure awe return as if he were marrying you for the first time all over again. Of course, you feel much of the same seeing him with his hair slicked back, knowing he only does that for very important occasions. That pretty shade of pink (a shade you’ve come to favor), dusts his cheeks the moment you both lock eyes…and it’s nothing short of beautiful.

Declarations are shared from memory, though no two declarations are the same. You both always have something new to say to the other, whether it’s of fond memories of the experiences you’ve had throughout the years or of feelings that never cease to grow. Anyone who gets to witness this moment will believe that no two souls are more perfect together than yours and Solomon’s. You both just glow from the sweetness of the day as you welcome in a new century of love and joy together.

[zuzu-draws]

Yuuji's ''I'm going to die with him'' from the start of the series to ''Sukuna, Come back and live with me '' at the end is, honestly, very beautiful.

"Let's try again one more time Sukuna, but this time, without cursing anyone. Even if no one else accepts you, I'll live with you" do you understand what's going on here? This is Yuuji attempting to connect with Sukuna, to show a certain compassion that is entirely alien to Sukuna. To the way he delicately lifts Sukuna's remains, with such carefulness, as if holding the remains of a precious loved one, Yuuji tries to show Sukuna "love". The same "love" that has been teased to us this entire series, that who is it that will show it to Sukuna, teach him of it.

This is the same Yuuji, who, at the beginning of the series held absolute disdain towards Sukuna, and always looked at him with much accusatory contempt and mistrust. At that point, He truly did think of Sukuna as nothing more than a "curse". The same "curse" Sukuna calls himself one last time as the last embers of his soul fade in Yuuji's hands.

But this time, Yuuji has a troubled look in his eyes.

As if he disagreed with him.

This is the look of someone, who is looking at the Humanity Sukuna does not believe exists within himself.

Humanity that Sukuna denies himself.

That Sukuna is not a curse, but a human that has been cursed.

[diwtara]

Yes, Sanji and Zoro fight constantly, but afterwards Sanji goes back to the galley as happy as can be.

Growing up in the baratie, teasing each other, throwing insults, it was the language he learned to speak

And he knew just as well that Zoro grew up a fighter, that testing himself against others he considered strong, fighting without inent to harm, was Zoros language in much the same way.

And it was freeing to meet each other, have these playful conversations daily, to blow off stress with someone who spoke their language

Sanji heard people comment on how badly the two of them got along, but he laughed it off. These strangers dont understand them at all.

But then Usopp says it.

Sanji is confused. Because Usopp must know that the two of them are friends. Maybe even best friends, happy to share a drink, or their chores, or even the quiet together

But then Nami says it

And now Sanji is questioning everything. Has he been misinterpreting Zoro this whole time? Maybe Zoro had never been asking for a sparring partner. Maybe Zoro didnt know how to say he didnt enjoy spending their time together.

So when Zoro teases him he starts biting back his own taunts. Swallowing all the things he normally would say.

When Zoro challenges him, Sanji will meet him just as always, not willing to take away from Zoros training if thats all he can offer the man.

Sani finds theres less joy in himself when he returns to the galley after these one sided talks.

Zoro for his part has no idea whats going on with the Cook, doesnt understand the way hes holding back. Their captain is all about freedom, yet Zoro watches as Sanji locks a part of himself away.

He racks his brain for something hes said or done to have the cook shut him out like this but cant think of anything. He could try to ask, but the common tongue had never been Zoros strong suite

When they land at a new island and Sanji volunteers to be the one to stay behind Zoro knows something is up. The cook loves to explore new places and explore new markets.

So Zoro takes the pocket change Nami allowed him and instead of looking for a bar he went searching for something else.

It took a while, and took even longer for him to make it back - someone decided to put a whole forest between this harbor town and the docks while he was shopping - the food he was carrying had long gone cold, but hopefully it still tasted fine.

He pushed his way into the kitchen and dropped the plates on the counter. "Local specials" he said with a shrug, hoping that the Cook would understand all the things he was trying to say with this.

"And...why are you bringing them here?"

"So you can try them." Zoro huffed and quickly looked away, "maybe it will improve your cooking, shit-cook"

Sanji was just staring at the dishes, leaving zoro to squirm internally, knowing he wouldnt have the words to explain more than that.

"Zoro," Sanji started cautiously, still looking at the plates rather than at the swordsman, "are we friends?"

Zoros head whipped around to stare at Sanji like he was stupid. "What are you, stupid?! Of course we're friends idiot!"

Sanjis face instantly flushed red with anger "oh you are certainly not someone who should be calling other stupid you directionally challenged, mossheaded, excuse for a swordsman -"

It wasnt long before insults, swords, and legs were flying, smashing into each other in ways they both understood.

Nami sighed, hearing them clash once again. Shaking her head and lamenting how those two can never just sit down and talk to each other.

Luffy laughs. He hears what they are saying just fine.

[fatuismooches]

Zandy speed-walking to your room wrapped in his blanket whenever he got nightmares wasn't anything new.

In the beginning, he felt guilty for bothering you in the middle of the night, but ever since you found out the child had bad dreams once in a while, you urged him to come find you no matter what time it was. Thankfully, they had significantly decreased since he met you, but there were still times he woke up scared and sweating, as if flames had nearly licked him. Admittedly, a part of him wished you could sleep in his room every day so it wouldn't happen, but he knew it wouldn't be fair to you.

At first, Zandy would knock on your door and wait for you to open before intruding, but eventually, you managed to convince him to just let himself in and onto your bed. During these instances, you'd wake up to the child cuddling to you, sometimes with Foxttore squished in between. It was healing for both of you. And tonight, Zandy thought as he tip-toed to your room, would be no different. Quietly twisting the doorknob and entering the room, he already felt a bit more at ease, especially at the sight of your silhouette. The boy walked to the bed and began to climb on it when suddenly a hand shot out to grab him, and he was faced with none other than fellow blood-red eyes.

Quickly, Zandy figured out the situation, when he noticed that you were actually on the other side of the bed, this person was none other than Prime Dottore which he didn't realize in the darkness, and that he had accidentally woken him up. It was only natural that Dottore would be woken up at the slightest noise - he had never been a deep sleeper.

But more importantly, the situation had turned awkward once Dottore had removed his grip from the boy, realizing it was just him. Immediately, Zandy tried to shuffle off the bed - he and Prime had been on way better terms lately, no longer being ignored, which was wholly thanks to you - but he was still hesitant to interact without you. But Dottore wasn't going to let him off that easy of course.

"... What are you doing here?" The boy's eyes nervously flitted from your sleeping body to Prime, hoping you'd wake up to get him out of the situation.

"W-Well..." Zandy's voice came out louder than he wanted, "I wanted to... to..." he then drifted off as he tried to think of a reasonable excuse. He could tell Dottore wasn't particularly impressed, moving to get up when suddenly a new voice entered the conversation.

"Zandik, what's wrong?" You yawned as you began to sit up in bed. "Usually, you aren't this noisy when you're sneaking off to go do work instead of sleep-" You stopped your sentence slowly and rubbed your eyes, as you now realized someone else was in the room too. "Zandy? Is that you?"

"Yes..."

"Another nightmare again? Poor thing, come here," you cooed, stretching your arms open. Dottore remained silent but quickly pieced together what happened. Well, it made an awful lot of sense - you somehow always managed to be soothing after experiencing the terrors of the mind. He too remembers the times he rested his chest on your chest after his own nightmares. Logically, when the scholar thinks about it, his child segment's nightmares were probably similar to his too.

However, Zandy didn't seem very certain of the idea anymore, more interested in heading out the door. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before you quickly remembered that Dottore was likely causing his hesitation.

"There's no need to be shy. You can stay, we don't mind," you said softly, moving to the edge of the bed and grabbing both his hands. "Right, Zandik?"

"... Go ahead. There's only a few more hours until I get up, anyway."

"See? Now come here." With only a bit of persuasion, the child was in between the two of you. Well, he was mostly attached to you while Dottore was just on the other side, but it was still sweet. You gently patted Zandy's head as you began yawning again, sleepiness still coursing through you. At that, Dottore pulled up the covers, making sure you (and the child) were warm.

"Good night, Zandy, Zandik..."

"Good night, [Name]... fa-" The word quickly softened and dried up on the boy's lips as he realized that he was still not brave enough for that yet. Zandy swiftly shut his eyes and willed his body to sleep as fast as possible.

A little while later, after Dottore was sure you both had dozed off, he sighed at the sight that was mostly covered in darkness, but he could still make out his child self's body wrapped by your larger one... as well as the rather wide and palpable gap in between his and his segment's.

Briefly turning over, the Harbinger glanced at the time. It would be time for him to return to his work soon, this break only a haven you begged to grant him. Dottore looked back at you, reaching out to caress your cheek, letting out another sigh. He moved his body closer, to where his own was only a little bit from touching Zandy's, and then wrapped a protective arm over you, and by extension, the child.

He would be gone soon enough, anyway - this wouldn't hurt for now.

It was moments like this that made what the future held hurt even more.

[tempestmothstorm]

crazy how the sanshee plush is one of the few actual direct confirmations on what a non-act 2 Natsuki’s home life is like because of how cagey she is on literally everything. Like this isn’t anything surprising or something you wouldn’t be able to extrapolate from the games but unlike everything else we know about her the implications are right there on the tin.

They literally did the character bio trope where where all the likes are normal but the dislikes are about their very specific trauma it’s just so funny they did that on the plushie card

[gothhyrax]

its hard being a horror fan because some of y'alls takes are just braindead garbage

[violetregrets1837]

Just tossing this into the open. Basically the Chain gain another Link, and this guy is vaguely modern era

(BTW this was written as like a platonic reader insert, but there's no use of Y/N or (Name) here :>)

Sky must admit that this journey really has been an interesting one so far. Secrets are slowly revealed, and brothers-in-arms find comfort from nightmares in the dead of the night. Fighting with such a big group was a learning curve too, but they were all if not willing to adapt to new challenges.

Which brings his thoughts to their newest member.

"How has that pencil not snapped yet?" Wind asked to no one in particular, squinting in the direction of their newest addition.

They were all sitting around camp, in a clearing that Wild had found while scouting ahead. The new hero was sitting a bit farther away, having politely asked not to be disturbed for an hour or so earlier. Only Four was allowed to stick with them because he was silently reading away. And they were furiously writing down on a large writing pad, only taking a few precious seconds to think or to flex the wrist on their dominant hand. The sound of graphite on paper was audible, even with the distance put between them...

"20 rupees that it snaps?" Legend asked Warriors with a smirk. Even if the veteran hadn't fully warmed up to the newest hero, he was more than willing to have a little bit of fun.

"Double that, and it's a deal." Warriors replied, smirking back with a hand on his hip, ready to rob one of his brothers blind.

"Actually, I think they're a proper student like I was, so I doubt they'll let it break on them," Sky added, thinking back to the events that led to the Chain welcoming their newest member.

Those memories were still pretty fresh in his mind, and no doubt everyone else's. The new hero had come rushing into the battle, throwing a heavy backpack at a black blooded monster and successfully knocking it onto it's back before quickly taking out their own sword and properly finishing the job with a powerful stab right into the monster's chest. A bit of a bizarre technique, but not the most. They would probably fit right in, actually.

"50 rupees that it stays in tact." Sky simply smiled back at his brothers, happy to remind them that he was as much of a gremlin as any other Link in the Chain.

"50 rupees from you and Warriors that it breaks, then it's a deal." Legend narrowed his eyes at Sky and crossed his arms over his chest. If he were to win this bet, he better be getting as much as possible.

"Only if you give the same amount to both me and Sky here, veteran. It's only fair." Warriors smirked as he bargained with the prickly hero, happy to get even more out of him.

"So, deal?"

"Deal! I'll be swimming in rupees that you two will be losing soon!"

"Oh, dream on, Legend! Those 50 rupees are ours!"

So those three waited, watching with bated breath. (And maybe with slight concern considering how long they continued to write for.)

Everytime that they had paused in their writing, Sky and Warriors had narrowed their eyes and smiled at Legend, who was only continously letting a nervous frown crawl onto his face as luck was not on his side.

Eventually, the newest member huffed out a sigh and put down their pencil. They flexed their wrist and straightened their back as Wild and Twillight decided to approach.

"Oh, hey guys." They waved as the two walked closer.

"Hey, what were you writing just now?" Wild asked, leaning down with his hands on his knees as he squinted at the paper. He raised an eyebrow as he recognised a few familiar symbols here and there.

Trying to understand every era's written language and writing system was a hard task, and really, only Four, Legend, and himself seemed to take immediate interest in it.

"Just studying for school, if I get back to my own era in time for tests. Sure, it's completely self-inflicted torture which sucks, but I need the practice." They explained, jokingly rolling their eyes at comparing studying to torture. Maybe, taking advanced literature was a mistake but they'll be damned if they quit now.

"Interesting, but maybe you should take a break now. You've been at it for quite some time. Stretch your body a bit." Twillight suggested, raising an eyebrow their way.

He's seen how dedicated to study people like that can be, how they run themselves into the ground before ever considering taking a rest. He's had to pull Shad away from his books more than a couple of times.

"Ehh, maybe. It's just, I got into such a good flow, I don't really want to lose it now." They shrug noncommittedly while reasoning back, their eyes glancing down at the work that they've finished so far as they think the offer over.

"You should at least have some water. Don't let yourself get dehydrated, otherwise you won't be able to concentrate later." Four suggested, putting a bookmark onto the last read page before closing it, his eyes reflecting unnatural hues of purple and red.

He knew all about how a certain someone in this system of theirs would always be eager to learn more, and how another would have to remind him to take care of himself while reading away.

"Mmm, true... I'll at least let myself have some water. I don't want to deal with any headaches later on." They finally concede, putting their things away and into their backpack.

And as they packed their things with the rest of the camp to their back, a certain someone grumbled as he passed on 100 rupees to his brothers. Damn it all, the gods have it out for him.

"Yeah, come on! Join the rest of us over by the fire." Twillight smiled, perking a thumb over his shoulder to the rest of the group.

He was honestly just relieved that they would be taking a break. He knew how stubborn any of them, including himself could be. Maybe it was a hero's spirit thing.

Once they all moved to join the rest by the campfire, Hyrule and Time waved to them, revealing colourful stains on their hands. Inside of a medium sized wooden bowl in between the two of them was a multitude of berries. The colours of the berries varied from a deep purple, almost black, to a light pinkish-red.

"Hi. Uh, I just finished foraging for berries. Do you want some?" Hyrule asked, still a little awkward around their newest member.

It was always a process, but after knowing the rest of the Chain, his brothers, he was willing to give this new one a chance.

"Don't worry, they're all safe." Time nodded, reassuring them after seeing the small hesitance in their face.

"Thank you." They smiled at the two of them, kneeling down in the grass and reaching for a berry. They popped one into their mouth, and hummed in satisfaction at the sweetness that flooded their mouth.

"That's really good! Thank you! Ah- again." They excitedly smiled towards Hyrule, happy to be here. They grabbed two more berries from the bowl and savoured the flavour in their mouth.

So maybe, they could settle into this new group. And try not to worry about trivial matters back home until they returned to their own era. They had a feeling that this would be an interesting journey.

[the-bi-space-ace]

I'm a little reluctant to say that I'm expecting another show to tie up the loose ends left from the bad batch mostly because, to me, it feels like an excuse for haphazard handling of the story. Sure, maybe a show someday will tie up all of those threads and tell the rest of the story that we are missing. Maybe some day they'll bring back Tech (as they should). Maybe they'll actually tie up story threads with Echo, Wrecker, and Crosshair without just cutting it all off (literally, in Crosshair's case, yes I'm still very upset about it). Maybe one day they will tell a satisfying ending to this story in another show.

But this show was not marketed as a Part 1 to a larger story and still isn't being sold as that either. Truthfully, we have no way of really knowing what the future holds so this limbo where everything feels unfinished is just painful for me to think about. Hell, I don't think I will ever watch this show again because I think of S3 and I go 'what's the point?'

I completely understand the hope that there will be another show that will fix all of the glaring issues. I respect wanting there to be a reason things got so damn weird with S3 and speculating about it and talking about possibilities. And there very well may be one!People should continue hoping that will happen because all of the theories and speculation have been great to read and talk about. This fandom's ideas have been incredible, insightful, and would make for some actual great storytelling. I've loved reading all of them. But I don't want to excuse all of these weird and shitty writing decisions because the longer we go with no other answers the less I want to hand those excuses out.

I fell in love with these characters. And I don't like seeing any of them tossed to the side, unfinished, or forgotten. At this point Tech, Echo, Wrecker, and Crosshair were. I'm still having a hard time coming to terms with that.

[hypewinter]

This is a Danny POV tidbit from this right here. I didn't put it with the rest because I felt it might be a little jarring to suddenly switch to it. Plus it got way longer than anticipated.

Also tw warning for possible body horror and vivisection.

Anyway here we go!

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Danny's life was finally looking up. His rogues had calmed down with their attacks (They were now more like sparring matches than anything) and he was finally getting sleep which of course meant he was doing better in school. But the best part was his parents had accepted him!

It had taken him a lot of courage to talk to them. So many different scenarios had ran through his mind and his knew it was risky without any backup. He was just so tired though. Tired of hiding his secret, tired of dismantling their weapons behind their backs, tired of running from them, his own parents. So he had made the decision to tell them.

It was a little... rocky at first sure. His dad wouldn't stop spontaneously hugging him for a week and it didn't take an expert to know his mom still had her reservations. But his dad had assured him she was coming around and Danny trusted his dad.

That's why when Maddie came into his room one evening, with Jack out doing something, asking for help with something in the basement, he hadn't suspected anything. This was just her trying to bond after everything that went down right? That's what Danny told himself to ease the growing pit in his stomach.

As he reached the bottom of the stairs and painful electricity coursed through his body, Danny cursed himself for not listening to his instincts, the very things that had allowed him to survive for so long. Then everything went black.

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When Danny came to, he was strapped to a table. The lights overhead blinded him and made his growing headache much worse. Then he heard shuffling as someone got closer.

Danny craned his neck to see who it was, the guys in white perhaps? No, it was much worse.

"Mom?"

"Don't call me that ghost!" She snarled, "You may have somehow fooled my husband but you won't trick me." As she said this, she fixed her gloves and pulled a little table towards her.

Danny couldn't see what was on the table, but he didn't have to.

"Mom." He whimpered, "mom it's me, it's Danny. I swear it's me please."

But his words fell on deaf ears. Maddie plucked a scalpel off the table. "Once I expose you for the imposter you are, we'll be able to get back to our work."

"No. No no no no no no NO!" Danny jerked against his restraints. Tried everything, anything to get free. But it was no use. He couldn't transform, couldn't even go intangible. All he could do was look in horror as the scalpel descended towards his chest.

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He could vaguely hear his mother scribbling things down on a clipboard as she cut out his organs one by one. She also seemed to be muttering something. To herself or to a recording device Danny wasn't sure. All he could feel was pain.

He desperately wanted it to stop but he had long since exhausted his strength. Too weak to do anything about his predicament, Danny's mind instead tried to search for comfort inward.

In his mind, big strong arms surrounded him, protecting him from danger. His dad. He wanted his dad. He wanted Jack Fenton to wrap him in his arms and tell him everything was going to be alright.

He wanted to go back to a time where he would have believed that.

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Danny's first memory was of voices. Well he thinks that's his first memory. He gets a feel that there was a memory before that. One of...pain? But it was so distant and blurry, Danny decided that was a dream.

Danny was snapped out of his thoughts by the voices getting closer. One was loud and frantic. He didn't like that voice. The other was... tired maybe even sad or angry. Regardless it was much softer than the first voice.

The voices got closer and closer until Danny felt himself being picked up and embraced. He liked the embrace. It was warm and comforting. Somehow Danny knew, now that he was in these arms, he was safe. And so, he fell asleep, content to be enveloped in these warm, safe arms.

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There was a noise that startled Danny awake. He blinked at the white door in front of him. Strange, the last thing he remembered was a dark room. A scary room. The door opened to reveal a man. The man was weird with long hair pulled back into a ponytail. The weird man had a funny look on his face , as if he didn't want to see Danny or the Safe Arms. Then that man's face changed as Safe Arms spoke. He looked like he couldn't settle on which emotion to show was trying to show all of them. Danny concluded the weird man was in fact a funny man.

The man let them instead and the two began talking. Danny tried to stay awake but what they were talking about was sooooo boring and Safe Arm's hold was sooooo warm. In the end, Danny drifted off once again.

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They were moving, Danny knew that much. He also knew there was some sort of restraint keeping his still. Danny didn't like that. He wasn't sure why, he just didn't. So he tugged and fussed at it.

Next thing he knew, hands reached down and unclasped his restraints. Then the big strong hands pulled him up.

"Don't worry Danno." The voice said, "You're dad's got you and I'll protect you."

Dad. That's right, this was his dad. Danny cooed as he snuggled into his chest.

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Danny liked being with his dad but he wasn't sure he liked being in this city. It was stinky and the people were all weird. Then again it had a lot of ectoplasm and Danny loved ectoplasm. Plus he was able to play fun games with his dad here so maybe it wasn't all bad.

If only the weird people in costumes would stop staring at him through the window.

Next POV!

Edit: A paragraph was out of place. No idea how that happened.

[mrsoharaa]

₊ ⋆ 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔶 ⊹ ₊

characters: Royal King (True Form)! Sukuna Ryomen x Reader

cw: nudity, light threats, a hint of possessiveness (I guess if you squint hard enough?), slight suggestiveness (but not much), longing, intimacy, Sukuna being a secret huge love sick cutie <3, him being HIM.

a/n; this takes place in a royal setting ♡

You bathe with your mighty, malevolent king in his personal quarters.

One rough hand riding up the midst of your sleek back, tracing ever so tenderly amongst the arch of your spine, two gently nestled onto the voluptuous curves of your delectable hips, as the other delicately cups the juncture of your jawline keeping you still and steady to meet his piercing gaze. Brushing away the few slick strands of your damped hair from your exquisite face.

With his burly figure deeply submerged into the steamy water and you standing comfortably between his profound thighs, you couldn't help but feel ever so secure and safe in his looming presence. Even when stared directly into the multitude of glorious, rapturous eyes that curtained with vicious ruling, the small lint of adoration and affection lingering on the tips of his callous fingers.

He wallows carefully deep into your glowing beauty, raking in every intricate detail and flawlessness that illuminates your natural enchantment.

You feel a soft breath wither off the tip of your tongue as you feel his hands on your waist carefully reel you in closer, his hand tenderly cupping your jaw guiding delicately to the back of your neck, thick digits weaving and meddling softly through the back hairs as he ventured. Bearing irises of deep crimson find their settlement deep into your own bashful gaze, admiring the subtle fluster beginning to stew into your plush cheeks.

His thumb softly grazes across the supple of your alluring, lush lips. His greedy eyes quickly drifting down to the tempting allure of your pliable flesh.

He simply hums, carefully studying over the fat mount of enticement and magnetism. Feeling a bubbling warmth settle in his own stomach from the much longer gazing.

His weighted eyes lift back up to meet yours, drawing you in closer and closer until his warm, steady breaths seep into the slick of your trembling skin. He grins coyishly to the tiny tremors running down your naked body.

"Nervous, little one?" his baritone voice toys with prominent power and bass, thick fingers mulling over every inch of skin they can reach, enjoying your bodies response to his every touch.

"H-hardly my lord...it's just..." you mutter over your words, eyes shying off to the side, noting the glimmering enrichment of the vast bathhouse of his chambers.

A steep growl resonates deep against his chest, his large hand cupping the back of your neck carefully, now gripping it with more force. Guiding your face, to meet his once again.

"You speak to me with your eyes on me, are we clear little one?" his authoritative tone strides down the seam of your back, gnawing deep into your bones. A mere breathy yes utters off from your tied tongue, his grip loosening, going back to that tender, caring touch that melded into your skin.

"Good, now finish what it was you were about to say" he asserts, keeping his eyes strictly onto you, basking you in his undivided, weighted attention on you. Solely, on the flush of those reeling lips of yours.

You felt your heart thrumming ever so frantically against your chest, the oxygen failing to spur out from your lungs tightening in the engagement of your rib cage, your mind racing a mile a minute.

That gaze.

That intent focus.

His...literal hold on you.

It heightened every sense in your body to the brim.

Your widen eyes roam steadily across each of his, moving just an inch closer, daring the waters to your curiosity and whim. As your lips part slightly to conjure words, your own hands finding home amongst his strong cheekbones, the sound of a barging door echoes alarmingly through the dimly candle lit bathhouse.

Sending a wave of sudden shock to throttle all through your tensed body, ripping your palms from his warm face and fall back a couple of steps.

But his hands had other plans, adamantly cradling you closer into his wide, muscular marked chest with a vice clasp into your skin. Almost...protectively.

And with a swift of a motion, pulling you behind his now standing rigid, intimidating stature to rid prying eyes, you could feel his bottom extensive arms hold you close to his expansive back.

"My lord! My lord! pardon the intrusion but there is an intruder inside of the castle walls!" you can hear one of the guards chant out, the sound of their metal armor reverberating throughout the space of Sukuna's bathhouse.

A grumbled, guttural growl exhales off from his lips, uses one of his free hands to pinch the bridge of his nose tightly with a distraught, enraged expression.

He swiftly glimpse back at you briefly, reflecting his previous foundment of you with a haste of a gaze. Quickly, he peers over to his standing guards.

"Alert the remaining guards and knights safe keeping the castle and find this intruder, now." he orders with command atoning his graveled, piercing tone.

"If anyone captures this intruder, bring them to my throne room..." Sukuna commands, glancing back down at you with heavy eyes.

He reaches down to cup your right cheek, gingerly painting his thumb across the subtle, moisten skin.

"And call on Uraume, I need them to tend to my...queen" he shifts his soften gaze from your eyes to your lips, finally turning on his heels to emerge from the comforting water. Quickly dresses in his usual attire and paces over towards the bathhouse doors.

Swiftly sneaking in one last glance over at you before storming off into the castle in search for this wandering intruder.

You could feel your heart falter inside of your chest, pupils blown wide as every fiber in your body stale to the referred title he had given you.

Queen.

His...queen?

Were you hearing things right? was your mind playing tricks on you?

No.

You know what you've heard. What he had just proclaimed.

Did he really deem you that high to condone you with such a title?

You lift your pointing finger to the supple of your agape lips, blankly starring into the empty space he once filled, as your mind continued to mull over the sudden entitlement you were appointed to.

"My lady" the subtle familiar voice calls out to you, tearing you from your trance as your eyes bore over to a bowing Uraume. One arm reaching out to you holding a clean towel. You take it, wrap it around your dripping body and leave behind Uraume's steps.

[sieglinde-freud]

missing the maribelle/tharja family unit today. i think maribelle would be elated to have a daughter. she meets noire for the first time and she goes “do you play chess? violin? ride? drink tea?” and noire goes “no but im really good at throwing up in a bucket” and maribelles like “oh!!!! okay!!!!” i think she finds noire’s talisman persona charming. chrom is like “um maribelle can you please go get your daughter… she’s terrorizing the camp” and she goes “shes harmless! why do you hate women?” and he never speaks on it again. i think tharja needs a kid that will beef with her and i think brady is 100% the guy to do it. i think she looks at him and goes “what is your problem” and he flips her off. she tries to curse him but he spins his staff ninja style deflecting them back at her. he serves tea to his moms but he spits in tharjas and she knows it. and then she drinks it because it pisses him off. brady could come to love her at some point but it will not be easy and it will not come without a lot of work and a lot of arguing and i think i need some more parent/child conflict in this game. awakening gets one f bomb and its hidden in the random tharja brady PC support where he just goes “FUCK YOU” Tharja and Brady attained support level B.

[once-in-a-blood-moon]

Solomon who secretly enchants the ring he proposes to you with so that you mysteriously feel more clingy to him. Suddenly, you monopolize his time, you desperately yearn for his presence, and most importantly, you always choose him.

Ironically, he’s come to call this enchantment “Solomon’s Curse,” as the obsessive feelings that compel you simply mirror his own.

To love the way he does is both a blessing and a curse. A taste of both realms, above and below, that makes him crave your humanity and betray his own. And now…you, too, are subjected to the same fate.

[carnivalls]

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See the thing is. I know I'm good at writing. Like I have my weak areas or things I need to improve in, but it's not a skill I otherwise spend a lot of time feeling insecure about because a) if I don't believe in my writing literally who will b) if I want to publish my writing I ought to at least feel a resting level of good about it because editors and agents likely will not be cradling my face like a prize cat and telling me how talented I am while asking for their edits c) I've always had an audience for my writing even at its worst– I started sharing my original works online when I was around 16 & that really helped sell to me the idea of 'there will always be someone out there who likes what you do' d) untalented men never think this hard about the quality of their works and they always end up published anyway and e) I don't have many other thoroughly developed skills so why not have one I feel good about. Having said this. Awkward feeling to realize you're one of the authorial weak links in your postgraduate creative writing degree's social circle

[shakingparadigm]

Thinking about the Guardian Phan information.... the way that it's worded, could it imply that only Hyuna was supposed to participate in ALIEN STAGE? Was Hyunwoo not intended to join her?

[anti-homophobia-cheese]

wolfsong happens to be the first audiobook I am listening to. it was a random choice but i'm glad it turned out to be so because the writing is so pretty, it sounds like poetry to me.