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cattytheartcat · 2 years ago

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💜welcome💜

Been here since 2015, so I feel I should make an actual bio thingy. For those who has known me since 2015, I'm so so sorry for who I was then. I was 12 years old when I began Tumblr, and was immediately groomed and thought I was mature enough since my 13th birthday was the next day or so at the time. I'm 20 now, and learned from my mistakes and absolutely got therapy. Anyway uhh--

This will get rlly long so I'm adding a "read more" thingy so you dont gotta scroll through my post, but if you're new to my blog I advise checking this post out.

💜BASIC BIO💜

♡Catty

♡she/her [cis woman]

♡bisexual • polyamorous

♡artist, sometimes writer, shitposter, reblogger

♡Creator of The Matrix 5; Reformations AU, Ashesverse AU, Running Like Hell ARG, Slendyverse (MLP x Slenderverse) AU, Grand Eden Hospital, Nightmares In Paradise (fan spn) AU

♡assistant Public Relations, assistant Music Department Head, and Artist Lead for PoniesOnline

♡creator of the blogs; Ask Psychosishy, Ask the Ashesverse, Ask the Hugoverse (multiverse of Hugo Weaving), Ask All MLP OCs

v--links to ask blogs--v

♡past creator of the blogs; Ask Slenderverse (deleted), Ask Zalgoverse (deleted), Ask all the mlp OCs (deleted for a long ass time lmao), RaveV blog (deleted), Smynth blog (deleted)

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💙DNI💙

《If you disregard any of this "just to spite me" you are getting blocked immediately》

☆proship/profiction (any content that fetishizes, sexualizes, glorifies and/or romanticizes pedophilia, zoophila, necrophilia, incest, abuse, etc)

☆loli/shota content

☆feral NSFW (feral x human, feral x feral, feral x anthro, etc)

☆LGBT-phobia (exclusions included. I.E ace/aro erasure, pan vs bi discourse, neopronoun discourse [not including obvious trolls that put a bad rep], etc)

☆racism, sexism, ableism

☆(irl person, ethnicity, etc) fetishizers (i.e, asian fetish, fat fetish, etc)

☆controversial content/persons (until clear evidence is provided during drama, I wish to NOT partake or be involved)

☆(irl people) shippers

⚠️BLACKLISTED USERS⚠️

☆TC/Simon/ChurchGrimmed [personal issues]

☆Dandelionmoths [personal issues]

☆Freakwolffreakish/Caresse/GoreyBloodyTeethsArts [groomer, erp as a minor character x an adult character, drama queen]

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💜frequent tags💜

♡important -> something I think is important to know. PSAs, warnings, etc

♡very important -> similar to the above tag, however much more urgent

♡wishlist -> things I might buy for myself

♡[name] aesthetic -> aesthetic posts that remind me of my OCs or favorite characters/people

♡[ship name] -> aesthetic posts that remind me of my ships

♡my art -> art I've made

♡old art -> art I've made from 2015-2020

♡amazing -> Tumblr classics baybee (funny or really bizarre things really)

♡other art -> artwork made by others

♡fanart -> artwork made by others for me

♡towards toxicity -> vague posting towards toxic people who fucked up my heart big time

♡witchy tips -> tips and stuff regarding witchcraft

♡art tips -> helpful artwork tips!!

♡me fr -> stuff that I feel represents me!

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💙FIND ME EVERYWHERE ELSE LOL💙

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Art Fight: CattyTheArtCat

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YouTube: Catty TheArtCat

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Discord: [gotta be someone I know lol]

Kofi: Catty The Art Cat

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That's all really lmao. Yeah I may have been in some shitty situations and been a dumb fuck of a kid but uh. I'm better now weehee

Also even though my account says "NSFW", it's moreso because I post/reblog (cartoon/drawn) gore and blood and violence. Yknow, creepy Grimmdark Creepypasta shit. I also post/reblog suggestive content, maybe even sexual humor, but I never post flat out porn (at least, not anymore). Do NOT follow me if you're expecting trans fetish bullshit or cheap PornHub shit. I don't do that shit.

Another thing I wanna add is that even though I'm anti-proship, I DONT CONDONE HARASSMENT AND DEATH THREATS. That's just as low as the proshippers themselves, you are no better. Most proshippers are a hive mind (teehee The Matrix reference go brr), yknow, saying the same shit; "antis should kay why ess!!", "Minors DNI unless you're an anti", "being anti [pedo, rape, incest, etc] = evangelical puritanism even though they mean actually bad shit not kink and sex in general!!", etc. They are hypocritical bastards that push and push until they can milk out "receipts" to publicly shame you.

If you're an anti but go out of your way to "prove them right about antis being horrible", you are not welcome here. You are the reason why people prefer proship rather than. You are the reason why we are seen as the "bad".

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Know me from petty immature drama? Here's some clarification!!

My stance with minors interacting with my accounts

My stance with Palestine [I also have a post about trying to support Palestine and Lahaina]

My response to the Pyro situation

My stance and response to Rashad

If you want more info or evidence for any of these DM me and we can talk it out like actual mature adults 👍

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t4tpumpkinduo · 2 years ago

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i would love if you expanded on your vent post sometime because i don't quite understand what you're saying when equating experiencing racism with black and white discourse surrounding c!wilbur either being completely bad and completely good and how people react to that. but it genuinely seems like an important topic to speak on if you ever feel like fully doing so

OK first of all :] ilike how this ask is phrased thank you for bein so niceys abt it. i will do my best to convey this as well as i can imstill pretty frazzled but ido wanna talk about it 👍

specifically i am talking abt the ppl who absolve him of everything or declaw him constantly. like again i do think cwil is a good dude he Is one of my faves. he is just kinda tunnel vision and selfish and in that persuit has done a lotta not great stuff tht gets deliberately ignored or pushed aside, but also the ppl v obsessed w making him some evil malicious one note abuser are like. weird ableist assholes lmao it can be two (✌️) bad things. but im not talking abt Them rn my point is uhm. ok so

i think the way cwilbur uhh ccwilbur that whole bursona thing is has a coat of Whiteness that intersects with things yk? have you heard the term white fave. it's stuff like that. and it especially shines when you compare it to like..how many swaths of ppl treat cquackity in Relation to him, or how many sootbur or oc type body hcs will turn one half of a ship into like..a emotionless brown man accessory to whoever they decided is the dainty pale one. or how ccwil gets truthed so much as "blahblahblah" instead of supporting openly queer or neurodivergent or female creators because it needs to be in a digestible palatable way it needs to be in the vehicle of a guy they are already willing to consume. does that make sense

like look at this ->

in this example uhh,,,ok to use tntduo specifically, yes cquackity Is violent and promiscuous he Is mean and snippy and scowls that's all true and canonical. but you just have to be a little aware of how you interact with things and how it comes across, especially if it's used as a vehicle for a white character. like...if you flanderize quackity and change his motives so he's just an accessory who's whole world revolves around wilbur, if he's turned into an abuser that the ever gentle wonderful poor wifey wilbur is so gracious to continue tolerating, if he's turned into like a sexual object for wilbur to be bossed around by at the cost of like. things tht are literally canonically triggering and awful fr cq. yyr like. racist llmao. and these things are Common as hell they are very common i block and block tags and i still cant get away from it.

white characters and ccs being treated with a different brush that poc characters and ccs is just v v v common and awful and well it sucks out here 👍 i do feel like the way he is talked abt can be loaded with it

#huri.txt #discourse #anon #idk man i hope this makes sense #and again i LIKE CWILBUR CCWIL IS AN OK GUY YOU CAN SHIP WHATEVER YOU WANT FOREVER WHO CARES #i just dont think its unreasonable to be upset abt this stuff or wish ppl would be more aware and conscious of this kinda thing

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edenthebat · 1 year ago

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Please donate if you can! and if you cannot donate, please reblog these posts or add their links to a post of your own! Everything helps! Never lose hope, and never stop sharing their stories! 🍉

I guess I should finally do an intro post thingy

(this is subject to change as I see fit)

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Hey, hi, hello there. I'm Eden, a silly lil songbird (songbat?) that enjoys a lot of things. I'm here to be silly, share my art and thoughts, and just have a good time. My pronouns are he/it/blood/fang/bat, occasionally with a few additions. Most times I prefer he/it/blood.

I'm taking art requests!! See this post(link) for details!

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Things I enjoy:

Art (drawing, writing, music, etc)

Talking with friends!

The Magnus Archives, Murder Drones, Omori, Deltarune, The World Of Mr Plant, The Owl House, Arcane, Scream (1996), D&D, things like that

I am Non-binary, queer, neurodivergent, and otherkin (specifically vampirekin and batkin). If you have a problem with any of that, then get off my blog.

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Supporters of abusers (of ANY kind) and those who victim blame (no matter who the victim is): get the fuck off of my blog, you are not welcome here.

If you do not believe victims and support them, even if the situation hasn't been proven true yet, then I don't want you on my blog.

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Please try to keep discourse off of my blog.

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Now onto my tags!

#songbird text posts - any text post I make that isn't a reblog

#songbird is silly - exactly what it sounds like lol. Anything I post that's silly

#songbird gets an ask - answering an ask

#songbird drew a thing - anything I draw

#songbird is eepy - any post I make while excessively tired (or just tired in general) and you can really see it.

#songbird writes - anything I write

#songbird asks a question - any question I ask, typically a poll

#songbird vents - a vent post I make (these usually get deleted once I feel better) - feel free to block this tag ofc!

#songbird oc - talking about my ocs or posting something about them

#songbird art requests - art that I made for a request! see this post(link) for reference if you want to send a request :D

#eden's daily song - daily (not anymore) posts where I post my favorite lyrics from whatever song is invading my brain that day

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#fren (or any variation) - talking with my friendos/mutuals

#important - anything I find important

#resources - anything I might use as a resource for drawing, writing, etc.

#roleplay - any roleplay I reply to

#ask game - any ask game I post/reblog

#ask game response - posting the response to any ask game that I get

#tag game - any tag game I do

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I also use tone tags and trigger warnings where I find necessary. If there is something here you would like me to add, please tell me!

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Thank you for reading this. May the moon guide you safely home 💞

All tags mentioned here are tagged below, so if you want to get to a tag on my blog just click on these. They're out of order lol but still all there.

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chipped-chimera · 1 year ago

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[// DATA TAGS: MOBILE NAV //]

Welcome to my semi-comprehensive tag map! Generally I try pretty hard to keep everything tagged appropriately for blacklisting/filing purposes so I can find stuff later. This is a list of tags I feel are most consistently used for various reasons or I plan on using. I am a big advocate for the curated dash experience, please blacklist tags if you’re not into them.

This remains a constant WIP, I’ll add new tags as I go.

[!// I try my best to make sure I tag any potentially sensitive/triggering content appropriately but stuff can be missed. Please let me know if you feel something needs to be tagged appropriately. //!]

[// CREATIVE STUFF //]

My Art - Artworks I’ve done (Art Account @Kerynean) My Renders - 3D art stuff specifically. My Writing - Writing I’ve done/Currently Working On My Edits - Gaming-Related Edits (Screenshots/Gifs/etc.) My Gifs - Gifsets I’ve made. My Screenshots - My gaming screenshots/virtual photography. My Modding - Personal Mod talk, wip progress etc. My Mods - Mods I’ve released. My OCs - Personal blorbos. WIP - Any works in progress, can be modding or art etc.

[// PERSONAL TAGS //]

Kerytalk - Rambleposting/Personal Commentaries/WIP talk etc. Keryplays - Videogame Adventures. About Me - Personally relateable Content/Posts. My Face - The extremely rare selfie. Resources - Useful Stuff/Find Later Tag. Memes - Funny Things containment Tag. Audhd Things - Relevant or relateable to my Autism/ADHD wombo combo. Note to Self - Reminders about things. Ventposting- The rare venting post. Straya - I'm Australian and we love to truncate words, and here's the Aussie tag. SRB - Self-Reblog tag (usually for timezones) Q - Queue-post tag (when I remember to use it)

[// GAMING (AND RELEVANT TAGS) //]

Cyberpunk 2077

Cyberpunk 2077 ✛ CP2077 Fanart ✛ CP2077 Spoilers ✛ PL Spoilers ✛ Phantom Liberty ✛ Cyberpunk Lore ✛ Jackie Welles ✛ OC: Venatrix ✛ Jackie x V ✛ Fem V ✛ Masc V ✛ Enby V

Baldur’s Gate 3

Baldur’s Gate 3 ✛ BG3 Fanart ✛ BG3 Spoilers ✛ DND Lore ✛ Karlach ✛ BG3 Venatrix ✛ Karlach x Tav

Mass Effect

Mass Effect ✛ Mass Effect: LE ✛ Femshep ✛ Garrus Vakarian ✛ Shakarian

Other Tags

Virtual Photography Gaming Edit

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Cyberpunk 2077 Modding - Mod wip from myself and others, technical talk + resources etc. Cyberpunk 2077 Mods - Mod releases for Cyberpunk 2077. BG3 Modding - Mod wip from myself and others, technical talk + resources etc. for Baldur's Gate 3. BG3 Mods - Mod releases for Baldur’s Gate 3.

[// SOCIAL COMMENTARY //]

PSA - Public Service Announcement (this is important, probably look at it). Fandom Discourse - Any kind of meta-ish commentary on fandom. Fuck Corpos - For all my spite against the capitalist machine. This Has Been A Tag Rant - It’s a rant, but it’s in the tags (sorry). Tech Dystopia - Active documentation of our slide into CP2077 setting (apparently). Disabiliy / Ableism - I have disabilities so expect some of both. LGBTQ+ / Gender - I’m not straight either. Also expect me yelling about how gender is a social construct frequently.

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OC: Venatrix - My canon Cyberpunk 2077 V, the gothic/rock girl OG. BG3 Venatrix - It’s Ven but she’s a tiefling in the D&D universe now. Vibes: Venatrix - Posts/Aesthetics etc. I feel relate to Ven.

[// MISC TAGS //]

GIF - Any post that contains a gif (if I miss one, please let me know) for filtering. Polls - All tumblr polls. Art - Art from others, contemporary and/or historical. Writing - Anything I feel is writing relevant really. History / Science / Space - I am a nerd for this shit, expect it. Inspo - Stuff I find inspiring! Fish Nonsense - Containment tag for my own aquarium stuff (not reblogged content).

#mobile nav #sorry this is long I just got it finished and I know it's weird with mobile #pls ignore #for the pinned later

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ghost-living-downhill · 2 years ago

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An Actual About Me for Those Who Care About the Nitty Gritty Details and Stuff tm

ghoststuff12 -> ghostlygreeneyes -> hikikoghosti more-than-a-ghosti -> ghost-living-downhill

Important note: Please stop asking for donations in my inbox. I am unable to donate, and if you do this, I will immediately think you are a scam and delete your ask.

Thank you.

Last updated: 1. 17. 2025.

(This post is finally organized... >.>)

Some things about me:

☆ Call me Aster ☆

☆ I am neurodivergent, professionally diagnosed with autism ☆

☆ I post art sometimes, I'm a traditional, casual artist, only doing this for fun, my art tag is #just ghoststuff art ☆

☆ I might yap in the tags of rbs, or spam rbs, if this bothers you, don't be afraid to say so. ☆

☆ If you need me to add a tone indicator or a certain tag to a post or rb, feel free to say so. ☆

☆ My inbox and messages are always open, if you have anything you'd like to say :) ☆

☆ I have no DNI, but TERFs/radfems will be blocked on sight, and I am strongly anti-harassment, regardless of reason. If this bothers you, feel free to block me. Also, please don't brong discourse to my blog, or ask me about discourse. I'd prefer to keep this a peaceful space. ☆

☆ I finally caved and got a bluesky acc. it's my only other social. I treat it exactly like I do twitter, meaning I'm not as sociable on there. ☆

This is my updated sona/self insert, Heath. He is still a work in progress, because I want him to be an accurate representation of me. I like to put him in different outfits. I used both old and new art of him. (Although, you'll have to tap for better quality...)

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Interests (Highlighted in Red = Active/Main Ones):

◇ Anime/Manga - Yu-Gi-Oh (DM - ARC V), Naruto, Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no Yaiba, Hunter x Hunter, PreCure, Sailor Moon, Inuyasha, Bokusatsu Tenshi Dokuro-Chan ◇

◇ Cartoons - Danny Phantom, Steven Universe, The Owl House ◇

◇ Video Games - Fire Emblem, Persona, Ace Attorney, Genshin Impact, Sonic, Omori, The Coffin of Andy & Leyley ◇

◇ Multi-Media - Tinker Bell (Books + Movies), Higurashi: When They Cry (VN + Anime) ◇

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Kinlist:

Sunny (Source: Omori)

Tsubomi Hanasaki/Cure Blossom (Source: Heartcatch Pretty Cure/Precure)

Makoto Yuki/Minato Arisato (Source: Persona 3)

Sanemi Shinazugawa (Source: Demon Slayer/KnY)

Alhaitham (Source: Genshin Impact)

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Relationship F/O list (selfships):

♡ Shouta Aizawa (MHA/BNHA) ♡

♡ Kite (HxH) ♡

♡ Shinjiro Aragaki (Persona 3) ♡

♡ Scaramouche / Wanderer (Genshin Impact) ♡

♡ Giyuu Tomioka (Demon Slayer/KnY) ♡

♡ Shinobu Kocho (Demon Slayer/KnY) ♡

♡ Yuri Tsukikage (Heartcatch! PreCure) ♡

♡ Hikaru Hoshina (Star Twinkle! PreCure) ♡

I'm 100% okay with sharing all of them, so feel free to ramble about them w/ me! :3

Familial F/O List:

♡ Megumi Aino (Happiness Charge! PreCure) - Sister ♡

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My OCs are no longer going to be in this pinned post. Instead, I will make another post for all of my OCs and simply have a link here for it. The post is not ready yet, so this section is a work in progress.

My tag for my OCs is #just ghoststuff ocs, so if you'd like to see more of them, check it out. :)

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If you made it this far, thanks for reading. Enjoy the rest of my blog. :)

#about me #long post #just ghoststuff things #intro post

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softkuna · 4 years ago

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Sukuna || Interview || Fic

Part 1

Content ║ Punk!Sukuna x reader. There is an oc version here.

Beauty wasn’t in the eye of the beholder, no, it is in the mind. Sukuna was enraptured. Addressed again, he shifted his posture, leaning into the arm of the couch as she did with her chair. The two were close in their cohort. An air of comfortable conversation lingered between them, much to his dismay. Her question wasn’t unusual. He’d been asked it in the beginning of his career and one where he had a planned answer.

Count ║ 2,626 K

Consider ║ Swearing. Female Pronouns (she/her).

Creator ║ This is the reader version. I took the name of the oc out. Hopefully the double post isn’t too weird? I did research on punk fashion, culture, and all which was really interesting. I knew some stuff about it before, but it’s really rich! I hope it’s not too information dense for you guys. Either way, Punk!Sukuna is now my comfort au and writing him is an absolute delight!! Also, Sorry for changing from ‘you’ to she/her ;v; it’s a lot easier for me to write/edit this way.

Sukuna had a lazy grin as he lounged back into a modern cream sofa. His arm stretched across the back of it, ankle crossed over his knee. Eyes staggered from the two cameras set up to the woman talking with some other chick. One held a small stack of papers, the other was grandly gesturing. He breathed out a short-stop breath, wishing they wouldn’t waste his time with bickering. Annoying as it was, it left a thick self-satisfactory lather over his ego.

“-didn’t you say the band?”

“Yeah, but this is better.”

“Sure… but what happens if-“

Quite frankly, he hated most press and avoided it, so to just have him in the hot seat was a double-edged blade. They didn’t get the whole band, but they did have The King himself. Whatever publicity he thrived off of were live shows, signings, fancams, tangible and real-time events. Interviews were a complete and utter waste of his time. He did a couple in the beginning, but found them pointless, callous even. They all asked the same shit. So, him coming alone was absolutely a note to pin to the fridge, even if it were a passive-aggressive post-it note.

His head turned to the two going back and forth. It wasn’t until the third minute ticked by that Sukuna felt the flashpoint of his blood plummet, “Yo! We doing this or what? You’re wasting my time here, Eros.”

The blogger whipped her head to the man with an indignant, “Excuse me?”

“Eros. Known for being reckless and unreliable? Like your scheduling.” He leaned forward, elbow on knee and chin in palm. The aura of shit-eatery exponentially growing, “You’re not excused, sorry, not sorry Princess.”

“I think you have the wrong God,” She quipped as she dusted off the front of her outfit. It was a smart look and an intentional one for an interview with a punk rocker. What would strike the best complement than a khaki academic outfit? It consisted of a white high collared button up, sleeves billowing before cinching at her wrists. The blouse was stuffed into high-waisted, cuffed khaki chinos, pleated at the center of each pant leg. Over top, a gray woolen sweater vest. Accessories included various silver rings, a black ribbon to tie under the folded collar, and small silver studs as earrings. Makeup remained that done-up natural with brow, liner, and mascara. Hair had been swept into something similar to a faux 1920’s bob, pulled loosely back. The overall silhouette made the perfect contrast.

Sukuna wanted to peg her as your average superficial fashion bitch, he really did. Even at the concert, she dressed smartly despite the pathetic look on she wore on face. It wasn’t until afterwards when he saw the burn in her eyes, that he craved for her to prove him wrong.

Black flats clacked as she approached her own seat, a matching armchair to the couch. She held a certain command once she walked in, instructing him on where to be, which camera to look at, and what the introduction would be. He listened, admiring how her small frame moved to and fro, fixing up last minute edits on a paper, chattering with who he assumed to be a videographer. It was a whole production. One that was hers. The set itself was practically out of a home décor magazine. It was a general space used across the publisher, but she was born to be there. Deserved to be there. Her calculated glee and deliberate positioning of each member made him feel as though he were looking through a mirror.

The interview process began.

She sat professionally, legs crossed and leaning on the arm of her chair closest to Sukuna. He was unmoving, that slit to his lip curling upwards as the cameras began. She introduced the blog, the channel, her social media handles. With a smile, she introduced herself, “With me in this special is lead singer of Two Face, the King of Curses – Sukuna.”

The camera panned to his lazy wave, “Yo.” He looked to her, she looked to him and for a moment she thought she saw a flicker of interest. Maybe the man was meant for cameras after all.

“After looking more into the punk scene, there’s a pretty interesting history behind it. Revolution, social discourse, poverty, violence, and unity. As someone in the scene, can you talk a little bit about what you know of the background?”

Sukuna drank in her voice, smooth and warm like the steady strum of a bass guitar. For a moment, he wondered if she sang. He quirked a brow, “Sounds like you didn’t research enough to summarize it yourself,” Eyes flickered to her features, watching as slight annoyance crinkled onto her nose then smoothed, “Let me learn you, Daisy. Starting back from rock in the 50’s, take that, strip it, build it with shit you find in the backyard…” His wrist rolled as his harmonious voice sang on, lacking even a single stutter as he summarized the movement top to bottom, inside and out, “…So, people would make their own records, sell them in plastic bags, they’d scan and reprint photos to make their own ‘zines. Shit was hard to distribute without tech…”

Much of his dissertation, she hadn’t even found on her own deep dive into the culture. Sure, the anarchist and nihilistic ideologies were well known to pretty much anyone who would listen, but the deep history and connection between communities was far beyond the surface scratched into.

“There’s a crowd of sub-genres now. Fuck ‘punk is dead’ what even is that bull shit?” Sukuna scoffed, jerking his chiseled chin to the side, “Only thing that’s dead here is – ironically – peoples drive to change.”

His interviewer sat in silence for a moment, mind spinning. He spoke in the way a well-educated University professor gave a dissertation to his peers, dripping in confidence from his storm of information. He was articulate despite the fowl language, even including a tie in to modern perception. Excitement curled into the recess of her mind. In a delightful turn of events, expectation and reality didn’t match up.

She leaned forward slightly folding her hands over the arm of the chair, “That was comprehensive. Thanks!” She chuckled, causing the man before her to freeze and thaw with a nod. She continued, “With all of this mention of D.I.Y. culture in punk, let’s talk about Vivienne Westwood.”

Sukuna kept his attention to her profile as she spoke to the camera, catching himself in the glow of her enthusiasm, “On Kings Road in England, she kickstarted the fashion movement into gear. Now, many would think that with a style such as this, it would’ve been hand-me-downs, pins, self-stitching, but contrary to this belief, many of the clothes in her store were expensive. Knock offs circulated, and seeing as much of it did have that hand-done finishing touch, many decided to take tailoring to their own hands…” Not that this was a competition, but she found herself trying to prove his ‘research’ comment wrong. Her ability to scour and exhaust her resources of fashion history is the furnace that kept her going and she would make it well known that she was not to be challenged.

The approaching lurch of a stalemate stuck to the walls of the vocalist’s stomach. Something he didn’t think he’d feel for a while. Small stuff over here may not’ve known all there was about the cultural history, but he could feel the crashing wave of fascination washing over him as she spoke. Sure, some of it he knew. Some of it he naturally garnered from stylistic preference and others he learned for marketing, however there was just a certain target she aimed for with such precision that he bled a newfound admiration.

“You’ve answered it already, yeah, I know. I saw the interview,” Her head tilted to the side, pleasant smile hinting at her trick, “but enlighten me for a second about how your natural style transitioned to what it is on stage. We’ll put up some of the photos taken from last night here,” her hand gestured to some empty space, “You basically turned chiaroscuro and made it a performance. It’s obvious in how each member contrasted with themselves and the stage.”

The chick didn’t even know who he was a week ago, yet somehow watched every interview since the start? An answer tumbled from the tongue readily, “Punk is like a renaissance of music. Like I said before, it tore down the foundations of what was before and built something new out of it.” The words were succinct, but as her pretty lashes bat, he was goaded into continuing, “Contrast is important. I like art. I like plays. Just ‘cause it’s punk doesn’t mean I can’t have it look aesthetic? Or is that a word only snobby fashion journalists can use now?”

“Hm. Change ‘journalist’ to ‘vocalist’ and you’re a word away from meeting the requirement,” It was a sour candy treat traded for his lemon warhead.

“Ouch. Miss Blog-Spot here has some sass,” His large frame leaned further into the armrest, cheek resting on that fist.

“Mister Eight-Track here is some a–“

The videographer clapped his hands, “We have sponsors, you know. We can at least censor him.”

It was Sukuna’s time to laugh a loud, hyena-like cackle. A large hand smacked his leather-clad knee. She scrunched her nose again, biting back her tongue from childishly jutting out at him.

As soon as the videographer clapped his hands again, she recollected herself, shuffled her papers, and continued on, “From what it looks like, you took a mixture of old and new high-trend brands and added a touch to them to keep with theme. Even now, you’re wearing a Real McCoy with cone spikes embedded. Is that custom made? McCoy isn’t cheap.”

Part of him hated her keen eye, but reveled in her raw talent all the same. “I’m not going to bull shit you and say I dumpster dive for my clothes. I like high quality things. What’s the point in making money if I can’t spend it? What’s a bigger ‘fuck you’ than having your version of a top-brand item being worth more than the original?” With a proud glint in his eye, he rolled the jacket off, sure to make a grand display of strong, bare arms as he did so. The muscle tank he wore was similar to the concert before, white with a pocket, neckline was stretched and worn. It hung over the dense muscle of his shoulders and chest. Sukuna could feel the trail of her eyes on him. His chest puffed from her approval. He threw the jacket over his knee, flipping the leather inside out to show where the studs had been placed, “See this? Did it myself.”

Manicured fingers touched the inside of the jacket, thumbing the connecting points that the studs were pressed in by and sealed. The work was immaculate. Sukuna leaned back, canines gleaming as he saw her mouth move in a silent ‘wow’. He picked the front of his tank top, snapping it up and allowing it to billow back to his body, “Embroidered this, too.”

He waited for her comment, her praise. Why? Like he needed some two-bit Vanderbilt bitch’s validation. He chalked it up to being praised by a master of the craft. He hadn’t been prepared for her to take the fabric between her fingers and rub it, concentrated brows cinched like a corset. Well-toned abs flinched in response to her delicacy, but she didn’t notice.

The embroidery was messy and chaotic, but it was obviously intentionally. The way the needlework was so clean, barely leaving a hole from the pull of the exceptionally soft fabric. It wasn’t floral like in the concert, but abstract stitching created crosses and streaks here and there, using the composition of the fabric as like it were a canvas. Experimentalist. It was like touching the work of Westwood herself.

God, she hated how perfect it was. It squeezed her heart to know that he was so effortlessly multi-talented. She rubbed the fabric between her fingers once more, attention being stolen by his baritone voice. She could practically hear the treble in it, “Ey Princess, you think it’s okay to just touch me?” His breath caught under the arrogant teasing of his words. Not from the words themselves. Couldn’t care less about that. What choked him up was whatever resplendent emotion flared from them when she peered up to him.

“Let me check the tag.”

“What?”

The blogger leaned back, cheekily snapping the shirt as she did so. “Your shirt, can I check the tag? I want to see what its made out of. Also, sorry.”

Sukuna blinked twice, mouth stupidly hanging open before he leaned forward, “I’ll allow it.”

He may have tinnitus, but he wasn’t deaf enough yet to miss the mocking ‘I’ll allow it,’ muttered under her breath. He wanted to laugh, but for the second time, the graze of chilled fingertips along his skin shut him up. Along the back of his neck, she fiddled to flip the collar and tug it. Her eyes squinted and a hum escaped her throat. Sometimes she wished she could read upside down. That’s when she sat on the back on the sofa and leaned closer, pulling the shirt to better read the small print. If Sukuna were a cat, he’d lean his head into her. The thought physically bothered him.

“I knew it. It’s American Pima. Thanks for letting me check.”

He missed the shiver her touch gave him as she sat back into her chair.

“While I have more questions for you, this video’s gotten pretty long already, so we’ll have to cut it a bit short here,” She gave a closing statement, motioning for her guest to do the same. With a thanks, the cameras were cut.

While the editor and videographer chatted together, She leaned heavily into the back of her chair, poised posture slipping into something more comfortable. Long lashes slid closed and a heavy drag of breath lifted her chest. Sukuna’s eyes trailed along her form, contemplating Eros once more.

She exhaled sharply, “I do appreciate you coming on stage. It’s disgusting how talented you are.” She laughed, cracking an eye open to meet his, “I prepped a lot of questions thinking you’d be short with me. It’s a shame I only got to ask a few.”

He was surprised himself. It was more than just her talent to make him talk - she may have been the first to see him as an opportunity rather than a commodity. ‘She would be the first and last reporter to see me as a meal’ was the thought he had going into this interview. He had every single intention to shut down her buffet, make it apparent that he was not to be dined on by a single soul. Yet, if his dish were ‘opportunity’, hers would be ‘intrigue’. He wanted to devour it, to know its palette and identify its spices. It was a compulsory urge to order, just to see why he craved it in the first place.

“Film the next few concerts. Backstage.”

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femboydagothur · 3 years ago

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hello, welcome to my little elder scrolls blog. this is just a little intro post.

my name is jamez and i like and follow from @jamesbranwen.

my icon is a commission of my OC crowe, drawn by the very talented strawbeemi :)

i've played TES III-V. i haven't played ESO but i read the lore because i’m really autistic :)

this blog is not spoiler free for any elder scrolls game!

i might tag stuff with character names if they remind me of a character or their story.

my last dragonborn, crowe, is very important to me. my other characters are nireya (dragonborn), rel (dragonborn), ri’saari (hero of kvatch), and lyrra (nerevarine).

i'm an adult and i don't have time for discourse. there may be adult content here. i want to fuck a telvanni wizard.

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saturninespace · 5 years ago

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hi yes hello i jumped on the trend of redesigning the hazmat motel characters. i have a bit to say about the designs and few notes on the characters themselves as well! i have nothing better to do, really. ((lots of words under the cut!))

charlie is probably the least annoying to look at, her design is okay, albeit a bit generic. i played off of her original colour pallette, gave her short hair instead of... whatever it was supposed to be, and tried to make her look a bit more like royalty, because she is a princess, so it should be more obvious. i also tried making her more goat-esque, because goats are normally associated with demons! and also she has ears now. the character herself is fine too, if only she took herself more seriously and realized that not every sinner can be forgiven.

and uh.... v@ggie. that name makes me so uncomfy, so i changed it for this. it’s valerie now. her design was still fine, it just seemed once again, bland and weird. i made her more symmetrical, made her a part of the short hair gang, and gave her a more moth like design in general. she’s supposed to be a moth, which isn’t obvious, so i made it so. also, i kept the x’s, but moved them to her knees and sleeves. as for her character, she should just be more chilled out, and less of a play on the “angry, aggressive latina” stereotype, and maybe make her not the butt of jokes. it’s not cute.

next is angel, and i, dare i say it, hate him. his design is stupid and he’s another stereotype! or rather, every harmful gay archetype rolled into one, so that maybe should be cut back on. it’s kind of gross. he could still have his job of, uh, y’know, but that shouldn’t be his entire personality. for his design, i made him more humanoid and based my idea off of the older iterations of his character, because being part of the mafia is so much cooler than what he is now. maybe that’s because he’s nothing more than a joke now, but i digress. i also cut back on the patterns and made him generally more animation friendly. also, hat.

and lastly, alastor. i fear no man, but his atrocious design... it scares me. anyway, i based his outfit more on those of the 1930′s and played around with the deer aspect of him. his colours are in greyscale now because the original ones are horrible and annoying to look at. i also had the idea of him speaking through the microphone on his cravat, and his face doesn’t change, just to be more uncanny. he looks like a middle schooler made his design, which wouldn’t be particularly bad, if that was the case. and even if he was made for fun, it’d be much more tolerable. as for his character, i’d just make him less like a crappy creepypasta oc and more of his own thing. he’s generic, which is honestly disappointing. also, i’d make him more of a villian, like, it should’ve been better established. or at the very least, establish what kind of character he’s supposed to be.

in conclusion, i don��t like hahoo hotel in any respect, and i don’t like v1vziepop as an artist. nor a person, for that matter, but i’m not a discourse blog so that’s not important. now let’s just hope to god i don’t decide to keep these designs as my own oc’s.

#take these critiques as you will i am not a proffessional #ayden's art #digital art #drawing #art #illustration #trashbin hotel #anti hazbin hotel #anti vivziepop #hazbin hotel rewritten #hazbin hotel redesign

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starlight-drive-in · 5 years ago

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All My Life, for You - Ch. 9: Sons of Shame

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Fic Description:

Mi-Cha and Saeyoung have been happily married for 5 years and their lives have never been happier. The same could be said for Saeran who is now in a much healthier place than he was a few years ago. The twins are close once again, their lives are healthy and normal for the most part. It would seem the picture perfect happily ever after, if it weren’t for the fact that someone who has been looking for them for a long time is about to make an unwelcome appearance.

Saeyoung has two things in this world he has sworn to protect, and nothing is going to stop him from keeping his promise this time.

(Check AO3 Link for Tags)

Relationships: Saeyoung Choi/MC (named), Saeran Choi/OC

Chapter Description:

Saeyoung learns more about what's going on at his childhood home. Unknown makes a unexpected appearance, falling into his old anger and blame at Saeyoung and in turn, gains some perspective from Mi-Cha.

Notes:

I had some time off this week due to being sick (Please ignore any cold medicine induced mistakes) and was finally able to crank this baby out. Writing all the parody names for things from the game was a lot of fun. On the other hand, a lot of the chapter was very emotional to write- so heads up for mentions of childhood trauma, cursing, and familial arguments I suppose?

AO3 Link | First Chapter

Mi-Cha sits idly on the bed in the room she shares with her husband, staring at the screen of her laptop, trying to catch up on emails from clients she missed while on vacation. Try as she may each word she reads is forgotten in an instant, drowned out by her anxiety. There has to be something she can do to help her husband and brother-in-law. Something to help them all stay safe, they’re both always working so hard, it’s hard not to feel a tad useless at times like this.

Of course, if she asked them they would tell her that she was helping in just the way she had for so long. That emotional support was just as important as all their expertise in computers, or as Saeyoung’s gun training or Saeran’s ability to be neither seen nor heard, but it never felt that way to her.

She clicks another email, not even getting through the greeting line before her mind drifts again. Sometimes she forgets how much hidden discourse followed the twins, how truly controversial their existence was. But the truth was no matter how dangerous Saeyoung was, and how many times he had tried to make her realize this, no one else had ever made her feel safer. They lived in a bulletproof, undetectable-by-satellite bunker, and were armed to the teeth for god’s sake. So why was she still so damned worried? Well, the man threatening them was the Prime Minister after-all and as of right now he was looking like a top candidate for the presidency, which would make him even more powerful. It was logical to be worried at a time like this, she reasons.

But this felt different, it felt bad in a way nothing ever has to her before. She wasn’t even this scared when they went to Mint Eye all those years ago. Sure, she had a level of fear but she had a good feeling everything would work out, which had been right for the most part, at least she thinks, as a pang of guilt washes over her in V’s memory mostly, but not completely.

She was being ridiculous, the twins were practically reality’s equivalent to superheroes. Nothing had stopped them in 26 years, not even each other. With them working together? Their father didn’t stand a chance. Right?

She drops her head into her hands with a defeated sigh.

“Uh-oh.” Saeyoung’s voice pierces the silence, having just entered the room. “I know that sigh.”

Mi-Cha peaks out at him through her fingers.

“That’s my MC’s Trademark Defeated Sign of Ultimate Stress,” He says with a worried smile.

She drops her hands and looks at him with a weak smile. “I may be slightly concerned, yes”

He plops down on the bed, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as she sits cross-legged in the middle of their bed and nestles her against his chest.

“Hey, don’t worry. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

She gently pushes off of him and looks him closely in the eyes, “I’m not worried about me Sae, I’m worried about you.”

“Oh.” He blinks, looking almost surprised. “You don’t have to worry about me, I’m used to this kind of stuff.”

“Saeyoung.”

“Hmm?”

“That doesn't make it any better”

“Yea, I know.”

“I’d be lost without you Sae, I-” She stops to take a breath and push back a tear “I can’t lose you. I could lose anything else in my life and I’d learn how to deal with it but I can’t lose you.” Her voice cracks at the end of her sentence as he pulls her back into him and rubs her back soothingly.

Tears pool up in his eyes but he says nothing. She’s a strong woman, the strongest he knows. He knows she’d be able to live without him if it came down to that even if she doesn’t believe that right now. He kisses the top of her head. “I love you.” He mummers in a broken voice.

“I love you too.” She pauses “Even if you do have a Superman complex”

He chuckles through the tears. “I don't have a Superman complex!”

She snorts incredulously. “Uh-huh sure, and Jumin’s poor.”

He huffs into her hair, defeated. His wife wasn’t exactly wrong.

They sit for a few minutes, relishing the closeness of each other until a short knock at their open bedroom door grabs their attention.

“Hey uh, I think I’m going to go to bed” Saeran notifies the pair “My head hurts pretty bad and I think I need to lie down for a while. Unless you need me for something?” he prompts Saeyoung.

“Nah, you head to bed bro. I’ll hold down the fort. There’s Tiaranol in the bathroom if you need it,” Saeyoung lets him know.

“Thanks, I’ll be ok,” Saeran nods before heading down the hall to his bedroom.

When she hears the bedroom door shut Mi-Cha speaks up, “So I assume that means you won’t be coming to bed?”

“Mmmmm no I’m sorry, baby.” He says getting up from his spot on the bed.

“It’s ok.” She says, trying to hide her disappointment, “Evildoers don’t exactly wait for their victims to get don’t with restful night’s sleep. Even if their wives will be left all alone in a cold bed.” She pouts playfully.

He chuckles, “But this way you get all the blankets you want!”

“Oh true.” She answers, smirking and sinking in between the covers, cuddling them up to her face. “Ok, good luck with your work!” “Hey!” He pouts.

“I’m just messing with you Sae. I love you, please stay safe while you work.” She sits back up pressing a kiss so desperate to his lips that he can feel the urgency in it. She quickly deepens it, their tongues mingling together for a brief moment before she pulls away bashfully, realizing this wasn’t exactly the time for such things. “If I even can work after that.” He says rubbing his thumbs over her cheeks as he holds her face close to his.

“I have faith in you, God Seven.” She says with one more quick peck to his lips.

He groans “You know that doesn’t make things any easier” nuzzling her nose.

“Oops.” She says, getting back under the covers.

He kisses her forehead. “Goodnight My One and Only Life’s Main Character.” She giggles, “Goodnight My Adorably Too-Cheesy-For-His-Own-Good Husband.”

He gives her one last adoring smile before leaving the room. As he rounds the corner, the smile drops completely from his face and turns into one of complete determination as he heads back to the workroom.

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Some people say those who talk to themselves are geniuses, others say they’re crazy. Saeyoung Choi was likely both. The hammering of his keyboard and his own voice had been his soundtrack of the night for hours now. He wonders aloud how he used to do this every day, all alone in this house all by himself without seeing anyone for weeks except Vanderwood. It hadn’t even been very long and the loneliness was already setting in.

He picks up his phone and taps his wife’s contact info on impulse “She’s sleeping, she needs her sleep. Don’t wake her up.” He tells himself as he puts his phone back down, pushing it away. “Five years and I still haven’t learned how to focus on my work without trying to call her” He smiles affectionately.

It had been so long since he pulled an all-nighter alone like this. Usually, while he was working his freelance jobs from home and she was working out of her office in the city as an event planner, they’d be messaging throughout the day. So it made sense that he would have the urge to text her while working now also.

“Damnit me, focus!” he says to himself. “I have to see if I can override the shut down on one of those cameras, whatever they’re using that place for it can’t be good.” He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, recentering himself before continuing his quest.

Although proving harder than he had originally bargained for Saeyoung does eventually hack into one of the CCTV’s near his childhood home and get a feed going, all without alerting himself to whoever originally triggered the block through government portals. He presses the final key and waits for the feed to start up. Throwing himself a two-second victory party in the meantime, he finger guns at the screen and then blows of each “gun” as if he were some type of cowboy in an old western and he just won some type of duel.

As the live feed loads in, Saeyoung cringes. “Yea, that's definitely our old house,” he says to no one. Right now there are no signs of activity but in his head, he’s right there again, He remembers that street like the back of his hand. Remembers walking down it and feeling scared out his mind that someone his father sent was going to murder him as soon as he passed the corner. He remembers leaving once every few days with a shopping list in his head and a couple thousand Won he had to figure out how to stretch enough to cover everything his mother needed. Wanted he tells himself, she never needed 3 bottles of hard liquor a day. The things they really needed were never on the list, like medicine or decent food.

He remembers being shoved out that very door he can see right now in the feed accompanied by shrieks and Saeran’s cries, him begging Saeyoung not to go, followed by a loud slam. But he had to go. If he didn’t go, if he didn't get her what she wanted what would she do to him? More importantly, what would she do Saeran?

He always had to go, to protect his brother. And then he had to go for good, and that should have protected him.

Saeyoung shakes his head, not wanting to go down that path of blame right now. His brother was here now, and he was safe. Well, mostly safe. And in order to make sure he stays that way Saeyoung has to stay focused.

And so his remote stake-out began. Just him, his computer chair and a live feed of the place that had been the stage to his childhood trauma for 15 years.

He pops open a bag of Honey Buddha Chips and a Ph.D. Pepper from the mini-fridge under his desk and sits back, placing his socked feet up on his desk. “A regular ol’ party up in here!” He exclaims to no one, again. He places a chip in his mouth and mutters in between chewing, “Seriously, how did I used to live like this?!

47 minutes and 36 seconds later something catches his eye on the feed. A car pulls up, more specifically a Bercedes-Bentz S-Class (W222), A car he immediately recognizes as the same model the current president is typically transported in.

“Getting a bit ahead of yourself there aren't ya pops?” He says, saving the image of the vehicle that no doubt was ordered fully loaded, and with all the same safety and security features as the State Car.

“You wouldn't hack a car.” He says dramatically. “Oh wait! Yes, I would! Not now though, later”

He enters a search on the plate number in the meantime.

Two men get out of the front of the car and meet at the back passenger door, opening it in true royal fashion.

Saeyoung scoffs at the sight of the man who fathered him. Saejoong goes around back and opens the trunk of the car, stepping back so that his two underlings can get in there. Saeyoung can’t see around the back of the vehicle from his vantage point but from the way the two men's heads keep cresting the top of the car and then lowering again he can infer they must be unloading something or some things.

Saeyoung is so absorbed in watching the feed he doesn’t even notice someone else enter the workroom. He watches as the two men carry in a crate of bottles of something he can’t quite place.

“What a smug motherfucker.” He hears a voice say.

Saeyoung immediately jumps up from where he was sitting leisurely on his chair, his bag of chips and soda can crash unceremoniously to the floor.. “SHIT!” Saeyoung exclaims, “You scared the shit out of me, Saeran.”

The other person in the room smirks. “Try again.”

“Shit,” Saeyoung repeats quieter this time, stunned at the fact Unknown had willingly come into the room where he knew Saeyoung was. “Um, hi?”

“Look I don't want to be here as much as you don’t want me here but I have to check up on things if I want to make sure things are getting done correctly around here.”

Saeyoung can’t help but feel insulted at the insinuation but bites his tongue and tries not to upset the man. “Thanks for the warning, by the way, it was really helpful.” Unknown nods curtly before looking up at the screen, a look of disgust Saeyoung is used to being directed at him on his face, “What the fuck are they doing there?”

“We’re not sure yet,” Saeyoung says softly.

“Ugh.” Unknown groans, dispelling a trail of thought he’d rather not address as he watches the two men return from the house and pick up another crate before heading back toward the house again.

“Wait.” Unknown says urgently rushing closer to Saeyoung’s console, promptly shoving him out of the way. “Move.”

Saeyoung obeys without argument as the man occupying his brother’s body zooms in on what the men are carrying.

Saeyoung jumps and winces and Unknown slams his fist onto Saeyoung’s keyboard. “FUCK!” Unknown exclaims.

“What?!” Saeyoung asks in a hasty tone.

Unknown whirls around on him. “Are you fucking stupid?! Do you have any idea what that shit is?!”

Saeyoung balks at him, feeling pretty clueless as he shakes his head in the negative.

“That’s the Elixir of Salvation.” Unknown states.

Saeyoung’s eyes lock onto the screen again “What? H-how?!” He exclaims remembering the few stories hs brother had told him about the vile liquid.

Unknown throws his hands out wildly. “How should I know dipshit?! I haven't exactly been around to make sure the shit was gotten rid of properly.”

Saeyoung’s eyes widen at the accusation “If I remember correctly you weren’t very interested in disposing of it at all. If it was up to you, you’d probably have a bottle in the fridge right now.”

Unknown grits his teeth “Don’t turn this around on me! That shit fucked me up too! Did you ever think about that? Hmm? Sure it was great that it kept him out of the way but don’t you think for one minute that you know anything about me or what she used to do to me with that shit.” His voice becoming more hysterical.

“Saeran was right.” Saeyoung realizes.

Unknown scoffs “About what?”

“You have changed.”

“Fuck you.” Unknown spits.

Just then another voice pierces the air. “Saeyoung? S-Saeran?” Mi-Cha asks timidly, already knowing she’s wrong about the second one.

Unknown turns to look at her. “Oh hey Princess, long time no see.”

Mi-Cha ignores the pet name and looks at him pointedly “Is it true?” She asks him, approaching the two men, “Have you changed?” making it obvious she had heard them.

He sighs frustratedly in response. “Look I don’t know much about that, I don't have a lot of time to soul search as you might imagine. All I do know is that if your precious Brother-in-law touches that shit it's over for him, and if it's over for him, it's over for me. So here’s what you are going to do for me" he says, turning to Saeyoung, "You’re going to make sure he sees none of this. You’re going to make sure he has no idea the Elixir is involved and you are under no circumstances, to let him go there.” he takes another few steps towards Saeyoung, who is now backed up against the wall. "And if you do, I will be back with such a vengeance and just enough time to make sure you never see the light of day again and don't worry because I will be at death's door so I will have no issue taking you with me."

"At that point, I wouldn't try to stop you," Saeyoung says somberly. "I'd deserve it."

Mi-Cha frowns listening to the defeatist tone her husband seems to take on whenever Saeran’s alter makes an appearance.

Unknown backs off of Saeyoung "Good, so we're on the same page for once." He smirks.

“I think I get it,” Saeyoung says once he’s gained some of his personal space back.

“Do you?” Unknown questions, raising his eyebrow doubtfully.

Saeyoung nods, “You were created to keep Saeran safe during, well during everything that happened to him. You were created to protect him from the things he couldn't protect himself from and that's why you’re here now, he told me as much. I was doubtful at first but now it is obvious, I think we have a lot more in common than you think.” Saeyoung tries.

Unknown recoils as if burned, “I’m nothing like you. I saved him when you left. I kept us safe when you abandoned him. I took over to shield him from years of torture in the name of salvation the best I possibly could and you were nowhere to be found! I’m not like you, I’m much, much better.”

“That isn’t fair,” Mi-Cha interjects.

Unknown turns to her incredulously “Not fair?”

‘What happened to all of you wasn't Saeyoung’s fault.”

“Mi-Cha it’s ok” Saeyoung tries to tell her.

“No Saeyoung, it’s not ok. What happened to the two of you- the three of you. It wasn’t your fault. It was your mother’s ,and your father’s, and Rika’s, hell even V is more to blame than you were but you did the only thing you thought you could do. You thought you were protecting him, you could have never fathomed what was to come.”

She motions to Unknown now, “And you! Have you ever actually listened to his story? If the roles were reversed, how do you know Saeran wouldn't have done the same? Listen to Saeyoung, and if you can’t do that, then at least listen to Saeran because I know he’d have some choice words for you if he were here right now.”

“You don’t know what I’ve been through!” Unknown screams hysterically, not taking his eyes off her, behind him she can see Saeyoung quietly remove a taser - a leftover of Vanderwood’s - from his desk drawer. He could beat Saeyoung up as much as he wanted, but if even laid a finger on Mi-Cha he was going down.

Mi-Cha nods reassuringly “You’re right. You’re completely right, I don't know what you’ve been through. All I know is that it was extremely hard and long and that neither you nor Saeran deserved it and for that, I am so, so sorry but please, try to take another look at everything. I can tell you’re a different person than you were five years ago, people grow and change, they learn to process their past and recover but first, you need to give yourself a chance. Give us a chance too, we’re not as bad as you think.”

Unknown scoffs “You’re fine.” He mumbles, “It’s him I can’t stand.” He says a bit more venomously.

“Have you ever thought your anger may be a bit displaced?” She says in the softest one she can manage. “Just think about it ok? Do some of that soul searching you haven't had time for.”

Unknown looks down, folding his arms and doesn’t respond for a while. He rubs the bridge of his nose with one hand and then groans. “I’m going to bed.” He mumbles stepping carefully around Mi-Cha and walking down the hall.

When the door shuts Saeyoung stares at her stunned. “How do you do that?”

Mi-Cha breathes a sigh of relief “Do what?” “Take the fight out people like that?”

“Just some good ol’ psychoanalyzation I suppose.” She shrugs awkwardly.

“You’re amazing,” He says closing the gap between them and hugging her.

“It’s not that impressive.” She says trying to brush it off.

“It really is though.” He responds with finality. “It seems you’ve saved me again.”

“You would have been fine.” She assures him.

“Alive maybe, but I prefer my face free from black eyes,” he says, going over to the console to rewind the video, ensuring he didn't miss anything after things had started to get heated.

Usually, she’d have a witty response for him but right now she’s feeling emotionally and physically exhausted, both from the previous exchange and lack of sleep.

Saeyoung confirms the car on screen drove away shortly after what he saw and sets up the feed to record onto his hard drive as well as a motion detection program linked to an app on his phone in case anything happens before morning. He acts with purpose but Mi-Cha doesn't miss the slight tremble in his fingertips, or the worried crease on his usually smooth forehead.

When he’s done he puts his computer on sleep mode and wraps an arm around his wife’s shoulders, pulling her with him out of the room, “Come on, let’s get some rest.”

“Do you think he’ll be ok in there?” She asks looking down the hall at Saeran’s room as they cross the hallway.

Saeyoung follows her eyes “I think you’ve given him something to think about.”

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Annnnd that's where we'll leave off! I was a little nervous about this chapter. Hopefully you've enjoyed the new developments!

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger fanfic #707 x MC #Saeyoung Choi #Saeran Choi #MC (Mystic Messenger)#Saeyoung x MC #707 mysme #unknown mysme #amlfy #all my life for you

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878-sparksofmagic · 6 years ago

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yEEt

Tagged byyyy! Pat! @i-dont-sell-urls so,, yeEt

Nicknames: Emilt, Em,, uh my dad calls me Gracie? emily is too tiny to have a nickname pfft oH some people still call me Sparky.

Zodiac: Scorpio so Fuck Off H8ters (sfgjk)

Height: Uh i don’t actually know probably like 5.4 ft

Time: its 5:40 pm baby

Favorite Band/Artist: FOB is Lit but so are TOP and like IDKHBTFM which has the best abbreviation tbh. looks like a keysmash, probably to appeal to the gays. it works.

Song stuck in my head: same as pat actually im always listening to music pfftt.

Last movie I saw: Venom with my friend Jess

Last thing I googled: Foam Minecraft Sword (it was v important)

Side blogs: Go follow my dragon blog its the only other active one sgfhgjf @dragon-central ooo or my Ace/Aro positivity blog maybe @acepositivity4thewin (theres some discourse tho because some people are dumb)

Do I get asks?: Very rarely but like i hardly post so ye

Why did I choose this username?: Its partly my lov of magic,, the name of my first OC,, and my favorite number, 878.

Average amount of sleep: 9 whole hour-oners

Lucky number: 878 i guess!

What am I wearing?: T-shirt and jeans as usual

Dream job: Psychologist, ocean cartographer, or maybe something political.

Dream trip: Wanna,, see great barrier reef. and the northern lights!

Favorite food: normal lasagna,, also pizza and snickerdoodle coookies

Instruments you play: Trumpet!! loud tooter. tryna learn keyboard too

Eye color: blue-green

Hair color: Bronzey brown!

Describe your aesthetic: magical gay space i hope

Languages you speak: english and like the smallest littlest bit of Spanish

Random fact: Once i licked a fork i found outside stuck on a fence in the school parking lot on impulse

gonna tag like,,, @wilderdragon334 who hasnt been tagged? i have no idea ive been neglecting tumblr sfhgkj

#tag game #me

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softkuna · 4 years ago

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Sukuna || Interview || Fic - oc

Part 1

Content ║ Punk!Sukuna x oc. There is a reader version here.

Count ║ 2,626 K

Consider ║ Original Character. Swearing. Female Pronouns.

Creator ║ I swear this will go somewhere, I just enjoy the set up too much. So this is the version with the oc that I have. Her first name is Koyori. I have tagged this so that if you dislike ocs, you can read the other version. But! If you like ocs, hopefully you’ll like her ;v;. I did research on punk fashion, culture, and all which was really interesting. I knew some stuff about it before, but it’s really rich! I hope it’s not too information dense for you guys. Either way, Punk!Sukuna is now my comfort au and writing him is an absolute delight!!

“-didn’t you say the band?”

“Yeah, but this is better.”

“Sure… but what happens if-“

Koyori whipped her head to the man with an indignant, “Excuse me?”

Black flats clacked as she approached her own seat, a matching armchair to the couch. Koyori held a certain command once she walked in, instructing him on where to be, which camera to look at, and what the introduction would be. He listened, admiring how her small frame moved to and fro, fixing up last minute edits on a paper, chattering with who he assumed to be a videographer. It was a whole production. One that was hers. The set itself was practically out of a home décor magazine. It was a general space used across the publisher, but she was born to be there. Deserved to be there. Her calculated glee and deliberate positioning of each member made him feel as though he were looking through a mirror.

The interview process began.

Koyori sat professionally, legs crossed and leaning on the arm of her chair closest to Sukuna. He was unmoving, that slit to his lip curling upwards as the cameras began. She introduced the blog, the channel, her social media handles. With a smile, she introduced herself, “I’m Yama Koyori, and to join me in this special is lead singer of Two Face, the King of Curses – Sukuna.”

The camera panned to his lazy wave, “Yo.” He looked to her, she looked to him and for a moment she thought she saw a flicker of interest. Maybe the man was meant for cameras after all.

Much of his dissertation, Koyori hadn’t even found on her own deep dive into the culture. Sure, the anarchist and nihilistic ideologies were well known to pretty much anyone who would listen, but the deep history and connection between communities was far beyond the surface scratched into.

Koyori leaned forward slightly folding her hands over the arm of the chair, “That was comprehensive. Thanks!” She chuckled, causing the man before her to freeze and thaw with a nod. She continued, “With all of this mention of D.I.Y. culture in punk, let’s talk about Vivienne Westwood.”

Sukuna kept his attention to her profile as she spoke to the camera, catching himself in the glow of her enthusiasm, “On Kings Road in England, she kickstarted the fashion movement into gear. Now, many would think that with a style such as this, it would’ve been hand-me-downs, pins, self-stitching, but contrary to this belief, many of the clothes in her store were expensive. Knock offs circulated, and seeing as much of it did have that hand-done finishing touch, many decided to take tailoring to their own hands…” Not that this was a competition, but Koyori found herself trying to prove his ‘research’ comment wrong. Her ability to scour and exhaust her resources of fashion history is the furnace that kept her going and Koyori would make it well known that she was not to be challenged.

“You’ve answered it already, yeah, I know. I saw the interview,” Koyori’s head tilted to the side, pleasant smile hinting at her trick, “but enlighten me for a second about how your natural style transitioned to what it is on stage. We’ll put up some of the photos taken from last night here,” her hand gestured to some empty space, “You basically turned chiaroscuro and made it a performance. It’s obvious in how each member contrasted with themselves and the stage.”

The chick didn’t even know who he was a week ago, yet somehow watched every interview since the start? An answer tumbled from the tongue readily, “Punk is like a renaissance of music. Like I said before, it tore down the foundations of what was before and built something new out of it.” The words were succinct, but as Koyori’s pretty lashes bat, he was goaded into continuing, “Contrast is important. I like art. I like plays. Just ‘cause it’s punk doesn’t mean I can’t have it look aesthetic? Or is that a word only snobby fashion journalists can use now?”

“Hm. Change ‘journalist’ to ‘vocalist’ and you’re a word away from meeting the requirement,” It was a sour candy treat traded for his lemon warhead.

“Ouch. Miss Blog-Spot here has some sass,” His large frame leaned further into the armrest, cheek resting on that fist.

“Mister Eight-Track here is some a–“

The videographer clapped his hands, “We have sponsors, you know. We can at least censor him.”

It was Sukuna’s time to laugh a loud, hyena-like cackle. A large hand smacked his leather-clad knee. Koyori scrunched her nose again, biting back her tongue from childishly jutting out at him.

“Let me check the tag.”

“What?”

The blogger leaned back, cheekily snapping the shirt as she did so. “Your shirt, can I check the tag? I want to see what its made out of. Also sorry.”

Sukuna blinked twice, mouth stupidly hanging open before he leaned forward, “I’ll allow it.”

“I knew it. It’s American Pima. Thanks for letting me check.”

He missed the shiver her touch gave him as she sat back into her chair.

While the editor and videographer chatted together, Koyori leaned heavily into the back of her chair, poised posture slipping into something more comfortable. Long lashes slid closed and a heavy drag of breath lifted her chest. Sukuna’s eyes trailed along her form, contemplating Eros once more.

He was surprised himself. It was more than just her talent to make him talk - she may have been the first to see him as an opportunity rather than a commodity. ‘Yami Koyori would be the first and last reporter to see me as a meal’ was the thought he had going into this interview. He had every single intention to shut down her buffet, make it apparent that he was not to be dined on by a single soul. Yet, If his dish were ‘opportunity’, hers would be ‘intrigue’. He wanted to devour it, to know its palette and identify its spices. It was a compulsory urge to order, just to see why he craved it in the first place.

“Film the next few concerts. Backstage.”

tags: @lovesakusa

#🐇.oc #⛩.sukuna #⛩.fic #⛩.punk #🍺.jjk #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna #ryoumen sukuna #sukuna x oc #ryoumen sukuna x oc #jjk x oc #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fic #jujutsu kaisen fic

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