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onedaughterofman · 1 year

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Untitled vignette #3 (Papa Emeritus III x Omega ghoul)

Summary: Terzo begs Omega to stay the night.

Warnings/tags: Angst. Forbidden love. Biblical references here and there. Around 2K words.

A/N: Help me, Terzo is pointing a gun to my face. He's forcing me to write this, guys. (Actually @coreyvoss and @vanmec amazing art has made me fall for these two and now I can't stop)

“I have to go back.”

“Stay.”

It’s pitch black in the bedroom, but Terzo doesn’t feel fear. A long time ago he learnt not to fear the darkness, but to embrace it as an old friend. In the light, his eyes have seen innumerable and incommensurable horrors, while in the dark he’s felt nothing but a warm welcoming.

Just like the silk bedsheets hug his naked body, the shadows drape in a comforting hold.

“You know I can’t.”

“Even if I order you to?”

The silence is oppressive, loud. Outside, the wind howls and dances around the trees, mixing with the cicadas’ eternal song. Terzo’s white eye, the one that marks his connection to the Emeritus’ lineage and his status as one of the chosen ones, shines bright as a warning.

If he decides to cast his order, the faint glow will become a shining, blinding light that will consume the darkness of the room.

In front of him, Omega tilts his head. There’s something on his pupils, a strong emotion Terzo can’t decipher no matter how hard he tries to. “You wouldn’t. You know I don’t like that.”

“Well, of course,” it’s the reply. Terzo’s voice is full of air, barely audible over the whistle of the wind. “You’re not my servant, after all.”

The bed frame creaks when the ghoul’s weight shifts. He sits up, letting the purple sheets fall from his torso and hung around his waist. Terzo’s fingers dart out to him, curl around the other’s forearm and squeeze until he can feel the twitch of muscle under the heated skin. “I still want you to stay.”

“I can’t.”

Like an unpleasant dream, the scenario always repeats itself. Terzo’s logical mind knows what they are doing is forbidden, a taboo, a punishable and shameful act. To have sex with a ghoul for ritualistic purpose is allowed, but not to lay with them in any other context.

More so, it’s unheard of a human, of a Papa to develop any kind of feelings towards them. The ghouls are servants, soldiers, they are followers lessen than humans. In hell, they are low rank creatures who feed off human’s energy like parasites.

To rest in bed with one, limbs tangled and fingers intertwined, is an offence. To cling onto them with tenderness and a heart heavy with love is even worse.

It doesn’t matter. Terzo is not one to follow ancient beliefs or hear the words of closed-minded elders. Still, Omega is tied to the rules, bound by a relatively clear contract.

“People won’t speak, and I’ll lie if they ask. I’ll say we were performing a sex magik spell, gathering energy for the upcoming full moon’s ritual. Whatever.”

A cloud of condensation forms in the air when Omega exhales slowly. He sighs, a hand moving to rub at his mask. Even without being able to observe his face, Terzo knows there’s a displeased expression on it. “I can’t see you without the Papal paint on.”

“Why not? Is that too blasphemous? Too profane?” Terzo teases, moving to sit up.“Will Lucifer himself strike you down with his unholy wrath?”

“Sathanas,” the ghoul corrects, voice gentle. There’s the ghost of a smile on his tone. “King Sathanas is the wrath one, according to you humans.”

“Right. Lucifer is pride. Sathanas, then?”

For a long moment, Omega stays in silence. Terzo’s nails absentmindedly trace patterns on the dark skin of his arms, travelling up and down and sending shivers across the demon’s spine.

That’s the thing with human vessels. They remain sensitive to pain and pleasure, in a way that a demon’s body is not. Being able to possess this carrier is a luxury someone like him can only achieve by making a pact with The Clergy. “King Asmodeus might laugh,” he replies, after a beat. “For my love would be stronger than my lust.”

“Oh, what a shame.”

Terzo’s bare chest moves when he exhales, air exiting his lungs in a series of hollow chuckles. There’s no genuine feeling behind his laugh, noting but an empty resignation. He knows the world of demons is and will always remain mostly a mystery for a simple human. It doesn’t matter if he’s Papa, or if he has studied scrolls after scrolls of mythology and occultism.

They belong to different worlds. Like the horizon doesn’t touch the ground, the earthly realm will never cross the infernal one. Any type of contact is only an illusion, a longing desire between the two of them. It’s in that infinite but minimal space where Terzo finds Omega, where he clings to him.

The ghoul’s voice is a low purr in his chest when he speaks up again. “But King Asmodeus is a hypocrite. You heard the story, right? From the Book of Tobit.”

“I barely recall it. Just some nonsense old men used to spew at me when I was around five years old.”

“It’s an old tale. More ancient than me.”

Terzo laughs. “That’s a lot.”

“You’re not young yourself, in human years.”

Even if he tries to appear upset, Terzo knows Omega is right. He has gotten old, something he both despises and dreads. When he was younger, he used to believe he’d never live to this age. Now, to be this old and still under the claws of The Clergy…

That’s shameful. He has become a conformist, someone who will go up a stage, sing and dance round and round for any resemblance of power and authority.

It’s all a lie, a deceit. A Papa is only a figurehead with no substantial power. He’s a marionette, a puppet with no visible strings. “Continue,” Terzo urges, through clenched teeth.

If Omega notices something is wrong, at least he doesn’t mention it. His arm moves, slithers over the other’s shoulders to pull him closer. Terzo’s skin is cold, naturally running at a lesser temperature that the one a demon can reach. “The tale says King Asmodeus used to haunt a woman. He killed anybody who dared to spose her, before they even managed to consummate the marriage. They said the King was infatuated with her, or simply rejoiced in the pain he caused.”

“That sounds like something people would say.”

“It does. To humans, infernal creatures are only monsters.”

Omega is right. Through history, the infernal divine has been painted as naturally evil, cursed. Demons have become nothing but bottom feeders, destroyers of the world and torturers of innocents. It’s a shame, because Terzo finds so much beauty in them, so many extraordinary qualities that humans can’t even dream to posses.

Breathing out, Terzo’s body falls onto his companion.“I find them quite charming, myself.”

“I know.”

“So? What happened then?”

“A human named Tobias, advised by archangel Raphael, married the woman.” Behind the mask, the demon’s eyes are lost in the distance. Terzo can see his dark pupils tremble, as if he could witness the scene developing right in front of him. “He tricked King Asmodeus into getting away from her, and then Archangel Raphael ambushed and sent him back to Hell.”

“Right, a tale as old as time. The dear angels always win over the wicked ones.”

Outside, the wind falls back into a faint whisper. It feels as if it has become full of their secrets, carefully lowering its voice to keep them safe and sound, away from prying ears.

Deep within the silence, Terzo muses over his words. “What happened, really?” He asks, and his tone is extremely mellow, too delicate.

“I don’t know. The King would be dead and gone before anybody hears it from him, but… stories fly around. Some think he grew attached to the woman and he killed her suitors because their lust for her was far more stronger than the love they felt.”

“He has a heart, then. One that wept for a woman.”

Without warning, Omega’s palm falls on his face. The pressure is surprising but not unwelcomed. Terzo’s fingers curl on the thick wrist, noting the size difference between the two of them. “Don’t say it out loud. He’ll overhear you,” the ghoul warns, but there’s a glint of amusement coating his sentences.

“I think a King of Hell has more important things to do than to mind little old me.”

Cold air hits Terzo’s skin when Omega’s hand drops from his face. There’s a remnant of smudged black and white paint on his palm, and Terzo tries to whip it away with the pad of his thumb. The ghoul stays in silence, lips tight and jaw locked. “You believe yourself so untouchable all the time,” he sighs. “Often I worry.”

“Luckily I have my own demon to take care of me.” The tease in his voice is way subtler than Terzo wanted it to be. For a long moment, he considers what to say and when he finally speaks there’s something thick coating his throat. Is it fear? Is it angst? “Will you kill them, Omega? Anyone who dares to try and bring harm to me?”

In slow motion, Omega’s head turns to stare at him. Even in the darkness, Terzo can recognize the heavy weight of his burning gaze. He doesn’t need to see it to believe it’s there. He’d recognize it anywhere, with eyes opened or closed, here and in the end of the world.

“If it were for me, no one would touch you.”

The sharp nails barely graze his cheekbone. Omega’s hand lingers above his face, floating in the air as if he was afraid to fully touch him, offering nothing but a fleeting caress. To have a monster, full of pointy teeth and long claws, handle him so carefully makes Terzo tremble deep inside.

Omega treats him like he’s precious, fragile even. He treats him as if he was something divine, a god among humans. For the first time in his life, when he’s with his ghoul, Terzo feels worshipped for who he is and not for who he’s supposed to be.

To Omega, he’s not an empty figurehead. He’s divine.

“Stay,” Terzo pleads, when the fingers begin to move away from him. The imploring tone of his voice is one that he uses for no one, that no one else shall hear. “Leave before the sun rises, if that’s what you want. In the dark, we’re free.”

“I’ll be gone before the morning,” Omega forewarns, letting his body fall on the pillow.

Even upon hearing those words, Terzo still clings to his wrist."I’ll keep the Papal paint on,” he rapidly comments, in an effort to disperse the emotions that contaminate the air. An insolent smile stretches his lips. “No profanities under this unhallowed ground.”

“I like you better with your paint on.”

“And I like you better with the mask on.”

The sound of laughter echoes through the carefully decorated room. Over the time, Terzo has filled the place with trinkets and paintings, with everything and anything that caught his eye. It was all in an effort to make that place feel more like a home and less like a prison.

Omega’s body is too warm. Terzo’s exposed skin feels on fire, but he endures the heat as he leans even closer, draping around the other. When the demon’s breathing is slow and peaceful, he decides it’s time to shatter the silence.“What happened to the woman?”

For a few seconds, Omega merely ponders on what to say. “She married a man, and they lived together under the glory and misericord of god, until the end of their days.”

“A boring, tragic fate.”

“Not everybody can love a demon.”

A soft, languish sound exits from the ghoul’s throat. Even with the mask concealing his face, Omega seems plagued by dread. A demon like him shouldn’t be capable of experiencing such raw emotions, for that is the fate of the humans.

Still, hidden in the shadows and embraced by the one who will become his downfall, Omega allows himself to dream. In the morning, he’ll deny it, but now…

Now he dreams, eyes closed and arms open.

Before the sleep overcomes them, Terzo’s voice rises again. “I’d say not everybody is lucky enough to be loved by one,” he comments, narrowing his eyes too.

Protected by the deep darkness, no Emeritus’ eye casting a judging glow and no kings of hell laughing at their misfortune, they rest in ephemeral bliss.

PS: I don't know what to say, except I'd die for them and I'm a sucker for big scary monsters falling in love with a human.

#the band ghost #ghost band fanfic #papa emeritus iii #omega ghoul #terzomega #papa terzo #terzo x omega #nameless ghouls #angst is my therapy #my writing #my fics

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ntls-24722 · 4 months

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Glamrock Freddy still hangs out with DJMM despite his awful transformation.

Despite his appearance, DJMM can't bring himself to completely hate this new form - it makes him an amazing singer. It's dumb, but this ability hits for a music man 🤷‍♂️

AWFUL franz kafka djmm lore below the cut ↓

ok so.

The Security Breach cast is turned human. Not sure how, not sure why, They were not born humans but were robots, now turned human. Whatever force that made the rest of the security breach cast (mostly) (by mostly i mean they still have ears and tails and such) human worked on DJMM for awhile, but he is noticably super tiny and doesn't look like himself at all. Even stranger is that he is consumed by this ravenous hunger that, while he satiates this appetite he growsnew arms and gets huge - He has no idea what's going on. The rest of the cast have some animalistic urges but they're generally related to the animal that they are (and in Chica's case, Chica is Chica) but he's having hungry hungry caterpillar bullshit largely unrelated to spiders and as they distance themselves to the plex and get used to human life, DJMM's quickly growing form is now difficult for the rest of them to accommodate. Eventually DJMM grows extremely tired, so he goes to his room for a nap but instead goes into turpor and metamorphizes in his room for 2 months

When he finally wakes up, well???

It's kind of implied that whatever force made them human, due to DJMM's ambiguously "half human, half not human" status, drastically underestimated how human to make DJMM and that's why he eventually ends up like that.

He does not lose sentience, but when he emerges as this horrible naked man that looks an awful lot like how he used to look (but worse), people (particularly, some of the Security Breach cast) begin to treat him as if he had lost his sentience. And... he starts to act like that, too. He stops talking and when he flees, he doesn't bother trying to prove to others that he is, in fact, not some animal.

...

yyyyeaaahhhh . I know. i don't know why i wrote this.

this all was seeded by a hypothetical post i thought i should make one day with anime boy djmm as the first picture and then I'd psyche out anyone who went into the post with bible accurate DJMM/fat old man djmm?

This got combined with this Skinny DJMM ? Where instead of a post psyching people out it'd be a body horror thing of him cracking out of the smaller human djmm design like a cicada? Which, i had mentioned this in tags, but i hadnt mentioned that that concept came to me because of this absolute fucking banger piece of Scarab (fionna and cake) fanart (thank you @lyman-garfiel for showing it to me oh my god)

then i just said that that implied twink djmm was skinny DJMM's larval form? And then with Skinny DJMM's character already being conceptualized (mostly in my head) this all amalgamated into.... five nights at gregor samsa's

i suppose this is an explanation of how i came to this. I don't know if this is an explanation of why i let it come to this

#ntls-24722 #djmm #dj music man #fnaf djmm #fnaf dj music man #glamrock freddy #human glamrock freddy #(almost) daily music man #Skinny DJMM

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k1ll3rh0rr0r · 2 months

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Uhm I saw a need for kappa requests. Bro. I need the most mond bottling toe curling smut for male reader

oh hell yeah, i can finally use an idea i’ve been thinking about for the past 3 hours😎

incorporating my hometown into a fic. sadly don’t live there anymore.

𝓑𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓒𝓵𝔂𝓭𝓮

kappa x male!reader

mdni, nsfw below the cut

warnings; reader is a literal psychopath which is fair because kappa is too, masochism/sadism, dom/sub undertones, degradation + praise, dom!reader because why not.

tag list; @iiheartsai

It was sunny that day, June 12th 1969. Warm as can be. It was unusually muggy than what you were used to, as Kappa insisted to drive down to good old Louisiana to find more of his ‘special ones,’ his followers called themselves that at least. It’s just kind of catchy to say, Kappa would say whenever you’d ask.

Driving down an interstate known as I-10, heading away from New Orleans and towards Baton Rouge, you had to drive over the Bonnet-Carre Spillway. Kappa seemed to know where he was going, you thought to yourself. Which was weird, you never would have guessed he knew the small town you were in this well.

“What town’re we in again? ‘Lay-pause’?” You asked, feet on the dash. Kappa burst out laughing as you pronounced the town’s name.

“Doll, it’s pronounced ‘Luh-Plass’. I own a small place down here.” The raven-haired man explained, turning on to the off-ramp to actually enter this small town.

LaPlace was in a parish known as St. John the Baptist, a population of only 18,439 people throughout the 229 square mile providence.

Driving down the off-ramp, the pair made a right, proceeding to drive until they hit an old gravel road. There were sudden sounds of cicadas, Kappa quickly started to roll up his window on the van. You, not noticing, kept the window down. Too busy admiring the view of the swamps to notice why your partner rolled his window up.

Suddenly, giant cricket-like creatures tried jumping in through the window. Freaking out, you quickly rolled it up as Kappa laughed his ass off. “Why the fuck didn’t you warn me?”

“It’s not my fault you didn’t roll up the window when you heard the chirping.”

“Yeah, well you knew!” You huffed, folding your arms. Then it caught your eye.

There was a small cabin overviewing the lake that you had just driven over, Kappa said it was Lake Ponchatrain. You looked at the sign under the stop sign, “Peavine Road”

“Weird ass fuckin’ name for a road,” you muttered with a snicker. The both of you quickly pulled into the driveway, Kappa seemingly happy. He usually was, or at least, had a facade of happiness. But this seemed genuine. Snapping out of your thoughts, Kappa had exited the van and was opening the door for you to get out. “Thanks,”

“No problem, Doll. I unlocked the door while you were in La-La land.” He smiled softly, lifting your hand to his mouth and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. You exited the vehicle and grabbed your backpack out of the back, turning to walk inside of this seemingly nice lake house.

You stepped in, setting your bag on the floor. It seemed you had entered through the kitchen door. It was a nice little house, but looked like it hadn’t been touched in nearly 30 years, as photographs dating back to 1940 hung on the walls. Walking into the living room, there was a baby picture on the wall. It hit you like a brick, this was the home that you’d been born in.

You were only able to recognize this as the house because of the living room layout. It struck you as odd, you remember when the house caught fire when you were five. You looked at Kappa, who was standing behind you, furrowing your brows.

“After you told me about it I did some research,” Kappa began. “I wanted you to feel at home. With me.” The blue-eyed man smiled softly, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Kap, I’d always feel at home when I’m with you, wherever we are.” You muttered, your lover placing his hands on your waist as he approached.

“I know, Sugar. Just thought you’d feel more at home here.” He hummed, pressing his lips to yours.

It was a soft, sweet kiss that quickly turned heated; teeth clashing against teeth. Kappa pushed you back on to the couch, straddling your lap. He could still taste the stale whiskey on your breath from the night before, it drove him wild.

Within moments, you had Kappa pinned under you as he rutted his hips against your own, the friction driving you both wild. You unbuttoned his pants, his hard cock now free and throbbing. With a smirk, you sat up. “Why don’t you help me out here, huh, Kap?”

Kappa sat up as far as he could, his eyes glossed over as he fiddled with the button on your jeans. After a minute or two, he manages to get your own cock free from the confines of pants.

You sat back, pulling the cult leader to your lap and spit on your hand to lube yourself and Kappa up, making sure it wouldn’t hurt too bad at first.

Guiding him by his hips, he rode you slowly; grunts and whines escaping his throat like a symphony. “Good boy, takin’ me so well.” You praised.

Kappa reached a hand down to take himself in his fist, nearing an orgasm already. You yourself were feeling the coil tighten in your stomach. “Damn, Kap, since when are you this quiet? Not talkin’ back for once?” You teased.

“Shut up and let me cum, asshole.”

“Hm, I guess I could. Then again, you’re being a dick.”

“You’re the one who wanted me to!” Smack. You got him with enough force to not actually bring any harm to him, but it shut him up.

“If you’re gonna be a smartass, I can just finish myself off and make you sit there with a hard on for the rest of the night.” You grunted. Kappa replied with a quiet ‘yes, Sir’ at some point, his eyes rolling back as you hit his prostate.

“Fuck, Kap- Can’t hold it, cum with me.” You panted. With a cry, Kappa painted both of your stomachs with his seed, you filling him up at almost the same time with a moan.

He collapsed against your chest as you both sought to catch your breath. “There better be a round 2.”

“Catch your breath, Babe. We’ll be here all night.”

#kappa rory culkin #kappa x reader #kappa x male!reader #kappa black mirror #black mirror 6 #i ❤️ rory culkin #rory culkin smut #mary mary quite dumbassary

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heiayen · 11 months

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EPISODE 21: ORIOLE, MANTIS AND A CICADA note: important written part!! don't forget to read it. also, given that this is like 3rd update today make sure you haven't accidentally skipped chapter 19 and chapter 20 <3

"Come on, take a seat." Yae said with a polite smile. "We have plenty to talk about, after all."

Despite her rather friendly demandor, something was off, Diana noticed. But, to be fair, there always way something off about Yae Miko.

Everyone knew to not directly mess with her unless you wanted to lose your job and more.

...no, there was something more. Maybe it was the sharp edges of her smile, maybe the slow tapping of her nails on the desk.

Diana gulped and sat on the chair.

"I hope you're feeling better now?" She asked, a note of warning in her saccharine-sweet voice.

"Ah, yes, it was just a small cold..."

"Great, then." She grabbed the paper envelope from her desk and pulled a stack of photos from it, and put them on the desk.

"You know, a little birdie told me you might be related to these photos..."

She frozed.

No. This wasn't happening.

On the other side, the silence from her side was enough confirmation for Yae, it seemed.

Her smile only grew wider and she sighed, as she leaned on the desk and pointed at the stack with her finger.

"They were found under the doors of my idol's apartment. You surely recognize them, don't you? You were the one to put them there, after all."

"No!" Diana shook her head, "Obviously it wasn't me! Who– Why would I do that?!"

"That's what I'm curious about, too." Yae moved away and leaned again the back of her chair. "You went to drastic lenghts, after all. Stalking my idol and his partner, leaking illegaly taken photos, leaking confidential informations, breaking in..."

Diana's mouth fell agape, shocked by the list of accusations.

"N-None of this is real! You don’t have any proof for it either!" She barked, crossing her arms on her chest.

"No, I don't." Yae admitted, "Nothing I have is decisive proof for the police to arrest you. But your behavior is enough to confirm my suspicions."

She paled and stared at Yae with wide eyes, not believing her words.

It was a pitiful expression, truly. To think that she wouldn't connect a dot or two and realize everything? Everyone has been underestimating her so hard lately...

"I can give you a choice." She asked, her voice no longer sickenigly sweet, but cold instead, "You can go with me and admit to everything you did herself, or I can do it for you."

She narrowed her eyes and her smile dropped from her face, "But then it won't end good for you."

Diana stared at her in fear and shock, opening and closing her mouth.

"Police won't believe you!" She scowled, putting on a brave font, just as if she wasn't on the lost position anyway.

"But they are rather greedy people, aren't they?" She said matter of factly and picked up her phone from the desk.

"So, which one do you pick?"

a/n: 3/4! we got the stalker! i dont know how to write yae!! we are... hm 5 chapters from the end so i should finish this smau somewhere on friday... hehe

MAIN POST. previous <—> next

taglist: @snobwaffles @soleillunne @ilyuu @lxkeeeee @haliyamori @yinyinggie @sakiimeo @supernova25 @cloudycloudd @d4y-dr3am3r @flompblomp @lahsram2201 @ynverse @niiheng @/gekkow @naheana (comment or whatever to be in the taglist, IF i forgot someone which might happen dont hesitate to remind me. in bold i wasnt able to tag!)

#genshin impact x reader #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer x reader #dttmxreader #heia's writin'

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robininthelabyrinth · 2 years

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Not trying to add another prompt but saw your tags about not being sure HIW to make Lao Nie evil and the first thing that popped in MY mind was that he sought out his dangerous wives deliberately in order to have power to conquer. He sees the dangerous potential in people and it doesn't just turn him on, he seeks to collect them for his own use the way other sects collect valuable cultivation treasures. That seems kind of evil, right?

His contemporaries said that Lao Nie had a belly for war.

Now, this wasn’t strictly true, to Lao Nie’s mind. Yes, he’d led his sect into war a few times, conquered a few nearby sects, drove yet more into his camp through interference in other struggles, but just as often he was able to sweet-talk, bribe, and blackmail sects into conceding their liberty in exchange for safety within his arms. His Great Sect, the Nie sect, was strong under him, and he loved it just as he loved his saber; he wanted what was best for it.

He was ambitious for it.

Perhaps it was that ambition that had led him to the bed of a war-goddess, then again into the arms of a huli jing bride, in each case spawning a son that would serve his sect well – Nie Mingjue through his valor and strength, Nie Huaisang through his cleverness.

Perhaps it was that ambition that drew him to his most dangerous prey yet.

“Just think of all the things we can do together, Hanhan,” Lao Nie said with a smile, and let Wen Ruohan think that he meant only in bed. “It’ll be positively explosive.”

“I’m not sure why you think that that’s a positive recommendation,” Wen Ruohan drawled, still pretending to be unmoved, still thinking that their little entanglement was merely a game from which he could withdraw at any time. Still thinking of himself as the mantis with its jaws open wide, unknowing that Lao Nie wasn’t the cicada in his jaw but the oriole lurking at his back – if it all worked as Lao Nie hoped, it would be his Nie sect, its size small but appetite large, that ate the giant Wen sect whole, not the other way around.

After all, men did not live forever, not even men as extraordinary as Wen Ruohan, and Nie Mingjue and Nie Huaisang were so obviously more fitting as heirs than Wen Xu and Wen Chao. It wouldn’t be impossible to set up a situation in which they combined bloodlines, and to ensure that the Nie sect won that battle – no, not impossible at all, even if it meant killing off Wen Ruohan’s sons until all he had left were daughters.

Whatever it took, if it was for Lao Nie’s sect, he would do it.

Anything, and everything.

“It will be,” he promised Wen Ruohan. “You’ll see.”

#mdzs #sect leader nie #wen ruohan #my fic #my fics #alt headcanons

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noipsaskblog · 3 months

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Hi!!! Welcome!!!

Hello everyone!! I'm No One In Particular, but you can call me Noip if you wish!!

Although, I like having nicknames, so feel free to suggest some, hehe!!

Anyways, who am I??????

I'm just a monochrome child living in his room, and recently found this place called 'Tumblr'! I found a lot of cool people and thought I'd join them here!

I like having friends, exploring alternate universes, drawing and reading, and also sleeping!!

My Best Friend is known as Monochild!! She isn't here yet... But I might be able to convince her to join at some point!! Same with my other friends too!!

But what I do NOT like is fear, boredom, and...

Loneliness...

So... I would love to become friends with you all!! :D

Why is your name 'No One In Particular'?

That isn't my name!! I am literally 'No One In Particular'!! I don't know why, but... I don't seem to have an identity! I'm just... 'no one in particular'!

That's why everyone calls me Noip! Makes it a lot easier.

Are you sure you aren't known as anything else?

Oh, well... I guess I am known as the 'Traveler of Worlds' and 'Teller of Legends', but more commonly...

..."That Kid."

What do you look like?

Oh!!! I'll get a photo soon!!!

I look really cute, I like to thinkl!!

Argh, almost time to go!! Sorry, I bid you all adieu!!

Someone else will take over!! He's really smart, but also kinda strange...

...

Hello?

Oh, perfect. It's working.

So, uh, hey.

The rest of this part is OOC. That is, No One In Particular is no longer talking.

If you couldn't tell, this is a roleplay ask blog. Hope you like the story I set up so far.

I'm @cicada-wisp. The owner of No One In Particular's story and all the characters.

His tale takes elements from OMORI, UNDERTALE/DELTARUNE, and a little bit of Yume Nikki.

Originally the story was very different. But then it was forgotten.

It's been remade now. This is it. I hope it's good.

...

Oh, right, actually important things.

So, tag list:

#NoipAsk - Someone asked Noip something and he replied.

#Story - A part of the story was revealed.

#OOC - An out-of-character post.

#NoOneInParticular - Something relating to Noip. Also known as a character tag.

#MonoChild - Something relating to MonoChild. Also known as a character tag.

#art - Art. Do not expect many updates from this tag, sorry!

#writing - Writing! This'll probably be more common than the art tag.

General Notes:

Other character blogs and such are free to interreact as well! As Noip said, he loves having friends!

If responses are slow then sorry... I don't mean to ignore anyone!

Please, please interact with Noip. He's.

So.

Alone.

#No One In Particular #Noip #ask #ask blog #asks are open #oc ask blog #undertale #omori #yume nikki #Story #ooc #Monochild

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chronicas · 9 months

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You’re one of those people who I forgot why I was following but never unfollowed because you’re now part of my dashboard’s ecosystem. Anyway what was that earlier? You like makin’ a comic or something? Because that’s pretty neat!

Yeah I am! I'm like.. kinda a perfectionist about my art so like I wanna feel really confident in making comics before I start either of them (Maybe even go to school about it). But Array of Cicadas is something I plan on starting in the next couple years as a webcomic and Mother of the Apocalypse is a graphic novel I hope to publish someday in the slightly more distant future.

And in the here and now I'm about a year in on development on a tabletop roleplaying game, called Tragoedia: Tales of Tragedy, which I'm almost ready to start the first phase of playtesting!

I also have a few projects that I work on just for fun mainly. Like Unchained Phenomena, a horror comedy about a teenage bioweapon starting a band. Shifting Stars and Moving Mountains, a story set in the world of AoC about dragons and the way the world changes around them. Cache of Sybaris, which is straight up mainly just a worldbuilding project with hardly any plot that I made to scratch my space pirate itch. And I have like tons of other OCs that aren't connected to any of these projects. There's more detail about all of this stuff on my about page and in the tags.

So yeah, I'm gonna get to the comics eventually and the timeframe I'm working on for Tragoedia puts me having it finished in about three-four years. In the meantime I will talk about all these projects A LOT because I love them with my whole heart and you can glean a little bit about what they are via various infodumps.

#asks #ophidian lore

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sinfulauthor · 3 months

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Tagged by @alectricblue!

1. Were you named after anyone?

I named myself after Alex Hirsch and my first theatre director! Alex is a very gender-neutral name, so that's why I picked it!

2. When was the last time you cried?

For sad crying, probably a couple weeks ago, but I was laughing so hard I was crying last week!

3. Do you have kids?

Nope. Hate them, never want them, and yeeting my uterus as soon as I can.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I did tee-ball as a little kid and absolutely hated it.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Yeah, but not like all the time.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

I know this sounds vain, but a lot of the time I'll notice (unintentionally) how much acne they have. Idk it just kinda happens.

7. What's your eye color?

Hazelish, but when doing character creators I usually use grey!

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings 110%. I HATE horror movies, except for campy musical ones (LSOH and RHPS, for example).

9. Any talents?

I can make Perler bead sprites without tweezers! I can do them with just my fingertips.

10. Where were you born?

Chicago suburbs!

11. What are your hobbies?

Sewing, crafting, cosplay, writing, reading, playing video games, performing on stage, and learning Japanese!

12. Do you have any pets?

Not at the moment, but my moirail and I want to adopt a Selkirk Rex cat once we get our own place!

13. How tall are you?

5'4"! Or about 163cm for those in metric.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Currently, I'm minoring in Japanese, and it's a lot of fun! But for high school, cooking classes were my favorite!

15. Dream job?

If I can work abroad and be a part of the costuming department for the Takarazuka Revue, I think I can die happy XD

Tagging these people, and anyone who wants to participate!

@nursal1060writes @madangel19 @celestialvocalist @cicada-days-of-summer @remornia @pellaeas @sterlexa-queen-of-the-nymphs @dirkjaye @in-the-heart-of-the-vampire @adaleim @elunoir-unlovable @dumpster-lizard @pekasairroc @aahrima @lavleyreblogs @quantumkaworu @knightofhylia-sageofthetriforce @monochromayhem @alleightbits @articulately-composed @kolchekss @gingerreggg @aliensaresupergay @twelvelemons @spoopybananel @emmi-kat @lostwoodstarryskies @faux-fae @adobephotoslop @blatterburystreet @jensteed @meefling @rozendorkface @bee-whistler

#long post #tag game

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aquamonstra · 5 months

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Nine people I'd like to get to know better

oh man the THROWBACK ENERGY on tumblr today when i logged on. feels like i just signed in to AOL over here. so honored to be tagged by yall 🙌🙏

Tagged by: @sassbot9000 @tanyayoung-322 & @nothingbeforenothingagain

Last song: i'm a weirdo who only listens to podcasts and not music, so i guess technically it would be "As Above, So Below" by Landon Blood from season 3 of Old Gods of Appalachia

Favorite color: aqua blue/green

Last movie/TV show:

Last movie: i honestly cannot remember bc i put myself so hard in the "i have never seen a movie" mindset to repel the film bros in my life

Last TV show: it WOULD have been Voyager but for some insane reason i put on Supernatural while my friend was dying my hair yesterday, lmao

Sweet/spicy/savory?: savory

Relationship status: single and repulsed by the idea of mingling

Last thing I googled: Karen Gillian bc i was today years old when i found out shes married to one of my favorite sketch comedians??

Current obsession: Star Trek, although im currently just trying to white knuckle my way thru the later series bc im an insane completionist but i just want to go back and rewatch TNG again bc nothing has made me feel so much joy in YEARS

Tag Nine People: oh god oh god this is why i always tapped out of these things the tagging part makes me so anxious and most of the ppl id tag already did it oh noooo ok ok ok @shoujocowboy (obligatory tag even tho its a getting to know you post, lmao) @yellowcakeuf6 @k0rr1g4n @jeraliey @cocodavie @weirdtrek @hot-soong-type-summer @red-cicada @dat4l0re

#the tagging part was so stressful #im such an antisocial mess lmao

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skullshoal · 1 year

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Anyway. Does a tag meme because I wanna.

tagged by @starsnot

Nickname: None i tell people but i enjoy the silly ones people call me sometimes like "D" or "Del"

Age: 26

Height: 6'0"

Sign: scorpio 🦂

Last google search: neocities.....

Song stuck in head: This is Why by paramore

Sleep: Shameful. i fall asleep at like 3am, but sometimes i hyper focus on something and don't realize how late it is

Dream job: Ok so I walk down the street to a huge decrepit brick building thats been in the town for the last two centuries. It used to be a cola factory but it got turned into offices after the fire, and since then people are unsure if it's still being used. The land isn't for sale but they don't seem to keep up with the outside over grown architecture. I open the front door casually and enter the building. Inside is large and dark, but there is a single old style card punch out machine on the wall at the entrance. I pick up my card and put in my headphones, starting my shift. Next to the punch out machine there is a filing cabinet, one drawer labeled with today's date. I grab the first file and flip through it, then head into the rest of the building. Rows upon rows of well organized documents line bookshelves that stretch from floor to ceiling. A few over head lights illuminate the space, along with whatever sunlight can filter in through the dirty windows. Large rolling ladders are attached to each book shelf, and each shelf is labeled in alphabetical order, than date, than subject. I spend the next 6 hours taking files out of the filing cabinet and putting them away on these shelves, undisturbed. At the end of the day I punch out and walk back to my house. I am paid thousands of dollars for this. I do this three times a week.

Wearing: Pajamas theyre just plain black

Fav songs: This is literally impossible. Go listen to Florence and the Machines discography and tell me how I can pick.

Random: I am going to play minecraft with my friends either today or tomorrow :)

Fav instrument: violins I just think they sound really pretty

Aesthetic: mmmmmmmm punk leaning into goth but I'm Poor and also I like many different things

Fav authors: Terry prachett. Tamsyn Muir...idk I've just gotten into reading again as an adult and im trying to find what I like

Last song: Renegade by Styx

Fav color:

Fav animal sound: cicadas

tagging: everyone cause it's fun to talk about yourself

#broken pencil

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seijuurouxryuu · 2 years

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summer as the witness of our love

Title: summer as the witness of our love Author: Shiro (TeitoxAkashi [AO3]/ seijuurouxryuu [tumblr]) Rating: G Pairing: Alaude/Giotto Event: @khrrarepairweek Prompts: Outsider POV | Twin AU Tags/Warnings: No Archive Warning

Day 3: Sun Day

The summer sun was scorching, burning brightly the day I saw them get together. The cicadas were singing its songs, screeching and ringing in my ears when I saw them stand together, on stage, hand in hand, smiling at each other with vows on their lips, in their hearts.

It was a beautiful summer as I, and everyone else witnessed their union.

AO3

It was a beautiful summer as I, and everyone else witnessed their union.

We were five when I met Alaude. Even as a kid, he was of few words, quiet and downright violent. The only reason I managed to not get hit by the boy amongst the rest of those in daycare is because I was Giotto’s twin. Giotto was probably the most popular kid in school. Everyone was drawn to him like magnets of correct poles. Even Alaude was drawn to him.

It was so obvious despite Alaude’s fervent denial that his eyes always land on Giotto wherever the latter moves to. So smitten at such a young baby age.

And so was Giotto. Oh how in love he was with the quiet violent boy who decided to take one glance at him and take him in under his wings for protection. Since that day, there was not once did he stop waxing poetic about Alaude to our parents. Not even after bringing him home on the first day for introductions.

Thinking back, it was really hilarious.

And so, the three of us went from daycare to the same elementary, junior and high school. All the while, the two of them stuck to together by the hip. To think that I am Giotto's twin.

People had asked me, wouldn't I feel jealous of Giotto or Alaude being so close to each other? Probably because I was always like a third wheeler between them, they were worried about me. Or maybe they were jealous of me instead. Who knows.

In any case, to those who asked, I would have stared and laughed at them.

"Why would I be jealous of a perfect pair?"

To me, the two of them were soulmates. Their bond was something that I could not emulate nor have. And I am happy with that.

What people saw were only the sweet parts between them. They didn't know the pain, the fights, the arguments and the tears between them.

They didn't know how painful it was to be soulmates, to love someone when you're still growing, still learning, still trying to find a footing.

And if I'd be honest, while it was romantic to have a soulmate, I wouldn't want to experience any of the doubts, concerns and hesitations Giotto and Alaude experienced.

It was a summer too, I remembered, when Giotto came back with bleeding knuckles and red, teary eyes.

There was no other wounds on him, but intuition told me that it was Alaude who received the fists. After all, only Alaude would Giotto fight without inhibition and not get injured.

I was eating an ice cream while playing game online. I instantly abandoned the match and pulled out a first aid.

"Sit." I said, patting on my bed. Giotto sniffed and sat down without a word. He let me patch him out without so much a complain and I did not so much as ask for details.

"Alaude doesn't want me to study abroad with him." I paused and looked up. "I told him that I've applied for the same university as him for a degree in humanitarian and arts. He told me not to."

That was news to me. It was probably a surprise for Alaude, seeing how bad Giotto's grades were. He had been working extra hard prior to entrance exams after all. I was wondering why, and I now understood.

Both of them are such idiots.

"Have you asked why he said that before you throw a punch?"

Giotto tensed. I knew it. Between all three of us, one would think Alaude was the hot headed one when Giotto is a ticking time bomb of his own that can go off without so much a warning. This wasn't the first time Giotto used his fist before he cleared a misunderstanding after all.

I sighed and slapped the back of his hand over the bandage. "Go talk to him." I pulled out two cups of ice cream from the mini fridge beside me.

"But--!"

"You're going to agonise over this and start crying because you regret hitting him and all. By night time, your eyes would probably swell from how much you cried and I would have to deal with your whining. Just go. Talk to him. Get it out of your system." I pushed the two ice creams into his arms. "He's out there." I nodded over out the window, where a beaten Alaude stood solemnly outside our house as though he was being banished. He looked almost like an abandoned puppy too.

Giotto hesitated. I raised an eyebrow and threatened. "If you don't, I'll tell mom you broke her favourite vase because you dropped your lucky penny inside." He bolted out of the room.

I sighed and shook my head. Leaning against the window stilt, I stared at them, watching Giotto awkwardly pass Alaude the ice cream, them talking, then Alaude pulling at Giotto’s hand to take him away. Giotto was going to stay with Alaude for the night, then.

I looked up to the sky, the cicadas singing. It seemed that the three of us would separate soon, I smiled. I merely hoped that they would stay together forever.

Two years after they left for Japan, I stayed with my parents. There were thoughts of flying, to follow them, but the money that we had were only enough for one, so I stayed. I wasn’t particularly worried about where to study because to me, anywhere is fine.

It was weird, not having the two around, not having to see them bustling about, sticking onto each other. It felt like something was missing, and it was witnessing how they looked at each other, whisper to each other, laugh together.

They—well, mostly Giotto—would send pictures and postcards of them in Japan, how they were having fun and studying their asses off because of the language barrier. Giotto was dying, apparently, from memorizing kanji. Alaude on the other hand was fitting in like fish in water. He does have Japanese and Chinese blood from his mother’s side after all. Well, more like, he had more brains than Giotto.

In any case, I was glad that they were doing well. If only Giotto doesn’t always come calling in the middle of the night whining about how Alaude was ‘bullying’ him. (More like, Giotto, stop living up to your ‘Drama King’ nickname in my contact.)

“It’s fucking 3a.m in the morning and I’ve to wake up at 6, what the fuck Giotto?” I grumbled sleepily, eyes barely open, body crumbling from fatigue and mind all but want to shut down again.

“…” The silence almost made me fall back to sleep when I jolted awake in realization that no, Giotto wouldn’t call and not speak. “Hello?”

“It’s me.” Alaude. I sucked in a breath and sat up, dorm bed creaking loudly. Thank god I stayed in a single room.

“What’s wrong?”

“Giotto got into an accident.” I was speechless. I wasn’t able to digest that, but I could tell that despite the steady tone, there was something shaken. Barely controlled.

“How’s he?” I picked up my laptop and started checking for the earliest flight to Japan possible.

“In the theaters. A car hit him when he was getting groceries. It wasn’t a big collision, but he hit sides and broke a couple of ribs. The doctor said he needed surgery because of the lungs and…” He trailed off and I paused. I could hear the agitation and distress in his voice.

In papers, Alaude could not sign for Giotto’s surgery.

I nodded, understanding. “Okay, do you need my signature?”

“Hmn.”

“Right. Send me the pdf, I’ll email back immediately. I’ve just booked the earliest flight and I’d most likely arrive tomorrow evening.”

“Hmn.”

“Alaude,” The man on the other end breathed in loudly. “You’ll be fine.”

Because Giotto would be fine.

He breathed out.

“… Thank you.”

Approximately 18 hours later, I landed in Japan. I had told my parents both whom had not renewed their passport and couldn’t come, that I would take care of my brother. I had to reassure them all the while up to boarding. And when I landed, I was still reassuring them. My head was exploding from stress having to get class exemptions, to dealing with motion sickness, to scary immigration officers, and to reassuring my parents.

Thank god when I landed, Alaude sent me the news that Giotto was out of danger and was still sleeping, about 4 hours ago. Immediately, I forwarded the message to my parents and focused on getting myself to the hospital before I collapsed.

“Alaude.” I breathed out in relief when I spotted the man hovering outside a ward. I went up to him and patted him on the shoulder, hanging on. “How are you?”

Alaude looked at me incredulously, a first that I’ve ever seen in the almost two decades that I’ve known him. I rolled my eyes. “You’ve already told me how’s Giotto, I believe that he’s alright. But what about you?” After all, from those emotionless eyes to the at-lost figure he was holding onto, one would think he was the one that went through an accident.

“… As long as he’s fine, I’m fine.”

I nodded. “Alright, then go back and freshen up. I’ll take over for now.”

“No.”

“Go. Come back later. If Giotto wakes up and see you like this, he isn’t going to feel great. Then I’d have to deal with the two of you and honestly, I’m already stressed enough.” Alaude hesitated and I slapped his back. “Go. Get an hour or two for yourself. Then come back if you wish.”

Alaude breathed. And he nodded. “Alright. Call me if he wakes.”

“Oh he won’t wake up so early. Go on.”

And I went into the ward.

Giotto looked… Well he was still sleeping. He had a couple of bandaged on his face, a hand in a cast, and his torso was bandaged. I took a look at his medical chart and to my dismay, it was all in Japanese. What was the use of medical knowledges when you can’t even understand a single shit? None.

I sighed and placed my duffle bag on the chair, sitting down.

At least, he didn’t look all that bad.

‘Gio is fine. I’ve seen him.’ I updated my parents. ‘Still sleeping tho.’

‘Okay, that’s good. Put us on video call once he wakes.’ Came from my father, most likely staying up late like my mother. I don’t doubt that they wouldn’t sleep until he wakes.

‘Will do. Go sleep.’

I breathed out a sigh and slumped against the chair.

Giotto woke up exactly two hours later when Alaude came back.

Three years after they returned, Giotto approached me to help him plan a proposal for Alaude. Apparently, he had came up with a tentative plan with G. and Asari, both whom he met during his studies in Japan. It was such a mess that I did not even want to take part in it.

“Just. Go on a date with him and propose at night during dinner.” I tried, but Giotto wanted it to be Extra Special™. I did not know what to say about that.

Still, I helped out. It was honestly hilarious watching him panic over the outfit he was going to propose, quadruple checking the rings, making sure the weather was fine, and getting the reservations to the restaurant alright. Yet, all of it was heartwarming. It was weird as well because they had been together for so long, it didn’t feel any different with the plan of making it legal.

Still, I found it sweet, how willing they were to hand everything they have to each other.

Yes, they, because Alaude, too, had planned a proposal to Giotto. And he had involved me in the planning.

If I had to choose between helping Giotto or Alaude plan their proposal, I’d choose neither. I’d opt the fuck out.

I can deal with the amount of dog food they hand out; I cannot deal with their shit when they plan to surprise each other.

Still, I witnessed their proposal from afar, under the night sky with the moon and stars as their witness. And I had thought, ‘And they live happily ever after.’

It was warm and hot, the wedding day. They decided to held an open air one by a short cliff near a beach, outskirt yet beautiful. The sun was relentless despite the happy occasion. I almost wished that I could glare at it without burning my retinas.

Still, after the initial wait and preparation, the clouds came in and provided enough shade, leaves rustling against the wind as the couple walked down the red carpet. I was one of their best men, and walking behind them, seeing their back, I was smiling.

Finally.

From the age of 5 to 29, I had witnessed their love. I had watched them hold onto each other and never let go. I had watched them finally stepping into this step of life.

I felt like I understood what my parents felt.

Witnessing them vowing their eternity to each other, I prayed to the summer sky as I held onto my partner’s hand tightly, to let this loving couple be happy forever.

Let this pair of soulmates live a fulfilling life together.

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A/N: No edits!!! I deadass rushed through this the whole day lol its so rough and messy hhhhhhhhhh

Fun fact, Giotto's twin's partner is Giotto's doctor when he got into the accident. I wanted to write about him, but it was getting too long and I just don't have the energy left. Had a long day outside while writing after all.

[I apologize for any grammar, spelling, etc. etc. mistakes]

#KHR #Katekyo Hitman Reborn #khrrarepairweek2022 #Giotto #Alaude #My Writings

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kikuneesama · 1 year

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Ich habe 4.359 Mal im Jahr 2022 etwas gepostet

Das sind 761 more posts als 2021!

39 Einträge erstellt (1%)

4.320 Einträge gerebloggt (99%)

Blogs, die ich am häufigsten gerebloggt habe:

@dingdongyouarewrong

@belladonnaboudreaux

@calamitaswrath

@marierclaire

@enevera

Ich habe 838 meiner Einträge im Jahr 2022 getaggt

#nart reblog spree – 9 Einträge

#yea – 8 Einträge

#jjk – 6 Einträge

#spy x family – 5 Einträge

#my god – 4 Einträge

#anyway – 4 Einträge

#honestly – 3 Einträge

#its true – 3 Einträge

#sigh – 3 Einträge

#oh god yea – 3 Einträge

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#accusing him of deflecting after you asked him if he wants to hear his best friends voice again like you dont u nderstand how grief works

Meine Top-Einträge im Jahr 2022:

when you write one of your favourite ships and it does so poorly, not even as in people dont click it, no, they just dont like it apparently

4 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 21. August 2022

I’m offering free fanfics in exchange for a donation to ukraine on my other blog and today after i handed one off the person literally went through my story and like marked it as if they were a teacher grading an essay

not only grammar mistakes or comma but also like “wrong word” and “i dont understant what you want to say with this”.

needless to say my confidence is crushed forever so thats fun

5 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 3. April 2022

Happy birthday @enevera!! Here is a little something something, I hope you might like. I'm sorry I couldn't come up with anything cooler fsdklfsdaklf. I havent written in a while and idk with my brain yet. Anyway, wish you a great day and all good things. Sending hugs <3

Uh, yeah, this is I guess Satoru x Suguru x Shouko .... maybe

2064 words

unedited because im lazy.

There is this certain type of cigarette smell that transforms Shouko back in time whenever she smells it. It does not matter where exactly she is, Tokyo’s main station, the narrow ways between the high rise buildings of Ropponing, the long way up the road to the school, if she just catches a whiff of that smell it is like she timewarped back to being a teenager.

Maybe that is why she stopped smoking those brands of cigarettes completely.

Once you enter adulthood, many people in the country start looking back at their childhood summers with this nostalgia for a time that seemed almost too perfect to be real. Anime, movies, music and tv often discuss these summers, the longing an adult feels for them and how a time like this would never happen ever again.

Shouko hated this. Summers were hot, summers were sweaty and overtly sunny and full of bugs and cicada noise. As a kid she would hide in the basement, and now, as an adult, she was doing much the same.

Her childhood summer, the one she longs for, happened when started when she was 15. It lasted for much more than four years and it smelled of chewing gum, wooden rooms and menthol cigarettes.

Being a person who can see cursed spirits didn’t make you a popular student with the other kids in schools. So for her first 8 or so years in school, Shouko tried to stay out of everybody’s way. That didn’t mean they didn’t whisper about her behind her back, thinking her interest in medicine and especially forensic sciences were odd. Still, she didn’t have it as bad as other kids like her, she was not bullied, she was mostly just left alone.

It was good to be alone. She knew how to cope alone.

It was an unusually warm April day, the cherry blossoms just falling down the trees when Shouko entered Jujutsu High for the first time. She was almost sweating in the black new uniform with the long sleeves. She was greeted by the headmaster, introduced to her teacher and told that she’d share the year with two boys. She wasn’t very interested in them.

Shouko heard Gojo Satoru before she saw him. The corridor with the student rooms was full of the noise of his laughter. When he introduced himself to her, with that sly smile of his, and told her who he was, what significance he had, how he was going to be unbeatable, Shouko guessed and guessed right instantly, that he was overplaying.

That he was lonely was obvious, even if you couldn’t see his eyes.

Geto Suguru was a different kind of boy. He was quiet, an outsider and he knew it. He was friendly, always overly courteous. He inquired about her medical books and anatomy posters and overall did some friendly small talk. Shouko guessed that he too had been mostly alone and instead of becoming louder, like Satoru, had just quieted down more.

All three of them were similar in that regard.

At first she thought she'd never like either of them very much.

And so classes began.

Getting to know both of them was a slow but rewarding process. Shouko had been right about Satoru, he had been isolated from other people most of his life so far and craved human connections. He would come by her room even when she was studying, hanging on her bed throwing balls at the ceiling and down until she told him to leave.

Suguru turned out to be a real nerd. Super interesting and classic and modern Anime and Manga, though he hid his addiction well. In his room he kept most of his Manga volumes under his bed and in the corner, all neatly packed and dust free, as if they were porn magazines. But if he was asked about it, he would never stop talking. Shouko sometimes spent evenings with him just sitting side by side reading in comfortable silence.

She knew the boys were doing things together without her too. That they spent time with just the two of them. One time she opened the door to Satoru’s room for this and that and they were laying shoulder to shoulder on his bed.

At the time she had no way to explain the stinging she felt at being excluded from the intimate moment.

They were a trio. Most first years came into the school in Trio’s or groups of four, but none were as close as the three of them. It was impossible to mention Suguru without mentioning Satoru and Shouko too. Triple S, the first years called them once they graduated to year two, and they meant it in annoyance and admiration.

That second spring, Shouko brought the menthol cigarettes for the first time. She ignored the “That’s bad for your health” and “those stink” comments from Satoru whenever she put on one, and his dramatically waving hands if it was around him. Smoking was nice and a stress relief and made her feel good.

Smoking wasn’t allowed in the dorms or through the open windows as the smell could seep into the furniture and curtains, so Shouko often had to go outside to have some. Either of the boys, sometimes both of them, often accompanied her then, even if Satoru often pulled a face.

The smell of the cigarettes seeped into all of them anyway, their hair, their clothes, their minds that summer, with so many things happening. Shouko was watching the boys grow from the sidelines. Her career path was different and so they were often separated. But before and after missions they’d still all sit together, outside, on porches or in gardens and on benches, talking, laughing and the smell of Shouko’s cigarettes were always there too.

Shouko loved both of them. Each in their own way, but at best together. In those times she used to think that if she’d be able to live with them side by side forever, she would never need to marry. They would be family enough.

Suguru could endlessly talk about manga he had bought, new shonen jump issues and anime adaptations, but it was Satoru who brought in the story that finally helped her figure her mind out. It was a Shoujo manga, something Suguru would never touch if he could help it. Satoru was raving about it, the story of a protagonist who couldn’t choose between two suitors. “She loves them both,” Satoru exclaimed. “So she can’t choose! It's incredibly exciting to read.”

“You can’t love two people,” Shouko said in reflex, but took the books anyway. To humour him.

Amongst all the relatively standard romance and reverse-harem tropes Shouko actually did find the narrative pretty interesting. The lead character did love both boys very clearly and struggled to decide who to pursue. Didn’t help that both guys had different personality traits that fit neatly into hers, but none of them was perfect.

Vollständigen Eintrag ansehen

7 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 10. Oktober 2022

alright @nyctibrae i continued f m a b (finally!) from the point we both stopped watching together which means episode 10 and my review for that one is: pain

get back for more reviews tomorrow

9 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 24. September 2022

Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

*slides into ur asks* Watching FMA I hear? 👀

Yes!! It is @foebito's favourite anime soooo we did the best trade deal of all the trade deals in history so I finally get to watch it :D I got to pick 4? Anime or so to match the runtime of FMAB which we will watch together (and 2 we already did and one halfway!) and we started FMAB... last week?

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I posted 2,720 times in 2022

That's 2,077 more posts than 2021!

32 posts created (1%)

2,688 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@rudystree

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I tagged 2,718 of my posts in 2022

#inuyasha - 378 posts

#kagome - 205 posts

#obx cast - 188 posts

#spy x family - 186 posts

#dracula daily - 186 posts

#rudy pankow - 162 posts

#anti bullshit - 160 posts

#vnc - 155 posts

#vanitas no carte - 151 posts

#obx - 139 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#now it's like 'every little thing i don't like or brings me mild discomfort i'll call a trigger and you are not allowed to mention it to me'

My Top Posts in 2022:

Jun Mochizuki drew Gilbert Nightray and it awoke something in her and then she started Vanitas no Carte and said "I'm going to give those bitches (me) that love the black hair/golden eyes combo everything they want" and made Louis, Dominique and Olivier.

59 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

I haven’t written anything in over a year and haven’t written for this ship since I was 14, but being back in this fandom has brought me so much joy these past couple of months I just couldn’t not write something. So thank you to this fandom for getting my creative spark back! @inukag-week

InuKag week day 1 - Domestic

Kagome closed her eyes and let the soft night breeze wash over her for a moment. Everything was so quiet and serene. She could hear cicadas buzzing, smell flowers and water, see stars so bright they lit up their path as clear as the sun.

The other era was nothing like this. It was full of noise, strong smells, artificial lights, people chattering, cars running, billboards, buildings, restaurants, trash, a school bell... She had grown up in that other era, in a future where youkais and magic were a thing of the past, where science explained that the rain was caused by the cycle of water and the sun rose by the turning of the Earth, where ghosts belonged in films, and jewels that granted wishes belonged to the stories her grandfather told. She had been born in that era, grown up there, spent 18 years of her life there, and yet...

And yet it was that other life that seemed like a made up story, like a strange dream she had had once, the details blurry and hazy, its weird sounds and scents awaking in her a detached sense of curiosity and wonder, the memory of a dream she had long awaken from.

Was there such a thing as a world where the sky didn’t crackle with fox fire? Where she didn’t spy the form of a giant cat flying in the air and knew her best friend had returned safely home? Where she didn’t go out for walks in the forest every night together with a man with hair as silver as the moon and eyes as golden as ambar, that could as easily bend reality to his will with his sword as he could hold her hand and guide her through a well-known path?

Nonsense. Impossible. This was all there was, all that could ever be. Her reality and her place. Magic was real, a world where she was not with him could never be.

“You are very quiet tonight, Kagome.” His low voice broke through the quiet and made her open her eyes to look at him. Silver hair, golden eyes, fangs, claws. Her husband was part demon, how could he not be? A world where Inuyasha couldn’t exist just couldn’t be real. “Are you alright? Do you feel anything?”

She put her hand over her belly and shook her head with a smile. “No, Moroha is being very good tonight. I was just thinking about...” She stopped for a moment, thinking of the best way to describe it, and finally settled it. “Home.”

He averted his eyes, his ears twitched. A minute change, but Kagome knew him well. He felt guilty, sad, but why? He asked, slowly. “Do you still miss the other era much?”

The question got her by surprise. Her? Miss that dream? That impossible world that could never be? How could he... Her eyes widened, then softened. She stopped them on their tracks and looked up at him, holding tight to one of his hands, and grabbing the other to put it over her belly, over their child.

“No, Inuyasha. I was thinking about home.”

She had never been so certain of something in her life. He widened his eyes now, but she knew he understood her like she understood him. He smiled, pushed her hair away from her face, kissed her; and together they turned, putting an end to the walk of that night, and walked back the way they had come, back home.

81 notes - Posted June 12, 2022

Christopher: Don’t let people tell you your attraction to fire is “abnormal” or “hazardous”. Prometheus doesn’t have his liver eaten every day for you to ignore the allure of arson.

Matthew: You need at least two incidents of arson to diagnose pyromania, so everyone gets one free sample. Use it wisely.

Thomas: …

Thomas: I am very concerned for you two.

116 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

My ideal Vanitas no Carte dynamic is

"Hi, my name is Noe and that is my girlfriend, Dominique, and that's Dominique's girlfriend, Jeanne, and that's Jeanne's boyfriend, Vanitas, who is also my boyfriend."

144 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Ok but I love how in the last episode, Yor yelled at the guy to get his hands off her daughter. Her daughter.

Even inside of their fake story, she is Loid's second wife and she generally only calls Anya "miss Anya" accordingly, but when Anya was in trouble and she was acting on pure instinct and not thinking about it at all, she said "get your hands off my daughter".

6,579 notes - Posted June 28, 2022

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