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[ddarker-dreams]

if you move churro kills your family smh

screaming and crying <33333 this is so unbelievably cute omg... even if he is being a little menace. i love the expressions and how you shade his fur collar thingy thing. and the lil earring. 😭💖💖

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[delilah705]

I'm so happy I ain't the only one obsessed with inserting Trigun into so many AUs lmao

You're most definitely not, haha! XD I'm right there with you! I'll be real, I don't think I've made as many AUs for any other fandom I've been in so far as I have Trigun. Something about it is just... So AU-able.

Thank you again for answering those questions! I actually wrote about half of a chapter after receiving those responses from the two of you. I'm sorry I had to break that response up into three in the comment section, but just let me know when you come to a decision on it.

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[sepulchrypha]

QUICK GIVE US A RANDOM FACT ABOUT A RANDOM CHARACTER.

The censer Raphael holds wafts a calming, aromatic smoke that has therapeutic qualities. Surrounding him with a literal air of comfort and healing.

#ask #someweirdoreblogger #raphael

[janumun]

You-the King's most favored pet, laying bare upside down on True Form!Sukuna's abs, an occasional deep-earthquaking breath slightly shifts his silken, smooth flesh; lower chest not even half the human size of your whole torso, gargantuan. Curse imbedded steel beneath you, stoic, waiting patient as a saint to combust into all-consuming hellfire and brimstone. Iron lungs, and gluttonous teeth. Anicent marble, deep void-kissed tattoos, glowing a deafening heat that gleefully antagonizes Amaterasu's radiant sun.

Bruised in feather-soft cresent moons from your determinated "assault," kisses touched of dark stars and lively lips, moist lust soaking between the cracks, careful not to childishly drivel all over your lord's flawless body. Your eternal worship of Sukuna's evil form, a physical, selfish devotion he personally allows.

(Only from yourself, an order, directly from his throat. Leaving no room for arguments. His command, swollen deeply into your brittle bones as your own humane pleasures and soul sunk heavy like a sailor's anchor into Sukuna's, not that he will ever let you know that, not while the Devil's pride rules these chard hills.)

A true immortal, pure cruelty bound in a sinister body far too human looking to be anything borne of the natural order. Morality doesn’t exist in The Malevolent Shrine, The King of Curses teads the weaker masses on Earth to fulfill his endless appetite til the day he finally falls then rots neath the spoils. Inspire fear and destruction, shamelessly swat some pitiful insects, devastate mountains, and poor villages regurdless whether human, innocent, or otherwise.

(Humans look upon his sharp spire in frozen shock and fear, ever aware of his immense fighting power and curse knowledge, infectious in Humanity's most heroic of hearts. An ocean of bleeding corpses makes way for his upcoming slaughter over the next town.

Cursed spirits bow their heads in frightful respect of their rightful superior, but alike to humans, are equally afraid of his feet traveling bored by their chosen lands, searching for his newest piece of meat to pick apart piece by delicate piece, to play with then discard like trash.

And his next prey just so happened to be you.)

Sukuna has obviously grown used to a lot of things over the millennia walking olden Japan as the most powerful deity alive; to the ear ripping screams of his unfortunate victims, the Jujutsu elderly's countless pleads for sweet mercy when Sukuna hardly ever knew such a pathetic word, even on a good day, glancing upon the horizon's cruel split of a perfectly good dawn, a clean wound in the sky's penniless paper.

Sukuna is used to the fearful devotion of his followers and merger weaker cursed spirits. Bound to him by soul-striking fear and the promise that he would "spare" their life's if they tended to him as mortals should to their Ascended. They've been around quite a long time in his constant, rampant, rampages through the countryside. Useful as they were enough, it was always pure, unfiltered fear that ravaged the weak souls and hollow minds in his dark kingdom. What Sukuna isn’t used to, which is already very few between-

-Is sincerity.

(Sucking and dutifully stroking his erect cocks, you-furfill your bodily duty to your King to the absolute fullest amongst everyone else he threw to the wastes over the centuries. You do not serve him out of fear for your life, not out of stupid desperation to helplessly convince him to spare you, then perhaps "skip" your beloved home village.

You befell yourself to the ground, bend your knees to him out of your own free will alone, ready to die and be devoured by the hands of the towering God before you. Whose malicious smiling fangs threatened to break his face into thirds from just how surprised Sukuna was to return home from a finished hunt and see a beautiful kitten beyond his claimed wood actually, genuinely offer themselves to him. Not because of some grand sacrifice or moral value, but because you could and just wanted too; uninfluenced by your higher elders or fellow humans, undeterred by the chaotic stories of The King of Curse's ruthless mannerisms, if anything it inspired you to drown yourself further into his domain. Which, where humans and curses were often concerned,

Is a guaranteed death wish.

Sukuna knew exactly what fear and fright tasted like having consumed it literally his entire existence. Fear and jaw-dropping despair were two sides of the same coin. However, while you sang your poetic praises so high to the Heavens, it would render God a jealous mess, Sukuna didn't taste a single lie. Never subtle in the beginning, unpredictably consistent, Sukuna liked that about you.

If anything, you were more fearful of pungent rejection, being denied both life under foot in Sukuna's cursed servtude and/or the unmistakable honor of death forged by a god's beckoning hand-the feeling of never belonging to even the conquistador of death himself, compared to him in the flesh, standing inhumanly tall afront of you.

(He would be offended by your sheer audacity, to wander aimlessly for him in his personal domain of all damned places that even fools know never to trespass and just expect him to entertain whatever empty thoughts exist in that pitiful head of yours.

How did you even possibly walk so far in Ryomen Sukuna's domain without attracting the attention of the lesser dogs lingering like hungry ghosts within his bloodshot mists? They usually jump like party springs at the chance of fresh meat. Did you evade them that quickly? Did you just so happen to catch them on the one singke day they didn't feel like venturing out and about like they always did? Impressive, Sukuna admits.

Likely would've murdered you for it regurdless, if not for the intense, overflowing amount of sincere amusement and intrigue boiling red hot lava in Sukuna's loins.

Why should he-The King of Curses-turn down such an eager subject? You interest him greatly so far, what could go wrong?)

If your King wanted to brutally dehead you while you were busy choking yourself further down his aggressive lengths, tightening throat swallowing him whole, you would be calm and content. Accept the fate your King generously bestowed upon your unworthy self with dignity because how else should you die by your God's will?

Both his cocks exclusively pour pre-cum, erupting like furious volcanos. Drooling at the thought of you, at the promise of pleasure and satisfaction, you seductively caught those fat droplets, each cruel vein and senstive bundle of nerves throbbing at the long wet trail of your submission. Ensuring to deprave neither dick of your lewd caresses and mouth, your God deserves your complete undivided attention any time he commands it. Serving him in every way Sukuna so loves it. Your loyal tongue salivates, while you're quite eager, you know not to rush far too quickly due to the dangerous risk of upsetting your immoveable God.

He hated ending it so quickly, people like you come so rarely, he will drain you for all your worth slowly while personally engraving his cursed name along every pore of flushed skin, especially when he plans so many more rounds in the near future.

He isn't anywhere near done with you.

I cannot say anything except suggesting you should try posting your writing/brain-rot officially within the Sukuna tag, for other Curse King lovers, I’m sure many would love it if they could find this later on with the proper tags! :)

#(not asks) #someweirdoreblogger

[sparrow-stunned]

Would you write for Osial? I wanna know before I send in a request.

i do! (or rather, i will write him if you send in any requests!) just heads up that his personality is kinda hazy in my mind since there's not too much information on his character, so i'm going to just write him based on the ✨vibes✨i'm getting from him LOL. feel free to include some of your personal interpretations/headcanons—i'll try to incorporate it (though no final promises because it may make it harder for me to write)

#psyche.answers #someweirdoreblogger #osial—interesting character to write for i'd think! #the amount of fuckery you could come up with is what interests me #poor reader tho rip

[suguwu]

have you written anything for sukuna yet? OvO

i have not written anything for sukuna! the one fic i have outlined would be...an absolute behemoth of a fic and i'm not sure i'm prepared to commit to it! i would like to write for him one day—esp true form sukuna because 👀

#🪴.ask #someweirdoreblogger #it involves. time travel. of a sort. #more like a projection of your consciousness into your past via cursed technique use but i digress

[2af-afterdark]

Ordering Mammon to help you with your heat aaaa!!

Instincts

Fandom: What in Hell is Bad? Content: Mammon/GN!MC, pwp, heat, A/N: Guess what? You get a whole drabble as your response because... that thot it hot. Word Count: 360

Skin dripping with sweat. Muscular fingers biting into sore, tired hips. Animalistic growls mixing and mingling in the hot air. Two bodies joined together in lewd rhapsody.

“Don't stop!” You screamed with vocal cords torn to shreds from a night and day of endless pleasure.

There was no purpose to your pleas though. Mammon was yours, willingly lying beneath you with a smile and hunger in his eyes as your hole clenched around his cock. The only role he had in this moment was to scratch the itch deep inside of you and keep his hands on your hips to help you continue to bounce on top of him as he thrust up into you, no matter how tired you were.

He enjoyed the sight of you on top of him, skin burning up as your swollen, puffy hole swallowed his length over and over. Your fingers splayed out across his broad chest, pushing your weight against him to lift yourself over the thick, throbbing cock buried so deep inside of you that it beat against your heated core; the very place that had been burning you from the inside was being crushed by his every motion.

“Fuck me,” you cried so loudly that you were sure the entirety of Tartaros could hear you.

He smiled, lips pulled back far enough to expose his canines as he stared up at you. “Whatever my Master wants.”

You were ravenous, milking him with your greedy hole that wanted even more of him and wouldn't be satisfied until you had taken everything.

It wasn't a need for energy that drove your actions; he had already filled you with enough devil energy to last a several weeks. For you, this was purely about sex; about using him to satisfy the most primal instinct that overrode your sanity and reason.

As another orgasm, the most recent of many, rocked through your body, your walls clenched down around him and encouraged him to join you. Again, it was only the most recent and, given how you began to roll your hips against him almost immediately, he knew it wouldn't be the last that your body demanded.

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[anantaru]

I look at The Aeons and wonder when the hot eldritch cosmic sex will finally begin.

( Not thinking about dominating space tentacles or sacrificing myself to the giant Aeon of Destruction for their own amusement, definitely not.)

i want an orgy with all of them, lan is hot too don‘t even

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[ddarker-dreams]

theres only one way to get rid of churro

kick em where it matters!

IT'S WHAT HE DESERVES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sometimes you just have to go on strike against your yandere. it might not always have the best outcome but the momentary satisfaction is worth it .

#answered #someweirdoreblogger

[delilah705]

btw i love your naga!nai im exploding, im reading it for the 100th time.

Aaaa- X3 I love him so much! Oh, the hands and the markings! His ears and teeth and the way his tail curls around her! The little blush on reader! I'm losing it at her looking up at those sharp teeth and that gaping mouth in that last tiny panel. XD It's true! Reader is his emotional support human! Thank you! :'D ahfhjss- 100th time?!? Already?!?! XD Wow! I'm glad you like it. :') Your art is so good! >w< And I'd love to see your Quetzalcoatl Vash doodles if you would like to show me!

#Sfw #Ask #someweirdoreblogger #someweirdoreblogger's art! #Lovely fanart of my fic! :D #Millions Knives #Trigun Stampede #Wrapped In His Coils #Naga Nai

[buddhaamitabha]

@someweirdoreblogger felt the urge to draw Vash, might have been infected with the obsession DSKAJNSJND

#trigun stampede #vash the stampede #humanoid typhoon #vash #tristamp

[janumun]

imagine what it'd be like if Lumine tries to come and save us from the Abyss? It can't be easy. As I'm sure Aether isn't exactly keen on allowing HIS pet (his one and only,the holder of his heart, one of the only 2 people he will ever feel "home"with) go free from his hands, especially when he has plans for you. Let alone his generals either. And well, do you want to go back? It's not like you had anyone more important then Aether. It can be home here, you just have to let him show you.

Lumine is going to be horrified by what she sees. Somewhere in her heart, she did realize that you, along with the other Archons, were not entirely forthcoming with information when questioned about the truth of this world and to realize you might’ve approached her with the conscious knowledge that she was her brother’s sister... is discomfiting to her.

But what you’ve become, since she last saw you, mindless and so.... empty and dependent, under Aether’s hands, she can’t help but question her brother’s methods and would wish to rescue you.

Only, Aether won’t be as sympathetic to Lumine’s cause, would he? A stubborn, vengeful part of him that knows of your sins and sees how you’ve ensnared his twin with the same sweet lies you once let him believe — let him fool himself into false fantasies of your unwavering affections for him until he followed you to the end of his journey, like a fool in love — it irks him to see his past self reflected in his twin’s gaze.

And for the first time since he had you dragged into the Abyss and allowed you to be defiled by his generals, Aether strides towards your piteous naked form at his feet and hooks a firm arm about your body, fully exposing your debauchery to Lumine’s sight, in an attempt to jostle her own notions of your innocence. “Watch, sister and ascertain the truth for yourself.” He speaks; slow, measured, simmering anger in every syllable, as he parts your legs for the very first time — under deplorable circumstances he would’ve never once imagined he’d touch you in, never like this had he been given the choice, but there is no tenderness now. Gloved index and ring; parting your folds to reveal them glistening, to your breathy sounds of Aether—

“Do not speak.” He grits out. Thrusting those very fingers into you, without warning, without gentleness, just to drown out the echoes of your voice ricocheting within his skull, so you may stop occupying his every breath, every thought. You, his enemy.

“You will not lie to me, never again.” And the one conscious part of your mind — small, frail, fleeing — recognizes the pained resignation and grief that frissons through his voice.

Allowing him to do as he pleases; to you, your mind, your body, if it soothes even part of his misery and anger.

It’s alright, Aether. It always has been, with you. I love you.

Letting your legs fall slack at your sides.

Aether’s exhale breaks against your ears, in pain. Sinking a harsh bite into your shoulder, as he shudders,

Not when I won’t ever leave your body able to betray or reject me, not again.

#am I a sucker for both Aether and Lumine being smitten in this doomed twisted love story? absolutely LMAO #Lumine please call me I am free on Thursdays #and Fridays #and every other day #lets have a date with the Abyss Prince as well #I am begging #asks #someweirdoreblogger #janulogue #abyss prince aether #genshin impact imagines

[hana-no-seiiki]

Progress on our Saint Sanctus Medicus

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[tawus]

Ryomen Sukuna

Prompt: "Alone and defiant to the end, the rest of your comrades have already fallen."

For @someweirdoreblogger

First he took your eyes.

You didn’t know whether if it was out of mercy that he slit a gash across them with his sharp purple claws as soon as you launched your attack, instead of harming you anywhere else. You wondered if it was out of mercy that he blinded you to all the red that was around you – the red that was spurting in fountains from the severed heads, arms, legs and torsos of your fellow sorcerers, your comrades; the red that was pooling underneath your feet – new and old, of all those slain and being slayed; the red that coated his four huge hands as he tore your team members apart, and the red that clung to his canines when he deemed biting off a limb more riveting than just tearing it off; the red of his freakishly four eyes that had swirled and focused on you – dismissive and refusing to graze any of the ones he was dismembering.

But it wasn’t mercy. Not when you could still hear their wails, the spurts of their blood, the tearings of their flesh, ligament from ligament, meat from bone. And worst of all – when you could still hear the sound of their regret. You wheezed while listening to that sound expressed in their final cries: regret for having picked the wrong path in their lives – the path that led them to the King of Curses and to the lifeless mush they were now beneath his titanic feet.

The sounds stopped, save for one: the steady breathing of the feral beast himself. Followed by the sinister spiral of his laughter, starting from the hadal depths of his body in a deep vibrating rumble, before climbing to the mocking resonance – abuse – of sound, which borrowed from the screeching and demonic cries of the banshees – until at last he erupted in an earthquake of open-mouthed howl that shook the ground, shook the cave, shook the bones within your body.

In primal terror you inched a step back but stopped abruptly, having felt that your sole stepped on something wet and crunchy. Hideo’s ribcage? Misaki senpai’s face? Kenji’s thorax? Aina’s skull with her brain still inside? Could have been any one of them, you knew, with bile climbing your oesophagus.

Sukuna stepped toward you, reverberating the rock beneath your feet.

It wasn’t out of mercy, you realised once again, that he took your eyes. Because you could still feel the red sloshing at your feet. You could still sense the red of those eyes on you. You could feel the red unsated hunger in them still.

“Stop!” you had but the sense to command – plead, really – when his claw’s sharp tip alighted on your clavicle and traced up your neck. On his hot breath that fanned your face you smelled the metal of the blood of your vanquished pals.

He has no right! No fucking right!!

Brave words they were, dignified sentiments. But none of them could leave your lips in any other form than wet, mangled cries – desperate and pathetic.

“Alone and defiant to the end…” the same voice that shook the cave and your bones, now said to you in a low indulgent growl. “Didn’t you know? The rest of your comrades have already fallen.”

#jjk #ryomen sukuna #ryoumen sukuna #sukuna #true form sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #tawus #sukuna x reader #sukuna x y/n #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x you #ryoumen sukuna x reader #infidelityhcs

[house-of-laminations]

How far do you think the elderitch demon bros would go to fulfill their MC`s whims in their pacts? Would they kill, regardless of whether the person is deserving or innocent? Would they torture? Would they traumatize and manipulate? Even if the order itself wasn't directing them to hurt others if it suddenly came up to be necessary, would they do so? I am interested in hearing your take on how they handle the pact with their special MC.

sorry this took so long but I wanted to give this ask the attention it deserves 💛

For me, what's important to always understand and remember about the brothers is that they're not human. And they never have been.

They were angels once, sure, but again you cannot ever forget that. Angels may be the 'good' to demons' 'bad' but I don't think that really compares to a human's version of ethics or morality. Hell, even amongst humans, we don't really agree on what is 'moral' or 'right' - and on some things, we never will. Angels have a strict code that allows for very few, if any, deviations. They are not afraid to wipe humans, angels, entire civilizations off the map if it means righting a wrong done to their code. No deviations allowed - not even if it was for the good of others. Lilith is a good example of that.

And then you have to consider, well. The brothers Fell. And not under normal circumstances, but after war and bloodshed. After the loss of their sister. War has a habit of eroding common sense, and it becomes a very slippery slope no matter what side you're on when it comes to what you will and will not do. They were forced to turn on former siblings, potentially even kill them. Who knows what they did to gather intelligence, to force the other side to flinch, to punish deserters, but it probably wouldn't fly under the Geneva Convention (that wasn't anywhere close to existing yet). There's a certain insensitivity that builds in war.

Demons under Diavolo may have rules and guidelines to follow, but even then those are a lot looser than anything Angels or humans would permit But these guys are also avatars. They're the sins represented in flesh. The very same sins that seem to be at the heart of all devildom life. The sins can be viewed as a representation of selfishness - and by extension, a negligence of empathy of sympathy. Which leads me to...

I think the brothers would do almost anything for MC, under orders or otherwise. "Almost" because I would question their capability more than their willpower - there could be a timeline where they ask for the head of the demon prince, and though they may try they might not succeed due to the discrepancy in strength.

Combining everything I've mentioned above - the strict lawful code of angels, the affordances made in war, the selfishness and compulsiveness of demon ontologies - the brothers' sense of ethics and morality would absolutely allow them to forsake 'common good' ideas to see that MC is safe and happy. Some of them with a bit more wisdom, like Lucifer, might question some of the circumstances (you don't want to have to make more enemies than you have to) but even then I think they'd happily do anything MC asks. For better, or for worse. So you better hope to their Father that MC would never ask anything of them, that they'd never wish or strive for power or suffering over others.

Anyway that's my take on things! 💛got a bit prose-y at the end so I hope this answer somewhat satisfies!!

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[2af-afterdark]

Those tentacles in Levi's coffin,,

The creators knew exactly what they were doing and what we will be thinking about with that context,,,

I have thought about those tentacles many times. I have thought about all the things they could do even more times. I have debated writing about them doing what we all KNOW we want them to do, but I always hesitate. Specifically, I hesitate not because I don't absolutely adore the thought, but because I think Leviathan would blow a fuse and get jealous. The tentacles belong to creatures he has contracts with, but I don't think he would be too happy about them playing around with MC's body. If they did, he would probably have to "cleanse" them. Not an unpleasant thought though... Jealous Leviathan is always a kink of mine. Lol

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