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sdr2lovemail · 6 days
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[spoilers for Persona 3 Reload] me the whole of Sep:
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bonus:
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sdr2lovemail · 7 days
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Today is a great day for weird women everywhere! Welcome back, freak!
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A.B.A | Guilty Gear STRIVE
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sdr2lovemail · 12 days
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I haven’t been able to write anything longer than 1000 words in a while. But the second I start writing for Rain Code the words pouring out. Fuck you, Yomi Hellsmile! You took everything from me! /(Loving)
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sdr2lovemail · 13 days
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May I request a similar fic to the Sanemi fic with Kyojuro Rengoku? Or Giyu? (One where he survives preferably) but maybe without thw arguing? I love me some hurt/ comfort. OR Some family fluff would also be cute if you'd rather to that instead ♡ ;w;
If not, that's 100% alright. 🥰 No pressure, I know some people can be real rude 😕
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Set Your Health Ablaze! (GN Reader)
Synopsis: After getting injured on a mission, Rengoku helps you get back on your feet
Notes: I fear I struggle to write for Rengoku. :( Great character, but strangly hard to characterize for me. I hope you enjoy! (Weh, two requests in one day, and I'm working on a third! 0u0)
Requests are open!
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“It’s okay… We’re almost there.”
Kyojuro’s pulse was loud in his ears. He let his guard down for only a moment, but it was enough time for you to get hurt. His haori was wrapped around your torso, staining dark with blood. Every step he took sent shockwaves of pain through your body.
“Just keep your eyes open and steady your breathing. Kocho will help you soon.” At this point, Kyojuro didn’t know if he was comforting you or himself. The Butterfly Estate was coming into view, and Kyojuro picked up his fast pace. 
Aoi nearly dropped her basket of sheets as the door slammed open. She was about to reprimand Kyojuro for being so loud at night, but she caught sight of you. Her eyes widen and flicker at the Flame Hashira’s disheveled appearance.
His legs were shaking as he took a step forward. “Please… Go fetch, Kocho. It’s urgent.”
Setting the basket down, Aoi quickly guides Kyojuro to a room. “Right, you can bring them in here.  Keep applying pressure to the wound. I’ll be back right away.”
He lied you down as the butterfly girl ran off. It was like he couldn’t breathe. 
It was like his heart stopped. This wasn’t the first time he’s seen you injured, but it’s never been this bad. He knew that being a slayer was a dangerous job. But it never stopped the aching feeling in his chest. It never stopped the feeling of helpless dread that washed over him.
Kneeling by the bed, Kyojuro had one hand gripping yours and the other pressing his haori against the wound. Your pulse was weak but still there. “I’m here, my love. I’m not going to leave your side.” There’s a spark in his eyes as he feels you faintly squeeze his hand.
Shinobu came not soon after and quickly got to work. Kyojuro stayed, wanting to be by your side, but kept out of her way. Thankfully, the procedure didn’t take long. Removing off her gloves, Shinobu stands up from the side of the bed.
“They’ll be okay. You got them here soon enough to make sure of that. While there was a lot of blood, the wounds weren’t too deep. They only needed a few stitches.” She gives Kyojuro a reassuring smile.
He didn’t respond as his calloused hand stroked your cheek. After a moment, He finally spoke up, voice unusually quiet. “That’s a relief. I knew they would be in good hands. Thank you, Kocho. Please, give my regards to Young Kanzaki, too.” Kyojuro smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.
“There’s no need for that, Rengoku. Healing is our job. Now,” She was about to tell him to go home and get some rest after a long day, but she saw through that cracked smile. Her eyes softened. In moments like these, she was reminded that the man in front of her wasn’t just the flame hashira. He was Kyojuro Rengoku. “Would you like me to set a bed for you?”
“That would be great.”
You wake up to the sound of many repeated chants of the word “tasty.” With tired, heavy eyes, you open them and look around the room. Sitting on the bed next to you was Kyojuro with two trays on either side of him, piled high with food. Practically dropping his bowl, Kyojuro leaps up from the bed. 
“You’re awake!” He shouts, quickly quieting down as he sees you flinch. “How are you feeling, my love?” 
You let out a groan, your voice weak and shaky. “Awful…” was all you were able to muster out. It hurt to breathe, it hurt to be awake. Opening your eyes was a struggle enough.
With near-blinding speed, Kyojuro brings a tray of food over. “Are you able to eat something? You need to replenish your strength.”
“They shouldn’t be eating right now.” Aoi chimed as she brought in a pitcher of water and a packet of medicine. Standing at the bedside table she starts to mix the powder into a glass. “They could get sick. Right now, they’re on a strict liquid-only diet.”
With his usual bright smile, Kyojuro nods. “My apologies! I would hate to make their condition any worse.” 
She sets the glass closer to the bed and looks at you with a stern expression. “Try to drink as much as you can. The medicine doubles as a pain reliever, so you’ll start to feel better soon.”
With a nod, Aoi leaves the two of you alone. Kyojuro helps you sit up. His hands are warm against your chilled skin. It’s a struggle to drink, but once the pain relievers started to work, it went down a lot easier.
“I must apologize.” His voice cuts through the silence. You look up at him with a sluggish, curious gaze. Even with a smile on his face, Kyojuro seemed so sad. There was a heavy, sorrowful, air surrounding him.
“If only I had been a little quicker, you would not be lying in this hospital bed.” Taking a step back, Kyojuro drops to his knees, his forehead pressing against the wood floor. “Please, I hope you can forgive me.”
Mustering up any strength you can, you try to reach down to him.” Hey… Get off the floor. I’m not mad at you. We’re slayers. It’s almost expected of us to get hurt.” You tried to console him.
“You’re much too kind. Always so quick to forgive.” 
The way Rengoku looked up at you was so tender, so loving. His voice is quiet as he gently strokes your back. “Kocho is a wonder when it comes to medicine. You’ll be back to your usual self in no time. I’ll see to it myself.” 
True to his word, when he had the time, Kyojuro was by your side. He would stop by the Butterfly Mansion during meals to eat with you, bringing all types of food from his missions. He oversaw your rehabilitation training personally. Naho, Sumi, and Kiyo were thrilled to have him around to train. But the girls would scold him if they thought he was going too easy on you.
A few weeks later, through some convincing and that bug-eyed stare of his, Shinobu permitted you to finish healing at the Flame Hashira Estate. Kyojuro did everything in his power to make you comfortable while you healed. When he could find the time, he would help you exercise and regain your strength.
In the garden, the two of you spar with wooden swords. With a single swift motion, Rengoku jabbed you in the chest. Setting his hand on your shoulder, he lets out a loud chuckle. “You almost had me there. I’m happy to see you healing up so well. It’ll be any day now before you’re back on missions.” Bright and happy, he pulls you into a hug.
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sdr2lovemail · 14 days
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Hi there!
I finally got around to request something for Bill ^⁠_⁠^
Could I get some Bill Cipher x reader headcanons during weirdmageddon? How would it look like being by his side as his s/o? I love this yellow triangle so much-
Have a nice day / night! <3
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Being Bill Cipher's partner during Weirdmageddon! (GN Reader)
Notes: I'm surprised in all my time of being in the gravity falls fandom I've never written anything for it. I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Unhealthy relationships
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It’s all reliant on if we’re talking about canon Bill or a more fanon version where he’s capable of love. So I’ll write both!
Canon Bill would keep you around more as a plaything than a partner. A trophy, if you will. He’s taken over the world, the Pines were out of his hair, and all he needed now was a prize! And that little prize would be you! 
He will poke, push, and prod every one of your buttons until you give him a reaction. Getting angry towards him won’t do anything for you. It’ll just bring him to provoke you more.
Bill would give his henchmaniacs free rein to torment you as long as no fatal harm comes to your body.
Any privacy you thought you had is nonexistent. There are eyes everywhere. Literally!
Now, there’s another side I could imagine. It's a side that’s nicer but still nowhere near friendly. If you were a possible disciple of his, wanting to help him start the end of the world, you’d be treated slightly better. 
You’d be more like a servant than a trophy. He would give you more freedom in a way. Like sending you to do tasks that he can’t be bothered to do.
“Hey, disciple. Go run to the never ending forest dimension and send Mother Nature a message. She still owes me something.” There wouldn’t even be time for you to respond before he whisks you away with a snap of his fingers.
Now, moving on to a more romantic version of Bill!
Having been betrothed to the strongest being in the universe, you’ll be absolutely spoiled. Anything across the multiverse is yours. Bill can make it happen!
While he doesn’t need to sleep, he’ll set up a room just for you in the Fearamid. Ever seen a triangle-shaped bed? Well, now you have! The room would be decorated in the gaudiest decorations a demon could think of. I hope you like the color gold, you’ll be seeing it in your nightmares. The room would be soundproof as well. The party isn’t stopping just because Bill’s human needs some rest.
Affection with Bill won’t be typical by human standards. Rather than hugs and gentle touches, he’s a lot more aggressive. Punches on the arm, slaps on the back, and heavy-handed head rubs are more his style. But maybe if you beg, he’ll let you kiss one of his surfaces.
Trips to another dimension are always a fun date idea! You’ll be introduced to species and lands beyond your mortal comprehension. See anything you like here, go ahead and take it back to the Fearamid. What you want is yours to take!
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sdr2lovemail · 1 month
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Benevolent Affections (GN Reader)
Synopsis: This is just making out with Martina and Yomi. There is no other way I could explain it.
Notes: Something possessed me late in the night and I wrote this as soon as I woke up. This is pretty different than the stuff I usually write. (0_0;) Can you tell that I haven't ever kissed anyone?
Warnings: Yomi Hellsmile is his own warning, blood, relationships that could be read as toxic or unhealthy, suggestive themes.
Requests are open!
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Your back was against Martina’s chest. Sitting between her legs, she held you in place. Hidden behind her slim build was a surprising amount of strength. Yomi was straddling the two of you, staring down at you with an almost sinister grin. Plucking the tablet from your hand, he tossed it to the side without a care. If it broke, Yomi would just buy you a new one.
He quickly removes his gloves, and a lone finger trails down your neck. “If I’m not mistaken, which I never am, I believe I told you work should be done at the office, not brought home.” With his free hand, he wipes a crocodile tear from his eye. “Oh, how it makes me sad to think you care more about work than your loving spouses.”
You roll your eyes at his theatrics. “Yomi, you told me to have the report finished tonight.” Not to mention that he dragged you out of headquarters early.
“Hmm? No, I don’t think I ever said that.” He leans down, heated breath against the skin of your neck. “Now you’re lying? I thought higher of you.” The points of his canines lightly dragged against your skin before he bit down.
Not one to waste any time, Yomi left a trail of kisses and bites along your neck. He was teetering on the edge of lovebites and actually drawing blood. A line he was seconds away from crossing. At this moment, he wanted nothing more than to see those drips of red start to pool.
You attempt to shy away from his barrage of affection, but Martina’s grip won’t let up. “Come on! I was almost finished anyway. Give me a few more minutes, and then I’ll be your personal blood bag.” You tried to reason, but Yomi wasn’t trying to listen.
Pulling away from your neck, already starting to bruise a deep purple, Yomi looked at his right hand with cold eyes. “Silence them. All I want to hear from them is their pleasured cries.”
“Yes, Director Yomi.” Manicured fingers grip your chin, tilting your head to the side. The waxy balm of Martina’s lipstick smears against your lips as she locks you into a kiss. Her tongue enters your mouth with little force, eager to explore what she claims as hers. The way she kissed was always analytical, focused on every movement and sound you made. She would kiss your lips raw if given the chance.
Closing your eyes, you decide to accept their advances. You’ll get an earful from Yomi for not meeting his deadline later. But, you’ll stay in the moment, pressed between your partners. Martina’s sweet hums filled your ears alongside Yomi’s huffs of air.
With Martina occupying your lips, Yomi leans back into your neck. The new angle provides more surface for his teeth to mark. A smirk plays on his lips. Like a warning, a moment of peace, he left a trail of kisses along your jawline before heading downward. He paused at the junction where your neck and shoulder met. With a near-cruel giggle, he bit down. A groan bubbles up in the back of his throat, tasting the sharp, metallic taste of blood.
You flinched, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Yomi loved to purposefully seek out pressure points just to see you cry. In response, you instinctively try to back away. Martina’s hold on your chin tightens. She pulled away, her lips brushing against yours as she spoke. “Stop your squirming at once. Director Yomi is gracing you with his love.” Not giving you time to respond, she leads you into another hungry kiss.
With a hand tangled in her hair, Yomi rips Martina away from you. “Now, now, my dear right hand. No need to be so pushy. If anything, their squirming makes this all the better. Now move. I want to taste those pretty lips of theirs.” Yomi laughed, licking the blood off his lips, ready to draw more.
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sdr2lovemail · 1 month
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Palestinian Sunbird
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The Palestine sunbird was declared the national bird of Palestine in 2015 after the Israeli occupation authorities tried to change its name in their efforts to erase Palestinian identity.
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sdr2lovemail · 1 month
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🍉From the river to the sea!
Palestine will be FREE! 🍉
🧵Resources and links below! 🧵
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Consider supporting some of the following reputable charities who are working hard to help provide Palestinians with what they need!
CareforGaza! (They are an on the ground charity helping to provide Gaza with food and resources)
https://x.com/careforgaza?s=21
Some resources to educate yourself!
Theres mediums for anyone and everyone to learn! (Video essays, write ups, books, etc)
https://x.com/cineqrl/status/1750010171772797149?s=46
A link to the Pious Project’s website that also has links to various other fundraising projects to help Gaza! One of TPP’s fundraisers is specifically raising to get menstruation products to people in Gaza!
https://x.com/purplebnnuy/status/1749293359968231427?s=46
A source to familiarize yourself with Palestine. Its history, its past and it’s long struggle against its oppressors
https://x.com/odetoyar/status/1718145706387493282?s=46
Esims for Gaza!
They’re currently in need of Holafly but any Esims really help!
They have a tutorial on how to send it in after purchase (make sure NOT to activate it!)
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sdr2lovemail · 1 month
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Go on a date with me! I’ll bring him flowers and chocolates!
If you could get Seth Burroughs to do one thing, what would it be?
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sdr2lovemail · 2 months
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sdr2lovemail · 2 months
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Sometimes I hate having side characters as my favorites. I know I’m never seeing him again, especially because he’s like in jail now or dead. I’ll miss him forever. In mourning, I bought the only piece of merch he has, an acrylic stand. I will now go write self insert/x reader fanfiction to fill the Seth Burroughs shaped hole in my heart.
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sdr2lovemail · 2 months
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You know the game got you when you start making headcanons
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sdr2lovemail · 2 months
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Hiiiii This might be my only rain code live-blogging, idk I’ll have to see how I feel about the rest of the game.
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This is not the face of a murderer! Nah, something else gotta be going on! Not my man Zilch with his fun hat and glasses. I will not believe!!! Free my man, this is not him! I might play some more tonight, hoping I’m not actually delusional and he’s not just some cold hearted killer!
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sdr2lovemail · 2 months
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for the character interaction! i'm not sure how to format this omg.
a love letter for fem!horropedia please !! ♡
Letting out a big yawn, Horropedia steps out of her room. In the corner of her eye, she noticed a pink envelope taped to the door. With gloved fingers, she grabs the envelope with little care, expecting another reprimanding note from the staff. Taking a closer look, Horropedia takes in a few details.
“Hmm, how interesting. A pink envelope, hearts surrounding my real name, and a faint floral scent. One could say that this would be an a-class love letter.”
It was like she heard what she was saying. Adjusting her glasses with an ever-growing blush, Horropedia looks over the envelope again, and again, and again. “Oh!” Her eyes grew wide as she quickly stumbled back into her room.
The soft pink was almost jarring against the grunge of her decorations. She sat in her yellow armchair and looked down at the envelope. Her heart beat loudly in her ears. Reading this could go two ways. One was a cruel prank pulled by one of her fellow foundation members. And the other was someone pronouncing their love to her for real.
“Well, they could’ve put this on the wrong door. No, it says my name. My name. It’s no mere coincidence. I guess I should open it...” She was almost too afraid to. Just a few days prior she was trapped in a real-life horror movie, yet somehow this was more nerve-wracking.
Taking in a deep, nervous breath, she opens the letter.
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It's been a while since I've written one of these! I've missed them!
Character Interactions
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sdr2lovemail · 2 months
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I’m melting into a pile of room temperature water!! This was graaaahhhhh!! I loved it!! I love vampires!!!!
I'm on my hands and knees begging, pleading, dying for a crumb, an ounce of vampire Emil. The pitiful boy...he needs a snacc.......we must provide.
I like to think Joesph did not want this wet sad dog (he has enough in his house) but reader doesnt ever listen to him
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Emil is heavily dependent on you. In the first years of him entering the Desaulniers' estate with you, he refused to leave your side. Ada, a doctor turned vampire, had been caring for him, nurturing him, and sired him. Her death in fire started by vampire hunters had left the man helpless. He has no idea how to hunt, he was made to rely on Ada for his feedings and to assist with the deal the hungry beast within him.
A vampire like him, ones who's beast is stronger than the humanity remaining, are a problem Joseph rather not deal with. He told you this and you disobey him. He will deliver a fair punishment for you but it is too late get rid of Emil.
He would hover around you at all times. When the other wished for direct feeding or alone time with you, he would cling to you. Harmless but annoying to those who also are attached to you.
Emil has gotten better over time but his clingy nature is just part of who he is. He is the only one who sleeps in your room, he doesn't do anything and your scent gives him comfort when you are doing your job.
The man needs to directly feed, no blood wine or vials of blood. He needs to be held by you as bites and drinks enough for the hunger pains to go away. After he likes to hold you, listen to your heart, feel how warm you are. Skin on skin contact is nice and he never pushes for more. Emil will lick the wounds you got from fights or just cuts from doing work. It is like a pup who whines seeing his owner hurt.
Joseph allows the pet (you hate when he calls Emil that) so long has he doesn't become a problem.
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sdr2lovemail · 2 months
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she just has one of those faces yknow
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sdr2lovemail · 2 months
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Sdr2lovemail's Character Interactions!
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Have you ever wanted to interact with your faves without all the lore and buildup? Now you can with Sdr2lovemail's Character Interactions!
You can ask your faves almost anything! Marriage proposal? Sure! Lunch invitation? Why not! Love Letter? How romantic!
They can be platonic, romantic, familial. Asks can be as long or as short as you desire them to be.
Need an example? Here is the tag of previously filled out interactions!
Any fandom on my What I write for list is up for requests! And as usual my rules still apply to interactions!
I never gave interactions an official post so I'm doing it now two years later!
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