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bubblesthemonsterartist · 6 days

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my happy marraige, kiyoka/miyo, kiyoka has to inform miyo that her power to dream walk has become personally troublesome

For as long as she can remember, Miyo’s dreams have not been, well, dreams.

They’ve been sad places, nightmares full of regret and cruelty. More recently, they’ve become literal battlefields as Usuba-san helps her discover the hard boundaries of her gift and where it can be pounded and stretched like mochi.

Sleep has often been more exhausting than wakefulness.

The past few nights, however, her dreams have been unsettling for other reasons. Instead of waking in a cold sweat with tears staining her pillow, she’s… hot, her body filled with an unfamiliar ache. Her dreams, usually so clear, are indistinct and fuzzy: A flash of danna-sama’s jewel-like eyes, his breath stirring softly against the small of her throat, a firm body sheltering hers. Underneath his patient hands, her body blooms into a storm of sakura petals.

In the morning, she rouses late and so remarkably well-rested that she almost forgets to apologize to Yurie.

Miyo presses her palms against her cheeks to cool them. Such brazen dreams shame her. Her husband-to-be is an important man with a great deal of responsibility. It is her duty to keep the home ready for his return, not entertain such selfish reveries.

And yet-

Her heart gives a single, longing squeeze.

The truth is that she misses him. Their phone calls have been brief and sporadic the last week, and while she is assured at his eventual return and grateful that he makes the time for someone as lowly as her, his voice alone only makes her miss him more.

She’s truly unworthy to be such a man’s wife.

There’s a racket at the front door as it is violently thrown open, something heavy clattering in the entryway. Miyo follows the sound, startled. Yurie is off today, and danna-sama is not expected for several more days.

And yet, here he is. Panting like he ran here instead of driving his car, his traveling trunk haphazardly lain between them. Her husband-to-be is covered in a film of sweat, hair knot askew and uniform misbuttoned. In several places.

When his eyes land on her, he steps cleanly over his luggage, approaching her with intent until her back bumps the wall. His arms bracket her body, mouth so close to hers that that sweet ache from her dreams stirs.

“If you wanted me home so badly-” His eyes pin her in place-- “You could have just asked.”

#bubbleswrites #my happy marriage #drabble challenge #100 word challenge #that i failed horribly this time around #400 words #but i really don't see you complaining much #miyo projects her dreams to kiyoka unintentionally whoopsie 😇

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luxbub · 4 months

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munch!aemond targaryen

minors DNI +18

a/n this isn’t really that much of a munch fic but i didn’t know what else to name it

munch!aemond who you couldn’t separate from the heaven between your thighs

munch!aemond who makes your back arch the second his mouth is on you

munch!aemond who doesn’t give a shit about the desperate whines that trumble out of your lips, as long as you keep grinding your cunt against his face in that delicious way you are doing right now

munch!aemond who takes his time sucking your throbbing clit into his mouth, causing the pleasure of your first orgasm to roll through you

munch!aemond who doesn’t relent and locks his arms around your thighs, pulling your spasming pussy closer to his face and pinning you in your position after you tried to squirmed away from too much overstimulation

munch!aemond who is groaning and moaning from the delicious taste of your wet pussy on his tongue

munch!aemond who had to pause his lapping at your cunt just to grasp out “one more, love” and get back to his work on your cunt

And of course your body does what it’s master says.

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bubblesthemonsterartist · 25 days

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If you’re still taking drabble prompts, I would love to request some Yona. As for the prompt…Hak loves being bossed around and we haven’t seen much of that lately. If you think about it, you’d be doing him a favor by giving him what he wants if you write this. (This does not need to be nsfw if you don’t want it to be.)

Anger scorches the cavern of her chest as Kye-sook’s dark robes melt into the shadows and out of her sight.

“I remember when you used to boss me around like that.”

The corner of Hak’s mouth turns in that infuriating smirk that sends her up the wall. Not too long ago she’d strangle him when she saw it. Now her first two fingers hook in the cord of his necklace, and with barely pressure at all, he lowers himself to her. One would think it would take more for such a big man to bend.

“You already know who’s boss.”

#bubbleswrites #drabble #100 word challenge #akatsuki no yona #yona of the dawn #hakyona #sorry for the delay i had to read the entire manga series to remember their voices XD

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bubblesthemonsterartist · 25 days

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For the Drabble ask:

hakyona, Hak pining

twiyor, Loid disappearing after the end of Op Strix

It is said the reign of King Il rose and fell in a silence. That his death was heralded by an exhale of relief.

Hak doesn’t know about any of that. To him, King Il understood the cost of peace sometimes meant hacking away at your own skin. The common people, however, only had so many pounds of flesh to give.

So no one apprehended the unidentified assassin that night. All witnesses were oddly looking the other way or too drunk to remember. No one seems to care.

Well. Except her. She cares.

And she doesn’t talk to him anymore.

#bubbleswrites #drabble #100 words challenge #akatsuki no yona #yona of the dawn #hakyona #probably not what you were going for but an angsty au just fell out of me #sorrynotsorry #XD

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bubblesthemonsterartist · 4 months

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Wen Ying resigns himself to having ~feelings~ for Shouxue with a sort of "this would have happened anyway" vibe (a modern AU would be lovely, but an in-universe also sounds great if you'd prefer that more!)

Also, as someone who's starved for Raven of the Inner Palace fic, I think you're a godsend btw

“Hey roomie—” Whatever he was going to say is abruptly aborted, Dan Hai’s large dog-like eyes rounding above a frown. “Aww, what’s wrong, buddy?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Wen Ying drags himself across the apartment, joints collapsing in on themselves and landing him face first onto the couch.

Dan Hai folds himself over the back of the couch, crowding his space specifically in the way Wen Ying would prefer he does not. “What is it? Something wrong with your squish?”

Wen Ying sighs. Dan Hai’s skills of perception are truly unfair.

“Hmm? What was that? What did you say?”

Wen Ying pulls himself up from the couch cushion, takes a deep breath, and confesses his sins. “I masturbated yesterday.”

The pause is too long, the silence too thick for a man who habitually does not know how to shut up. When he looks up, Dan Hai’s startled expression is waiting for him. “Were you, like, thinking of her? I hate to inform you of this, but that’s pretty standard.”

This is what his life has come to. Getting life advice from this heathen who doesn’t even appreciate the skill it takes to properly play the clarinet.

#bubbleswrites #drabble #100 word challenge #(okay i cheated a little this is 200 words instead of 100 but the scene was begging to be written)#raven of the inner palace #modern au #one where dan hai is a recovering addict and one of the rules is no relationships for two years after rehab #wen ying is ace but is starting to discover that he leans towards demi #and wei qing is just... really really repressed #super into gaojun but not quite ready to admit that #also shouxue's in-universe possession translates as a chronic condition i don't make the rules #and those rules are that every show that sabraeal and i mutually enjoy must get #1) a modern au #and 2) a regency au #at least in our hearts #(and dms)

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bubblesthemonsterartist · 5 days

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Malevolent Spirits, nightmare

“Be careful, Botan-chan!”

She beams, scurrying towards the prep table. “I will.”

This is kind of fun! She’d never had a part-time job before. In high school, when her classmates hurried off after the last bell, leaving the cleaning to her, she’d felt… envious. Like she was missing out.

“I’ve got this.” Pushing back her sleeves, Botan leverages the pot of rice off the counter, but gravity takes hold and it is suddenly much heavier. With a crash that has every saenome in the cafeteria half out of their chairs, talismans at the ready, Botan grimaces,

“I didn’t have it…”

#bubbleswrites #mononogatari #malevolent spirits #drabble #100 word challenge #what's a food service job without a couple of destroyed plates ya know?

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bubblesthemonsterartist · 4 months

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Drabble-Drabble 2024

Akatsuki no Yona

Paths untraveled (AU, barely HakYona) To bend a knee (HakYona)

Hakuouki

Raindrops (Iba x Chizuru)

Malevolent Spirits

Armor Part-Time Job

My Happy Marriage

Sweet dreams (Miyo x Kiyoka)

Raven of the Inner Palace (they all ended up being modern au)

Treats (Gaojun, Wei Qing, Shouxue) Catching feels (Wen Ying, Shouxue, double drabble!) Unsatisfactory situation (Dan Hai, Wen Ying, Implied Dan Hai/Jiujiu)

#bubbleswrites #drabble #100 word challenge #i'm just putting them all in one place as I build #will pin to the top of my blog

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bubblesthemonsterartist · 4 months

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THE RETURN OF THE DRABBLE DRABBLE!

My Mission: 100 words exactly per prompt.

Your Mission, Should you choose to accept it: Send me a fandom and/or a pairing, and point me in a general direction. Mood, color, highly specific au, whatever floats your boat, and I'll see what I can do for you >:3

Most of the fandoms you see me reblog are up for grabs. But if you're drawing a blank: Akagami no Shirayukihime, Hakuouki, Akatsuki no Yona, Spy x Family, Arcane, Way of the Househusband, My Dress Up Darling, Gakuen Babysitters, My Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom!, Raven of the Inner Palace, Malevolent Spirits, etc etc

Ask me

#bubbleswrites #ask bubbles #i'm on vacation for two more days and i am hungry for writings #so pls consider me >:D #drabble #100 word challenge

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bubblesthemonsterartist · 4 months

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Raven of the Inner Palace, treats

“Why do you keep giving me snacks? Are you a pedo or something?”

Wei Qing glares at her with murderous intent that promises an exchange later. Shouxue doesn’t know what his problem is. Gaojun just blinks.

“You’re eighteen,” he remarks. “And no. Don’t you like them?”

“But you’re twenty-six,” she counters. “When you were eighteen, I was ten.”

“It doesn’t work that way,” Wei Qing grits each word. “If you would go outside and touch grass-”

“It’s what you do,” Gaojun interrupts. “For friends. You don’t like them?”

Shouxue fiddles with the corner of the wrapper. “I didn’t say that.”

#bubbleswrites #drabble #100 word challenge #raven of the inner palace #more of the modern au #probably my last prompt for this series #but i just love gaojun and shouxue's strange there not there relationship #even moreso in the books #and i'm just imagining how they both don't quite understand #how the landlord and the tenant of the condo #quite got to this place

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bubblesthemonsterartist · 4 months

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Malevolent Spirits, the smart fabric

There’s blood everywhere.

It’s soaked through the denim of his jeans and the fleece of his sweater.

Against Botan’s skin, his armor protects her still, even against the chill of autumn. She hugs herself regardless, fingers clenching in the fabric.

He did that. For her. But he did not die.

For her.

“Return to him,” she whispers, the cloth slithering from her fingertips. It presses down on his wounds, slowing the bleeding, and Nagi lifts him.

Nagi’s eye catches hers, then softens. “He wouldn’t want you to feel bad about this.”

There’s a gentle furrow between Hyoma’s brow. “I know.”

#bubbleswrites #drabble #100 word challenge #malevolent spirits #look i know what is wanted out of me #but consider i could write angst instead?

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bubblesthemonsterartist · 4 months

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Iba x chizuru, mood setting; rainy, warm, green, refreshed~

As with most things regarding her, it comes as a surprise.

“Hm.” It’s a thoughtful noise and all the warning he gets before her hands slip into his – both of his.

“Chizuru-chan,” Iba gasps softly, voice lost beneath the patter of raindrops against the waxy leaves surrounding the camellia’s bloom.

The apple of her cheek swells - she’s smiling - tracing the bones of the forefinger of one hand and the dark ink strokes of the other. The demon purrs in content.

“You have nice hands,” Chizuru remarks, so sweetly, so assured. “They would never hurt me. I know it.”

#bubbleswrites #hakuouki #iba x chizuru #drabble #100 word challenge

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bubblesthemonsterartist · 4 months

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Modern AU Dan Hai is suddenly introduced to the biggest caltrop in his "totally 100% voluntary celibate lifestyle"

“…not that I’m into her or anything.”

Wen Ying, eyes shut, bites back his sigh lest he give the impression that he’s encouraging this conversation.

“She’s just nice!” Dan Hai blathers to the dark. “And pretty! But in that small town way. Not my type at all.”

He’s being punished. Wei Qing is punishing him.

“And even if she were, it’s against the rules! The center was strict about that. No pussy for two years. Well. They didn’t say it that way, but...“

“Sometimes-“ To his dismay, his mouth opens. “People talk without the expectation of sex.”

“Oh. You’re awake!”

#bubbleswrites #drabble #100 word challenge #raven of the inner palace

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bubblesthemonsterartist · 3 months

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I Should've Met You Yesterday (Ch 11)

The city it muted this hour of the morning, most of the store signs flipped off save for the occasional beacon of a 7-11, and each red light they roll to a stop to is something straight out of a zombie movie. Normally he would razz the Big Guy about sticking to the law when there is clearly no one around to stop them (“You’re someone, Obi,” he’d murmur without blinking, patiently waiting for the light to flip to green as an abandoned trash bag drifts by), but his skin doesn’t fit right on him anymore. Each muscle in his back twitches sickly like he’s coming down with something, and the stretch of road that usually seems so peaceful, looks… wrong. Somehow. Skewed, even.

Mitsuhide pulls his car to a stop in front of the dark apartment complex. There’s only one light in the building holding steady this time of night - the communal laundry room, where the switch to the bright florescent overhead is taped permanently to ON.

Obi stares at it blankly for a few seconds too long, dumb as a moth, because Mitsuhide leans over and gently taps him on the shoulder.

“Hey.”