#everything just felt blegh
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Biiiiiig stretch! 🌈
#ITS PRIDE#spnfanart#spn art#destiel#destiel fanart#wiggleart#this image sums up my last month which I call the month#of hibernation because between the sinus headaches and the pollen and the thc break I took#my brain was in a fog#I couldn’t keep my drawing motivation#everything just felt blegh#but it’s pride and it’s summer#and while I don’t like summer very much I am approaching my vacation lol#and also my birthday#and I’m determined to do art stuff
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woke up at 4am feeling the weight of my life crushing me, so I’ve been sitting out in my car for the last couple of hours because I just need. to. be. somewhere else.
#tumblr ate something like this but I think I deserve to shout uselessly into the void#shits rough dawg#I know it’s rough for everyone. I feel shitty even talking about myself. still… compelled to vent… big butts#haven’t really been on here much since it hasn’t really scratched that itch lately & just makes me feel lonelier#it’s cold#saw the Jazzercise studio open across the street. 5am for Jazzercise? wow. early.#and then everyone left an hour and a half later. lights out. everybody gone. weird schedule. I am perplexed.#went down the road and got a soda and I’ve been sitting in my driveway contemplating for the last 2.5 hours#guy at the gas station tried to talk to me but I just half assed a smile and nod and left#even though I know I’d love to just… talk to someone. I suppose it has to be ‘on my terms’ whatever those are#I miss having a therapist. or even just when my little brothers would talk to me. when anyone would. blegh#my insurance is still a mess and I’m about to run out of one of my blood pressure meds this week#maybe I’ll have a stroke. scary to think about. I think about dying a lot but that potential feels too real. just… pop! and I’m done.#I’ll try today to finally push to straighten it out but everything feels daunting#woke up with so much anxiety. about my health. my hearing. no money. my life. had to get out of the house even if it’s just right outside#hate to say it but I need(want) thc. haven’t wanted to spend money on it but I could have really used it this morning#can’t be sad if you can’t feel anything (jokingly but also not. whichever is less sad sounding)#actually treated myself to Dune 2 last week and it was so so good. wish I could go again. but it’s drugs food or movie right now. so…#I know. dumb priority but BIG SCREEN. maybe it’ll hit theaters again for the next awards season hopefully. just a real nice loud experience#anyway… I should go inside. almost 7am. need to take my brothers to school then drive my mom to her daily appointments#I’ve felt so hollow and angry and sad for so long it feels like. I feels so weak and sad and I’m tired of it. I’m so tired.#I’ve been eating about 1 meal a day and sleeping a lot. this is the worst my body has ever been. I feel like I’m just waiting to die.#is this relatable?#just have to look past it. it is nothing. this body is nothing. just enjoy your soda.#gonna look at pictures of butts now#ok gotta go I love you goodbye forever#you can ignore this#text
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God. The kitchen guys (and this one waiter who was serving us) were high off their asses in this Macados I went to
#felt bad for the poor waitress and her coworker who weren't high but had to manage pretty much everything in their stead#It fucking stunk in their though#blegh#I guess it's my fault for not wanting to go to the Mexican restaurant we just found but. Eh. I got my fries and my milkshake.#They made a horrible quesadilla though#chock full of thick bland cheese and a tortilla so thin you could see right through it#I couldn't eat it
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azriel: mr loverboy
angst + fluff
“boy you keep on blowing my mind, caught up in my emotions.”
song: mr loverboy by little mix
Azriel always treated you kindly when you were just friends. But once that mating bond snapped, oh boy that’s where everything changed.
You didn’t think it was possible that Azriel could get sweeter than he already was but he quickly proved you wrong.
If he knew you had a bad day, he’d show up with your favorite flowers, candy or a new book. He always held doors open for you, made you walk on the side of a street that was least hazardous. Always listened to you, held you.
You made sure to return that in tenfold.
Because of past relationships, you kind of expected to see your partner have wandering eyes but as long as they came home with you, you always felt like you didn’t have a right to be upset. At least, that’s what they told you. But Azriel’s eyes never strayed from yours. He hugged his family but he held you differently. As if he wanted every part of your body constantly being pressed against his.
However, if someone randomly came up touching him, he would either flatly look at them disgusted or politely decline depending on the social situation. He didn’t like hurting other people's feelings but he knew your scent was on him as well as his whole ass wedding ring.
You and the Inner Circle were at a party in the Summer Court. Tarquin and his newly wedded mate had thrown a lovely gathering. Tarquin even temporarily lifted the ban on Cassian. As long as he didn’t go anywhere alone.
You were too used to seeing multiple people throw themselves on your husband. But he didn’t even look at them. He kept telling them no and they just wouldn’t listen.
But this night, a night of love and celebration, you watched one girl just push it a bit too far. You could see your mate trying to politely turn her down and not cause a scene that would distract from the newly wedded couple.
So you did what anyone else would do.
Walked your sexy ass over and plopped down on his lap. Put his face in your hands and gave him a big ole kiss. You ignored the snickers from his brothers and the gasps from the girl and just focused on him. He kissed you back eagerly. His hands coming up behind your back and holding you.
You two pulled away, he smiled, a glimmer of affection and pure warmth was sent down the bond. “What was that for?”
You smiled, “I just wanted to.” You didn’t wanna admit it was jealousy. However, your husband wasn’t stupid. He smiled knowingly and you rolled your eyes. You turned towards the girl and she had already left.
Satisfied, you turned towards where Azriel was facing. You saw the Inner Circle giving you shit-eating looks. You did something no one would dare do to their High Lady however you got special privilege. “Shut the fuck up.” You murmured.
She threw her beautiful head back and laughed. She knew all too well how you felt about Azriel’s admirers. She felt the same about Rhysand’s. Nesta tipped her glass to you, she also knew what it was like fighting off the admirers.
You leaned back against the warmth of your mate. A welcome contrast to the cool summer breeze on the patio.
After a bit more dancing, Nesta and Cassian retired to bed, Rhysand and Feyre quickly following. After a quick goodbye to the happy couple, you and Azriel began a walk by the beach.
“So do you prefer the sandy beaches or the rocky beaches of the Night Court?” Azriel asked you.
“Honestly, I’ve always hated sand. Blegh, the herpes of nature.” You shuddered.
He let out a loud, unguarded laugh and you found it the most beautiful sound. Usually, after a comment like that, your past partners would scold you.
But Azriel embraces you. He held your hand even tighter.
“But we wouldn’t be able to be barefoot in the Night Court.” He argued.
“Yes, but we also don’t know what germs are touching our naked feet. I’d rather have protection. What if you step on glass in sand?” You said back.
He gave you a pensive thought. “It seems we agree to disagree.”
“You like the sand?” you asked softly. You’d put up with it for him. You’d put up a lot for this man.
“I don’t know what it is. It just feels nice.”
“Then we should look into a vacation rental here.” You squeezed his hand.
“No, no you hate-”
“Hey, I hate sand but I can put up with it if it means I get to wake up to your sexy naked body in the sun.” You gave an overdramatic shiver. “Lord, they’re gonna have to put me in church for the thoughts I just had about you.”
He let out another laugh, you wanted to preserve it in a jar and just open it to hear it. “Besides, a vacation rental would be nice. Just imagine,” You held your hand out in front of you as if to paint a scene. “A nice cabana, windows and doors wide open, curtains blowing in with the breeze. Fresh fruit and seafood waiting for us. The smell of sex and ocean water. A goddamn wet dream.”
But when you turned your head, you just saw him gazing at you full of love. “I’m looking at the only dream I’ll ever need right now.”
Your blush could’ve rivaled the earlier sunset. “Sap.”
“You love it.”
“More than anything.” You said, all traces of joking gone.
You somehow were able to hold him tighter as you two continued walking
“Thank you for earlier by the way.” You whispered.
He looked confused, “what?”
“You didn’t entertain that random girl. I appreciated it.”
“You…you don't need to thank me for not looking at other people?” He was even more confused. “You’re my mate. My wife. You come first, always and forever, baby.” He brought your interlocked hands up to his lips to kiss your hand.
You got a bit embarrassed. “I’ve never been anyone's first choice, so it’s kind of crazy to me that I’m yours.” You admitted.
His heart slowly broke that you had never had someone treat you like this. He pulled you both to a stop. “You’ll always be my number one. Even above the Night Court. Above it all.”
“I’d never ask you to put me above your job, Az.”
“I know, hence why you’re put above it.” He pulled you in to kiss your forehead. “You deserve the best, better than me, I don't know how the Mother paired-“
“Shut up,” You snapped with no real bite. “You’re wonderful Az, I’ll always tell you that.”
He conceded, “we’re perfect together.”
“Fuck yeah we are.” You said bringing him in for a kiss.
#azriel x reader#azriel shadowsinger#azriel acotar#azriel x reader fluff#acotar#acofas#acomaf#acowar#azriel x you#azriel x y/n
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BEHOLD! BOOKS I READ IN 2023!
A handful of rereads, a lot of new favorites, and I put a huge dent in my physical unread piles! I'm pretty happy with my reading year to be honest!
BEST OF 2023
Nettle and Bone by T Kingfisher - If I haven't talked about it enough please read this. An absolute DELIGHTFUL start to the year, which is odd to say of a book about abusive spouses and dead sisters. Like. I wanted to reread it right after finishing it, and will probably reread it this coming year, I loved it so much
The Untethered Sky by Fonda Lee - also heart wrenching but listen, there are BIRDS! Giant birds!!!! A strange pick me up during a bad time, but it WORKED!
To Shape A Dragon's Breath by Moniquill Blackgoose - Oh what a marvelous read, a delightful adventure, I look forward to book two!
Provenance by Ann Leckie - don't hate me, but I think I might enjoy this more than the Imperial Radch trilogy. It's really what I wanted from A Memory Called Empire, and it was so much fun to see the Radchaai from a different perspective!
The Liar's Knot by MA Carrick - DEROSSI VARGO, MY BELOVED! But also, this has such rich worldbuilding. Every time there's a Pattern reading in a scene, the authors did their own reading in real life and put the results in the book. They came up with multiple calendars for the world. And it never feels overwhelming, everything is integrated so naturally! Ren heists an entire family for her and her sister. A lovely brick of a book :)
Where the Drowned Girls Go by Seanan McGuire - I think this might be my favorite Wayward Children book so far, I'm glad these books are bite sized because I want to read them over and over <3
The Raven Tower by Ann Leckie - WHAT A FUNKY LITTLE BOOK!
WORST OF 2023
Black Wings Beating by Alex London - birds would not fucking do that. Why are we following the most insufferable of the characters. Why is everything about him, even the parts about his sister. Blegh.
Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo - this canNOT be the same book tumblr couldn't stop talking about for months. I know I shouldn't judge a book by its sequel, but I know about the glowing demon dick. Come on. Also, like, the whole book was building up to rescuing someone and then THEY NEVER DID! wtf lol
Tress and the Emerald Sea by Brandon Sanderson - Snooze. Yawn. Snore. One of the most boring books I've read. I was right to avoid Mr Sandwich and his books.
Whalefall by Daniel Kraus - I feel bad because someone hyped this a lot and was excited about it, and so I was excited about it, but it read like it was written specifically for a movie in mind. It's just Daddy Issues™️in the ocean.
This does not include rereads, of which Name of the Wind was one. Yes, I still loved that one. Still fun, still weird that it never felt long despite being a BRICK. Proof I don't hate long books because they're long, I hate long books that don't have to be long. Which is why the Dishonorable mention goes to Priory of the Orange Tree lol Get edited, beloathed.
Anyway! Onwards to 2024! :)
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: ̗̀➛ I'm proud to say that I'm a part of the TWST collab ("who does the prefect like?") hosted by @dulcesiabits!!! I hope that you all enjoy this╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯💖💖
—❥ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ɪ ғᴀɴᴄʏ ʏᴏᴜ
warnings: none
genre: romance, fluff, (attempted) comedy
pairing: riddle rosehearts x gn!reader (+ platonic first years hehe)
word count: 884
extra notes: the reader is the ramshackle prefect!
♪ london boy – taylor swift
—♡ “Do you know why we called you here for this meeting, (Y/N)?”
“Uhh. . .This is my dorm, y’know, you’re the ones who asked to come over–”
“That’s besides the point!”
“The point is. . .”
“We know you’re dating Riddle.” ♡—
『••♡••』
So, you’re probably wondering how this all started. Well then. . .Let’s start from the beginning, shall we?
— ʚ The Study ‘Dates’ ɞ
It all started with a small study date. It wasn’t even a date at the time, it was just Riddle helping you study for a test (as repayment for helping him round up some loose hedgehogs a few days prior).
The other first years didn’t really think anything of it at the time but they didn’t expect the study ‘dates’ to keep happening. It even got to the point where you were cancelling plans with them just because of these study sessions with Riddle. But hey, maybe it was just you wanting to get good grades for you and Grim, right?
— ʚ Your Phone ɞ
Usually when you hung out with the first years, you would only use your phone to show them something funny or to use Google to prove someone (typically Ace) wrong about something.
But now something felt. . .off. You were looking at your phone a lot more often than normal and were even giggling at whatever was on your screen.
You’ve never giggled at your phone.
What was even weirder is that you would lay your phone faced down so no one could read your messages. People usually only did that when they were hiding something. That's when Ace came up with a quote-unquote ‘brilliant’ plan. (Spoiler alert: it backfired.)
— ʚ The Stupid Brilliant Plan ɞ
When Ace suggested following you and Riddle around to see what you both did, Sebek and Deuce were yelling about how it was an invasion of privacy but Epel didn’t seem to mind the idea. Jack didn’t even react other than slapping the palm of his hand onto his forehead at the stupid plan that Ace concocted.
Needless to say, the dumb idea was put into motion.
The group put on disguises they deemed as acceptable before following you to the library. So far the study session was normal. Just Riddle going through the subject and making sure you understood everything he was saying. Sure, there were a few moments where his knee brushed yours and he got a bit too close for the first years’ comfort, but nothing that could make them 100% sure whether you were dating Riddle or not.
They watched as you both put your textbooks into your bags and that's when they saw it. . .Your lips pressed against Riddle's in a simple yet sweet kiss. His hand interlocked with yours for a second, giving it a light squeeze before letting go. A smile that neither Ace or Deuce have ever seen graced Riddle's face—a smile that was full of love and a bit of shyness.
“My rose, what did I say about PDA?” The dorm head seemed anything but annoyed despite what his question may have implied. That smile never leaving, instead it simply grew when your hand reached for his yet again. “I know, sorry! I just couldn’t help it. Plus it’s not like anyone is around~♪”
BLEGH. That was the only thought running through the first years’ minds (minus Jack, he was just glad that you’re happy in all honesty). Ace and Deuce couldn’t believe their eyes. Their dorm head was secretly a softy but for their FRIEND? The two thought they were going to faint on the spot.
Before they threw up their lunch, they quickly ran back to Ramshackle.
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”
“RIDDLE? FOR REAL?!”
“THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!”
“WHY WOULD THE HUMAN KEEP THIS FROM US IF THEY TRULY RESPECT US?!”
After your friends finished their mini breakdown, that’s when they decided it was time for an interrogation.
『••♡••』
So, back to present time!
You sat on the dusty couch while the boys’ all stood in front of you. “So, what do you have to say?”
“Well, first of all, I don’t like that you decided to spy on me. Second of all, if you were really my friends. . . Wouldn’t you just wait for me to say something when I was ready?”
Well that certainly wasn’t what they expected to hear. Suddenly they felt something akin to guilt.
“I was actually going to tell you soon since Riddle seems like he wants to take this relationship seriously but guess I don’t need to do that now.” You couldn’t help but sigh before standing up and flicking Ace’s forehead. “Ow! You–. . .Y’know what, I deserved that.” He couldn’t even argue with you on that one.
“Nonetheless, you guys are my friends, so as long as you are happy for me in the end then it’s fine,” you spread out your arms, “Group hug?” That crooked yet loveable smile was hard to say no to. No matter how much they tried to act like that didn’t like the hug, you knew that they didn’t actually mind it one bit.
“I just have one condition if you're dating Riddle.”
“That being?”
“If I ever catch the two of you being all sappy or lovey-dovey then I won’t be able to talk to you for the rest of that week.”
“Oh shut it, Ace!”
Hope this was enjoyable cause my writer's block is still being a pain (╥﹏╥)💖💖💖 — 💘 Hallow 💘
#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#riddle rosehearts x reader#twst riddle x reader#💌.pragma#💌.philia#💌.apprentice's prayers
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Trick or Treat! 🎃
Could I please request a little treat with my beloved Barbatos and/or Asmo? 🧡
"oh, mc, you're my hero! i love you so much! i've never loved anyone more than i love you!"
"laying it on a little thick, don't you think?" you tease.
pumpkin pulp squelches between your fingers as you slop it into a bowl nearby, and asmodeus cringes visibly from his seat several feet away. you're elbow deep in a pumpkin at the dining room table-- his pumpkin-- and he can't help but feel a mixture of relief and worry. you're ruining the manicure he did for you a few days ago with all that scraping and-- blegh, just the sight of that orange goo makes his stomach turn. but you're so brave for toughing out such a henious activity! he thinks you look pretty, gorgeous in the warm light of the fireplace, even with your hair pushed back by that frilly headband he gave you and a string of pumpkin guts smeared on your cheek. though, he does wish it wasn't obstructing his view of your smooth skin... but there's no way in hell he's wiping that off for you.
he's been excluded from pumpkin carving for years because he simply refuses to dirty his hands with such a nasty activity. but here you are-- his angel, cupcake, the sweetest thing he aims to devour tonight in his sheets when this is all said and done (after you've thoroughly washed your hands)-- offering yourself up to do the hard work for him so he can decorate the porch with a jack-o-lantern like everyone else. such a simple gesture. yet it makes his heart pound in ways he hasn't felt in years.
this is sacrifice. taking time to do something for someone else with no benefit for yourself. this is love. what a peculiar, delicious sensation.
"y'know," he murmurs lowly, "that i always mean it though, right? you mean everything to me."
he stands and wanders close enough to let his fingers brush against your shoulder-- light, but hardly innocent.
"enough to scoop your own pumpkin?" you say, hiding warm cheeks behind a handful of orange goop.
"ummm..." asmodeus takes a step back. your laugh, this time, makes his lips curl into a pout. oh, he'll get you later, you devious little thing.
wanna trick-or-treat with me?
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me swd#obey me nightbringer#obey me nb#obey me asmo#obey me asmo x reader#obey me asmodeus#obey me asmodeus x reader#obey me x reader#obey me drabbles#daisy's trick or treat event 2023#daisy's halloween event 2023#daisy's seasonal writing events#otome
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Fic concept I am struggling to write:
Fives gets stuck in what I'm opting to call 'Groundmott day'.
Either he's on Kamino so he can save Tup, or on the way to Corsucant when he wakes up.
And every time he's killed or the day ends, he goes straight back there. And at first, he's frustrated.
Then he realises that a) he can't die, and b) there will be no permeant repercussions for his actions.
Cue him being an absolute delinquent.
Commandeering the shuttle and flying it straight into the Chancellor's chambers, killing them all. He wakes up again.
Shouting and screaming to Shaak-Ti about Nala-Se trying to drug him, which stops that, and then he speaks to the Chancellor, who starts off being all 'so you thought you could ruin my grand master plan. See, my end goal is....
and Fives just shrugs and replies 'Giving out order 66 to kill all the Jedi. Yeah. Boring. Can I use your lightsaber?"
And the Chancellor is just like
But Fives is so non-chalant, and he knows everything and the Chancellor is like 'who is this clone?' and panics and kills him.
And Fives wakes up again.
So he escapes like before, except this time, he doesn't try to kill the Chancellor. He kisses him. Square on the lips. And runs while he's paralyzed with shock. Heads to 79's and find Kix. Tells him about the time loop, about the chips, about everything. Says he's going to reset at midnight and that Kix needs to tell him someone only he would know, so he can convince him quickly if time runs out.
And it just escalates and escalates. In less and less time, he manages to gather more and more people.
But I just love the idea of the Chancellor being all 'oh, poor little clone, here come into my office and you can tell me everything'
*door closes*
Palpatine: Ahahaha you have become trapped in my web, little fly, you see...
Fives: Chips in every clone, Order 66, Jedi dead, you bad, rule galaxy, yeah, got it. Can I try and kill you so I can escape now? I've got stuff to do.
Note: this came to me at 3 am when I felt sick and couldn't sleep and I cannot write it without it being all serious and blegh.
Can someone help? Can anyone help? Nobody knows!
#tcw#star wars the clone wars#star wars#clone wars#the clone wars#arc trooper fives#tcw fives#captain rex#fic prompt#sort of#groundhog day but make it star wars#someone please help this is driving me insane#im at work right now#i should be working#instead im typing this
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Snippet Someday
So I've been revisiting the earlier chapters of my fic and am stuck in a bout of editing paralysis where everything sounds blegh, but ahhhh so is life. I thought, what the heck— let me put a positive spin on all these writing woes and make a game out of it. Plus I've been meeting a lot of new writers this summer, and I figured this would be a fun way to get to know your stories and characters as I make my way through my bookmark list. Take this chance to showcase your fic. We've all been working hard. Let's be proud of how far we've come :)
Tagging: @atypicalacademic @skyrim-forever @justafoxhound @elavoria @gilgamish @thana-topsy @thequeenofthewinter @paraparadigm @chennnington @expended-sleeper @snowberry-crostata @sylvienerevarine @dumpsterhipster @nuwanders @daedrabait @wispstalk @rainpebble3 @nine-blessed-hero @mareenavee @miraakulous-cloud-district @ladytanithia Sorry for blowing up your notifications. If you're not tagged, please feel free to jump in and tag me if you see this and want to join! I'm not always sure who is writing fic and who isn't. No pressure as always :D
Rules: Revisit an old fic (or earlier chapters of your current WIP) and share a snip from:
Your first chapter
Your favorite chapter
Your most challenging chapter
Alternatively, if you don't write longfic, feel free to share your one-shots. Provide as much or as little commentary as you want.
From The Illusionist: Passion, Purpose, and Penance:
First Chapter: Skirting The Black Road (commence the moral decayyy 😈)
Admittedly disappointed by this virtuous facade, he saw the crack, only needed to slip his blade into it and twist. This, he could work with, for she was a murderer in the eyes of the Night Mother whether she accepted it or not, and he had no doubt that if pressed, she too would heed Sithis' call. They all did. New murderers were pliant, he found, like old snags of dead wood. One gentle push and the roots released their grip.
Favorite Chapter: 61— Us and Them (self indulgent disaster-ship is self indulgent 🤷♀️)
And when he looked at her, he felt dissolved, knew not where the salt of her tears became the salt of his blood, and if he could strip her from her skin just to drink the liquid dark behind her eyes, he would.
Most Challenging Chapter: 67 — A Small Death (Newly mantled Sheogorath is not a headspace I know how to work with 😅)
“Again, Nimileth?”
There was disapproval in his voice, faint, but not faint enough to suggest he'd been trying to hide it. Nim fought back the urge to growl.
“I had a bit too much to drink, that’s all,” she mumbled. Too much last night and the night before. Too much. Too much again.
“Don’t you think you should know your limits by now?”
'Don’t you think you should know your limits by now,’ she wished to spit back at him, make herself an even greater pest if only to feel more like the lowly, burrowing insect she had become. Or better yet, something limbless, blind. A worm. But Nim didn't have the strength to finish. She didn’t even have the strength to start.
Instead, she bunched the sheets in her fists and yanked them over her head so that she lay completely covered. What am I doing, she thought. The throbbing waves of her headache crested and crashed, grinding her skull down to coarse, ivory sands. What am I doing?
Lucien didn’t linger after that. He flung open the curtains, and when he left, the sun crept across her back. Shielded as she was beneath her sheets and behind her eyelids, she could still feel its glaring, angry flare.
“I see you, Nimileth,” it said, stretching its fingers across the room. Pointing, taunting fingers that seared and scraped at the raw wounds of last night's sins. “I see you. I will set and I will rise and I will see you again tomorrow. I will see you then. I will see you again.”
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Hi!! Could you do Knight Tsukasa saving Princess Reader from danger <3
The bright star in knight's armor
A/n: AAHH!! Thanks anon for requesting!! I hope this fanfic serves you well my lady!!♡(also reader is not captured but more like.. gave away themselves to the monster to save their father!! I hope you're okay with that anon!♡)
The kingdom was looking well.. nothing's wrong... For a second thought it was looking too well... Maybe some sort of danger is coming this way.. it's just taking it's time.. hm..
As you walked around the castle you noticed the knights training.. you took a peeked at them and you saw a handsome blonde knight.. elegant and fastly swaying his sword.. you were so impressed by a knight..
As you peeked for a hour or so.. the knight finally noticed you! You blushed from embarrassment and slowly backed away hoping that the knight shrugged you.
The kingdom has not been looking so good.. the farms are empty the children's.. everything is falling apart is this the end of the kingdom?.. can't be!! You need to help your people.. but.. you can't.. such a dilemma to you!!
As you watched everything falling downhill you heard someone called out your name.. you walked to the person calling out your name and it was that blonde knight again?.. "is there something you need knight?" "Yes my lady! I have come to inform you that your father is captured! And we need your help to get your father back!" He yelled with worry in his voice
...you agreed to get your father back but it cost a price to get him back..you have to be with the monster for.. 1 year?! You.. reluctantly have to say yes.. why?.. it's for your father after all . You're not the heir of the throne..
.. 1 month in you felt sick for saying yes to the monster.. blegh this place is so much worse than being in the mountains.. eh? What's that sound? Are those.. rocks rumbling?! Oh no! What are you gonna do?!
Turns out.. it was just the blond knight?! "Eh?! Knight? What are you doing here?!" "I have come to rescue you princess!" He yelled like normal you quickly sushed him since the monster is not asleep.. you asked him why did you want to rescue you.. he just smiled?
"m'lady! Please take your hand in mine and follow me!" He grinned stubbornly you eagerly obliged since you don't wanna be in this place again!!
As you walked inside the kingdom again..you felt so good here.. erm.. you quickly took his hand to the training grounds ".. ermm.. t-tsukasa?.. thanks for saving me!.." you smiled he grinned wider "im just doing my job m'lady! No need to thank me" you giggled "still you almost risked your life for me.. you're a true knight.." you kissed his cheek softly he immediately blushed furiously.. you heard your parents calling your name.. "see you later tsukasa!!" You grinned
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maybe we don’t tell my therapist tomorrow that I stayed up late getting high and then browsing through old friends on facebook until my self esteem collapsed
#cmon everyone makes mistakes at 2 in the morning#I don’t make good mental health decisions after midnight#dumb dumb dumb#whatever. time isn’t real. it’s done. I didn’t marry some college sweetheart have kids & settle down. too late for that. whatever. ya butt#trying to keep a mellow head#it’s just.. blegh. all these people I used to know. they all lived their own little lives. I was just a footnote. whoosh. gone. blegh#why did I even start snooping?#I don’t even like fb! it’s terrible! I never use it#but I do miss waaaay back when it was only for students. it had like games and you could blog on it#and of course I had friends and I was young and everything just felt so alive#oof I swear I’m not trying to fall into sad old man mode#I guess I’m just always going to wish I’d.. ya know.. had a basic normal life#partner. a kid or two. married and happy and in a home with a career and bowling with friends on the weekend#I know it’s still a possibility. but I always feel like the end is near#like I’m in the end days and I can feel it. the lights are going dark. the world is almost over#I’m just crawling around on its cooling corpse#but this is…. way too pessimistic#life goes on. my outlook is bleak and that affects my worldview. if I were happy and in love and whatever of course I’d be more positive#sometimes you just have to tell yourself to stop being so fucking negative and chill out#life could be good. maybe soon. maybe sooner than you think.#and if the world does end I’ll just highjack a dunebuggy and live out my mad max fantasies. whatever dude. fuck it#so yeah anyway I got really high earlier and then uhhhhhhjackedoff a lot and then crashed and got nostalgia fucked#it’s not that serious#you can ignore this#text
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I’m not exactly sure where to go for requests so I’m gonna assume this is okay (I’m new to making requests 😭😭😭) but we all know that Miles grew up in New York and loves the culture there and I just think it would be really funny if he had a girlfriend who was from a very rural southern area and she isn’t used to city life at all. Idk just a silly little thing that popped into my head that I think was cute
ur in the right place don’t worry!! also ur right this is such a funny idea i love it, thank u for requesting! 💜
“sorry, i’m not a city gal”
pairings: 1610!miles morales x fem!reader
warnings: sfw, reader and miles are kinda in a long distance relationship
you loved miles, you really did. you loved everything about him.
his adorable cheeky smile when he was genuinely happy, the way he awkwardly held your hand when he was feeling clingy. there was just one thing you didn’t understand:
how did he live in such a large and loud place?
you had grown up in a country area where everyone was spread out and cars were consistently used to go basically.. everywhere. so it was definitely a change when you first arrived in brooklyn with no idea where you were going. you were fresh out the train, dusting yourself off and adjusting your headphones.
you already didn’t like this place. did people seriously just be this disrespectful and live with it? chewed gum and stickers blanketed the walls and ground, and you swore you heard the sound of tiny feet scurrying. rats? blegh, you didn’t even want to think about it.
ok.. you thought, just find his apartment, and walk up to his floor. that’s it. you reassured yourself, looking at your cell to remind yourself of the directions.
it took lots of turns, retracing your steps, and asking strangers who had no interest in you, but you made it. you looked up at the tall building blanketed in graffiti.
what if they talk in city slang and i don’t understand? you panicked, biting your freshly-manicured nails. or what if miles decides he wants to break up?! you got yourself even more riled up with your horrible scenarios, fidgeting with your phone.
your panicking was interrupted by your phone’s familiar ringtone, vibrating in your palm. you picked up, still nervous. you perked up as you heard the voice you loved so much: the voice of your boyfriend, miles.
“mi amor, you okay?” he spoke into the phone, obviously anxious to talk to you.
you smiled at his usual awkward reaction. “yeah miles, i’m fine. what’s up?” your visit had been planned for days, carefully organized so that it would fit both of your schedules.
he sighed. “my parents, they won’t let us go out until they talk to you…” he trailed off apologetically, knowing talking to rio and jeff could be a challenge.
you gasped sharply. again?! what do they want this time? you thought to yourself, ridden with fear.
“hey, i can feel you being nervous from all the way over here!” he laughed into the speaker, it was almost like you could hear his stupid grin. “it’s fine. they just want to make sure you’re ‘respectful’ or whatever.” he reassured you.
you felt a smile tugging at your lips, your boyfriend was too adorable for his own good. you sighed in a mockingly dramatic way. “fine, if you insist.” you heard him mutter ‘yes!’ in victory, making you giggle.
“see you soon?” he asked rhetorically.
“soon.” you repeated excitedly, before rushing up the stairs of the apartment.
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the last hour had been a blur of sweating nervously, having laughing attacks, and sneaking tight squeezes of the hands when mrs. morales & captain morales weren’t looking. you couldn’t even count the amount of times mrs. morales had corrected you on her and her husbands names.
you now sat at the top of the apartment. it was dark, but the lights of the city illuminated the sky beautifully. miles had shared this was one of his favorite places to think, his favorite place, however, was where his late uncle told him how to spray paint.
“it can’t be that bad!” miles laughed, playfully shoving your shoulder.
you sucked your teeth. “i’m afraid it is that bad.” you placed the piece of scrap paper even closer to your chest, making sure it was completely hidden.
“if you show me, i swear i’ll show you my sketches!” he promised, waving around his chunky sketchbook in his hand.
you debated whether not to give in, all the outcomes running through your head. but, the lingering curiosity got to you, you knew you had no choice.
“if you laugh, all those precious figures of yours are going straight out of the packaging.” you warned him with gritted teeth. the anger you showed was hiding your plain anxiousness. miles absolutely adored art, you knew that. but what if yours wasn’t good enough?
he shrugged, confident that he wouldn’t let out a single chuckle. you slowly turned around the white paper to reveal a sketch of miles. in the picture, a slight smile was tugging at his lips, and his eyes seemed to shine through the paper somehow.
he almost immediately tugged the portait into his hands, observing it silently. “wow..” was all he could say.
you squirmed slightly. all his face showed was that he was definitely focused, but did he like it?
“mami, this is amazing.” he turned his head to look at you in awe, but his expression showed he was getting a burst of energy. “how did you hide this from me? you always insist you never want to draw, but there’s no way you’re bad at this!” he laughed, grabbing one of your hands with his free one.
you tried to decipher whether he was just trying to be nice or if he was being honest.
“so let’s see that sketchbook.” you smirked. his face scrunched up in anger.
“i hate you..” he muttered under his breath as he flipped through his book.
“and i love you.” you cupped his face and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.
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AHHHH I LOVE MILES ☹️☹️
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The Third Death
About 1000 words
You know, when I was alive I always heard loads of people spouting bullshit about what they ‘know’ the afterlife will be like.
Many people told me, “There is only one god and he is jealous!”
Others screamed, “There are many gods and you will reach the afterlife regardless!”
One person even told me that all of humanity is one single entity at different points in its cosmic lifetime.
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…
But all of them were wrong. Death isn’t the end. I’m not about to go into soliloquy about something stupid like metaphysical properties of the afterlife.
Blegh.
In truth, death isn’t as simple as the body dying, that is just the first death. I’ve taken the liberty of naming the deaths, the first death I call la petite mort, the little death. My first death was easy, I died, unremarkably, in my worn-down mid-nineteenth-century home. I was thirty-five, married with two kids, Tim and Jason, and my beautiful wife, Jane.
None of it mattered.
The autopsy said that I died from sudden cardiac arrest, my heart just stopped. Bip, Bip, Bip, BEEEEEEEP. Dead. I didn’t feel it though, I woke up as normal and started going about my daily routine, it wasn’t until I tried to pick up my toothbrush that I realized I didn’t have a body anymore. This moment was quickly followed by my wife’s scream as she discovered my cold, lifeless body.
That was the hardest part of the first death, seeing my family mourn me. Fortunately, it didn’t last long, they quickly had me prepared for burial and soon enough I was attending my own funeral. It was… weird, to say the least, being incorporeal, that is, not the funeral. The funeral was nice, but as my body neared the grave I felt a tug within me that drew me closer and closer to my casket and then everything went dark.
And thus began the second death, my body began to wither and decay and all was dark. I call this the la mort noir, the black death. For what I assume was decades I lay there and rot. It was relaxing to feel my worries, cares, and flesh melt away and turn to dust. At some point all that remained of my body was my skeleton and I wondered if this was the afterlife. Slow decomposition until I eventually wither away into nothingness and my consciousness fades into the aether.
The day my bones had finished their decay was not as reliving as I had hoped, I didn’t peacefully fade into non-existence. I started to drift upward, and saw that the world I had known had changed substantially in my absence. I drifted around the world for many more decades and I witnessed many atrocities, a pandemic, and the invention of ‘the internet.’
The world had changed and now I was in the world again, in a second life, as a ‘ghost.’ I wasn’t really a ghost in the same capacity that I would have thought of when I was alive. I had no physical form and no ability to interact with the world.
I wandered for many years until on a cloudy Sunday afternoon in May I heard death’s call for the first time. The deep resonance of a large bell shook my soul and another entity, dark and formless, was before me. I couldn’t see him, and I assume, like me, he has no physical form, yet he still felt larger and more powerful than me. He spoke and, like the bell’s toll, it shook me to my core. He told me of death and explained why I still existed on earth and hadn’t yet passed on to the afterlife. He told me that I must wait for the last time my name is ever spoken, and that that is the third death.
I asked him who remembers me an entire century after my death, when I lived a remarkably unimportant, boring life, but I received no answer. His presence was gone and I was once more alone in my miserable existence.
I tried to find my family at one point, but it didn’t go well. I discovered my grandson, the child I never got to meet, weeping at the grave of my eldest son, Tim. My grandson was older than I was when I died and that shook me. My lifetime had passed three times over and the only people that should have remembered me were dead. Logically, my name should have been spoken after my sons died, but for some reason my name will be spoken again at some point.
Death has given me way too much time to think about the idea of life. I was conceived, then born, I grew into a young man, married, had kids…
Then I died.
No fanfare, no glory. Just death.
Did my life amount to anything? No. I had two children who carry on my family’s name, but is that worth anything? How many generations before my family name is gone?
I, unfortunately, have ‘lived’ long enough to find out the answer, 3.
Tim married early and had a boy and a girl, Jack and Kinsey. Jason married as well, but it's rather hard to have a child with two men and no womb, so that line of the family died off. Tim lived a long time and died in a hospital bed from cancer at 89. Jason died at 46 from HIV infection, and I had hoped I would get to see his soul after he died, but his soul didn’t seem to exist in the same way mine did.
Jack, my grandson, married in his early thirties and birthed a horde of kids. He had six children, four girls and two boys. Unfortunately, none of them lived into adulthood. A war started and they were slaughtered in their home.
I have watched for years people dying and I haven’t heard my name in decades, I’m not even sure I remember what it was. But I exist here, regardless, waiting for my final death. I don’t know what comes next, but I’m ready, even if the end is a vast void of nothingness.
I guess my point is that life was meaningless and now I exist just to observe? I don’t really know. It’d be depressing, if I could still feel anything after all the years. I suppose my existence is a massive soliloquy because it seems the only thing that didn’t die with my body was my overactive mind.
I wander for years more waiting for my final death but it doesn’t come. I’ve ‘lived’ long enough now that I hardly feel human. It seems so senseless, the torture and pain humanity puts itself through just to satisfy their basic needs. It seems that humanity also has a need to kill each other, because that has remained constant across all of the time I've ‘lived.’
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Random thought (nsfw)
So imagine that V's energy is also the same energy that Griffon and Shadow have. So if V is tired, so are they and if V is energetic, they're filled with energy too.
So now imagine that Griffon and Shadow are busy fighting demons outside of an alleyway, and coincidentally you, yes you, are literally blowing V's back out in that alley.
He's really really trying his hardest to keep his noises down, his hands pushed firmly against the wall to keep him up right as he fucks back into you, his ass slapping against your hips.
It all felt too good for him, the adrenaline he feels when this happens, it's all too much for him, and within moments his climax washes over him like a wave, his hands move from the wall to around your neck.
This adrenaline, this burst of energy, it wasn't only V feeling it, with Shadow and Griffon just outside the alley, their powers grew even more stronger, slashing and electrocuting everything in sight, until that energy suddenly went away.
“You felt that too didn't you?” Griffon asks his jaguar companion. Shadow growls in agreement before turning to where he last saw his owner, Griffon turns over to the alley too and cringes in disgust. “Blegh! What the hell you two, get a damn room or something!”
You look over at V's companions and smile awkwardly, the tension feeling as if a child had just walked in on his parents having sex.
Awkward......
#vi shitposts ☆#this is like#so random#but i just had to get it out of my head#sub v#dmc 5#dmc#devil may cry#dom reader
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His Hands
miya osamu x reader, post time skip.
1.2k words
completely inspired by Blegh’s song “His Hands” :)
no warnings.
you’ve been working for miya osamu for about a year now.
it all started when you needed a job to help with college expenses, you looked everywhere, got some interviews but no success, until you noticed the poster glued to the door of an onigiri shop on the way to your college campus. you sent in your application, got called for an interview. when the day came, you were nervous because you didn’t have any experience working in a restaurant, but they called you so you had a chance, right?
the interview went fine, and you were surprised that the very young looking man, miya osamu, who interviewed you, was the owner of the place and only a year older than you.. you got the job. you learned how everything worked pretty quickly, and your shifts got easier as time went by. during the night shifts it was usually only you and osamu. you got to know the other person who worked during the day, and experienced the lunchtime rush, and decided to never accept covering during lunch again.
for around a year you shared almost every night with osamu, running around trying to get everything done during the busier days, or just talking when the movement was weaker. the two of you created a code to make things easier on the busier days, not wasting time exchanging words. you got to know his twin, who would just show up and eat stuff like the place was his. he knew when you took your day off to go out with friends. you knew how he would act like he hated the days his friends from school would show up, and you knew that you could do most of the work so he could hangout with them. you got to know all about his volleyball career, and about the reputation the miya twins had. his friends told you stories of how he and atsumu would fight and makeup in less than an hour. you got to know about how mad atsumu was when osamu told him he wouldn’t pursue volleyball anymore.
you knew when he would leave earlier for a date. you knew how he would act when trying to impress a cute client and how to ruin the vibe, and you knew he was going to complain about how you ruined his chance with a possible future wife. he knew when a client was bothering you and how to get you out of those situations. he knew about the worst dates you’ve had and all of your failed attempts in love. you knew that even though he was looking for it, no one wanted to be in a relationship with a guy who worked 24/7, even if it was to achieve his dream.
he could see it on your face when you were upset about something, always saying that you could talk to him or take the day off. you could recognise the look on his face when he was starting to get discouraged when things got a little complicated. you knew how to say the right words to get him back on track, and you were the person he would happily share good news about the shop. after a year he wasn’t only your boss. you’re friends who happened to work together.
and it was in one of those calmer nights that you caught yourself staring at the kitchen, observing how his hands would carefully yet agilely cut the ingredients, how his posture was perfect even after 12 hours of work, how his arms would flex and his sleeves would tightly embrace his muscles. you shake off those thoughts when a customer comes in.
after some weeks, osamu found himself admiring the way you would talk to clients, with a big smile, always welcoming, but didn’t let anyone take advantage of how nice you were.
sometime after that, you two were the only people in the building, closing the shop. osamu had been on a date the previous day and you decided to ask him how it went. he was telling you about how his date was nice but did a bunch of annoying things. but all you could pay attention to was how he felt handcrafted just for you, and how you knew exactly the things he liked by now. but you change subjects, trying to put away those thoughts. it was late, so he gave you a ride home, and once again you found yourself staring at his hands, now on the steering wheel. but, in an inner fight with your own mind you start to think about how he was just out of your league, how you ruined every relationship you almost had, how he deserves someone better, how you had friends that would last longer, how they wouldn’t feel like monsters.
weeks passed and you would fall into that train of thought over and over, being unwanted, but wanting too much, feeding that idea but leaving yourself starving. that was until one night, in another of those casual late night conversations, you were side by side, doing whatever, you looked at him and he retributed the act, and the eye contact lasted a little bit too much for a conversation about nothing. and you realized that maybe you were falling, and maybe the tension was there because it wasn’t one sided.
he tried to keep away from you for a while, and you didn’t try hard to reach for him, at this point, both of you were just confused about where were you standing. but the tension kept building and building, and at some point there was just no escaping.
it was around midnight, on a sunday, a busy evening and you barely had time to rest, after the last customer leaves you head to the kitchen. you meet a tired osamu, putting away some stuff and you get to the sink to wash the dishes. some minutes go by and not a single word exchanged, not that they weren’t needed, but no one felt safe enough to do so.
“can you help me put these things back in place?” osamu breaks the silence. you nod and stand beside him, he gives you a pile of things and you got the storage room, you get to the small room, carefully putting everything in the places the were supposed to, and when turning around to leave he’s there, inches away from you, you look up to meet his gaze and you find him looking at you.
“sorry.” he says quietly, but not moving back or giving you a passage.
“it’s fine.” you answer, not moving either.
the silence is accompanied with prolonged eye contact. none of you dare looking away. your breath is getting shorter, a million thoughts per second. but you were caught up on him. suddenly you feel his hands moving up from beside him to cup your cheeks, and slowly leans and finally your lips touch. the kiss was tender, not rushed, but heated. it felt like you waited for it forever and you didn’t even know. you break the kiss, open your eyes. and you think about a million things to say nothing comes out.
“i hope i didn’t read the situation wrong.” he says, taking his hand from your face to the back of his neck.
“you didn’t. you have no idea how right you read it.” you answer.
after so long, he wasn’t just your boss anymore.
and you know you love him, and you might be in love with him.
#first time writing osamu hope it's good#hq osamu#miya osamu#osamu drabble#osamu headcanons#osamu fic#osamu fluff#miya osamu headcanons#miya osamu oneshot#miya osamu x y/n#miya osamu x reader#osamu x reader#osamu x y/n#haikyuu x reader#osamu x you
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