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Kaleidoscope Series—Clouds and Mochi Chapters { Say You Won't Let Go }

—Gojo Satoru X Wife Reader

𑁍 Synopsis: It was because over the years you never let go

𑁍 Genre: song lyric fanfic, family theme, fluff, angst if you squint, comfort

𑁍 CW/TW: (3k)—teen to marriage life timeskip, domesticity, crying, kisses, slight profanity, kids, mentions of pregnancy, overall fluff

𑁍 A/N: Okay so first, thank you for the 2k everyone, I can't believe the small corner I started has grown to this extent 🥺 and on top of that Satoru's finally back. So here's my little something to celebrate with you! I hope you like it! This song is one of my favorite and I find it so fitting for Kaleidoscope Series~ —Grey

I met you in the dark, you lit me up

You made me feel as though I was enough

We danced the night away, we drank too much

I held your hair back when you were throwin' up

Satoru met you long before you uttered a word to him. On a night, wearing your thin pajamas and messy hair as you hurriedly put on a curtain before the sorcerers arrive to contain the curse, he knew you caught his eyes. The lady wasn't ethereally beautiful but she was breathtaking in the midst of chaos.

And after many years of sleepless nights and sealed lips of unrequited admiration he now has you, dancing sloppily in the living room in a silly truth or drink game. The light turned off with only the dim candles and the clumsily made pillow fort at the back and a bottle of wine now empty on the floor.

Sharing this silent moment, staring into each other's eyes, a little tipsy and flush with your giggles every time gets him swooning, his heart racing faster than it should and he's left wondering how to keep moments like this forever. In your cuteness or in your mess. Satoru wants to be there every moment he's allowed.

Then you smiled over your shoulder

For a minute, I was stone-cold sober

I pulled you closer to my chest

And you asked me to stay over

I said, I already told ya

I think that you should get some rest

"You look like you're breaking apart." Your hand reaches to cup his cheeks, cheeks that have grown prominent from waking nights of sporadic sleep. Dinners together were the thing he look forward to spending with you. Hating it when the clock strikes 9 telling him it's time to go. "Stay here." You held his hand, stopping Satoru from leaving. It's one of those days he needs you more than ever. Need to feel you close by as he wraps his arms around your waist, his head tucked under your chin, letting you cradle him as he presses an ear over your heart. It's when your fingers thread through his hair, lulling him into the touch his soul craves the most.

"Feeling better?" You questioned in a hush, stopping your hand from lightly scratching his back. Satoru groaned, dismayed from the loss of your caress. "Don't stop." He whines making you chuckle at the pouting tone. "You needy baby, my arms will be sore." You complained but you resumed stroking his head and running your nails on the curve of his spine knowing he needs some rest.

I knew I loved you then, but you'd never know

'Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go

I knew I needed you, but I never showed

But I wanna stay with you until we're grey and old

"You can't marry her. She's a civilian." It was a cold day. A day he knew would eventually come to the second he chooses you. After all, he is a greedy man. Greedy enough to pull you into his world. Would you hate him if he does so? Satoru could feel his heart waver at the mere thought of your eyes looking at him with pain and sadness. And hope against hope you would never look at him in that way.

"Who says I can't?" Satoru knew even if he was the strongest he is still restricted. "Who do you think I am?" But who can restrain him from having you? To have the only person that makes him more human. His fists clenched, turning his back on his clan leader. "I will only have her, only her." Even if he has to wrestle that chance with his tooth and nail,

Just say you won't let go

But he was foolish. Running after the power to keep you by his side only to break your heart until you're worn down. How heart-wrenching it was when you're his happiness but he was the reason for your pain.

"But Satoru... I am tired." You beat your chest finding it so hard to breathe, that the physical pain is so much better than this agony and confusion tearing you apart.

His heart is being stabbed seeing the beads of tears rain down your sweet cheeks. He brushed them with his thumb but you look down, evading his touch. Denying him of any right to console the pain he has caused you. And fuck that damn hurts. When all he wanted to give you is his love but he's the one to hurt you the most.

"I'm not yet tired!" He groaned. "Baby if you're tired, rest. I'll do everything. Just please don't leave me Y/n."

There was a foreign thing in his voice. A crack of desperation, and he's begging. Something he has never done in his life. His eyes look up at you filled with pain and yearning.

"No one understood me! No one cared enough. As long as I do my job as the strongest. Until now I'm still doing my best to be the strongest. To make everything okay, and I could continue shouldering all of it Y/n, I will carry everything... As long as you're mine." he whispered holding your hands tightly.

I'll wake you up with some breakfast in bed

I'll bring you coffee with a kiss on your head

And I'll take the kids to school, wave them goodbye

And I'll thank my lucky stars for that night

Perhaps deep down there was a part of him that very night he first saw you that envisioned this moment. Or was it when the clouds are grey that pushed him to talk to you first, offering you an umbrella that led to this life with you and his mochis running around the home you two built.

The morning sun streams in the room while you're fast asleep. Satoru is watching the rise and fall of your chest. Brushing your pale cheeks with his thumb. You'd be the first he sees in the morning and the last to see at night. Something like seeing you sleep so comfortably in his presence stir the urge to curl you and wrap you in his arms.

And that love could only expand as Satoru's children barged into the room, squealing and scrambling to climb onto the bed to smother you both in their tiny arms. The little balls of chaos need some morning love before the busy day starts.

"Good morning Papa," Saika quickly crawled on top of Satoru's chest. While Kouki is busy waking you up with kisses. "G'morning Mama."

It's those mornings that keep him smiling to have you and his children all huddled up. So simple within the four walls of the bedroom that holds Satoru's entire world.

Every day can't be like this so he can never waste a single one to remind you with a kiss how much he loves you. To carry his kids in his arms as long as he can. Bring them to school with his hand holding theirs. Seeing them grow day by day, loving them with all the love he could give

And he knows those small things that make up the smile on your face whenever he sees you. Seeing you stand on your tiptoes to press a kiss on his lips love brimming in your eyes like the stars that night he first saw you. He was never a believer in stars or the fates, but maybe just maybe there was a shooting star that heard him and granted his wish.

Because if not for the interference of the universe... He doesn't think he would be the man to hold your waist and kiss you passionately right now.

When you looked over your shoulder

For a minute, I forget that I'm older

I wanna dance with you right now, woah

And you look as beautiful as ever

And I swear that every day you'll get better

You make me feel this way somehow

I'm so in love with you and I hope you know

Darling, your love is more than worth its weight in gold

We've come so far, my dear, look how we've grown

And I wanna stay with you until we're grey and old

"Come inside already Satoru, you're all gonna get sick." He could hear you yell from the doorstep, your figure holding towels for him and the kids.

"Mama let's play in the rain!" Kouki shrilled while Saika jumps over the puddle giggling when it splashed on her Papa making Satoru shield his face as he runs in your direction, grinning wide at your glaring eyes and a few drops of his soaked hair wetting your clothes.

"Awee c'mon, a little rain won't hurt and I'll bathe them after." Satoru winks at you and unceremoniously leaned down to pull you over his shoulders, like a sack of potatoes.

"What are you—?! Satoru!" You shrieked at the raindrops instantly drenching you and the kids running with wide smiles on their faces at the sight of their father carrying their mom all around. "You're going to pay for this! Satoru you rascal!" You huffed running a palm over your face but the rain instantly soaked your face again.

"Mama! Booo!" Kouki splashed at you with his pail and run to hug his Papa's legs, laughing so identical to his father.

"Ahhhh! I got my Queen no one can stop me now," Satoru swung you around, chasing after Saika while Kouki clung to one of his legs cackling. "Next I must get the Princess and the whole kingdom is mine." Satoru did an evil laugh while Kouki run away and played the knight shielding his sister in form of splashing his Father over and over.

"Satoru put me down, oh you!" You cannot be more thankful that the house has a very tall fence with the tall shrub adding more privacy and no one can easily your family from the streets. Seeing you with your husband and kids drenched like poodles isn't the typical sight a neighborhood wants to see on a rainy afternoon.

"The knight defeated the curse of the dragon and returned the King." Satoru ended, putting you down and holding your waist. "And the King finally reunited with his Queen, and got his true love's kiss." You should see the way you blush, it's so cute he can't help but chuckle.

Kouki put his hand over his sister's eyes and closed his too. But their father had more things in store.

"I'll make chicken soup 'kay? Now give me some kisses." Satoru puckered his lips making you squirm at his cringy attempt to kiss you.

"You're so ugh!" You sighed and loosely wrap your arms around his neck, letting his hands sway you in the dips of your waist.

"Romantic? Handsome? I know Baby, part of my charms."

"You're annoying." You rolled your eyes and he's going to prove you wrong—

Or so he thought until you leaned over to kiss his lips, shaking your head with a bashful smile adorning your face.

"Again," Satoru whispered.

"Mama, Papa are you done?! I'm hungry now." Kouki asked interrupting you both making you slip away easily and scoop your kids to run into the house while Satoru followed, chasing after to kiss you one last time before you step into the home.

Just say you won't let go

There are times Satoru would catch you staring blankly at the wall. And in that, you're wearing this complicated look of pain in your eyes. It's been years but the strain of life as his wife has always followed you. It's one of those days when you need him more than ever.

"Love... what was the box like?" You sat on the couch, with your knees on your chin. Satoru drapes a quilt his mother sent for you after he visited the Gojo Estate for a meeting.

Satoru was unable to answer. It's not that he doesn't want to answer but he knows it will leave you more heartbroken.

"It was dark, and not very nice." He settles beside you. Patting his lap for you to lay on. "I told you I'm fine Honey, really."

I wanna live with you even when we're ghosts

'Cause you were always there for me when I needed you most

I'm gonna love you till my lungs give out

I promise till death we part, like in our vows

So I wrote this song for you, now everybody knows

That it's just you and me until we're grey and old

"But I'm not." You honestly replied. "Would you hate me if I tell you after that I want to cage you? Every time you leave the door my mind goes hysterical of many things that will tear you off us." You clutch your heart. "I thought I was going crazy every time I hear the door open, wondering if it's you or people going after me and our children."

His arms quickly wrap around you and you clung to his biceps. Satoru tucked your head under his chin, pressing kisses on the crown of your head. He has never been vocal about the demons in his past. And you know it. If it's up to him, he would rather forget yesterday, or else it'll weigh him down. After all, suppressing unpleasant things has been his forte ever since he was young. A force of habit that he will keep on doing as long as he can.

"Never. I'll never leave you or our kids." Satoru shushed you, running his hand over your growing bump. And if ever he did, unfortunately, meet anything that will overpower his Infinity. He will most probably turn to a vengeful curse, and haunt anyone who dares to do you harm. He will follow you and the kids around like the menace he is and keep you all safe even if he burns in hell after.

Satoru chuckled without humor at his dark thoughts.

Just say you won't let go

Oh, just say you won't let go

"Love?" You called from the kitchen, a small whine in your voice.

"Mnnn? In a minute." Satoru adds a little water to your orange juice to tone down the little sourness of the fruit. He comes back to the living room to see you struggling to stand up from the kotatsu with your heavy belly and hopeless eyes.

"What's wrong?" He sets down the glass and looks at you quizzically.

"I can't get up."

You're normally a person with your head on your shoulders. But pregnancy brings out that side of you that craves your husband's attention more than ever. It's that period of time you're more doting than ever, more affectionate than you already are, and more needy than normal.

"You want to walk Baby?" Satoru helps you up carefully. He went home early, and the kids are still in school. Now that you're a month to the end of your 2nd trimester, Satoru's been more and more at home to keep an eye on you.

"I just wanna hug you." You buried your face into his warm chest, nuzzling to inhale his intoxicating scent. Satoru on the other hand sighs at that. He would greatly appreciate it if not for the reality you forced him to use dishwashing liquid as soap after finding his usual body wash "stinky".

"Awee, acting cute are you?" He pinches your nose and rubs your back. "How about we fetch the kids? Y'know, a walk to keep Mommy and baby healthy?"

With the autumnal equinox nearing the breeze is starting to get colder. Walking on the slightly busy street on the outskirts of Tokyo Satoru kept you close. The kids are attending a decent size middle school with little to no problem. Other than a few quarrels of kids trying to get on Kouki and Saika for their different hair and eyes they are doing fine, much better than the two of you expected. Satoru has assigned several guards for the kids hidden from sight, and based on their report he doesn't need to intervene in his children's quarrels. As much as he loves them to the bone, he also needs to let them stand for themselves rather than sheltering them too much.

The two of you arrived at the school gates just in time for the school bell to ring and in a few seconds children are filling out of the school. Some are running, some are talking with their friends. In the crowd, it is easy to spot the vivid white long hair of your kids. Kouki and Saika talk with a group of friends on their way out. Kouki was the first to notice you and Satoru standing by the gate and immediately said goodbye, calling Sai to look at the gate.

"Mama! Papa!" They run to your and Satoru's leg, bright smiles in their faces.

"Hi munchkins, did you miss us?" Satoru was quick to pick up Saika while Kouki grab your hand.

"Missed, are you tired Mama?" Saika asks as Satoru held your shoulder and guide you to the side.

"I'm fine sweetie, are you two hungry?"

"Yes!" They chorused making you and Satoru chuckle.

"Well pass by a cafe later then go home, c'mon." Satoru held Kouki's hand while you held the other and the four of you started walking home.

—GreyCaelum

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captainremmington-13 · 5 days

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A Lady Made of Snow

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own The Hunger Games franchise, the images above, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, or any of the characters in this fic other than Bellova. I also do not condone the beliefs or actions of Coriolanus or Bellova.

SUMMARY: Bellova becomes Mrs. Snow.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: THIS IS A VERY DARK CHAPTER. It contains violence, verbal/physical abuse/domestic violence, mention of death and suicide, misogyny, Coriolanus being horrible, HEAVY ALLUSIONS TO SEX, NONCON, swearing

A/n: This was painful to write🥲

𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

No matter what she did, Bellova couldn’t stop the silent screams that echoed throughout her mind.

This was supposed to be the happiest day of her life.

She’d fantasized about it as a little girl, laying in her bed wide awake when she was supposed to be sleeping, thinking about a beautiful, luxurious wedding held in her honor. How she’d carefully pick her bridal party, and go dress shopping with them, and pick out a gorgeous white gown to walk down the aisle in. How she’d meticulously write out her passionate vows, and how she’d recite them to her future husband while the entire audience struggled to hold back tears of joy. Perhaps she would shed a tear or two, but her blinding smile would distract from that. After kissing her groom, a large reception filled to the brim with all of her favorite foods and drinks would be held. She’d have the first dance with her new husband, and then take the dance floor with her beloved father, who would undoubtedly be hesitant to give her away. But he would, because he loved her, and wanted her to be happy.

As she stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror of her dressing room, she knew that all of those dreams would never be fulfilled.

Half of them had already been crushed.

She had no bridal party. She didn’t get to choose her wedding dress. Her vows were generic and lacked any honesty. If she shed any tears while reciting them, they would be ones of despair. The kiss she shared with her husband would be for show, not because he really loved her. The reception and the first dance would be for the cameras and newspapers only.

And there would be no father-daughter dance.

Her husband-to-be had ensured that.

“You’re all set, miss,” the makeup artist said, setting down the brush that had been dusting powder across Bellova’s cheeks. “Do you feel comfortable in your gown? If you need anything adjusted, please let us know now. The ceremony will be quite long, and it will be less enjoyable if you are in any kind of pain.”

‘I am,’ the repressed voice inside of her wanted to scream. ‘I have been for almost a whole year.‘

Instead, she shook her head. “I’m fine, thank you. I require no adjustments.”

Bellova looked at her reflection once more, and an invisible string forced her lips to smile.

The white silk wedding dress was a custom design, made specifically for her and only her to wear. The neckline, which was an off-the-shoulder cut, was lined with faux white roses. They were itchy, and in Bellova’s opinion, they looked extremely tacky. They were beautiful, but she knew they were only there to remind her who she belonged to. The dress laced up in the back, giving her waist a “snatching” effect. If it was tightened just a centimeter more, she was sure it would crack her ribs.

Besides the roses, she hated the ridiculously large bow at the bottom of the corset laces the most. It looked far too girlish for a grown woman.

But she had no say in the making of the dress. And she knew by now that protesting would only make her miserable life worse.

Her mind was dragged through hell and back every moment she was awake. Most of the time, she was morphed into a completely new person. She felt like a puppet being controlled by the devil himself, doing and saying things against her will. She only came out of this trance-like state at night, when the curse Dr. Gaul had planted on her was lifted temporarily. She would unleash her rage as quickly and violently as she could, throwing things and screaming profanities. Her captor had to make her bedroom soundproof, because her piercing cries would alarm the staff of the Reginelle estate.

One night, Enolio had burst into her room after hearing a loud bang and a scream. Bellova had thrown a punch at her fiancé but missed, giving him an opportunity to lift her up and slam her to the ground.

The next morning, when she awoke, she was back under the influence of the serum. A small voice suppressed deep in her brain screamed for her to ask what had happened to the butler, but she couldn’t get the words out. It was as if an invisible gag was stuffed into her mouth.

She never saw Enolio again.

“Could you give me a moment alone, please?” Bellova said to the makeup artist. “I’ll make my way to my designated place in a moment so the ceremony can begin.” The woman nodded, and left the room promptly.

As soon as she was alone, the tears that had been threatening to spill over for the three hours it took to prepare for the wedding finally came. She sunk down to the floor, shaking like a leaf.

It took all of her mental strength to fight against the hypnotizing drugs that had infected her brain. They threatened to take away any ounce of autonomy she had over herself, and if she allowed that to happen, she wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to regain it. It was if a thick fog had settled over her mind, and she had to constantly strain her eyes to see through it. If she let her guard down, she’d start believing she was truly the submissive girlfriend of the Snow heir.

She had to get out of here. By tying the knot, she’d be tying herself to him forever. That would mean that he won. That she had given up, and accepted her fate as his wife slave.

She longed to make a run for it, escaping the venue and heading for the Capitol border. But where would she go? She had nobody to seek shelter with. She wouldn’t make it far, anyway. Her dress was heavy and long, greatly restricting her ability to move. Peacekeepers or one of the guests would catch her before she got very far.

And after her fiancé got through with her, she’d be utterly, completely doomed.

She’d rather die by her own hand than his.

But suicide would mean that he had won. And she’d suffered for so long that she couldn’t bear to give him that.

No, she would live on. She would play along, for the sake of her own survival.

And when the perfect opportunity arose, she would strike. She would make him regret ruining her life and her future. She would laugh as he pleaded for mercy, and then bring him immeasurable pain.

But at the moment, she had a wedding to attend. Her wedding.

Bellova sighed, plastering a smile on her dolled-up face.

It was time for her to officially become Mrs. Coriolanus Snow.

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Bellova’s head spun.

Her dress was feeling more like a straight jacket every minute. Her high heels were digging into her Achilles, and she was sure they had broken the skin. Between that and the never-ending turmoil inside of her mind, she felt like she was going to faint.

She gasped for air as subtly as she could, as not to alert the hundreds of guests attending the reception. She didn’t want to cause a fuss and pay the consequences in private.

After all, she knew that Coriolanus wouldn’t hesitated to “discipline” her. He’d made that very clear during the past several month.

Her husband was seated mere inches from her, sipping a glass of champagne. A silver ring glistened on his left hand. It had been custom made, and matched Bellova’s perfectly.

She looked down at her own wedding band. It was borderline obnoxious, but it was fitting for a family as pretentious as the Snows. Each of the stones was clear with a slight blue hue, and they were arranged to resemble a snowflake.

It was her another way for Coriolanus to declare her as his.

Bellova finished her glass of wine. It was her third of the night, and she was starting to feel extremely foggy. She knew it was not the smartest idea to become inebriated on her wedding night, but it helped ease the physical and mental pain.

She kept her mouth sealed, only speaking to guests who approached the newly wedded couple to congratulate them. Even then, she only said a few words, giving them a polite “thank you for coming”. She did her best to look elated.

Part of her conscience, which had been overtaken by that wretched serum, truly was happy. It tried to convince her that she’d just tied the knot with the love of her life.

But deep down, she was fuming.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Coriolanus glance at his watch. It was nearing midnight, and most of the guests were beginning to retire to their homes. Soon, it would be time for them to leave as well.

But they wouldn’t be going back to the Reginelle estate. No, they would be taking a limousine to District Four, where their honeymoon suite was waiting for them.

Bellova’s stomach churned unpleasantly. She knew all about what usually happened during the first night of married life.

She knew she couldn’t resist Coriolanus without being tortured or drugged again. He’d just inject her with her nightly dose of the serum, and then she’d have little to no control over herself.

Should she try to enjoy it? She’d be lying if she claimed she’d never fantasied about sleeping with Coriolanus before.

But this wasn’t how she’d imagine it would be. Not in the slightest.

In her daydreams during her Academy days, she had imagined it would take place once Coriolanus finally stopped bitching at her. He’d realize how perfect she was for him, and would beg her to be his girl. And when they were both ready, they’d take things to the most intimate level.

But Bellova was fully aware that Coriolanus didn’t love her. If he did decide to sleep with her, it wouldn’t be out of love. It would be yet another of his acts of dominance, to reassure him that he was in control.

Bellova looked down at her lap to avoid her husband’s gaze, her heart sinking deeper into her stomach by the second.

Though she couldn’t see it, she could feel Coriolanus give her a cold, cruel smile.

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If Bellova thought she was anxious before the wedding, she had no idea what to call her current state.

Coriolanus had a vice-like grip on her left hand, and there was no indication that he’d release her anytime soon. This had started as soon as their driver announced that their destination was only ten minutes away.

He hadn’t spoken a word to her since they’d gotten in the limousine. Bellova had been slightly offended hurt by this. Shouldn’t a husband be happy to be in his wife’s company?

‘Stop being stupid,’ the small voice whispered. ‘He doesn’t give a fuck about you, he’s not going to even pretend he cares while you’re in private.’

Bellova slumped against the back of the car seat. She was still dizzy from all of the alcohol she had consumed, but refused to fully let her guard down.

Coriolanus could wreak unspeakable terrors on her if she stopped resisting.

As soon as she was alone with Coriolanus were alone in their luxury oceanside suite, Bellova felt the serum start to wear off.

Coriolanus picked up both of their bags and headed towards the bedroom. Bellova followed suit, metaphorically dragging her feet. He was still ignoring her, which forced a small pout into her lips. She couldn’t help but feel disappointed that her beloved wasn’t paying her any attention.

The bedroom was lavish, but not nearly as nice as her own. The king-sized bed had white silk sheets, and the walls were decorated with oil paintings depicting ocean scenery. There was a large balcony overlooking the sea, which held two plush lounge chairs and a small glass table. Everything was so picturesque that it could’ve been straight out of a romance novel.

Alas, her life was anything but love story.

As soon as Coriolanus tossed his blazer in a hamper in the corner and began loosening his tie, Bellova felt her stomach constrict.

Was he actually going to fuck her?

Bile rose in her throat. She wasn’t a desperate little schoolgirl anymore, clinging to hopeless dreams. She was a victim, a victim of Coriolanus Snow’s unrelenting apathy.

No. She wouldn’t let him have his way with her.

The searing pain in her temples told her that she was now in full control of herself. She had to act before she was dragged back under again.

Bellova kicked off her designer heels, not caring in the slightest if they broke, and prepared herself for yet another grueling fight.

But before she could lunge at her enemy, Coriolanus’s head snapped towards her, making her freeze on the spot.

His shirt was already halfway unbuttoned. This didn’t phase her, she’d seen him naked several times before, but purposefully chose to forget those moments.

It was the hungry gaze in his eyes that made her blood turn to ice.

“You’re really going to do this now?”

The nonchalance in his tone made Bellova want to scream.

“What are you talking about?”

“Are you going to fight like a rabid animal during the first night of our honeymoon?”

Bellova sneered at him. “A broken nose would match perfectly with your crimson tie, if I do say so myself.”

Coriolanus laughed humorlessly. “Hilarious. Now get undressed.”

Bellova’s fists clenched instinctively. If it wasn’t for the fact that he had a stash of syringes full of that dreaded in his briefcase, she would have decked him in the jaw.

“No.”

Coriolanus rolled his pretty eyes, stepping towards her. She backed away, but her spine quickly hit the wall of the room. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Mrs. Snow. Though it’s not like you have much of a say, anyhow.”

The way Coriolanus had spat out her new title made her flinch. It sounded so wrong, being called Mrs. Snow instead of Miss Reginelle.

“I don’t want you, and you don’t want me. Therefore, we don’t need to do anything tonight. It’s simple, really.”

“Don’t talk to me like I’m fucking stupid,” Coriolanus barked. “If we don’t sleep together, people will talk. It’ll look bad for both of us. The press will say-“

“That’s all you care about these days,” Bellova said harshly. “And you’re assuming that the press will somehow know whether or not we fuck.”

The paranoia was evident in Coriolanus’s eyes. Clearly, this was a very important matter to him. Not because he actually wanted her, but because his shining reputation could be tarnished with rumors concerning their bedroom life.

“If you stop being a bitch for once, maybe I’ll let you stay off of the serum while we’re in bed, and I’ll consider making this enjoyable for you.”

Bellova rolled her eyes. He sounded like such an asshole, it was a wonder how he didn’t realize it. Or perhaps he did, and just didn’t care.

“What will it be?” Coriolanus asked sharply. “I’m not going to stand around waiting for much longer.”

An eerie silence filled the bedroom as Bellova weighed her options. She could attack him and do as much damage as possible before he drugged her. Or she could give in just for one night, and give herself a break.

She swallowed, and steeled her nerves. She knew exactly what she was going to do.

“Fuck this,” Coriolanus growled. His hand shot to her throat, squeezing so hard that Bellova could already feel the bruises forming. The familiar coldness of a needle poked at the skin on her neck, making her shudder wildly.

She hated it, but she was afraid.

“Please…” she croaked, clawing desperately at his arms. “Don’t do this…not again.”

A horrid scream escaped from her lips as Coriolanus inserted the syringe. She collapsed almost immediately, her face quickly becoming slick with salty tears.

Coriolanus carelessly lifted her up by the arms and tossed her on the bed. Devoid of any passion or desire, he flipped her onto her stomach and started unlacing the corset of her reception gown.

There was no gentleness in his touch.

There was only possessiveness and pure madness.

Bellova squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the pillow beneath her face becoming damp. The more skin Coriolanus revealed, the more disgusting she felt.

As much as she wanted to kick, scream, cry, anything to get away from him, she knew it was useless. The serum was already consuming her, swallowing her true self whole.

By the time he finally got her dress off, she was completely gone.

Coriolanus sucked in a breath, his fingertips ghosting over his bride’s bare thigh. She was already asleep, her body exhausted from everything that had happened throughout the day.

In their later Academy days, Coriolanus had briefly wondered about what Bellova was like in bed. There were quite a lot of rumors that circled around her regarding her sex life, but he knew most of them were fictitious. However, he knew she was no virgin. Bellova had admitted that at her seventeenth birthday party.

However, technically, he had been virgin. He didn’t count what had happened in the alley behind the train station years ago.

Coriolanus stared up at the ceiling, replaying the lustful activities he’d just partaken in in his mind.

It had felt…nice, he supposed. Bellova was pliant and sweet while he was on top of her, thanks to the serum. She had constantly begged for more, and initiated several kisses. He found the pleading quite annoying, and elected to ignore it. Still, she seemed to enjoy herself. He did as well, but found the power he could exert much more thrilling than any physical pleasure.

Coriolanus pulled Bellova’s sleeping form closer to him. He shuddered at the contact of her bare body pressed against his. She stirred slightly, but didn’t wake. She sighed contentedly, and fell limp again.

Coriolanus smiled.

He would ensure that this was part of their nightly routine.

And if Bellova didn’t like it?

Too fucking bad.

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TAGLIST: @daenerysqueenofhearts, @squidscottjeans, @euphemiaamillais, @gracieroxzy, @effectwalker, @vxnilla-hxrddrugs, @mystargirl-interlude

Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think in the comments! This chapter was truly heartbreaking to write. The next chapters won’t be this depressing, I promise. The next chapter will skip ahead to when Coriolanus is an office Gamemaker.

Also, let me know if you want to be added to the tag list! (I had to add some of y’all to a comment instead becuz tumblr won’t let me tag more people for some reason☹️)

#coriolanus snow #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #coriolanus snow x oc #the hunger games #coriolanus snow x reader #original character #thg prequel #dark!coriolanus snow #suzanne collins

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chronicpixle · 8 months

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Keith Kogane’s NSFW Alphabet :3

This isn’t proofread I’m sorry 💔

Tw: blood and knifeplay

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Keith definitely wipes you down with a warm cloth if you don’t wanna take a bath. If you’re in the mood for something like that he’d for sure do ANYTHING for you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s a stomach guy. Flat, fupa, chubby, abs? He doesn’t give a single FUCK he’s laying on it, cumming on it, nibbling, biting, kissing, licking.

Sadly he doesn’t have a favorite body part but if he had to choose it’d be his hair. He likes how silky and nice it is, don’t ever call it a mullet he will get mad.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He will always pull out, he has a fear of children but also the idea of the child being discriminated against for being part galra. If you ever asked him to cum inside you would have to BEG for it, and even so he’d still secretly pull out. (It’s his trauma leave him be 💔)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s masturbated to you in his lion on multiple occasions, I mean like it’s not like he was in space or on a mission.. he just wanted a closer relationship to you and his lion ig..

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He has the idea thanks to porn and shit but he’s never had actual sex unless it was with you. Maybe he had a fear of it idk.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggy style, missionary, reverse cowgirl, lotus flower, and spoon.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s very serious about sex, no matter what he needs to know if he’s hurting you or not. Maybe every other time you have sex he’ll giggle when he’s cumming but that’s mostly from the stimulation.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Considering they’re always running away from Zarkon and other aliens of that nature I doubt he has time to shave himself. I’m sure he’ll keep it trimmed but not a full on shave.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s EXTREMELY intimate and romantic during sex. He adores the idea of feeling close and romantic to you especially when it’s something like this, he wants you to feel safe in his arms….or dick..whichever you prefer ig

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He would always jack off to the thought of you before you guys started dating. Of course it was when you guys were flirting intensely and you were getting really touchy with each other. Otherwise he would’ve felt guilty..

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I have a LOT of kinks for him but that’s for another fanfic. He’s into knifeplay, not cutting or stabbing of course but that look on your face when he puts his knife to your neck or pussy oh my god. He’s also really into blood he can’t help it’s his galra 😞. He likes seeing blood on him when you scratch or bite him but seeing you in pain and bloody is something he genuinely can’t stand. (Hypocrite 😒)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

ONLY in his room (I’m lying). If you ever begged pleaded or sobbed he’d probably give in and do it in his lion. IF his lion was okay with it, occasionally he’d finger your behind a pod or something. He hates quickies though..

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Training. Seeing you all sweaty and panting, hands on your knees as you gasp and pant after a rough round of fighting with that SCARY ASS DUMMY. God everytime he sees you like that his body reacts on its own, the warmth in his crotch gets more intense by the second.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He will literally NEVER, share you with someone else and if you even mention something like it he’ll get defensive and all worried saying things like; “why? Do you not like me anymore? Did I do something wrong? Did you not like how fast I went last time?” You’ll have to constantly comfort him. Poor baby is so insecure he’s never been in a relationship like this before.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh he can sit in between your thighs for hours, sucking, licking, drooling. That shit is a whole ass 5 star meal for him. Eyes rolling back, gripping on the sheets, groaning, moaning. He doesn’t mind getting head although he can eat you up every day if you let him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s usually fast but if you need him to be gentle he’ll try his best to control himself. If he gets close to cumming he needs to go faster or he’ll basically be edging himself.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He despises them with his entire being, he wants to be close and passionate with you. He needs to feel your body against his, it genuinely feels wrong to not fuck you passionately. If you really need it he’ll finger or give you head before you go on a mission or something. Same for him, he’ll allow you to jerk him off if he really needs it but most of the time he doesn’t.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Like I said earlier he likes blood and knifeplay but he doesn’t really wanna do anything other than that. I mean sure he likes the idea of learning your kinks and he’d love to try them but his kinks are pretty solid and he sticks to them.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His normal human form he can go up to 3 on a good day. If he’s in heat (Bc he’s galra and I say so) he can go about…..too many to count but if I can put an estimate about 5-7.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has a vibrator for you because he knows it’s hard for you to cum from just penetration alone. He’s used it on himself once and it was a mess, never again.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he loves foreplay, rubbing and teasing your clit and seeing you press your thighs together trying to get as much stimulation as possible ngh~

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Yk how I said he giggles when he cums? Well he also has a high pitched moan when he cums as well. But for the most part he just grunts and mumbles sweet nothings under his breath.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Forgot to mention it but he wants to be chained/tied up and let you peg him (please he needs it)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Idk that part galra is putting a LOT of images in my head so…normally 5 soft 5.7ish hard. In heat? 7-8 it just depends if his horny levels are high enough.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?

He can go for about 45 minutes each round but for heat (I’m sorry it’s stuck in my head) about an hour or so….each round..

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Normally he’ll wait for you to go to sleep in his arms after cleaning you up. But if he’s in heat (I’m genuinely so sorry) he’ll immediately fall asleep after while you weakly pet his hair from how hard he fucked you.

#voltron #keith kogane #voltron x reader #headcanon #smutty #alphabet

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clare-with-no-i · 17 days

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20 q's for fic writers

thank you sooo so much for tagging me @kay-elle-cee I unfortunately could not approach this in a completely earnest fashion due to who I am as a person, so everyone please take this slightly ersatz set of answers with all of the love I intend…which is a lot I swear…

AO3 Username: clarewithnoi (pronounced 'clare with no eye')

1. How many works do you have on A03? lol I keep orphaning stories when they annoy me but for now 37 (I think?)

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 403,419…what is this word city

3. What fandoms do you write for? Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, others which I have not published lol

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

not the statistics page!!!!!!! john mulaney voice that's the thing I'm sensitive about!!!!!!

one long day (all my love will make you shake) at 1,151 WOW my god I did not realize it had surpassed 1k!!! did I know that? holy shit!

I will carry you, always at 873 ok this is also shocking but I do know that my they-lived AUs tend to be more popular and they're older so they've had time to accumulate hits

foreigner's god at 701 still can't believe this <3

theogony at 682 (!!)

growing pains at 675 another they-lived AU! I really carved out a niche early on

5. Do you respond to comments? don't look at me…I always want to…I swear I just get overwhelmed…put the gun down please…

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? uhhhh jesus idk, probably the derelict art of letting go? I don't write a lot of angst but I guess that one is on the sadder side

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? foreigner's god! or I will carry you always! in one of them I contend with reincarnation and shared grief and second chances at life. in the other one they hook up in the DADA classroom. so it's a toss-up

8. Do you get hate on fics? not really, and given the number of public fights I've had on this account you'd think that people would take their dislike of me to ao3 more often, but everyone's been remarkably charitable in that regard. thanks guys <3

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? only if I can exorcise personal trauma through it. or if it's 2020 and I'm dissociating in my studio apartment.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? no and no one say theogony or I'm turning this bus around

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? yessiree and it was not pleasant!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? yes! a few! the ones with my permission were lovely. the ones without my permission not as much.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? naur…

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? it's like a three-way tie between jily, percabeth, and zelink tbh! but I've mainly read jily fic in the past few years I think. but this answer can change dependent on me developing a new hyperfixation lmao

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? the last time I answered this question I did it as a joke and then I wrote theogony about it so I'm going to choose peace and just plead the fifth here lest I commit to another wip that'll take three years

16. What are your writing strengths? I do a lot of (an excess of) research, I'm good at description, I am funny when I want to be, I've had some really good prose moments if I do say so myself (I do)

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I am structurally a very weak writer, I can't be succinct, I don't have a great literature background so I never really know what I'm in conversation with and have limited points of reference for writing, I am very bad at writing characters who are subtle about their emotions/romantic feelings, I submit to time pressure and rush myself, the list goes on

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I've always wanted to write a fic in Spanish omgggg

19. First fandom you wrote for? either Zelink or Percabeth when I was like 12 lol.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? theogony!

tagging @thequibblah yes I know you've been tagged already. cope <3 and @mipwrites go get 'em champ

#yeehaw!#clare is tagged

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anxietywriter · 1 month

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assorted prompts!

no particular theme, just a few ideas that i think are neat :3

a character that really likes journaling, and another character that accidentally happens upon it and reads a few lines

"You are so much more than what people say you are."

a character waiting for their flight in the airport. and the stranger that asks to sit by them because they're near a charging area.

addendum to the last one, finding out they're sitting next to each other for the whole flight.

the trope of a cafe being too busy and having to share a table with someone they don't know lives rent free in my head

alkf soulmate au soulmate au soulmate au, i personally like the matching marks one the most, but a lot of other popular ones i've seen are to do with eyes meeting and seeing color, touching and marks forming in the shape of that touch, being able to write on their skin for their soulmate to see, and shared dreams

maybe because i'm a sucker for angst but i'm also a big fan of soulmate au's in which one character's soulmark disappears or covered because of scars or a near death experience. not just because of the complications it creates for their fated to find them, but also the feeling of losing the one thing that connected them to their soulmate

painting/studio mates that are always working together. always in the studio together, working on projects late into the night. and it's this almost silent rivalry of who can make the most progress or who can stay in the studio the latest. how they always examine each other's painting and critique them in front of the whole class. at one point, they get to talking, reluctantly admitted to each other's skill. catch feelings. become each other's muse/inspiration. the works.

something about the tragedy of watching someone go to college in a major they hate. that they would be disowned if they chose their passion. how they were only happy in the one art class that their schedule allowed them to take. painting the walls with your name, if you can't remember this moment at least that room will. there was pain in the thought that they could've double majored. if only they knew about the possibility sooner.

like it's so tragic to me watching character be groomed as an heir to a big company or throne, when all they want is to know peace away from that world. they want the freedom to choose but can't for fear of losing everything they have. they will go through the motions if only to survive for the few moments of joy. but my favorite trope? when we see them find others that bring them the peace they crave. or y'know. when they leave their whole life behind, bright-eyed into the unknown.

i fucking love au's. i think i mentioned a pokemon au before but like aughhh love them. idk i just like thinking about what pokemon a character would use and what their ace would be. ALSO if they would be the kind of person that wants to beat the gym masters, win pokemon beauty competitions, use them for help in their profession, or just like, as a little guy, just a pet, what an adorable friend.

#writing prompts #prompt list #story prompts #AHHHH reincarnated as a slime season three in APRIL?#please be real i would love to watch it over the summer #kind of unreal #it's almost summer again already a;dlkfal

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fanficsandfluff · 2 years

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Tickletober 2022 - Day 13: Blush

A/N: I find this so entertaining because literally the other two days of prompts you wanted have already been requested, AND I didn't feel like doing Ghost Tickles because it's too similar to the force and I've already written a Mando fic utilizing the force. So thank you, AnonEmu, for sending in your loving words and prompts! I hope this suffices, even though it's not exactly what you requested!

Fandom: The Mandalorian (Star Wars)

Characters: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) x Reader

There were times while you were getting to know the Mandalorian that you begun to pick up on his body language or verbal cues. Without having a human face to make connections with and view emotions, you had to pick up his signs and tells quicker than an average relationship.

And before long, you could tell when Din was sad, angry, anxious, in pain, nervous, and your favorites were of course him being happy. When Din was happy, he'd stand up straighter and his helmet would face you a couple seconds too long, so you knew he was smiling under there. Sometimes his fingers would tap out patterns or beats on an object he was near or holding, or sometimes on his own thigh. That showed that he was content and felt safe.

"I'm nohot kidding, I think you would look cute with this," you joked around with him one late night, holding up a large pink bow a village child made for Din after he'd helped them out.

"Never," Din replied curtly.

You were both sitting on the floor of the ship, facing each other, each leaning against an opposite wall. And your legs were laced together, one and then the other.

"They made it for you, you know," you sighed, a smile still playing on your lips.

"And as my gift, I choose to give it to you for you to wear."

"You're no fun," you huffed. The two of you shared a few moments of quiet as you thumbed the fabric of the bow between your fingers. Then you leaned forward and reached your arms up, trying to wrap it around Din's helmet.

"Stay still!"

"Stop!"

You had to heave yourself up onto your knees, but you got it on his helmet and positioned it in the perfect way before you busted up in laughter, holding onto your stomach.

"Alright, enough," Din made the move to remove the bow from his helmet, but his hand stopped halfway in the air. It was just so nice to hear you laughing, and he didn't want it to end sooner than it had to.

"Youhuhu look so adorable! Here, I'll get you a mirror!" you stumbled up to your feet and ran to get a reflective surface for Din. You brought back a loose metal plate that was meant to go into a wall panel on the ship that hasn't yet been fixed.

And it was then that you saw a new reaction. Din was blushing. You didn't know how you knew, but it seemed clear as day. He seemed tenser than normal, but not as tense as when he was anxious or mad. And his head was angled towards the floor, and once he got a look at himself, his head turned to the side. His hand slid around on his helmet to try and feel for the bow to rip it off.

"No need to be embarrassed," you sat yourself beside Din and grabbed his wrist that was searching for the bow. After lowering it, you took your hand and removed it, placing it into your lap. You looked into the vents of his helmet and smiled at him, "Like I said, you looked adorable. Definitely add it to the repertoire," your hand hadn't released Din's wrist, so you took advantage of the situation and slid your hand into his gloved one. And you held it. An image of Din's Beskar tinted pink at his cheeks swam through your brain and it made you smile brighter.

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"Come here."

"No, you're going to annoy me," that staticky voice filtered through the helmet.

You snorted. How astute of the Mandalorian.

"I wihill not annoy you," you raised your hand in the air as if to swear, "I want to test it out, okay? That's all... if you really hate it, I'll stop. I promise."

Once Din had reluctantly dragged himself back towards the bed by you, he sat himself down. And he sat stiffly. You heard him clear his throat before he presented his hand to you.

You held Din's hand in one of yours, his palm face up.

You had been helping him take off his Beskar armor when you discovered something. The arm plates had slid off, except for a sharp corner getting caught on the cloth of his glove, and you quickly reached to pull the fabric back up to its rightful place. And Din drew his arm back in such a way that you knew it didn't have to do with him feeling exposed or in pain.

With a gentle touch, you pinched the edge of Din's glove between your fingers and slid it down so his wrist was no longer covered. You glanced up towards his face, making sure you still had permission. It looked like his gaze was a little off to the left of you. You placed one finger onto his wrist and rubbed the skin tenderly.

And then the reaction came again. Din's fingers twitched and he moved to pull his arm to himself, but you made sure he kept it in your grip.

You smiled a mile wide towards him, "You're soft there," was how you decided to word it. And again, you could see Din blushing. It was endearing. Not literally, of course, but the energy was the same.

Your finger rubbed around his wrist until it slipped under his glove, hooking the fabric and dragging it up a hair, just so you could touch his palm now. Din gasped and his fingers flinched.

"Very soft," you seemed to whisper unconsciously.

This was a big step for your relationship. You were seeing and touching some of his skin. You weren't going to take this new step for granted. Anything to keep Din blushing like you knew he was.

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"Nuh-uh, no."

"Please! Oh, please, Din!"

"You're going to stop and never bring this up again."

"Fine..." you huffed, before continuing, "I wasn't doing anything in the first place."

Din eyed you. Yes, eyed you with his literal, beautiful dark brown eyes.

"Could you be crystal clear and tell me what it was I was doing that got you so defensive, Mando?" you turned the tease up to 11, crawling towards him on the plush sofa you two had previously been cuddling on.

Din shook his head and his eyes tried to avoid yours now. You watched him suck in his cheek in the effort to not smile, you assumed. And that only made you smile bigger and brighter, "I just touched you like..." you reached out a hand towards Din's side and his reflexes caught your hand before you touched him, "... well, almost like that."

"I said to stop."

"You don't mean it," you tilted your head just as he moved his in the same direction, mirroring one another, "You want me to. Just for a little."

"W-Why... no, no I-I don't think I do," Din's voice got small and his eyes shifted, the corners of his mouth twitched and tugged, just dying to be pulled up into a smile... but the best part was the flush that creeped up his neck and spread to his cheeks and ears.

You smiled and leaned in closer while he still held onto your wrist, an illusion of keeping it at bay.

"You're so cute," you breathed and grinned and your hand easily slipped past Din's defenses and wiggled along his side. Your other hand quickly joined in to keep the activities lively.

Din bucked and that smile finally broke through, sweet giggles accompanying it. You kissed around his pink neck, and at the apples of his cheeks, and finally one sweet kiss to the tip of his nose, now rosy from laughter and joy you helped bring to him.

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elwenyere · 6 months

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Fic Writer 20 Questions

I was tagged by my beloved @frostbitebakery: thank you so much, my friend!!!

1.) How many works do you have on ao3

2.) What's your ao3 word count?

301,664 words

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

So far, the MCU, Star Wars, and Top Gun.

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

Call Me By Your (Pet) Name (MCU, Sambucky)

Tactical Engagements (Star Wars, Codywan)

Citation Needed (MCU, Stony)

Helps to Relieve My Mind (MCU, Sambucky)

Good Soldiers (Star Wars, Codywan)

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do, yes! Sometimes it takes me a little while to write back if things in real life are hectic, but eventually I do, because I love chatting with readers about what they noticed in a story and what I was thinking about/working on while writing.

6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I have never written what I would call an unhappy ending. But sometimes what we know about the canon ending can still make the ending of a fic bittersweet, and that's true of a fair number of fics I've written. I think the two fics that leave canon angst most fully on the table are my MCU ficlet A Stitch in Time, which is about what else Steve might have done while returning those stones, and my wee Star Wars piece Yes, It Feels Like That, which is a moment with Leia's grief during ANH.

7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I swear: I used to write plenty of fics that were happy all the way through! That happens a lot less frequently now. But Right on Time is just about the happiest ending I could give to a post-war Codywan, and my Sambucky fic Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice is (to me) maybe the funniest fic I've written.

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

I've been very lucky with readers who are largely very generous.

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I am a relative newcomer to writing smut, but I have dabbled, yes. I'm not sure what kind of smut it is. Feelings-forward, I guess?

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I think the only thing I've written that could come close to being classified as a crossover was my very first multi-chapter fic, Should You Choose to Accept It, which included characters from both the mainstream Avengers and Agents of SHIELD and mashed up the plots of Iron Man 3, CA: TWS, AOS Season One, and Mission Impossible 3.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet!

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Yes! The Stony identity porn/professor AU fic Citation Needed was a collaboration with the incredible @festiveferret, and it is the most fun I've had writing fic.

14.) What's your all time favorite ship?

Cannot pick a favorite, but my first OTP was Mulder/Scully, and they will always have a special place in my heart.

15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

God what a painful question. 😅 I am a stubborn bastard, and I don't know if I've fully admitted defeat on any of my WIPs, even the ones I've neglected the most. But the WIP that's probably been waiting for my attention the longest is the sequel to my Stony fic Three Little Words; or, Five Times Steve and Tony Didn’t Actually Apologize + One Time They Did, which I cannot abandon or scrap for parts because I'm really attached to the bits that I have written, but which I haven't been able to make progress on for a long time. Bug me for snips about it if you like: I would love to be able to share what I have so far.

16.) What are your writing strengths?

A borderline aggressive amount of figurative language, narrative beats that feel layered, and I think I have a decent ear for dialogue.

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm so, so, so inexpressibly slow, and I also build up increasing levels of anxiety about WIPs when I'm not getting outside perspectives about them, so I find it nearly impossible to write anything longer than 20k.

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I have experimented with this a little bit in the past, and I'm currently trying it again in a WIP in a language I'm not deeply familiar with, which is nerve-wracking. But I think it can be so effective when done well, and I'm excited to keep growing in that area.

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

Stony in the MCU: a missing-scene fic from Endgame

20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?

I love all my children equally, but my Codywan fic Recollection is probably the fic that felt most ambitious to me at the time that I wrote it: memory-related temporal shenanigans, surreal scene changes, some heavy psychic territory, and my very first smut scenes. I'm proud of how many new things I tried.

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Open tags for anyone who would like to play!!! This was very fun: @ me with your answers if you'd like to join. <3<3<3

#tag game #writer memes #thank you for the tag frost!!!

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grimalkinmessor · 6 months

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for the fic writers ask game — ❤️ and 🎁 ? :-)

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

OH BOY that one is difficult!! I've written a lot of lines over the years that make me go "...Oh damn that one is AWESOME where did THAT come from??" but....I thiiiink I'm gonna have to go with the one that seems to be everyone else's favorite:

"You look at his hands the same way he looks at your throat."

Ah, The First to Fall my beloved magnum opus 🙏

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

SEVERAL!!! So many that it physically pains me to choose!! :D

But I'll yeet out one for Cosmic Entities bc I know that's the one my DN peeps are most thirsty for lmao:

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"You wouldn't understand," Light snaps, turning to rifle through the bags of blankets to find one he doesn't hate. "You were never human so you don't know what it's like—" "Explain it to me then," Ryuk urges, knocking his boot against Light's ankle. "You're good at that, ain't cha?" Light pauses, his hands half-clawed against the plastic of one of the blanket bags. He takes a deep breath and forces his hands to relax, claws shrinking back into normal fingertips. It's just...Ryuk, he reminds himself. He can be honest with Ryuk. "I want to play the game again," Light admits through gritted teeth. "I liked having him there to challenge me. Everything was so boring for so long, but then I became Kira and L came along in rapid succession, and I was anything but bored. I...enjoyed. Having him around."

Pawing through the selection, Light finally finds a satisfactory bedspread with a marbled white and gold pattern. He pulls it out and holds it tightly in his hands, lips pursed in thought. For something to explain the war in his mind.

"Imagine...finding the rarest, prettiest tiger on Earth. It's the last of its kind, and you've never seen anything like it before. You want to keep it, to get close and pet it, but you know, logically, that it's still a dangerous animal. And for your own safety, you need to leave it alone—handle it from a safe distance. But that urge, the desire to play with and be close to it, doesn't just go away. Sometimes you can't resist the urge to feed it through the bars—even though you know you might just lose a hand. Do you understand? Is any of this getting through to you?" Light glances over at Ryuk through his bangs, and blinks in surprise when he finds Ryuk's expression thoughtful rather than amused.

"Yeah," Ryuk answers after a moment, head tipped. "Yeah, I could see that."

"Really?" Light says incredulously. Suspiciously. It's not that he doesn't think Ryuk could imagine such a thing, but that sort of response implies some kind of...empathy. Which Ryuk, even as a semi-Shinigami, shouldn't be capable of.

Ryuk snorts at Light's narrowed eyes, rolling his own as he turns to look through the blankets himself. "What? We might be friends," Ryuk drawls, his smile a sneer. "But if ya think I don't know when I'm livin' with a predator, then I might just get offended. I ain't that stupid, kid, whatever you think."

Light takes a moment to digest that. He licks across his fangs, his mouth suddenly buzzing with the urge to make something bleed.

#asks #ask game #blondiest #thank yoouuu ✨#writers ask game #the first to fall #i hold hands with cosmic entities #lawlight

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scoundrels-in-love · 1 month

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🍄🍦☁️ <3

Hi sweets, this only took me ages to get to, but, alas.

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Oh boy, oh hmm. I've already mentioned my firm headcanon that Mashwood exchange earrings instead of wedding bands as more just-them moment of intimacy (and also rings can be pain in the ass with their gun toting lifestyle) in all my stories. So, what else?

That Meryl definitely writes a book that is honest, painful retelling of the truth. The tv show in some versions is all good and well, but I don't think it goes down the way she wants, the way it should. And Vash is so raw still. So, eventually, I think she writes his story proper. Makes sure Wolfwood isn't lost to history as just one of countless deaths in wake of Stampede's path. (Even if they're not romantically involved themselves. He is still important person to Vash, to her in platonic and without-him-Vash-wouldn't-be-here in a way.)

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate

First, I had to bring council together and remember what character I hate with burning passion. I don't dwell on that as much as ones I love.

Anyway, Kenjaku of JJK. He's kind of the reason Choso Kamo exists and I'll give him that. [insert essay about a person who has been told they have no real access to humanity, and yet they have so much of it and are so full of love that he creates the concept out of thin air and pain he's been inflicted]. And that's why he's also contributed to existence of Chosoyuki, which is truly an excellent pairing and they're living happily ever after, far away from sorcerer society, except for the fact Choso hangs out with his brother all the time.

And for the third, uh, genderfluid royalty.

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

For pretty much all of my internet life, I've been SadRain or some variation of that (Funfact: Imber is a word for rain in Latin AND wordplay on amber which is one of our national riches, to me). Unfortunately, that url is taken on Tumblr and my first url was dreamofdusk. But once I got more involved in my fandom, at the time it was... Quite uncool to have not-fandom usernames. So, I wracked my brain and came up with one that basically encaspulated some of my favorite characters/otps at the time: Han Solo, Captain Hook of OUAT and, well, just general vibe of characters I do enjoy. So, I made this my username. It has been my name for so long that I don't wanna go through hassle of relinking everything, literally impossible, and I've not found a new, not taken URl to move to, even though I don't really vibe with this as deeply anymore.

Send me writer truth or dare?<3

#ask games answered #lovely people #sent on a cloud

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lauren-210 · 2 months

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What's your favorite character from all across THG trilogy & TBOSAS?

Why do you like this character?

Favorite quote or moment from them?

Please state one (or more) thing which you don't like from them.

Thank you 😊

@curiousthg

Ahhhh yes! Happy to answer this question! 😊

Favorite character across the series: My District 2 golden boy, my best friend, my husband: Sejanus Plinth ❤️

There's certainly so much I can say about him and why I love him so much. He is literally everything for me: Compassionate, empathetic, kind, loving, selfless, brave, morally strong, pure, honest, a pacifist, and the biggest sweetheart. He is a man of heart who wears his heart on his sleeves. I adore this man. ❤️ I love his backstory, his storyline, and I find his character interesting to me. I truly see so much of myself in him when it comes having very similar personalities, our beliefs/moral compass, our life experiences (being bullied in school when we were young, being shy, not having many friends growing up), and also similar flaws we both share such as acting or thinking from our hearts first, being naïve on certain things about the world, or acting out from our emotions, especially in regards to things that pertain to our beliefs about the world or situations that happen. His humanity and his capacity to be good as well as the convictions he has in the good in humanity and people’s capacity to do good are what makes him so special to me. I love that he maintains his humanity all the way thick and through and not playing the Capitol’s game of letting them turn him into something he’s not. He always wants to do the right thing and puts others before him. ❤️

One of my favorite scenes and one of the most defining moments that showcase his humanity and emphasizes the degree to how much he cares is (and represents who he is as a person) is when he sneaks into the arena to give Marcus (his former District 2 friend/classmate and his tribute) a vigil while also going in there to die as a martyr. He was ready to make a statement for people that didn't even LIKE him and the amount of compassion and love he has in his heart to do that for Marcus despite him giving him the cold shoulder the entire time and hating him (when it could have been so easy for Sejanus to shrug Marcus off for how he was treating him) is incredible. He sees and watched him die a painful, senseless and cruel death in being hung up for display and goes in to cross his arms, perform their District 2 tradition of spreading the bread crumbs over his body to die peacefully because he wanted to say "Fuck you. You can hang up this boy but I am not letting him die without showing how human he is." He even does that for Brandy after she's killed by Peacekeepers after she kills Arachne and he wants people (no matter how cruel or unkind or violent they are; no matter where they come from) to be treated with respect and dignity.

Favorite quote: So hard to choose cause I love so many of his, but picking just one, I'd have to go with this one because it's so powerful ❤️:

"You’ve no right to starve people, to punish them for no reason. No right to take away their life and freedom. Those are things everyone is born with, and they’re not yours for the taking. Winning a war doesn’t give you that right. Having more weapons doesn’t give you that right. Being from the Capitol doesn’t give you that right. Nothing does."

No Sejanus slander in this house 🙅🏻‍♀️🙅🏻‍♀️🙅🏻‍♀️ If I have to mention anything that I don't like about him........him being su*cidal cause that makes me so god damn depressed and he deserves the world. 😭😭😭

#the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #q&a #favorite character #sejanus plinth #i am always happy to express my love for this man ❤️

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dancing-out-in-space · 9 months

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bad buddy fandom getting-to-know-you meme!

Tagged by @fiercynn, it's a lovely idea. Thank you!

note: i consider "fanworks" to pretty much everything people create related to a fandom, including but not limited to meta/analysis/discussion, gifs, fanvids/edits/fancams, filk, fanart, fanfic, fan food, fan crafts, etc. please include this note with the meme unless you have a different definition!

name and whatever you want to share about yourself Hello you can find me most places online as sweet_exile (except tumblr). I am terrible at intros so please ask if you want to know anything.

when did you watch bad buddy/join the fandom? I watched BB in April last year after a friend recommended some Thai BLs and this was the one I fell in love with. I kind of accidentally fell into the fandom after writing a couple of fics.

favorite ship(s) sorry to be obvious but patpran. I love inkpa too, as soon as I saw the 'oh no, I've lost my contact lens' scene I instantly thought, that's such a meet cute moment.

favorite character(s) Pat is my beloved. So dramatic, one thing goes wrong and he's ready to throw himself off the balcony. I absolutely do not identify with that.

favorite episode(s) Aaaaah! A tough choice beyond the obvious episode 5 answer. Episode 2 is great, the pre-credits scene is a work of comedy genius and I love episode 3 as well.

favorite scene(s) the epic rooftop kissᵗᵐ (of course!), episode 6 - playing in the sea and the 'you must hate me' conversation afterwards, the library scene in episode 3 - my favourite cheeky kind of Pat and also returning Pran's guitar.

one thing you would change about the show if you could I'm glad they didn't overdo Pat's jealousy of Wai but I do think patpran needed to have a conversation about why Pran left his guitar with Wai.

what are your some of your favorite fanworks made by other people? Oh so many, you're welcome to check out my bookmarks but a couple of my favourites are:

traffic was slow for the crash years by @fiercynn

What's in Your Head? (Zombie Eh Eh) by aworkingprinter (miscellar on tumblr)

A Soft Boy in Soft Sweaters by @dimplesandfierceeyes

(if you create fanworks) what are your favorite fanworks that you’ve made?

I've only written a couple of BB fics but the one I'm most proud of is Love is Careless in its Choosing It's the longest fic I've ever written and started off as a stupid thought - why is it always Pran who is ill with Hanahaki Disease what if it was Pat and it kind of grew from there.

a song that makes you think of bbs (the ones in the show don’t count lol) I have a habit of using David Bowie lyrics as fic titles, so a lot of Bowie songs remind me of patpran, which is my own fault I know.

Days from the Reality album is very them - "Do I need a friend? Well I need one now" "All the days of my life, all the days I owe you." "With redeyed pain I'm knocking on your door again, My crazy brain in tangles pleading for you gentle voice"

I could pick loads of them though. I'm fine honestly.

idk anything else you want us to know? I don't think so.....

I think @fiercynn has already tagged everyone I know in BB fandom so if you stumble across this and want to join in please consider yourself tagged!

#bad buddy #bbs #bad buddy the series #bad buddy fandom #bbs fandom #bad buddy fanworks recs

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Get to Know: Phyrris the Dark Urge

Finally getting around to doing this! Thank you @sporeservant for the prompt!

General Questions:

What is their preferred combat style? Dueling or Dual Wielding

What is their favorite weapon? Phalar Aluve

What (or who) would they do anything to save? There isn't a single thing that would keep her from protecting Gale or trying to save Enver, even if it meant fighting the gods themselves.

What (or who) would they do anything to destroy? Orin, though they were raised sisters and she did use to care for her greatly, she's come to see her as a target and a threat.

What keeps them up at night? The sins of their past and what her adopted mother would think of her now.

What brings them peace? Practicing magic with Gale, training with Wyll, drinking with Astarion (and going for a hunt.)

What is their greatest asset? Her quick wit and silver tongue.

What is their achilles heel? Her temper.

What does their voice sound like? Voice 4 (but I've always imagined it a step lower and a bit raspy.)

What do they smell like? plum, iron and iris

What do they take pride in? Her singing voice and swordsmanship

How would they spend the last night of their life? Eating Enver's heart and having Gale read to her.

How does someone get on their good side? Be kind, don't harm children, be funny.

How does someone get on their bad side? Being obnoxious, abusive, or vile.

What is the best and worst memory they’ve formed since they escaped the Illithid ship?

> Best Memory: Sharing the weave with Gale for the first time after thinking he hated her because she killed Alfira. It's not the last time he looks at her with such awe, and she chases that feeling afterward.

> Worst Memory: Seeing the betrayal in her companion's eyes, especially from Gale and Shadowheart, once Enver reveals her role in the original plan to them. It's a difficult moment where she's forced to confront that they wouldn't love her if she was (she is) a monster. It's also the beginning of her plan to face Orin alone.

If they could change their ancestry and choose to live another life, would they? What path would they take? Phyr would choose Bhaal if it meant she met her adopted parents, Enver, Gale, and everyone again. She can't imagine a different life than the one she has, even with her memory loss.

If they had the option to restore their lost memories, would they? SO - In my headcanon I fully believe the DU starts to get their memories back slowly and steadily as they confront different triggers, and for Phyrris especially, she chooses not to say anything because she's terrified of what her newfound family will say.

Which companion was the first to learn of their dark urges? How did this individual find out? Astarion! She confides in him early on after he notices her trembling and shaking, and the two of them share their secrets and hunt together at night to blow off steam.

Are they secretive, or open about their dark urges? Why? Phyr is a funny mix of both, she's a bard so she jokes about them but in such a way that she's not taken seriously. (Until she is lol)

In the words of our resident bag o' bones (Withers), there are two paths the Dark Urge must choose from: "the heart of a savior," or "the mind of a murderer." Which path does your character take?

The Heart of a Savior:

What is the cost of resisting their dark urges? How does resistance impact them over time? Phyr has constant migraines and unbeatable insomnia, thankfully as a Drow she doesn't require sleep in the traditional sense, but her migraines impact her on a daily basis. Over time, her resistance escalates to a point of chronic pain in her joints, requiring her to push herself to the edge in every battle.

How do they find the strength to resist their dark urge? She finds her strength through her companions, but especially through Astarion and Gale.

What are their motivations for resistance? It isn't so much that she's motivated to resist for "good" reasons, she's motivated because the only memory she had at the very start was her and Enver's promise that one day neither of them would be controlled.

To their memory, have they ever succumbed to their urges? Outside of killing Alfira, she succumbs to her urges when she slaughters the Goblin Camp leaders (to the point of terrifying Gale), and when she kills Orin.

To their memory, have they always taken the path of resistance, or did something change their mind? I fully believe she's tried to resist in the past (the beggar memory/conversation with Scleritas comes to mind). Bhaal's cruelest choice was putting her with a Dancer of Elistraee and an Archfey Warlock in her youth, she's always felt shame for killing them.

Is there anything else you'd like to share? Feel free to include art or a screenshot of your Dark Urge if available!

#oc: phyrris the dark urge #this was so much fun and helped me flesh out some ideas for my fic!!#the dark urge #bg3 durge

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Hi,.....if you don't mind me asking, can I ask your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from JJK? And why you loved them? And your top 5 favorite moments from the series? Sorry if you've answered this question before....

Also love to read your blog, like I also learn quite a lot of various things from reading your blog....Thanks for sharing them....

Yes, I'm the one who asked the same format ask but from ATLA. (Hi....!)

Hi Anon!!! Nice to see you again! Thanks for sending these asks hehe they're super fun <3 ^_^!! I just realized sending similar asks is a thing on tumblr, i never get asks so I wasn't too sure on ask etiquette and am still learning.

Onto the answer!

Hmm...top favorites.....

Itadori Yuuji: So I like Superman comics a lot. I love optimistic protagonists who choose love and hope no matter how difficult. A critique lot of Superman fans have is that it's unrealistic for Superman to be optimistic and if he was ever faced with true horrors, he'd turn evil. There's games, movies and comics based on him just losing one person he loves(his wife Lois Lane) and going absolutely evil. People use that to justify nihilistic doomerism. "See! Everyone's got evil in them!" Enter Yuuji. He's got that Superman personality and motive. He's evidence to how no matter how horrible the world gets, no matter how much you lose, it's important to hope, to have heart and to love people. To never stop caring. I hate what he has to go through, it always hurts, but to see him form bonds and keep being kind to people is so nice to see. Being kind can be an act of immense strength. Always be kind, never let go of hope. It's a lesson we can learn at 5, 10, 15, 25, 35, 65, doesn't matter how old or young you are and Yuuji really reminds me of that.

Geto Suguru: I think this is obvious hehe. He's very relatable. I've actually been experiencing a level of that existential crisis he's going through in Hidden Inventory. You work and work, you see people die and suffer while all you can do is stand by and watch. His pain his understandable and watching him go through it is pretty validating. So many young people have their hopes of making a better world crushed because capitalism, because money, because you have to compromise and be uncomfortable and take every horrible thing the system throws your way without question because that's how you survive. Everyone suffers through this but due to the emphasis on individualism, people don't realize we're all in this together. Geto's methods are obviously extreme and irrational but the pain is relatable and a good example of the disillusionment we feel towards the systems we're in.

Gojo Satoru: Is this surprising? Lmao I post about him pretty often too. I used to not like him as I mentioned before but his character arc is very intriguing. It shows how power and absolute strength honestly doesn't mean anything when you're alone. I think the idea of 'power' and 'strength' is relative. And sure Gojo is good at everything he does and is canonically the strongest but even he is limited by the social norms and mores of Jujutsu Society. Geto was wrong, Gojo couldn't have achieved the impossible mission of saving sorcerer lives. Power is something to be afraid of, it's a heavy burden. Gojo revels in his fights but it also causes him great pain by entirely isolating him. I think he's a good commentary on what power means, what people can do with it, and how it functions under an oppressive system, and what 'strength' means (he's privileged and wants to fix Jujutsu Society from inside out but never manged it). I love how yeah sure Gojo is physically powerful but his most impactful and long-lasting effect comes from his time as a teacher(Hakari and Kirara finding their own path, Yuuta functioning outside of the higher ups' order, Maki destroying the Zen'in clan and ending the 3 clan system, Yuuji going up against Sukuna). Honorable mentions! Yoshino Junpei(again, obvious af for me), Maki, Yuki Tsukumo(I want to fight Gege for what he did to her like fuck this), Choso, Nobara.

Top 5 favorite moments(not in any particular order).....

Sukuna v Jogo/ Sukuna v Mahoraga In my heart I am a fight fan and these fights were majestic. I'm grouping them together because they happened back to back.

The alley scene at the end of JJK 0 I was so shocked and it hurt me so much. Gojo was so devastated, it's so clear he wanted to save Geto, make him smile, keep him safe but I think they both knew that Geto was already dying. It's so tragic gosh Geto's smile after what Gojo said(HE SAID i LOVE YOU HE HAD TO HAVE) is imprinted on my brain I've doodled that smile like 10 times.

Yuuji holding Junpei's hand saying "I won't curse you anymore."

Just, look at this. I am not strong. I can't do this. It's such a good demonstration of how kind Yuuji is. Like he let himself get STABBED just so he could reach out to Junpei and hear him out. The way he's carefully taking Junpei's hands in in his. Like this is Yuuji's character summed up.

4. Maki v Mai Actually all of EP17. Maki's a pretty effective counter to Gojo whose strength is immense but due to it being conventional to Jujutsu Society rules, he is still ineffective. Maki though, is a glitch in the system and this episode and fight introduces us to that. She can topple the Jujutsu Society by merely existing and using her strength. Her existence is a threat to the house of cards they've built.

Momo talks about how women need to be "perfect" to get ahead in Jujutsu Society. Nobara then asks the question "okay why the fuck should I care about what the Jujutsu society wants from me?" and Maki goes "you norms are shit anyways, and I'll prove to you exactly how".

Maki(and Nobara) show that abiding by the rules of Jujutsu Society is never going to get you freedom. You have to break it to find true happiness defined on your own terms.

5. Maki v Naoya

I loved watching her whooping his disgusting ass. I have no grander explanation for this one. She's scarred up, her hair is burned short, she's fucking brutal and fights with this animalistic, uncontrolled, wild energy. The opposite of everything Jujutsu society wants from a woman and it is glorious.

Side Note: I love how Yuki. Nobara and Maki fight ugly. It's terrifying watching them. I love when women are portrayed as bloody, spitting out blood and tooth and snarling and smirking when they fight. Give me more of that. Gege fucked up so bad in killing most of his female characters in Culling Games.

Utahime, please, I need you to pull a Kali(hindu goddess) and dance and stomp on some curse's spine till they break.

#riki asks #jujutsu kaisen

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