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sor-di-dor-die · 2 months

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At this point in JJK I’m just waiting for this hoe to learn the Wuxi finger hold and get to work

#jjk #jjk geto #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen

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sor-di-dor-die · 2 months

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Tbh, thinking of continuing that ancient fic for my own amusement. Would satisfy my desperate need for creativity at the moment. I think I might just.

#fic writing #fanfic

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sor-di-dor-die · 3 months

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Imma post that fic I teased about a year ago I honestly forgot I posted that. This is about to be embarrassing..

My first fic ;-;… wtf this is actually good I wrote this years ago

“Why!...”You exclaim weakly, clamping your eyes shut after groaning in frustration, while your hands unconsciously ball into fists under the desk.

You slump back into your scruffy, old office chair, trying to think up one more word to add to this long chapter in your up and coming novel.

“No, no, no..” You mutter in anticipation of the person imminent to appear, then turning your chair to face where he was to arrive, he did.

A red shade in the darkness of the darkest corner of your room comes to light.

“Having trouble again?~”

The, not yet clear entity, smooths with a sneer graced upon his blurred face , his voice, silken, though still increasingly intimidating. Your brows furrows depicting an amalgamation of anger and fear, as the entity clears into a solid seemingly four dimensional shape. The black, scarlet accented creature, let a deep groan escape his throat, shaking the very structure of the small room. What followed was the straightening of his speckled tie.

“What are you doing here Dark.. “ Enough courage stirred in your soul to let you become slightly hostile with the antagonistic being.

“Would it be to much to ask for a few months alone!?”

You raise your already cracking voice at him. His very presence made you weak. Half trembling, you spin your chair back around towards the dim computer hoping to block him out, but to no avail, he phases closer.

An almost undetectable whisp of sweet, cool air slides across the sensitive, blood flushed skin of your cheeks. Goosebumps appear over your arms as he whispers in a deep velvety voice, very closely into your ears.

“Yes, a bit too much to ask I’m afraid. Though, if I let you writhe in your..’ he sighs disparagingly “gruelingly depressing solitude, how I would long to lay my eyes upon you once again~”

You could hear the smirk laden upon his lips when he drew out his words, almost as if he were speaking calligraphy.

“I-I don’t think I’d be the thing you’d miss.”

You manage to stutter a few words out before your vocal chords simply wouldn’t obey. Just then, you were rendered helpless, as a new born faun, in the presence of a much greater being.

“Hmm~ I think you’d be just the thing I’d miss.” The tone of his immaculate voice changes from intimating, to seductive in an instant. He is, somehow, closer than before. His cold lips just barely hovering above your ear. Your whole body is quivering, seemingly fazing in and out of reality.

The chair, without warning, abruptly turns one eighty, then you are pulled from your seat to a standing position, you are now facing Him. Your vision tunnels, it is only you and He in a void as black as pitch. You are entranced by his indescribable eyes and paralyzed by his presence. You both stand Utterly and completely alone.

The sound of your pounding heart is alike a herd of a thousand horses, deafening in your ears, you are sure anyone within a ten foot radius could hear it. But that’s just that, it is only you, and Dark in a seeming endless void. His face so extremely close to yours.

His light, chilling breath against your warm skin sends you deeper into the trance like state, presenting you so very infatuated with him. Every inch of your mind buzzed with his intoxicating scent. The only thing you want is this moment.

“The only one I’d miss, my dear, the only one I would desire is you~.. - But of course,” He breaks off, ending the trance, and leaving you hanging in need. His aura dropping the alluring colors, of which you had hardly noticed on account of the seductively, manipulative hypnosis.

“-if you do not reciprocate, then I will leave you to your depressing hovel.” Seeing the need in your eyes he decides to tempt you. Every thing about him is perfect. Not a cell out of place. Not a blemish on his skin. The man, or devil, leers at you expecting the answer he predicted.

“N-no..” You cave, shoulders drooping, submitting to him.

He chuckles smoothly, it slowly vibrates through the dark void. Sounding like the low growl of a tiger. The body in front of you vanishes, then re-appears behind. Chills run up you spine as the man places his chilling hands atop your shoulders.

“I thought so~ now whatever am I to do with you?” He whispers, as the cold muscular hands steadily slither upwards towards your neck, your breathing becomes shaky. You know that he’s smiling, and finding pleasure in your state. As the finite hands pull back, they take hold your hair very gently, then sweep it to the side.

You can hear him breathe a deep, low breath taking in your scent, and then exhale it back out again against your neck. The tingling in your body intensifies then stops all together, you stagger on the verge of falling. Then you topple over the precipice and fall. Your breathing heavy and your muscles weak you ask yourself “how is this man able to do this to me?”

Perhaps he isn’t a man at all, but rather a demon.. a perfect demon.

The cold marble arms catch you immediately before you hit the ground. Their grip astoundingly tender and gentle, lift your debilitated body with smooth ease, your breathing deepens.

“My darling, you cannot control yourself in my presence can you?”

He teases, purposely drawing his face close to yours then pulling away before they could touch. The thought makes your lips feel like they were betrayed by pins and needles, before you pitifully pass completely out in his chiseled arms.

C.2

You wake in a ebony room with a red sheen all around, could this get worse? Its Dark’s bedroom..

The beast practically drugged you and brought you here, though it is rather hard to complain about. This is Dark’s bedroom.. the thought swirls inside your head endlessly, until he appears-

Just outside your peripheral still very close. You hesitate to even turn your head, knowing that if you do, the trance will never stop, but it’s so difficult. So tempting.

Like always you succumb to yourself. Turning your head locking eyes with the beast of charm and seduction. His eyes bore into your soul like nothing else in this realm could try to.

#fanfic #darkiplier

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sor-di-dor-die · 8 months

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I found a old fic I wrote when I was 16 on my phone notes…. I wanna post it so bad, but I don’t know if I have the strength to do it

#shitpost #oc fic #darkiplier #fic writing

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sor-di-dor-die · 8 months

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Sometimes I come back on tumblr and am deeply saddened by how many inactive blogs there are but then I realize… I am one of them

#shitpost

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sor-di-dor-die · 2 years

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HEY

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sor-di-dor-die · 2 years

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It’s his cum

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sor-di-dor-die · 2 years

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sor-di-dor-die · 2 years

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It always surprises me how many deactivated users there are here. And maybe most of them are the natural consequence of URL-hopping, but beyond those, the ones that intentionally deactivated--just the idea of actively deciding to terminate an account is so foreign to me.

I'm in the business of atrophy.

My Neopets exist, and persist, and are dying and continue to die for the last ten years my account has been dark. My penguin lived until the day Club Penguin died, immobile in its igloo, decoration among the puffles. My Webkinz stand in rooms which time refuses to allow even the dignity of gathering dust. My footprint stuffs the digital shelves of datacenters for sites and accounts I do not remember making.

I've made a horde of scattered exoskeletons, shells which I cannot even call ghosts because that implies a presence. They are husks. They are archives. They are records. I do not ever consider the mercy of allowing them to die.

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sor-di-dor-die · 2 years

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