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incorrect-web-novels · 11 months

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No one asked, but here's my totally normal, not at all mentally ill-induced thoughts about tagging:

"incorrect [fandom] quotes" - good. The Right Way. This is the tag you bring home to your mother

"[Fandom] incorrect quotes" - you are letting their tits hang out, bro. Clunky. Weird. But also one of the most popular variations

"incorrect [fandom]" - this is only good for searching, not for posting. Incomplete

"incorrect quotes [fandom]" - what the actual fuck

Capital letters in tags - only for DIRE situations or yelling/emphasis

"fanart" - a classic. Fantastic. The only problem is when you wanna reblog official art but don't have an art tag. Tumblr should catch it under "art" as well tho, so you could have an "official art" and "fanart" tag but idk

Capitalizing the first letter of a tag - it can be an honest mistake

"queue" - kinda useless tbh. It's a nice tidbit, but no one searches up queued posts specifically. Plus, it doesn't really fit anywhere except as the last tag, which a lot of ppl don't read

"reblog" - also a bit useless but less so than "queue." Can be good if you wanna find more blogs

"Source: [XYZ]" - HAS to go 1st to look right, and so ppl will read it, which is annoying bc it takes up one of the 1st five tags that are actually picked up by Tumblr dashboard searches

Content/Trigger Warnings - important but confusing (for me specifically), especially with less common triggers. Is it "death," "death mention," "death tw," "death cw," "death ment," or "death ment tw?" (In art/images) is that blood or just a visual choice? Does "animal mention" accurately prevent ppl triggered or bothered by snakes, bugs, or other specific animals? If the word is in the post itself, will most people have it blocked in their settings?

"long post" - is this actually a long post that can be difficult to scroll by, or was there just a lot of words? Do both count?

"[fandom]" / "[shipname]" - sexy. Great for when the brainrot kicks in (and for finding posts via dashboard)

"not [blog's theme] - really funny but rare; I wish I saw it more

"my posts" - good to find original posts, but I don’t use it correctly. It feels wrong to use for "incorrect quotes" even though it makes sense

"incorrect quotes" - one of my fav tags bc I can just. Find incorrect quotes I want to use. Is it ethical? Idk, but thank you for your service (I do usually link back tho)

Tags where someone was just referencing smth that got caught by the Tumblr search - this is agony. This happened to me once with Liu Qingge when I wrote smth thinking about his character but not actually about him (and mentioned him in the tags), and that's the reason I use 10 billion slashes Just in Case. It's also kinda annoying when you're searching for smth and get random shit; I understand the OP's pain. We're all unwilling victims to this site sometimes

#not a quote #sorry this is smth I can’t explain without sounding absolutely insane but the lid has been opened #there's also a system behind the specific tagging structure of things bw #for inco///rrect qu//o/tes -- [characters]. [fandom]. in//correc/t qu//o/tes. incorrect [fandom] quotes. [my posts or reblog]. queue #(sometimes there's a shipname which also has a specific place)#'not a q//uo/te' also has to be the first tag unless I've already started talking / am on mobile and can't change the order #when I changed it from 'not in//co/rrect quo///tes' it put the tag at the end and it drives me nuts tbh #animal mention #bug mention #long post #I should stop talking now lol #my posts #not a web novel

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cosmic-kaden · 4 months

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A gentle reminder to please remember to practice rb karma!

This means if I rb an ask game that you want to rb from me send me something from the game you're reblogging, if you don't want to do that then please don't rb from me and rb it from the source.

It's never fun rbing an ask game only to be "forgotten" and have the person who rbed the game from you get a bunch of asks.

It's not a very nice feeling, hence why I always ask that people practice rb karma in tags of games I rb.

Thanks for reading 💜

#had a couple people rb from me without rb karma and it don't feel too nice so a gentle reminder was in order.#I don't mean to sound harsh but it really does not feel too good. :c #🎶 i've got queue under my skin🎶

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thevalicemultiverse · 5 months

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I know saying "an unicorn" is proper grammar but "a unicorn" just sounds more natural. Try saying either and see which sounds better.

Alice: "A unicorn" does sound better -- and actually, I think this is one of those cases where you can put an "a" in front of a word beginning with "u" and still have it be proper grammar. Because English is strange and bizarre.

#~M: I want some questions! now! (ask)#~M: grin without a cat (anon)#~V: Inevitable High School #an unicorn #~C: Alice Liddell #((yeah I do think 'a unicorn' both sounds better and is the proper grammar in this instance #I believe there's a rule that covers this sort of instance #don't know it off the top of my head but #I believe it exists!))#~M: with this hand I will lift your queue

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vanbredevoort · 9 months

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for @viilgefortz ha ha HAsuffer.

"All of this area"

"All of it? You mean all of it?"

"Yes", the woman did not like repeating herself, "It's been going on for years and it's only getting stronger."

Lydia did the math quickly inside her mind. It was a perfect circle drawn in the map in front of her. They had to be wrong in their calculations. No curse was that big and expanding if not subjected to constant feeding-- wars, a graveyard, a tragedy (it had to be a HUGE tragedy). In fact, no curse expanded that much. Ever.

"Have you found out what is fueling it? Remains, crystals, jewerly...?", she asked.

"We have not been able to get that close to the center", the woman pointed at the middle of the circle, "Everything just... perishes inside."

"Everything?", Lydia asked, incredulous again, "And no one has any theories?"

"Not like the ones you sent on your letter. Look, few people understood curses like Lady van Bredevoort did. But your analysis--- it reminded us of her unique approach to curses. In her last book--"

"The Natural Obscurity of Curses. Yes, I've read it"

I wrote it.

"She speaks of preventing curses, how to act when they're there, but this one--- It's already beyond preventing and beyond acting. It's massive, it's expanding, and it's completely out of our hands. And you seem to understand them. Like Lydia did."

She had to muffle a giggle. After all, he was there, laying against a wall, and she could feel his smirk even without seeing it.

"I cannot promise anything, as I told you in my letter. But I can check it."

The woman smiled, and her brown eyes scanned Vilgefortz in a way that had Lydia raising an eyebrow.

"Is he coming with us?"

She did not like her tone. She did not like her smirk.

"Yes, my HUSBAND is coming with me."

Without another word, still carrying a stern look, Lydia guided the woman outside. The manor was protected against magic, so a portal would be unstable and dangerous unless placed outside. Once they were at a safe distance, the woman concentrated and created a portal. Vilgefortz stepped in first and when the woman tried to follow, Lydia placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't even---"

"I understood that the first time. Husband. I get it", she said. She did not like repeating herself.

"Oh, he's more than that. And he's mine"

"I already told you I get it, no ne---"

"You actually don't."

With a fake smile, Lydia stepped into the portal.

She did not recognize the place, but it was an abandoned tavern somewhere in Redania, if she trusted the woman’s map. Lydia waltzed up to Vilgefortz and entwined their fingers. Immediately she felt shivers and bolts of static running down her spine. The lady had clearly followed them but Lydia did not notice. Ten years of a new life, eight years of a life of happiness where his touch always reduced the world to HIM. Just him. His touch. His essence.

"As I told you before, it's expanding, so this is as far as I'm willing to take you with a portal", she said, and Lydia - begrudgingly - had to take her eyes off Vilgefortz. It made her shiver in disgust. "It's an hour walk away from here. Good luck, I guess— and thank you.”

Yet it took them more than an hour to walk there. After all, Lydia had a fit of jealousy to get out of her system. The rain that constantly fell on top of them did not stop her, or her promises of not being exactly done with the fit, with the cries of him being hers that at some point, became screams of her being his'.

They found shelter under a tree as they reached the limits of the expanding curse, her back pressed to Vilgefortz's front, an arm laced around his neck. His embrace was a double edged sword, for it brought clarity to her thoughts and fogginess depending on his actions. After recieving various threats to stop her squirming, she allowed her mind to focus entirely on the academics. Her whole posture changed when she entered that state of concentration.

"Air seems clear. The temperature feels colder", Lydia whispered, following the standard procedure, "The ground seems cracked and lacks nutrients. Dead animals, bones already, even when we're just at the curse's edge... It either affects the passage of time or kills too quickly. Wraiths?"

"None that I can sense"

"Then none", she said, without questioning or second thoughts, "Necrofages?"

"None as well. You knew that already."

"I figured as much but I needed the confirmation", she smiled. Lydia liked it when he read her flawlessly, and when he trusted her knowledge, and he had done both in one sentence, "I also like hearing your voice. What do you sense?"

"... Something I don't like."

That was worrying. No explanation, no arguments. And he was always right.

"... Do you think---?"

He nodded.

"It's...? It is! It's a first degree curse! I've read about them, of course, but I've never seen one! This is--- you're frowining, Vilgefortz"

"I don't like it."

"Vil, I will not put myself in harm's way. I promised that eight years ago and I am a woman of my word. But this could be a second or most likely a first degree curse--- and I have you"

Tugging at his clothes she pulled him closer, locking him into a kiss that tasted of pure devotion, one that surpasses the limits of what she can do with her body but has no other manner to convey. Soon her arms were around his neck, her hands pulled at his hair and if not for his own hands pushing her away softly, she would have spiralled deeper into the fire that did not diminish with the years but only grew. So, so much.

"Expanding curse, Lydia. Expanding."

She was tempted to pout, to somehow trick him into a kiss again, but something pulled her out of her fantasies.

"... I can hear something"

"I've been hearing it since we got there"

"... Screaming?"

He frowned again. He had not been able to pinpoint the nature of the sound, that just rang inside his ears painfully. But it was, as she said, a scream. A piercing scream that spoke of a pain no living creature could mimic, yet somehow familiar. The fact that Lydia, human Lydia, deprived from magic and means to analyze, had so easily named it—- it only added to his uneasiness.

"I don't like this, Lydia. I don't like this near you"

"Please?"

"You don't touch it. The moment I see it's getting closer---"

"We leave", she said, turning around again. "Will you hold me, Sir?"

He wrapped his arms around her again, from behind. His muscles were tense. She had no time to revell on his overprotectiveness, because something called-- over and over... her hands stretched and, against everything, touched the edge.

There was a spiral. There was darkness. There was cold.

She was suddenly alone in a throne room. There was a seat in the middle of it, empty, and a shadow laying just under it, and it seemed broken. Something like tendrils extended from the shadow, wrapping around the pilars and broken stones. She hated it, for some reason. Lydia’s eyes scanned the room diligently. The place had remarkable detail and only a powerful curse could summon her mind into an entire different reality.

It was beyond the first degree. It was something that books haven’t spoke about yet. It was fascinating--- And she had to get out. Quickly. She had to go back to Vilgefortz, focus on his warmth, on his arms wrapped around her, on his beating heart, but surrounding her there was only cold.

‘He's dead, darling’

The shadow spoke, but she wasn’t in the throne room anymore. A city. A study. A castle. And the voice, the cold voice of Philippa Eilhart. Then a laboratory, then elven ruins. Finally, a hallway. Thanedd.

“No…”

A pool of blood lay at her feet.

‘Yes. You.’ someone replied, a familiar voice, 'You. You looked at him while you STABBED your heart. You. You wanted him to be the last thing you saw. You. You died with his name stuck in your throat. You, you, you.'

With another pull she was standing in a place she immediately, far too quickly recognized as Strygga.

She was suddenly kneeling on the floor. Her eyes were open with inhuman strength, held by powerful forces, forcing her to look at a fight without the benefit of blinking. She did not want to, but she couldn't stop it. A sihil shined, reflecting the light from the moon. The metal slashed Vilgefortz's abdomen.

There was a ringing sound, so piercing she wanted to pass out only to stop hearing it. She wanted to gouge her own eyes off their sockets. She wanted to rip off her own skin. She wanted the sound to stop.

She knew what was next. The blade made a diagonigal cut, from his torso to his collarbone. He looked up. At her. The floor was painted red with his blood.

Why wouldn’t the ringing sound stop? She was dizzy and she was praying for death.

Lydia thought she would feel it too. That when the sihil slashed, she would feel the pain as if it was her own. It took her a few heartbeats to realise that would have been an escape. A way to suffer with him, and not just bearing witness to his demise, forced to drink it all in without the comfort of sharing the agony. In terms of torture, it was perfection. Meticulous. Measured to preciseness.

Suddenly, between her bent knees lay a head. His head. Trembling hands held it. Lifeless. White mismatched eyes, rolled to the back. Bloodied. Painful. Disfigured. Dead. Dead. Dead.

The sound did not stop. It took her an hour like that to realise that it was screaming— and that it was her own. An hour spent cradling a decapitated head against her own chest, back arched as if protecting it, or scared it would be taken away. An hour screaming. Uninterrupted, unparalleled screaming.

She did not move. She did not squirm away from the agony. She drank it all. She screamed.

An hour to hold what was once beautiful— her love for him. An hour to stain her white dress with blood, to look at his lifeless expression, allowing the stench of death to sink into her skin, her bones, her will to live.

Her love. Her master. Her patron. Her sun. Her king.

HE'S DEAD. HE'S DEAD. I LOVE HIM, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND HE'S DEAD. THEY TOOK HIM FROM ME. THEY KILLED HIM.

Dead, dead, dead in her arms. A head. An hour.

DEAD. HE IS DEAD. MY LOVE IS DEAD.

Suddenly she was back in the throne room. There was no blood of his own, no head on her lap. Yet red still stained the floor— because her arms bled, and she wondered why. Looking down, she saw she had been digging her own nails into her skin. She could see the muscle. The tendons. If the sight scared her, she did not show it.

Because she wasn't screaming anymore. Because there was nothing inside of her anymore.

‘You killed him. You were his undoing. It is your fault. You orchestated his demise. You.’

She materialized in front of her.

It was herself. The shadow sitting under the throne, whatever it was, looked like her. While she wore white, the shadow wore black. While her hair was braided, her shadow wore it lose, and it extended over the whole throne room, wrapped around the pillars, escaped through the windows. The hair dragged itself across the stairs as she walked. She was pale, she was beautiful, she was the night. An eternal night. She was the moon, like ancient legends, looking for the bits and pieces of her love. She was gorgeous. And she was nothing.

She thought she replied that she didn't. She was sure the words she said were about her love, her sacrifice, her need to be useful. That she didn’t mean for it to end that way.

But "Yes. Yes. I killed him. I did kill him” were the words that she actually muttered.

'Does not knowing serve as justification?'

She thought she said it did. She had no way of knowing-- Everyone thought her a person of no importance. Her death had to be nothing of true meaning. She had a job to do, and she was to do it to perfection. He deserved nothing less than absolute perfection.

"It doesn't, no. I should have known I was important to him. Not knowing does not justify my actions."

'You killed him'

"Yes. I killed him"

'You killed him.'

"I killed him."

'Say it again.' his voice!

"I killed you."

'Again, DOLL. Again.'

"I killed you."

She did not realise when the throne room became a laboratory. Her body lay on a stone slab, naked, unblemished until a dagger pierced it.

"He's dead, my darling. Dead. You threw away your life for nothing", Philippa said.

How could a human cry like that? How could a body as small and fragile as hers scream like that? How could a heart so wounded, stabbed TWICE, condemned to what she thought unrequited feelings love that much?

"Yes. I killed him."

A baby cries. Birds fly out of their nests, terrified. An elf squints at the moon, restless. A old woman slicing an apple sheds a tear. A scholar drops an antique book as a spasm of agony took over him. A blacksmith in Skellige screams to the top of her lungs. They all wonder why.

Silence. Darkness.

‘You should be dead.’

“I should be dead.”

'You do not deserve anything'

"I don't deserve anything"

'He's the sun'

"I'm just the moon"

'The moon shines,'

"Because it reflects the sun"

'Without the sun...'

"Nothing can live. Nothing should live."

Her hands were stained with his blood again. She knew it was his’, she didn’t need the confirmation. She stared at them for a while. Her eyes were usually expressive--- weren't they? Then why, why did they show nothing?

'If he's gone...'

"... Then everything should perish"

Vilgefortz felt the curse like tendrils extending towards Lydia, calling for her. His mind worked like clockwork, step by step. This was Redania. This was where Philippa's laboratory was. This is where Lydia had been brought back from the dead. This was the place she was told he died.

It took him less than a second to understand this was Lydia's curse.

This was her affection turned into agony. This was her devotion, turned into despair. Her love for him turned into hatred for herself. And he knew-- there was so much love.

He pulled her back immediately, at inhuman speed. He held her with one arm around her waist, while the other touched her face-- the face of a woman who looked lifeless. Who shed tears of blood that stained the pale skin, paler than usual. Eyes open but vacant. Lips parted but silent. Mind open, but empty. The rain did not stop. The feeling of life being drained didn’t either.

A pain so big. A curse so powerful. A hatred so hungry. A love so strong.

And he just fucking handed her to it.

"Lydia"

Not again.

The curse had merely grazed her. Not even a full second had passed.

"LYDIA!"

he should have known. he should have known, he should have known! he had heard that same scream, after all, a decade before!

#viilgefortz #·· behind the curtain / DRABBLE #( “this is war then” )#( yes sure. nbd. here. 2500+ drabble. )#( S U F F E R )#( u don't know who you're messing with ü )#( absurdly long post )#( tw: death )#·· without a sound / QUEUE

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theshadowrealmitself · 1 year

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A: So anyways with the captain and backup captains out of commission, we all took a vote and voted for B to be our next captain

B: I begged them not to! :)

B: But they didn’t listen to me

C: The only order we didn’t follow, but for any after that, we’re your loyal crew

#yes still thinking about a human crew going through a wormhole and ending up in the future and being found by a ship #full of human and alien crew #also thinking about the ways past humans would differ to future humans #specifically in Star Trek #because what would they think of Standard?#I know technically standard is just English #but I like to imagine it’s more of a hodgepodge of different Human languages #so to past Humans who may only speak English it may sound like ‘garbled English’ to them #not even taking into account all the future words for things that don’t exist yet #I also feel like future humans are more reserved #because I’m enjoying thinking about Vulcans meeting past humans and realizing that that’s actually what part Vulcans had to deal with #also I think without realizing it Humans who work with Vulcans don’t really use their hands a lot #but the past humans? fist bumping high five-ing secret handshakes the WORKS #anyways #Humans #made up dialogue by yours truly #also going into the No named queue #I know that they do have that every now and then Star Trek where for whatever reason someone from the past ends up in their time #but I like to think how I’d do it to make it the most self indulgent for MYSELF #me hours 💅

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ofgentleresolve-a · 2 years

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notable players ( 4/??? ): the king ( ft. lee hyuk )

THE KING. while it can move in any direction, the king may only move one square at a time and may not move into a space where another piece is being attacked. during the endgame, it has the potential to become a powerful offense force, but one must be careful; should it be captured with no means of escape, the game will be lost. the most important piece on the board and therefore, the most vulnerable.

( black knight. pawn. rook. king. )

photos do not belong to me, i only edited them; credit for the interpretation of lee hyuk goes to alex @jeoseungsaja!

#notable players ( black knight bonds. )#know what you want ( edits. )#without any reason i'm going to you ( ft. lee hyuk || black knight verse )#jeoseungsaja #jeoseungsaja ( ft. lee hyuk )#ALEX I HOPE?? IT'S OKAY IF I INCLUDED HYUK IN THIS??#but also i saw that edit you did studying hyuk's hair in arc two and ( yes we'll be noting the moles on his ear- jskldfjskl )#AND LIKE?? well if you're gonna post pics from that photoshoot you gotta include THESE TOO #listen faceclaims are secondary to the writing for me always #HOWEVER. THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD PHOTOSHOOT IT WASN'T FAIR. AT ALL 😭#anyways again if you listen closely enough there's the sound of a rubik cube being turned over and over again #before a smoke bomb gets thrown #bc patrick doesn’t deal with emotional discomfort well….even if it is the good kind 🥲#FJSLKDFJL #but also not patrick realizing 'oh no he's handsome' later down the line and that's gonna be a whole other trial by fire to deal with :'D #ironically hyuk is wearing a watch both of these photos....#but if patrick doesn't look at his hand it's all good 🙃#ANYWAYS if you want me to take this down i'm more than happy too #but also please have wonderful day alex!! 😊#under the same sky ( queue. )

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iceicewifey · 1 year

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(Heyhey if we’re sending in asks to Vanilla as our f/o’s then I hope you don’t mind disgusting rat man Dan for half a sec)

Vanilla! Salaaaam ~♪

How’s that son of yours? He’s been.. at my place… constantly. But no worries! … probably. As long as the missus doesn’t mind,, and keeps giving him MY basbousa,, but tell me: what’s one thing that you really bond over with your,, rather large,, ankle biter :1 ?

please excuse Dan having something against Noel because he’s taller than him & makes him feel small

the way i wheezed at “rather large ankle biter” i stg JXKSKXLXLX

Wa-Alaikum-Salaam, Dan. My son is fine, however I can’t tell you why he’d be at your place so often… Maybe he’s befriended one of your kids. I hope so, I don’t see any other reason he’d want to be at your place… Are you the reason he’s been talking about pigeons lately? Hm. I’ll ask him about it later… One thing I bo— Ya Allah can you quit calling my wife an ‘ankle biter’?! She’s not that short… Ahem… It’s hard to pick one thing since I feel as though I’ve known her for my entire life, but we initially bonded over similar experiences in our pasts, specifically when it comes to our parents, as morbid as that sounds… We both quite like pool too, but I won’t ‘talk your ear off’ as Shay says. Salam, send Rezan my regards.

#mail 💌#soll-amca #f/ovember responses #the iceman cometh #the girls are fightingggg HDJSKKS #vanilla doesn’t know about the pigeon smuggling #this is gonna sound insane to people without context JXKXKXK #he means pool as in billiards not swimming btw #they are literally both great at pool but also competitive 😔 hxksk #in love with queue

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malkaviian · 1 year

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me: i am cringe, but i am FREE.

also me: IM SO CRINGE EVERYTHING I DO IS CRINGE I WILL DIE FROM EMBARRASSMENT HOW I DARE TO POST ANYTHING

#currently feeling the second one over my ocs #i think all the posts i have queued on my art blog is oc art so ig i will let them be posted anyway lol #i also think its extremely cringe i have 4 posts in the queue like. dude. why are you drawing so much. youre average. (talking to myself)#my therapist told me i should draw when i was that horrible depressive (?) episode and i guess i took that to heart huh.#and now im having a case of severely overthinking everything like 👍 i cant catch a fucking breath ig #luckily i will have therapy tomorrow<333 (its technically wednesday now)#but im not sure how to bring what exactly is upsetting me without sounding extremely stupid. well i will find a way #negative #kinda

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vanilleneo · 1 year

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general tag drops

#( about ) / ☂ i still can't decide if she's really cute or really creepy .#( aesthetic ) / ☂ you live in illusion and the appearance of things .#( anonymous ) / ☂ just another mark .#( answered ) / ☂ getting the silent treatment .#( crack ) / ☂ allow me to explain through interpretive dance .#( dash commentary ) / ☂ blink and you'll miss it .#( edits ) / ☂ missa's back on her shit .#( games ) / ☂ did you play games without me ?#( headcanon ) / ☂ lost without a voice and on my own .#( music ) / ☂ and no one dared disturb the sound of silence .#( ooc ) / ☂ mint chocolate chip missa .#( open ) / ☂ guess who ?#( promo ) / ☂ gee it's swell to finally meet her other friends .#( queue ) / ☂ queue'll never take us alive !#( starter call ) / ☂ silence has so much to say .#( wishlist ) / ☂ just wait and see and the fortune falls to you .

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hichai · 1 year

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been a few blogs since i had real tags

♬ ─── i know the sound of your heart : music player!

♬ ─── i jump from every rooftop; so high‚ so far to fall : chai! chai! chai!

♬ ─── but my heart's no good & you're the only one that's understood : peppermint!

♬ ─── i believe the love you talk about with me : macaron!

♬ ─── i can see you staying here : korsica!

♬ ─── the arrow goes straight through my heart : CNMN!

♬ ─── without you everything just falls apart : 808!

♬ ─── 'cause there's no place that i could be without you : the best team EVER!

♬ ─── invaders must die : bad guys!

♬ ─── turn the dial on my words; i can feel that they fall short : vibes!

♬ ─── i see the truth when i'm all stupid eyed : musings!

♬ ─── i can't see this being a problem ever again : improv!

♬ ─── do we have to get all meta? : dash comm!

♬ ─── all this time & i still haven't found my place : before verse!

♬ ─── colours run prime‚ paint a picture so bright : main verse!

♬ ─── we are building a religion; we are making a brand : vandelay verse!

♬ ─── honestly‚ you can try; your heart is just as strong as mine : queue!

♬ ─── it's the only life you got : prompts!

♬ ─── so you gotta live it big time : answered!

#♬ ─── i jump from every rooftop; so high‚ so far to fall : chai! chai! chai!#♬ ─── i know the sound of your heart : music player!#♬ ─── but my heart's no good & you're the only one that's understood : peppermint!#♬ ─── i believe the love you talk about with me : macaron!#♬ ─── i can see you staying here : korsica!#♬ ─── the arrow goes straight through my heart : CNMN!#♬ ─── without you everything just falls apart : 808!#♬ ─── 'cause there's no place that i could be without you : the best team EVER!#♬ ─── invaders must die : bad guys!#♬ ─── turn the dial on my words; i can feel that they fall short : vibes!#♬ ─── i see the truth when i'm all stupid eyed : musings!#♬ ─── i can't see this being a problem ever again : improv!#♬ ─── do we have to get all meta? : dash comm!#♬ ─── all this time & i still haven't found my place : before verse!#♬ ─── we are building a religion; we are making a brand : vandelay verse!#♬ ─── colours run prime‚ paint a picture so bright : main verse!#♬ ─── honestly‚ you can try; your heart is just as strong as mine : queue!#♬ ─── it's the only life you got : prompts!#♬ ─── so you gotta live it big time : answered!

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yandere-daydreams · 7 months

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Title: Coveted.

Pairing: Yandere!Geto x Reader (+Yandere!Gojo) [JJK].

Word Count: 1.1k.

TW: Set Two or Three Years Post KFC Break-Up, Intimidation, Prolonged Stalking, Future Dub/Con, Mentions of Non/Con, and Unbalanced Power Dynamics.

[Part Two]

“You’re Satoru’s date, right?”

The voice was masculine, deep and as rough as it could be without crossing the line into gravelly. You stiffened, squaring your shoulders and burrowing your nails into your palm as your eyes darted across the table – where a man with dark hair and an off-putting smile was currently sliding into the unoccupied side of your booth. He reached out, clearly planning to shake your hand, but when you failed to move, he only let out an airy chuckle, propping his chin on his fist as he went on. “I’m a friend of his – Geto Suguru. You can call me Suguru-chan, though. Has he already told you about me?”

He was dressed like he’d just rolled out of bed – his attire limited to a form-fitting black shirt and a pair of loose sweatpants in the same color, his hair pulled into a loose bun. His tone was friendly, light. You returned it with a dead-pan stare, hoping it conveyed the weight of your exhaustion. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Is that what he told you to say?” Another laugh, somehow more blood-chilling than the first. Your attention shifted outward, to the late-night diner where Gojo had asked you to meet him. There were only a few other customers, the skeleton of a proper staff, but single other person would’ve been one too many. You didn’t need to make a scene, not again, not after last time. “That sounds like him. He’s always been a stingy bastard.”

With a pressed frown, you pushed yourself to your feet, but Geto’s grin only broadened. He snapped his fingers and as if it’d only been waiting for a queue, a shape manifested at the end of your bench. You couldn’t bring yourself to look directly at it, but you saw enough out of the corner of your eye; a bulbous torso, shrunken arms, too many eyes to resemble any living thing. Instantly, what little courage you still had was replaced with a knot of dread, a bolt of pure anxiety. You half-expected it to lunge, to bite, to attack, but it didn’t move, only standing guard at the foot of your table.

It didn’t move, but it didn’t have to. In a moment, you’d fallen back into your seat and shoved yourself against the wall, fighting not to shake. It was a sight Geto seemed to take a particular joy in, letting his head lull to the side as he watched you curl into yourself. “You can see them. I was starting to think I had the wrong person.” A pause, a glance towards his summoned monster before his narrowed gaze skirted back to you. “Don’t be shy, now. How much did he tell you?”

It took you a moment to find your tongue, another to swallow back the tremor in your voice. "He said he could protect me.” It was harder to admit than you’d expected – not so much that you needed protection, but that there was something you needed protection from. You’d spent so long writing off your monsters as hallucinations that it was still a struggle to act like they were anything more. But, for as unwilling as you were to confront your little monsters, the resounding ache in your right leg where that thing had dug its claws into you was impossible to ignore. “He… he didn’t mention anyone else, but we’ve only spoken once. He was supposed to explain—” You gestured to the monster. “—all of this today.”

A slight hum, a look of genuine surprise. “So, he’s got some self-restraint after all! I thought he would’ve cracked months ago, considering how long he’s been following you around like a lost puppy.” He must’ve seen your expression fall, your posture slacken, because he didn’t wait for a response before going on. “I mean, you must’ve known that, at least. Did you think he’d play knight-in-shining-armor for just anyone?”

“I…” You trailed off quickly, shaking your head. “I don’t care. As long as he can protect me, I don’t care why he’s doing it.”

“That’s a dangerous thing to say. You wouldn’t want to make Satoru feel so replaceable, now, would you?”

At that, you met his stare. “What do you want?”

His eyes skirted towards the monster, who took an obedient step back. For a second, you considered running, trying to slip away before the man in front of you or your newly-realized stalker could make you regret ever showing up at all, but Geto was quick to cut off your escape route, filling the empty space beside you before you could so much as pick which door you would barrel through on the way out. “Well, now that we’re on the same page,” Unlike his monster, he didn’t give you the option of leaving him in your peripheral; settling close enough for his leg to press into yours. At this proximity, you could pick up the smoke on his breath, the scent of stale gore clinging to him like a second skin. As if he’d just stepped out of a blood bath. “I’d like to make you an alternative offer.”

“You’d protect me?”

“Oh, I’d do more than just that.” His hand fell to your thigh. “I’d have everything you’ve ever been afraid of bowing to you by the end of the night.”

You swallowed dryly. “You didn’t answer my first question. What do you get out of helping me?”

His answer was nonverbal, but clear enough. With that same idle grin, he nodded toward the streaked window, to the building across the street. Your heart fell into your stomach. It was one of those sleazy, by-the-hour hotels – the sign missing more than a few letters and the parking lot as empty as the diner. It was the kind of place that you only went to for one thing, and you had a feeling Geto hadn’t found some miraculous second reason to want to be alone with you in one of those bug-infested rooms.

You weren’t sure why you said it. Maybe to buy yourself time. Maybe because you couldn’t stand the idea of being left in silence as what was left of your rational mind screamed at you to get out of there. “I don’t have any money.”

“It’ll be my treat.”

“What happens I refuse?”

“I kill everyone here,” His nails bit into exposed skin. “And then fuck you on this table while their bodies attract flies.”

You might’ve cried, if you hadn’t been so tired.

You might’ve done anything, if you could bring yourself to care about anything but keeping those awful creatures at a distance.

Stiffly, with your eyes shut and your teeth grit, you forced yourself to nod. Geto rewarded you with an impossibly wide grin, a breath of a laugh. “Smart little thing.”

This time, he didn’t pretend it was an option; reaching out, taking your trembling hand in his own, and squeezing so softly, you could almost convince yourself he was being gentle.

“It’s only a shame Satoru isn’t here to join us.”

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