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soulrph · 10 months

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chaotic unhinged lines from 2022-2023 (prompt edition).

basically in 2021 i made a list of prompts inspired by lines in tiktok videos and instagram reels that made me laugh so hard i cried! and now i have returned with another list! these may provide an alarmingly clear image of what my sense of humor is (aka broken) but i figure a little levity is always a good thing! more prompts are forthcoming, but in the mean time: bon appetit!

knowledge has always chased you, but you've always been faster.

no... no, that was mango apathy juice. from the farmer's market.

of all these people, you are the one i understand the least. i want to get to know you better, but like, not that much better.

i-i will CHEW YOUR MEAT!! WHAT are you doing?!

ooooh god, no, you wouldn't be long getting frostbit!

you are evil. like a hobbit.

WHY MUST YOU FAIL ME SO OFTEN?!?!!?

i have had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it.

AHEM!! fill my cup.

may god ignore you like you ignored my greetings.

i will avenge you mister van gogh.

call off work bestie, we need you to solve a murder. here's fifteen dollars.

you're not in love. you may think you are, you dumb fuck, but you're not.

go ahead and put the ranch away.

sadly, "hopefully" doth butter no parsnips.

forget school, i want to be an italian sandwich.

you shouldn't skip work, you are a lawyer and he is a hamster.

you can stop roleplaying now. you're free.

her coupon game was so fucking raw.

i'm sorry guys... he's making a salad.

you could get a straight guy here if you learned to make a good pasta. i'll teach you how to make a risotto that'll get you married and out of my basement.

hey, do you want me to get together a plate of roast beef and hide it in our room so we can have night meats?

it's not the most ethical thing in the world, but in a pinch you can hand off a cursed object to basically any baby.

no, children, you're wrong. once upon a time, there was a piece of wood.

and i'm not saying she deserved it, but i am saying that god's timing is always riiiiight.

hydrate or die-drate, ya DICK!

why did the monkey fall out of the tree? because it was DEAD.

new york city is a fictional place written up by someone with a sinister mind and a knack for comedy.

this is grindr my guy.

wait, i didn't finish teaching you the difference between human and wolf anatomy.

it's time to tell your grandmother that she was wrong. do not be afraid.

vanilla vodka... you fucking child.

without ash to rise from, a phoenix would just be a bird getting up.

you are fucking alive. do what you want.

why are you cradling me like a baby, friend? this isn't how guys of my generation hang out.

i hope a hedgehog shits in your cereal, you difficult person.

you know, i am not as mean as i would like to be. and i think people should appreciate that more.

see, i am not a kangaroo.

well, i'd like to help, but... you see... not as much as i'd like not to.

rest in peace you fucking onion fairy.

when god sings with all his creations, will a turtle not be part of the choir?

i fight for a seat in heaven, every. single. day.

map maker? can you find me somewhere on the map where this big man thinks he's the king?

you bald-headed demon...

so... there are 24 million pigs in australia... and 24 million people... so if you ever feel lonely, there's like, a pig out there that's sort of your cosmic twin.

remember, alcohol is god's apology for making us self-aware.

i'm straight!! stop CONFUSING me!!!!!

you guys want something to eat? because... i know we'll die if we don't eat.

he is a BIBLICALLY gorgeous man. i wanna feed him grapes. i wanna fan him with the frond of a date palm from the forests of Lebanon. i wanna find the alabaster vial of perfume oil that one woman broke for jesus and comb it through his hair. like... he's stressing me OUT.

i'm not sad! i'm freaking HUNGRY!

maybe, if we wait a little bit longer, a fuck will fall into my hand, and i can give it to you.

it's not my fault you thought you lived in this IKEA.

let's leave my mother out of this.

jason may kill people but he's not bad enough to kick a dog.

i run for LUMP!

oh no, i'm all out of caring, baby!

you don't think it mcbe that way... but it mcdo.

what is this enticing bowl of white?

serious question, do his nipples sparkle?

what in the reese's peanut butter fuck is going on here?

if your parents don't buy it, stop loving them!

i just hope you know just how much you've decreased productivity today.

that was poetry at its FINEST.

and if you let that motherfucker shenan ONCE, you best believe they're gonna shenanIGAN!

may god bless the dinosaur that died to make the fossil fuel that was treated to become petrol in the car that took her mom to the hospital to give birth to her.

that's modern milk for ya. what a time to be alive.

you have attachment issues. please fix it.

remember when people had secrets? we should bring that back.

the moon landing was an elaborate marriage proposal.

i don't like the cobra chicken.

i didn't know eggs were this expensive? it's time to lay my own, i fear.

so you're saying the reason i don't have a girlfriend is because i'm not a big enough threat yet.

god gave him a top lip, that's why he's so powerful.

it's a common mistake, but frankenstein was actually the author.

i finally got a pocket-sized diary!!! also i don't get the concept of life.

if a beautiful woman disagrees with me, i will immediately change my view. i've no principles.

how did you all end up married to such boiled potatoes?

if so much as one tear drops from their eye... i will slap you back into your mum.

you are ringing a phone that does not like to be rung.

look how Dr. doofenschmirtz had a fucked up childhood but didn't project his trauma onto his teenage daughter. he projected it onto a platypus.

it is mathematically impossible for you to get a wedgie.

i'm breaking up with you. i love you, it's just... i don't think you could protect me from a mummy.

if you can't do fractions....... you will fucking die.

that's right; in the year 1791, all of our bottoms were killed in a Big Bottom Massacre.

people always assume i'm mean. like CAN you BELIEVE THAT CRAP?! like WHAT would make you think i'm MEAN?! I'M THE NICEST PERSON ON THE PLANET!

the chocolate milk is strikingly overpriced and at the same time very easy to steal; another of god's little tests.

someone's gotta tell the waiter that i ordered mashed 'taters and it sure as shit ain't gonna be me.

if i had a week i couldn't list all the reasons that wouldn't work.

#rp meme #roleplay meme #sentence starters #dialogue prompts #writing prompts

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bokutosmochi · 1 year

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THE RETURN OF THE KINGS ♡ GOJO SATORU featuring adoptive son!fushiguro megumi

gojo satoru x fem!reader

ingredients? after weeks upon weeks of worrying about your boyfriend and your adoptive son's whereabouts, they finally come home.

what’s it? fluff

allergen warning/s? n/a

sugar level? 1.2k

regulars? @tokyometronetwork

parlor’s note? sorry i'm more than a few days late. i was a little busy then felt sick.

anyways

DADDY'S HOMEEEEEEEE

bon appetit

"c'mon, gimme a hug megs." the white haired sorcerer grinned at his adoptive child of sorts, only for the young boy to grimace, clearly not fond of the idea. "why do i have to do that?"

"i'll teleport us inside the apartment." was gojo's reply. he flashed his son an innocent grin and bat of his eyelashes.

"why don't we just open the door?" he grumbled.

if he was being honest with himself, he'd know exactly why gojo wanted a hug. he was stuck in the prison realm - a place where time does not pass - for nineteen days; but nineteen days that felt like eternity.

gojo simply missed megumi.

of course he missed gojo too. underneath sukuna's influence, he was relieved to see that gojo was okay once he was unsealed.

but gojo didn't need to know that in such detail. he's sure that a teary eyed and wavering voiced "i'm glad you're back." would be louder than if he had a long winded speech on the subject. it'd also be louder than a hug on their apartment's doorstep.

"it's one in the morning. your mom's sleeping. we might wake her if we open the door." she needs some sleep. knowing her, she hasn't been able to get a lot of those since you and i stopped updating her and replying to her texts.

and he'd be correct. you weren't a jujutsu sorcerer. you didn't even know much about sorcery as per gojo. all you knew was that it was a dangerous job and there's a big chance of your boyfriend and your son not coming back to you. that's why you wanted them to update you whenever they could; just so you have that assurance that they're still alive, but it's been a long time since you had that. gojo hasn't been able to text you since he got sealed, and megumi when sukuna took over his body.

you've been worried sick. losing sleep wondering if you lost your two favorite boys in the world at the same time.

"fine." megumi sighed. when he put it that way, it was hard to turn him down.

he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around gojo's midsection and in a flash, the both of them were in the safety of the apartment's living room.

"go change, then get some sleep. you've been through a lot."

that was what gojo did as well, damn near tearing up when he saw your resting figure in front of his eyes. this time, he was not dreaming, he was not imagining better days with you; this time, you were actually there in the flesh.

he laid in bed with as minimal movement as possible as to not disturb you, hugged you close to his chest and drifted off to sleep after pressing a much needed kiss to your forehead and burying his face into your hair.

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you've had the best sleep of your life since satoru and megumi left for that mission in shibuya, though it may have something to do with your dream.

in this dream, it was like you had satoru in your arms, safe and sound. with how much you've been thinking about him and your son, you have had these dreams frequently, but there's something different about this one.

it's much more vivid. it was like you could smell him under your nose. the scent that's musky and sweet and clean; that scent that reminds you of home. you could feel him, the smoothness of his skin, the temperature of him, the feeling of his tight black shirt. you could hear his soft breathing, calm, deep, and utterly relaxed. and you could see him in crystal clear hd. every faint freckle and mole he had on his face, his exposed neck and collarbones. you remembered him like you've been staring at him unceasingly for the last year, like he never left, and you were to retain every single one of his features.

only he was there. your eyes widened when you realized that fact. it wasn't a dream.

"oh my god," you murmured, running a gentle hand through his messy, battle-tossee hair, making sure to not wake him, then his rosy cheeks, then his plump lips, as if you were making sure that he's actually there and you aren't hallucinating him.

and he is. my god, he is. you tenderly kissed his forehead before carefully slipping out of his arms. after all, you were missing two boys.

you opened the door, not bothering to close it since you'd be returning to the room in a few minutes. you just had to make sure than your two men were there.

you slowly turned the knob to megumi's room, your heart swelling in your chesy when you saw the black haired sorcerer laying on his bed, face without the tension that you've always been worried were glued to his features.

you padded over to him, doing the same thing as you did to satoru. brushing the hair from his face and kissing his forehead.

"get some sleep, megs."

when he recovers as best as he can from whatever horrors he has faced in the last month, you'll be sure to treat him and take him somewhere he wants to be -- like a museum or aquarium, if he wanted. and satoru too, of course.

satoru who had a pout on his lips right behind you.

you almost jumped a foot in the air in surprise, but you were able to recover quickly and throw yourself into his waiting arms.

his touch not leaving you, he dragged you out of your son's bedroom and into yours.

"why'd you leave me?" he crossed his arms on his chest and furrowed his eyebrows making you laugh.

you missed his clinginess, his shenanigans so much.

you cradled his face in your hands and pressed a kiss to his lips. when you pulled away, you didn't leave an inch of space between you. a mere centimeter would be more accurate. "i'm sorry. wanted to check in on megumi too."

despite satoru's unaccepting hmph! he still leaned in to kiss you, pulling away a microscopic amount. "you could've just checked in on him later."

you pecked his lips again, keeping the same amount of distance as you did earlier; not a lot. "i wanted to check on him while you were still sleeping."

following the pattern established, he kissed you fleetingly again before speaking. "do i look like i'm asleep to you?"

surrendering, you laughed. it was music to satoru's ears, especially now he's gone so long without hearing it. "i guess you're right, i'm sorry."

satoru pulled you in tight so you were chest to chest, not even the thinnest piece of paper could get in between the two of you, yet for some reason, you and your boyfriend thought it was not close enough.

"you should be. i'm expecting a million kisses to even begin to make it up to me."

you smiled into his chest.

"however many you want."

satoru sighed contentedly.

"i missed you."

"i missed you too."

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sqirtle · 1 month

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For the siblings AU, did Siffrin teach Bonnie any wishcraft? Or nille? It would be interesting if Mille managed to escape being frozen because of it. Or if Bonnie could also sort of read the books in the library.

HI SO !! i imagine sif would have taught bonnie and nille wishcraft after seeing either of them wish wrong to a favour tree..

as in, i imagine they would use wishcraft for daily things, just like in canon (on the image they're wishing for nille to get lots of costumers that day lol)

about the nille thing though,,, the freezing of bambouche happened too fast for sif to have wished the curse away from her, and since the king's powers also come from a wish, they would have clashed, anyway.

and finally !! bonnie cant read The Language, because theyre not from the country! just like sif before act 4. even after act 4, since bon is not looping, they still cant read the books in the au!

#isat act 3 spoilers #isat spoilers #isat act 4 spoilers #in stars and time #isat au #isat siblings au #isat fanart #ask #sqirtle.art

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lisa972kdlz · 3 months

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Re-desing personnel de Macabre, la version de Nightmare dans Vampireverse !

Personal re-desing of Macabre, the Vampireverse version of Nightmare!

Dès que j'ai connu le personnage, j'ai tout de suite aimé son design : le chapeau, la plume, le grand manteau... J'ai adoré le fait qu'il soit un voleur en couple avec Cruzar (Cross), j'ai adoré le fait que ce soit Fallacy qui soit un roi et que lui soit juste une sorte de mercenaire, le fait que ce ne soit pas forcément un méchant, ça change vraiment des versions qu'on a l'habitude de voir et c'est tout aussi badass ! (Je suis désolée mais je ne peux pas supporter les versions de Macabre où il a des tentacules, où il est noble et tout, où il est genre... Comme TOUTES les versions de lui qui existent déjà et ça gâche tellement le design incroyable qu'il a canoniquement–)

Je ne conseille pas Vampireverse et je n'approuve pas ce que la créatrice (TheGreatRouge) fait avec, je déteste le comic pour des raisons évidentes (romantisation du viol, pédophilie, pervers narcissisme impuni), mais j'aime tellement le potentiel du Lore ! C'est pour ça que malgré tout j'aime garder ce qu'il est bon de garder dans cet univers. Alors c'est pour ça que j'aime réécrire ce personnage qui n'a jamais... Être autre chose qu'un design quand on y pense.

As soon as I got to know the character, I immediately liked his design: the hat, the feather, the greatcoat... I loved the fact that he's a thief in a relationship with Cruzar (Cross), I loved the fact that Fallacy is the king and he is just some sort of mercenary, the fact that he's not necessarily a bad guy, it's a real change from the versions we're used to seeing and it's just as badass! (I'm sorry, but I can't stand the versions of Macabre where he's got tentacles, where he's noble and everything, where he's like... Like ALL the versions of him that already exist and it's such a waste of the amazing design he canonically has-)

I don't recommend the Vampireverse comic and I don't approve of what the creator (TheGreatRouge) has done with it, I hate the comic for obvious reasons (romanticising rape, paedophilia, perverse narcissism with impunity), but I love the potential of the Lore so much! That's why, despite everything, I like to keep what's good to keep in this universe. So that's why I like rewriting this character who has never... Be anything other than a design when you think about it.

Donc oui, il a des rides, oui il a l'air vieux car oui, c'est un vioque xD un vieux schnok !

Je l'aime juste trop comme ça ! J'aime le fait que si Nightmare devait avoir une version alternative dans un univers de Dark Fantasy ou d'autres univers favorisant l'aventure comme un Pirateverse ou un Mafiaverse il serait un vieux badass ! Parce que... Parce que Nightmare est vieux en fait !

So yes, he's got wrinkles, yes he looks old because yes, he's a vioque xD an old fart!

I just love him too much as it is! I love the fact that if Nightmare were to have an alternative version in a Dark Fantasy universe or other adventure-favouring universes like a Pirateverse or a Mafiaverse he'd be a gaffer! Because... Because Nightmare is actually old!

Dans mon imagination il n'a plus que des similitudes avec Nightmare qu'en matière de référence, sinon c'est une sorte de croisement étrange entre Maître Yupa de Nausicaa de la vallée du vent, Mendoza des "Citées d'Or" et Pandiego de la Vega de "Wakfu" :

In my imagination, he only has similarities with Nightmare in terms of references, otherwise he's a sort of strange cross between Yupa from Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind, Mendoza from Cities of Gold and Pandiego de la Vega from Wakfu:

Yupa :

– Design

– Vieillesse, expérience et culture (Age, experience and knowledge)

– Skills en combat (Skills in fight)

Mendoza :

– Mouvement de cape badass (Badass cape move)

– Espagnol (Spanish)

– Cupide (Greedy)

– Sournois, rusé et sourire narquois (Sly, cunning and sneering smile)

Pandiego de la Vega :

– Hygiène de vie (hygiene)

– Mauvaises manières (bad manners)

– Goût pour la bière et les tavernes (A taste for beer and taverns)

– Langage et humour (language and humor)

Et autres critères que je ne dirai pas maintenant car y'a des gens de Wattpad ici–

And other criteria that I won't go into now because there are people from Wattpad here-

#macabre #vampireverse #desing #macabre sans #undertale au #nightmare sans #vampirverse nightmare

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artistictentacles · 10 months

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A quick doodle for @crabbng! Happy Birthday! I hope you have a good one.

Their OCs Hana and Bon, from the wonderful webcomic Kings of Sorts, which I'll ask you to give a look here

Hana is going through a lot at the moment, so he deserves a hug, as well as maybe a flustered pep-talk (I don't wanna say Tsundere pep-talk, please give me a better word lol) from Bon.

#myart #kingsofsorts #kings of sorts #webcomic #friend ocs #not my ocs

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another-lost-mc · 2 months

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The Bon Voyage event had me wondering if our beloved King Solomon hasn’t actually mellowed out with time…I imagine he dreams up all sorts of nasty things to keep the old habits at bay 🌚

Okay, so in the Bon Voyage event, Solomon explains that he entered MC's dreams by accident when he was using some magical pillow, right? He apologizes for it too, knowing exactly how invasive it can be. He offers to let MC visit his dreams next and they have a cozy little dream-date. How sweet!

Oh, that reminds me. You have to be careful not to fall asleep here.

If you fall asleep in a dream, there's a good chance you won't be able to leave it.

That said, I'm here with you today, so I can get you out of here even if you do fall asleep.

MC must trust him a lot if they feel safe going on little dream dates with Solomon, even though it's possible they could end up stuck there, helpless for who knows how long, unless he saves them.

MC has no reason to believe that Solomon would let them be trapped inside a dream forever.

But it would be so easy to keep MC there, if he didn't want them to leave his dreams at all.

PLEASE.

#don't even get me started on the magic pillow #the old memories he dreams of #asdfjkasdkfasfd #have I mentioned how much I love sketchy king solomon?#jes.replies

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rottenprincessshura100 · 11 months

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Chapter 141 Recap and Notes

We start off with a mysterious figure coming out of a black void. The figure is worse for wear, and we see a gloved hand and a flash of a polka-dotted ascot. This is Mephisto returning from the in-between space he was trapped in.

We think he's speaking to Yukio to wake him up, but this is another bait and switch. Mephisto just found Rin and brought him back from...somewhere.

We see a bleak future in the last chapter, and I was sure all our favourite characters died, as a matter of fact, I think they were dead. Bon is clearly suffering from a horrible head injury that was not survivable.

But in this new timeline, they are alive and well. Something happened that saved them all.

It was a lucky charm.

A lucky charm Shiemi gave her friends all the way back at the Christmas party in chapter 89. But how the fuck would Shiemi know the exwires would need this kind of divine protection in the future?

Was the Christmas Party Shiemi a different Shiemi? Perhaps, one from the future? Or were the charms all a sleight of hand by Mephisto and a product of his meddling?

Or is it just a big fat coincidence? I don't know.

One thing is for sure, Mephisto was also surprised they weren't dead; the future he saw had them pushing up daisies, Rin is all alone and the world was in shambles.

One thing we do know the world can't be saved unless the exwires survive.

And we all know that Rin and Shiemi are made stronger by having close friends and family to support them. This manga is all about those kinds of relationships and how the strength of Kinship is important.

So there's more to this narrative we don't know about. Shiemi, maybe, has secrets. Or she teams up with Mephisto in this current timeline. Goes back in time...anywho...it boggles the mind, right?

So, back to Mephisto.

He is the one that finds Rin, and brings him back on his umbrella, winged familiar, which is now some sort of creepy horse.

But we have a problem, the Rin Mephisto has in tow....isn't right. The rest of our beloved characters are acting as expected (well except for Shura), but Rin is not himself.

He's talking and acting like the Rin from the future. He has no smile for us, no happiness at finding his friends alive. The sight of Shiemi barely brings magic to his eyes. He's weary and broken.

The question is...is he Rin from the future?

Does Rin have time/space powers like Mephisto? Does he have the power to see future visions through lucid dreams? Punch holes through space/time?

Well, we already know he can.

He started doing it back in chapter 109.

And to add to the mystery, Mephisto knows. Whatever has happened to Rin, it's a secret for the time king to unravel. That look speaks volumes.

Moving on.....

The knights of the true cross are all still alive, Lightning, Shura, Shemihaza, Neuhaus, and Osceola.

But Shemihaza is tired, Satan has taken all of her power, and the world is being destroyed. She wasn't able to maintain the "Enpeira" , a magical force field.

She is only alive because Amaimon risked his life to save her, and I gotta say, his new look is metal as hell. It even freaked Mephisto out a little bit.

The Grigori is in shambles.

Mephisto and Shemihaza are too weak to carry on. They must rest to continue the battle.

Shemihaza leaves Shiemi with her authority, but the rest of the exorcists refuse to team up with her. They write her off as an untrained child, and when they do, Shiemi's old fears and lack of confidence creep back in. Luckily, the rest of her exorcist friends push through the crowd.

We know that they will stand by her.

Sheimi's friends are her power.

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Knight of the True Cross is polarized.

Most exorcists believe this is the end of the world, and we start to see what the future holds, with humanity and the knights of the true cross divided.

Satan:

Satan is acting like a Sumerian-era Amaimon. He will rampage the world until he can be somehow sealed or somehow tamed. The exorcists must take on his heart.

But Shemihaza was only powerful enough to seal Amaimon's destructive power and was one of the lowest-powered demon kings.

How on earth can Shiemi take on Satan?

She has Rin....the other heir of Shemihaza. Can two Shemihazas take down Satan...maybe.

But is "taking down Satan" the wrong idea. Was Amaimon tamed or loved? Why does Amaimon work selflessly for Shemihaza?

Why does he call Shemihaza his wife? (Quick edit...I meant bride) These questions need to be flushed out.

#blue exorcist #mephisto pheles #ao no exorcist #ane #blue exorcist theories

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tonguetiedraven · 6 months

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fanfic of rin oblivious to bon's feelings? I've read so many of your fics. I love them.

I'm not at all sure if this was the kind of vibe you wanted, but it's what happened, lol. It's a bit more angsty with a one sided sort of thing, though I tried to leave it open to a get together :D

I'm glad you enjoy my fics ^^ — — ♡( ‘-’* ) — —

Ryuuji’s cheeks went a bit warm as Rin reached into their shared cracker bag at the same time, and he promptly looked away as he pulled out a small handful of the rice crackers, trying to act like he was entirely caught up in his notes on Magnus’ methods of circle generation and not how warm Rin’s hand always was.

It wasn’t the first time he’d had to do it, and it wouldn’t be the last.

Ryuuji had, contrary to what some would say, not fallen in love with Rin when Rin jumped wildly in front of a reaper to save him from his ill timed emotional breakdown over the latest moment in a life time of cruel laughter.

No, Ryuuji had properly noticed Rin then, but he hadn’t fallen in love. He hadn’t known enough about Rin to possibly be in love.

When Rin stood between him and the Impure King and proceeded to try and make post rot castle plans and looked at Ryuuji like he hung the moon and stars and sun in the sky simply because he’d confessed the obvious fact that he trusted Rin out loud, he also hadn’t fallen in love, though that was a closer possibility. Had he not been exhausted to the point of near delirium, maybe.

Nope. Ryuuji fell in love in the entirely uncinematic moment of leaning over a railing to look at the view of Kinkaku-ji, and finding Rin staring at the water with his tail slipping out to wag because he had spotted a group of ducks. The dork was in front of what was one of the most impressive things Kyoto had to offer, and the ducks won his attention.

He would never be able to explain what it was about that moment that did it, but it ended with Rin looking up at him with an enormous grin that sealed the deal, and Ryuuji could almost feel his heart leaving his chest to settle in Rin’s hands, and he would die if anyone ever knew that he thought that way.

It had been strangely easy to fall in love with Rin, far easier than it had been to initially get on the same page as Rin. Probably because Rin was incredible at picking moments to make Ryuuji stop and pay attention and feel like his entire world was shifting a bit to accommodate whatever Rin had made him see in a new way. Rin bolstered him on when he was losing confidence or energy, convinced him to stick to his guns and his morals when he became uncertain, and reminded him that he wasn’t in it all alone. (Strange when it had taken him so long to drive that message home to Rin.)

Today it was a pre Cram School study session and snack. They weren’t alone — they were almost never alone, but Ryuuji didn’t mind that. He usually enjoyed his friends’ company. At least more often than not.

Except for the fact that Ryuuji had never once in his life managed to be subtle about anything, and he certainly wasn’t subtle about the fact that Rin had captured his heart.

The blushing alone would be embarrassing, and had been embarrassing on far too many occasions. He seemed to always get noticed by Izumo when he did it, and she’d get this satisfied sort of grin on her face. He could never decide if it was satisfaction that he was embarrassed to be silently called out, or some sort of satisfaction that she was watching a supposed romance unfold.

It wasn’t one. Not the happy sort anyway. Ryuuji had never had the easy or happy sort of thing so that wasn’t surprising.

Being noticed blushing would be embarrassing enough, but he also had the horrible tendency to stare at Rin a bit too much, and it was usually Shima that caught him with that, and he’d wiggle his eyebrows in the most annoying way, and Ryuuji would blush, and Shima and Izumo would grin, and Ryuuji would usually huff and make an escape.

Konekomaru always caught him in the after moments. Usually after a lunch or race or challenge. When Rin would have just left him with a high-five or laugh or an arm around his shoulder, and Ryuuji would feel like his heart wasn’t beating properly in his chest as it tried to shoot away and join Rin.

He could already tell this would be a day when he was caught by all three. Possibly even her. Those were usually the worst days. She could always tell something was wrong, but was never quite intuitive enough to know just what. She wasn't aware enough of the situation, or situations in general, to know that she was just making it worse.

Ryuuji was in love with Rin, and he was painfully obvious about it. He didn't know any other way to be. He had never been particularly gifted at hiding his thoughts and emotions, and he'd had no experience with this to have learned how.

Ryuuji was in love with Rin, and Rin was entirely in love with someone else. What's more, Ryuuji was certain Rin had never noticed that he had Ryuuji's heart. Or, the somehow worse possibility, he might have realized it and simply pretended not to because he didn't want it.

Ryuuji could never decide which would be the worst one.

He had spent a lifetime well acquainted with wanting things he could not have. He was familiar with the ache of it, even if this one was a bit strangely sweet despite the bitterness.

There were moments when he didn't even notice that he had something missing. Moments spent simply appreciating Rin were enough on their own. He would watch, and he would smile, and he would not notice himself doing either. He would be taken with whatever was happening and whatever Rin was doing or being.

He had fallen in love with the boy for a reason after all. There was a lot to fall in love with, and Rin was nothing if not a show off when he was good at something.

The soft feelings would rise in Ryuuji’s chest, sometimes a bit overwhelmingly, and he would want, and long in a strange new way that could be exciting, but frightening as well.

Other times, it was far more bitter.

The difficulty of his situation aside, ignoring how negatively being gay was still looked upon by most people, he had simply fallen in love with someone who was in love with someone else. Were he to suddenly wake up with a knowledge of the words he needed to properly express himself to Rin, he would still have to contend with the fact that Rin's heart was someone else's.

Ryuuji was never a coward, but he wasn’t an idiot. So even if the words did suddenly come to him, he’d swallow them back down. They would be bitter, but he had swallowed far bitterer things.

He had met Rin first, but it was the meeting with her that had left the impact with Rin. Ryuuji had no real idea of whether or not he would have stood a chance had he made a move before she'd come into the picture, but he hadn't and without even intending to, she had won Rin's heart.

He figured that one out fairly slowly too. He was, unfortunately, entirely inept when it came to matters of the heart. He had been slow to learn his own, but certain once he had. He was not nearly so good with anyone else's.

Though he had never been able to tell how she felt about the entire thing, once he knew to look, Rin had been the easiest kind of read. He stared every bit as much as Ryuuji did, he smiled in silly ways, he laughed almost anytime she told a joke, or something that sounded like a joke, he always tried to sit as close as he could get, chose any mission with her he could, and got this sort of wishful tone in his voice anytime she was mentioned.

That was where the bitter came in.

Ryuuji was not nearly vain enough to ever even consider telling Rin that Ryuuji was the better option. He wasn't. She was an incredible option. She was kind and funny and loyal and pretty and courageous, far more than she ever gave herself credit for. Ryuuji was the heir to a failed temple that didn't even have a temple any longer. He was loud, grumpy, glared far too much without meaning too, and not very much at all like Shiemi.

He would never point out that she obviously wasn't interested, but he was if it was Rin.

After all, he had people come up to him regularly to try and go out. He knew what it was to have your attention completely taken by one person, and it not particularly matter if it was returned or not. The feelings would go away eventually, according to everyone he knew, but until then, he couldn't see any harm in them existing. He would never push his friend, because that's what Rin was first and foremost, his friend. The pain of it when Rin would look elsewhere, but never at him, was not enough to make him break away from that. It was his own fault that he was suffering. He could not stop the emotions, and he would not give himself space from his friend.

He had fallen in love with Rin, And he didn't know what to do with the emotions aside from ignoring them. That had done nothing to dissuade them, and the more he ignored them the more he tended to blush and look too much, and ache, so he took to other methods to try and satiate the insistent feelings. He would bring snacks he knew Rin liked best for the chance to see that particular smile. He would spend extra time at the gym to have a chance to spar with his friend, because he knew how much it excited Rin for them to be able to go all out. He would find extra time to help Rin with his studies, because his friend did and seemed like he always would struggle with notes and class work. It didn't help much more than ignoring had, but it did at least leave him with more sweet than bitter moments.

It was studying today, and that meant trying to decipher Rin's ridiculous notes, and sitting too close. That was what had led to the joint hands in the bag.

Rin didn't seem to have noticed it happened. He was, probably fittingly, talking to Shiemi. Ryuuji munched on his crackers, told his face to stop being ridiculous, and looked back at the notes. He managed to decipher another line and reached for his bottle of tea.

"You transposed this," He offered quietly. He tapped the two terms as Rin's attention momentarily turned to him. The most intensely blue eyes he had ever seen glanced down at the word under Ryuuji's pencil, and narrowed as Rin tried to make them out.

"Transposed," he explained, "You switched them."

"I did?"

Ryuuji nodded and tried not to pay attention to the way Rin's tail swished and stood up a bit when he was really listening. There was enough of the bitterness already. He didn't try to purposely hurt himself more than he needed to.

"If you can keep that straight, you'll ace this."

"You think?" The wag of Rin's tail was audible now. It was thunking lightly against the bench.

"Absolutely."

Rin smiled at him, and it was the same sort of smile he'd had when he looked at the ducks. Pure and unfiltered and showing his fangs and hardly any of his eyes because his cheeks were pushing them closed, and Ryuuji's face was growing warm again as he stared much too much. He swallowed and looked back down at the notes.

And in doing so, entirely missed the fact that Rin was still staring at him.

#bonrin #my tumblr fics #ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #ryuuji suguro #rin okumura #ryuji suguro #bon suguro #bon x rin #aoex #bonfire #sugurin #bonxrin #bon/rin

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robogart · 10 months

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Finished commission of Mall Goth Bon for @crabbng! 💖💕✨

#digital art #digital painting #illustration #commission #art commission #kings of sorts #bon kings of sorts

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delphina2k · 2 years

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@crabbng posted some Bon lineart in the Screen Tones server and I had to color it because I love their fashioonnnnnssss (Bon is from the webcomic Kings of Sorts!)

#kings of sorts #fanart #I guess?#I just colored it but I guess that's still art #anyway a good bon

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crabbng · 11 months

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do they fall in love y/n

#let me know #kings of sorts #my city now #draws #hana #bonic #bon is way too skinny here and it is sad

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sualne · 8 months

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(I love your crocodad au it brings me so much joy)

I was curious, when croc eventually reveals himself to the baroque works main workers like he does in the series

Would bon clay recognized croc as the creepy dude that they have sometimes seen follow them and luffy

Even if he did would he even say anything croc is very scary, i know he would definitely recognize robin as ms. Sunday

(yeay!!!! :DD)

that's actually not going to happen in the au! because in canon croc talks about creating his utopia and destroying alabasta, the thing is we still dont really know what he means by utopia exactly and i really dont want him to destroy alabasta because i want to explore what royalty could be like for him and luffy!

and since becoming king would put the spotlight on him even more, he wont reveal himself to baroques works here. this is were im going to start diverging more from canon, and once we reach the two years timeskip i'll go freestyle(sort of).

that said, bonclay would recognize alabasta's new king and perhaps, the young prince, once it's revealed he even exist.

#crocau ask #post timeskip is going to have some good old royal politics and stuff

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bokutosmochi · 1 year

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ONLY YOU, DARLING ♡ SUKUNA RYOMEN

trueform!sukuna ryomen x gn!reader

ingredients? the whispers behind your back concerning your relationship with the king of curses never ceased.

what's it? comfort. angst/fluff

allergen warning/s? brief mentions of death/killing (this is sukuna guys, c'mon)

sugar level? 1.2k

regulars? @hanayanetwork @tokyometronetwork @tahonet

parlor's note? i'm such a sucker for cute shit and this is just another proof of that.

bon appetit!

you were quiet today.

that was the thought that lingered in his mind for quite a few hours now, like a fly stuck in a spiderweb, unmoving, never escaping.

there were times where you went quiet, yes, whether that be because you didn't feel like talking, were in deep in thought, or perhaps even the complete opposite -- you weren't thinking of anything at all. but this sort of quiet is uncharacteristic of you. one, you never simply sat wordlessly for hours upon end, and two, you always had stories to tell him whenever you visited the village he - and by extension, you - ruled over whether they are about the most mundane things that could ever be, like how the bakery's pasties smelled exceptionally fresh, how the green leaves of the trees were turning to a shade of orange, or how there were big puddles that were begging to be stomped on around the farmer's market, how some younger curses apparently had the same thought as you because splash on the puddles they did. but that was not the case today and needless to say, it worried him.

you just sat on the large, lavish sofa in the living room of your palace, staring off into space with a frown on your face, and if that wasn't alarming enough, when he laid down and set his head on your lap - he swears it's only to see how you would react and not at all because he liked it and found it oddly comforting - you did not move to look down on his face and grace him with that lovesick gaze you always do. hell, you didn't even start running your fingers through his wavy cotton candy hair like you always did. but it's not like he wanted you to do so anyway.

sukuna, bless his heart, really, wanted to do something, but he did not know how to comfort someone. it wasn't exactly something he normally does so he was just beside himself, thinking of ways he could approach the situation.

he lifted you up from your seat to set you down on his lap and had all four of his arms encircle your waist, only to be unable to think of the right words to say.

he wrapped his arms around your frame while you cooked dinner for the two of you, bending down at the waist just so he'd be able to bury his face by the crook of your neck, but for some reason, the words failed to escape his mouth.

he brushed his teeth while you took your nightly shower, leaning on the counter, ready to strike up a conversation, yet did not find himself actually doing so.

it was only when you were about to sleep that his voice box finally worked.

you didn't cuddle into his warm, marked up chest when the time to go to sleep came. instead, you turned away from him and snuggled further down into the thick fluffy material that covered your lavish bed. that was something you did when you first moved in with him, the moment he asked you why you did that, you expressed that it was because you weren't used to such expensive-feeling blankets and covers, but now that you've grown accustomed to it over time, you clung onto sukuna most of the time. the only exceptions were the nights you fought, but even then, when night turned to day, your face was always smooshed into his chest. and besides that, you didn't fight very often so he wasn't used to this. as a result, something in him snapped. "what has been bugging you, my love?"

it made you jolt though it was said softly. you were just lost in your head for the nth time that day. it felt like you were on autopilot and the way you responded shown that. "nothing."

all of a sudden, you felt a hand on your waist, pulling you so you'd be laying on your other side, so you'd be facing him instead of the large windows. "we both know that's not true. tell me, darling, what has been making you so blue?" his hand remained on your waist, but his blood red eyes were trained on you. you couldn't take the pressure of eye contact, especially right now, so you looked down instead. "jus' something i heard from the villagers earlier, 'kuna. 's no big deal."

"but it is." he pressed further, one of his hands were on your cheek now, smoothing the skin with his thumb, careful not to scar the skin with his sharp nails. "if it bothers you this much, it matters. what did they say to make you this upset?"

poor girl/boy, do they actually think lord sukuna would change his ways for them?

it's a pity indeed. they are not aware of his evil.

it's the same recipe every time yet they are not enlightened of it. lord sukuna takes them to be bedroom and has them worship his body, pretend they are of utmost importance to him, then get rid of them when they are no longer deems them of use.

i know that lord sukuna is not engaged to any, yet i find that it is appropriate to call them just another glorified concubine.

"something about how i'm too naive to be with you. that you don't actually love me."

if you cast your gaze upon his face, then you would have seen the way he scowled.

"my love, do you believe them?"

you so desperately want to say no. that you are aware of how much he cherishes and adores you, but because of how many times you've heard variations of those words from the villagers, it is difficult to do so. he always makes sure to spend quality time together, he puts in a significant amount of effort into the relationship especially since he hasn't been in one like this before, and he always vocalizes his love for you, but you were just having a hard time mentally in the last couple of days.

"you believe them?"

if he had a heart, it would be breaking. his voice held nothing but the tone of sadness and disbelief. you couldn't get yourself to say anything though.

"my love, come near," he murmurs pulling you into his chest and laying down on his back so you would be on top of him. "there is nothing in this world that i love more than you. i would massacre villages for you, i would suffer the most violent of deaths for you, i would do anything you asked me to. and that is all because i love you." he wiped a tear that's trailing down the curve of your cheek.

"do you think i fall to my feet for just anyone?" you shook your head in response making him nod. "you'd be correct, my dear. only you, darling." he petted your hair the same way you do for him. "now go on and rest your head. tomorrow i am going to take you out to prove my loyalty to you."

i get: reblog

you get: sukuna nendoroid

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