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cheolhub · 1 year

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AJKLSDFH MR. JOSHUA FROM LA AS A SUGAR DADDY 😳

he’d probably take you on lots of international flights and shopping at rodeo drive to show you off !! just imagine attending fancy charity events with being his arm candy and he’s just so smug about being with you knowing that you automatically capture everyone’s attention in the room

… thots on sugar daddy!shua brat taming tho? 👁️👁️

it’s currently nighttime for me and i spent the most of the day catching up on work bc i procrastinated during break sar save my sanity🧍‍♀️

p.s. as someone taehyun biased i just saw the pic you posted and maybe i will not be getting sleep tonight

p.p.s. my keyboard now has seungschlong autocorrected next to seungcheol

CHARITY GALAS W/ SD!JOSHUA. that’s the thought.

shua will get you all pretty for him, buying you the nicest cocktail dress money can get and he’ll take you to the snazzy occasion. he knows all eyes will be on you as soon as you walk in because you are the most elegant and beautiful person in the room. he can’t help but feel proud that you’re his pretty baby.

joshua also knows how you get at these events— bored and undeniably horny. so he gives you a lil incentive. if you’re good for him, he’ll give you everything you want. he’ll devour you, fuck you dumb, and fill you up just like you love. he says you won’t even be there long, that as soon as the hosts announce the charity the organization has chosen that he’ll give his donation and take you home— so, naturally, you agree.

but after being with you for so long, he definitely knows that… you’ve never really cared for the incentives. you like when he’s mean. when he puts you in your place.

that’s why he’s not really surprised when your hand starts rubbing at his thigh under the table or when you press your lips to his ear and whisper, “when can we go home, shua…‘m so wet.”

he just smirks, shaking his head. he gives you a chance, though he knows you wont take it. “be good, baby.” he’ll say sweetly, but there’s a sternness in his hushed voice that has your stomach flipping in anticipation.

when you ignore demand, hand palming over his cock with a cheeky smirk on your face, he knows you’ve decided your fate.

so he lets you tease him for the remainder of the night. lets you whisper into his ears about how much you want him. then, when you get home, he’ll give you the opposite of what you’d agreed on earlier.

he’ll push you to your knees while you’re still in your pretty dress and make you take his cock down your throat till your mascara runs. he’s ruthless, too, thrusting into your constricting throat calling you all these degrading things that make you and your pussy cry.

then when you still haven’t apologized for your behavior… when you still wear that stupid, smug grin on your face, he’ll edge you for what feels like hours. he’ll start with his fingers— fuck them into you relentlessly and when you’re just about to cum, he’ll pull them out, reveling in the way you sob out his name. he’ll wait a few minutes and when your orgasm dissipates, he’ll bring you to your high just to rip it away all over again.

when you’re finally incessantly apologizing, he coos. “you’re cute, do you wanna cum that bad, doll?” and when you cry out a ‘yes.’ he just chuckles meanly before gripping your jaw and ghosting his lips over yours, “well, maybe you should’ve thought of that when you were acting like a slut tonight.”

needless to say, he does let you cum at the very end of the night because he doesn’t have it in him to leave you high n dry.

(he very much feels bad abt it the next day, though, so he spoils you with morning head and a day full of shopping <3)

#yeah i didnt mean to make it that long #thats why the ending sucked #AND IM SORRY I HATE SCHOOL AND WORKING SM #and tyun 😵‍💫😵‍💫#my keyboard also auto correct to seungschlong #idk if this is even good im still kinda asleep 😴#joshua smut #💭 sar is thinking…

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n--n · 1 year

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One last touchstarved theory thingy bc I’ve almost purged my brief obsession!! It’s mentioned by both Leander and Vere that the one running the Senobium- and thus its shady policies- is someone called The Abbess. An Abbess is a nun in charge of the nunnery, so I can only assume she is gonna have some sort of religious symbolism related to her like Kuras and Mhin do. Unfortunately the literal one-sentence blink and you’ll miss it lines are all we have to go off for her, but I’m excited to see what she’s really like in game! (From the attitude both Vere and Leander have in those one-off lines, it’s clear she’s almost certainly a villain).

Some misc, tinfoil-hat theories:

- Elyon, as a powerful noble, likely works with but opposes the Abbess. He owns most of the brothels in Lowtown apparently so he has incentive to keep the divide between hightown and lowtown, but as someone with power he probably chafes at the control the Senobium has over hightown

- Sen, from her one-sentence descriptor, is a revived warden seeking her own death. Almost certainly one of the Senobium’s experiments, not sure what a warden in the context of the touchstarved universe is but probably a Fancy Jailer for the Senobium like the word usually implies. Maybe the experiments left her with such a painful condition she’d rather die? Or it could be more supernatural, in that she can not Rest until her unfinished business in Eridia is Taken Care Of.

-The Abbess could be the one that initiated the changes at the Senobium in the first place a generation ago, since immortality is confirmed to exist in-universe (see Vere being chained “Centuries Ago”)

-I think Leander is meant as the sort of “starter LI”, since the demo and supplementary info give us the most info about him while at the same time holding back just enough as to be intriguing (see: the countless Leander-specific theory posts that started this post lmao) I imagine his route will tell us the most about lowtown, fogfall and Eridia at large, whereas Vere/Mhin/Kuras will tell us most about the Senobium, and Ais will tell us most about the overall world, magic (fogfall again), monsters (like the soulless), and of course Ais’s boss/“friend” Ocudeus and the Seaspring

Other thots:

- I’m most excited for Leander’s route for obvious reasons (hot + will get to meat of story + I want to see What’s Really Wrong With Him so bad) but also know that will make me more disappointed if he turns out to be Just Some Asshole. I want him to be a monster bc he commits atrocities like the rest of them, not because he’s a reminder of the shittier guys I’ve met. That being said I know I’ll probably still really like the character if they do go that route, since the overall writing from the demo is super engaging and solid in quality- which bodes well for the final product

-Speaking of writing, I’m loving that different backstories actually have weight in the narrative. I love when the player is actually rewarded with info for making a choice, instead of it just being one or two flavor text things. Choosing different backstories affects your red dialogue options (the romance-y choices) and gives you different attitudes towards events in the story, making replay ability high

-I’m worried by how successful the kickstarter is since I Have Been Burned last times I backed videogame Kickstarters (Blue Omen Operation, Homestuck Game) 😭 The team seems experienced and competent, since most seem to have come from Nix Hydra/other successful otome games that got killed by poor management. But like, still really worries me since it’s their first game and all. The demo was so good but so was Blue Omen Operations and look where that landed me ($15 less in my pocket from backing years ago 🥲)

-On a lighter note, this game is clearly a passion project and I’ve loved what I’ve seen so far- if I have enough money to spare before the Kickstarter is over, maybe I’ll get it just to support the devs

-getting so obsessed w the demo even if only for a week or so has reminded me Oh Yeah, I Forgot I Love Gothic Horror. If by some miracle you’re still reading this drop a recommendation pls

#touchstarved demo #touchstarved game #red spring studios #touchstarved spoilers #touchstarved #touchstarved theory #I didn’t find out abt the Nix Hydra/Larian drama until recently bc I redownloaded the app to play the full game #only to find it was both shittier and different #I was playing it as it came out but stopped after a while and decided to just play when it was done but whoops #looks like I waited too long and the company imploded #oh well I have other otome games to be obsessed about now rip Arcana you were a solid game w great art

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aqricus · 1 year

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a penny for more of your thots on william? (also i definitely recommend reading the manga if you ever get the time! it's gorgeous and wonderful like absolute best)

PLS i have about five google docs pages worth of thoughts/ideas for everybody in william’s and sherlock’s little teams. and i definitely will!! i’m hearing that apparently the anime left out some important things? plus they look so pretty in the manga omg

i feel like william likes holding your hand during penetrative sex, and half the time, it isn’t even a conscious decision to thread his fingers through yours. it’s kinda like a reflex. he strikes me as someone who’s secretly sentimental, and that’s his own little way of displaying his feelings for you bc when he’s balls-deep inside you, his brain has a tendency to stall a little and his words start to fail him. although, he’s actually able to maintain his self-control pretty well when he has an incentive to remain sharp, like if you acted out earlier and he’s administering your punishment. but, when it’s a moment of passion when both of you are just able to enjoy feeling each other and concentrate on pleasing each other, he lets his focus slip more than he usually would.

also, william is so cute bc he’ll be smiling softly while grading his students’ tests, and the whole time his brain is doing the mental equivalent of kicking his feet and twirling the telephone cord around his finger bc he’s thinking about how lovely you looked teaching him about your hobby the last time you spoke. he adores talking to you, regardless of whether it’s an enlightening back-and-forth conversation or a one-sided information dump where one of you just listens. in situations involving the latter, he’s usually the one doing the listening (unless it’s an opportunity for him to show off a little). he enjoys absorbing information about you and your life, and what better way to do it than to listen?

when he’s working on something important or something that’s time-consuming, he avoids you touching his hair like the plague. it was mentioned in the anime that he will work nonstop until he crashes, and i believe that the sensation of your fingers combing through his hair and massaging his scalp definitely hastens his arrival to that point. he just seems like his scalp would be sensitive. you can see it in the way his eyelids start to flutter a little, the way his head starts to dip forward the longer you work at it, the way his posture starts to relax and shift toward you. and, if you let him rest his head in your lap while you do it? SOUND asleep.

#this isn't all but i don't wanna slap all of them in one place and have it be overwhelming fldnsklf #with that i will sleep.#william <3 #moriarty the patriot smut

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strawhatsoraya · 2 years

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oh, oh u thot i was finished??? ha. ha! anyway, another request bc i'm greedy. obey me fic round 2: electric boogaloo; beel x reader, the prompt is: “your lips make me wonder what you taste like” and include food obvy (read: fruits), you already know what time it is w. me. i leave it all up to ur capable hands.

My love, it has been 12 days since you sent this ask. I could have sworn it was just last week?? What the hell have I been doing? I don't know. I don't understand where time goes or what I do with it. I have been working on this since Monday I think, and I started around 9 am and it is now *eyes clock* 2:51 pm and I am finally done proof reading, etc. (I did smoke after i had breakfast and I don't think that helped I kept reading the same sentences over and over).

ANYWAY. I finally have your fic request. I love Beel so much as you already know so I was more than happy to get this incentive to write him lol. It's my first time writing Beel so I had to really sit down and think about his characterization. I am a perfectionist so I feel like I could still do better *shakes fist at sky* but I'm also happy with what I wrote. I hope you like it too!

For a Long Time; He Hoped

BEEL X FEM READER, NO PRONOUNS OR DESCRIPTIONS OF ANYTHING (ASIDE FROM CURLY HAIR ALL MY READERS DO BECAUSE I AM SELFISH)--BUT FEM READER CAUSE I DON'T WANNA MAKE ANYONE MAD WORD COUNT: 2.4k CONTENT WARNING: a heavy handed dose of angst, some fluff, messy eaters together in a kitchen might be too much for some so here have a warning, also reader sits on the kitchen island which might be frowned upon by some, my grandmother would have a fit because asses are not for kitchen counters and she would have beat my ass for sure, kissing, and that's all i can think of A SUMMARY: Beel always feels particularly peckish for something sweet after dinner. He can't find the treat of choice in the fridge so Y/N offers up a juicy nectarine in exchange. Beel comes to terms with the changes inside him, and wonders why this new kind of hunger feels so familiar. He takes a risk.

For a long time, there had been something wrong with Beel.

A hunger that felt like more than just hunger. A hunger that was hard to explain, and was easily brushed off in between jokes and seemingly knowing glances between his older brothers. A hunger that threatened to eat away at him until there was nothing left, unless he ate back.

Lost in this sense of self preservation, Beel found himself in the kitchen with his head buried inside the open refrigerator.

A sweet confection always pacified the hunger that seized him around this time of the evening. There was something about the way the cloak of the night grazed his skin that consumed him with melancholy. The bitterness loaded his mouth with words not spoken; things he wanted to bury and never think of again. If he ate–correction: devoured–it would all wash down his throat, to sit at the cemetery of his stomach.

Eating–correction: consuming–was usually a solitary experience for Beelzebub. It didn’t mean he ate alone. After all, he was always surrounded by his brothers all at once or separately. It was just that in the moments he pummeled food into his mouth, allowing his mind to go blank as he focused on the taste and texture of what he ate, was an adventure he hazarded into alone.

Just him and his thoughts, and the feelings in their respective tombs with offerings of food on their altars.

Tonight there was an anomaly. An honored guest with your name and your face. It unsettled him. He never shared food with outsiders. At most he’d let Belphie have a nibble of a sandwich because he worried his twin didn’t take in enough calories to support his body. Yet somehow you bested his logic. Yet somehow, sharing food with you felt different. It felt less like the disappointing sadness of splitting a double popsicle only for both to be holding on to empty sticks as the frozen juice melted on the ground. It felt more like separating chopsticks perfectly, the first perfect clean cut into a cake, blowing out birthday candles, the very first taste of your most favorite food.

It bothered him. He didn’t want to think about that either.

“Hmm,” he muses with a groan. “There isn’t any.”

“There isn’t any, what?” you ask him.

You’re sitting on the counter, swinging your legs back and forth. You had slowly forgotten your manners the more time you spent in the Devildom. It was inexcusable, you knew. As it was, Barbatos and Lucifer could outmanner you, a human, any given day. It should embarrass you, and you know Lucifer would hold it above you, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You’re too preoccupied with the way Beel looks up from the fridge with a frown. You recognize the tilt on the corners of his mouth, the darkening of his violet eyes.

“No pudding. I thought I had some left..” he trails off and tilts his head. His hand tucks under his chin pensively. The thoughts skew in his head but they don’t sort themselves into anything that makes sense. Did he eat it already? He could have sworn he was saving it. It bared its teeth and bit down–making his stomach ache.

Beel places a large hand on his belly, and you watch him with raised eyebrows. If you didn’t find something to distract him with soon, he was going to go through the wall into your bedroom again. You raise your hands up cautiously, palms facing out.

“I highly doubt anyone else ate it,” you insist, not wanting to start another little war. Mammon and Levi were finally speaking again after eleven days of them giving each other the silent treatment. “I have something I can share with you if you want it,” you finish in a song and lean forward to peer at his face with a crinkled nose. He looks away from his feet immediately, and the color in his eyes lightens–two sparkling amethysts glistening at you. You know you’ve trapped his attention now, and you grin, baring down your teeth on it to keep it in place. “If you reach into the bottom left drawer, in a little bag are some nectarines. One for you and one for me.”

Just like Beel, you didn’t often share your food. It had been a trait you noticed in him that made you feel a certain kind of kinship. He was also the one to always utter the kindest words when you first arrived. Despite knowing better, you had allowed him to creep into your heart at a sluggish pace; a caterpillar eating away at the leafy core of your heart. You hadn’t figured out what to do with the hole his appetite left behind yet. You didn’t like to think about it. You didn’t want to think about it.

“Let’s eat!” you chirp, clapping your hands together hoping to spur him into action.

Beel was always reliable. He followed your instructions without protest and pulled out the bag. The rustling of the plastic was starkly loud against the silent air wrapping tightly around your shoulders. Now that you had thought about it–the patch up job you had been putting off–you couldn’t get it out of your head. You saw it in the back of your mind when you caught sight of Beel’s forearms, the muscles flexing as he ripped the bag open. You saw it in his hand, the way his fingers concealed the fruit as he washed them. You saw it in his soft smile, crooked and almost shy, as he offered you a nectarine.

You felt it in the way your heart ached looking at him, a sickness with no cure.

Your fingers wrap around the nectarine sitting prettily on the crook of his palm. Fingertips graze his palm and he blinks up at you. A breathy noise gets stuck in his chest, and he remembers. He remembers the first time he shared food with you. His thoughts at the time had been simple. You looked frail, and sickly. He didn’t know much about humans, and admittedly, he still didn’t know much. It just felt like he should feed you lest you die in the devildom under what should have been the protection of his older brother. Lucifer would have been so disappointed.

Would he be disappointed at Beel now, as he couldn’t fight the smile when he watched you bite down on the nectarine? Would he find his eagerness to feed you, the way it didn’t feel lonely or invasive at all, disappointing? Lucifer made his distrust of you no secret. You had jumped to protect him and Luke despite the tremble in your voice.

Lucifer’s anger had brought many to their knees. There were no bruises on yours yet. Beel wondered how long could you keep them that way.

There was juice dripping down your chin. He reaches out without further thoughts, and brushes up against it with a knuckle. “You’re a messy eater,” he says with humor in his voice. Beel brings the knuckle to his mouth and sucks the juice off. His fleshy red tongue curls around his finger as he makes sure not to miss a drop. The taste is sweet and sour, refreshing enough to inspire the goosebumps on his skin. He takes a bite off his own nectarine hoping to replicate the taste and feeling, but it’s off, incomplete, as he chews. A frown settles between two straight eyebrows. He watches you as a different set of teeth gnaws at the pit of his stomach, burrowing its way out from its ancient tomb.

A hunger that wasn’t quite the same hunger. A hunger with teeth and claws sharper and bloodier than before. For a long time, there had been something wrong with Beel. But this? This was something else. Something new.

You look so happy to be sitting there on the counter, sweet juices dripping down your chin again. His hand moves towards your chin but he forces himself to stop; to not taste one more time. He could watch you and feel satiated. He could watch you and feel full. He tells himself as you take another bite, and another. His nectarine is long gone, so he chews on the pit noisily. The clashing of teeth drags your eyes away from your own mostly eaten fruit. You look up to see Beelzebub watching you, frowning even as he chews.

“Is it not good?” you ask him. You tilt your head, curls moving with you. Beel swallows the scratchy remains of the pit. Your eyes are big and soft; soft like your hands. His violet eyes seek your fingers, squeezing the nectarine. They are covered in juice, and he sees a drop make its way down your wrist only to taper off somewhere in your forearm. He sighs in defeat, a slow agony burning in his chest. He wants to follow the path of that sticky drop so badly, he starts to feel sick.

“It’s good, but…” he hates to lie. He never sees a point in it, and much less with you; however, Beel knows this too: some things are better left unsaid. He knows this and yet: “It tasted better from your chin.”

A fuschia color, one that evokes images of brightly colored macarons, takes over the apples of your cheeks. He swallows, annoyed at the way he’s salivating at the mere sight. He wants to bite them just a tad, just a bit, just a little nibble. He wants to hold your face in his hands and feel their heat. Would it hurt? Would it burn? Even if it did, he wants to know. You rip your hickory gaze away from his. You don’t dare to comment. Instead, you focus intently on gnawing the remaining flesh of the fruit from its pit.

Your lips are plush, and look so soft as they move around the pit of the fruit.They’re shiny under the neon lights of the kitchen, glazed with juice. You drop the pit on the top of the kitchen island you’re sitting on. One of your hands moves, you’re reaching up to wipe at your chin but Beel’s fingers wrap around your wrist, stopping you from completing the task.

“That would be a real big waste,” he murmurs, his tone so low you fear you misheard it but there was no mistaking the heavy heat in his eyes. There was no mistaking how he stared at your mouth until there was no breath left in your lungs. “Let me do it.” His breathing is broken by soft pants. It is something he tries to control. Beel leans forward and flicks his long tongue out. He drags it flat up your chin, collecting most of the nectarine juice. Unsatisfied with his job, he opens his mouth and sucks on the corner of your chin until the dried sweetness is gone.

Just like some things are better left unsaid, some things are better left untouched. The taste of your skin under the juice was new and nothing at all like he had imagined. Yes, it had been salty and delicious, but it did not satiate his hunger. It made it grow; fierce, bolder, more savage.

He is so close he can smell your breath. You’re panting too, and he sighs noisily, his arms slipping around you. Beel slams his hands on the counter behind your seat. You’re trapped in the cage of his heat. The nectarine smells even sweeter coming from his mouth. His eyes are on your mouth again.You swallow thickly.

There’s a drop of juice clinging to the corner of your mouth. You flick out your tongue nervously to collect it. Beel groans audibly, and curls his fingers into fists. The countertop is cold against the heated skin of his knuckles. He tries to focus on that instead of the festering hunger, the urgency to satisfy it, to fill his mouth with you.

He has to kiss you. He just has to. Damnation was a game he was all too familiar with. What was another tussle with it, if not child’s play?

“You lips,” he starts and finds the need to swallow almost immediately. He pushes down so many words that want to bubble up. “They make me wonder what you taste like.” His descent upon your mouth seems painstakingly slow. When his lips finally push against yours, you feel breathless. Your fingers tangle in the fabric of his shirt as his tongue darts past your lips. He moves softly, exploring the inside of your mouth. He tastes the inside of your cheeks, and wonders what secrets you have tucked behind each molar. Beel curls his tongue around yours, a low hum thrumming between your shared breaths. He sucks on it with hesitancy. A fear mingles with his desire. He brushes it aside when he kisses you deeper, wetter, sloppier.

His hands find the small of your back, and he crushes you against his chest. His tongue is relentless in its exploration, casting away inhibition for the sake of living in the moment. The sound of smacking lips, and sucking heat your body. Your hands slip around his shoulders, and slide up his neck. Your nails are long and they scratch his skin and scalp as you grab tufts of hair on the nape of his neck. Beel groans against your mouth, your lips now moist with his saliva.

“This is good,” he says breathlessly against your cheek. He rubs the tip of his nose against it, before nibbling on it. You’re as sweet as you smell. “This is really good.”

For a long time there had been something wrong with Beel, but for now, he didn’t care. He didn’t even notice. You taste so sweet on his lips, on his tongue, he doesn’t need anything else for as long as you choose to stay wrapped up in his arms. When you hum against his kiss and hold him tighter, it feels as if you push through further than the depth of his skin. It almost feels as if you’re there, nestled inside his chest, waiting at the door.

For a long time, he thought there was something wrong with him but maybe he was just waiting for someone or something. Maybe he was waiting for you.

He hoped it was you.

#fic request #beel x reader #beel x you #beel x y/n #beel angst #beel fluff #obey me beel x reader #obey me x reader #obey me angst

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 2 years

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Warrior/Strong yanderes who see darling as a vulnerable being and basically not strong enough to protect themselves. Which gives them incentive to just plop themselves into their lives or just straight up kidnap them. It’s honestly a spectrum of yanderes I’m thinking of. On one end you have Jason, Hawks, etc. And on the other end you have Saitama. Lol it makes me think you know? Btw my thots on this is that they totally show off and tell darling “Hey darling only I can protect you. Got that?”

Aaaa I love these kinds of yanderes who keep a weak lil Darling in a possessive kind of way to protect them: Grimmjow (who can't even understand why he's into someone so weak), Jason Todd, etc

#yandere #thots

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lucifersincentivetosleep · 1 year

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Just replayed chapters 12-16 so my friend could see what happens and like

I am even more confused.

Why did Barbatos drop us in Mammon's room?

What the actual fuck was up with the Levi who walked in on us in Lilith's old room and told us Belphie was playing hide and seek with us??????

Why were there two Lucifer's walking around the HoL???

Why couldn't MC see the door to the attic?

Did Lilith actually lend us her power and thats why we committed mitosis so there where two of us or is that maybe what really awoke our powers??

Barbatos changed REALITY????

Nevermind timeline fucking, man really just decided to change the actual reality we live in. Alright.

Did Barbatos use his powers to copy paste an uninjured us at the bottom of the stairs???

Does that mean that when BB chose the new reality the injured us who hadn't actually died yet got erased or are they just off somewhere dying alone?????

If the us that was at the bottom of the stairs was uninjured does that mean they were healed or that they never got hurt by Belphie to begin with???

Did Barbatos and Diavolo really walk in with all the answers and pretend like they didn't send us to the past to get almost killed when that was completely unnecessary?

Also it really seems like Barbatos just dumped us in a different reality because the dialogue while we're in Levi's room with Lucifer is not the same as the first time we were in there.

And I know we got put at a time where Diavolo hadn't charged Belphegor with treason yet but did he really just show up and act like he had nothing to take accountability for????

Honestly at this point I don't think theres even a way to come up with concrete answers and I don't really want to debate these events so I'm really just screaming at the wall but like

Oh my gosh why did they have to do those chapters like that??? Was it really too hard to have to try and deal with devildom politics to the point a nonsensical time travel arc was the better option? Really?

#screaming into my personal void #incentive's thots #obey me spoilers #we've beat ch 16 with too many brooms just let it die #all of this is rambling nonsense except that MC wasn't dead when they got poofed #the way they're talking about them doesn't suggest mc is dead yet just very injured #while I'm on the subject Lilith hadn't died yet either thats the enitre reason Dia could reincarnate her #because god sentenced her entire being to being erased so if she died her soul probably would have been destroyed on the spot #thats all for my 3 am ted talk goodbye

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justasmalltownwhore · 6 months

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I won't promise anything, anything

I can't promise anything ohh

If I die all alone so be it

If I try hard and everything just falls apart

Nothing left to say

I think about it everyday

Why do we make the same mistakes?

How did we let it get this way?

How did we let it?

Misguided incentives

The distance is setting

Asleep for the sentence

I'm staring at the sun

Your thought is a headache

With no anesthetic

How did we let it get this way?

200 on the dashboard

Almost outta gas now

Going nowhere fast now

Bitches lookin' bad now

I been skippin' classes

I been on that acid

Smokin', never pass it

Makin' money fast now

I can't even smash now

Off a pill gonna pass out

Stomach like a stashhouse

Facedown in the grass now

Damn your heart's got trashed dogg

Peel out hit the gas dogg

New bitch, but she the same as the last thot

I won't promise anything, anything

I can't promise anything ohh

If I die all alone so be it

If I try hard and everything just falls apart

Nothing left to say

I think about it everyday

Why do we make the same mistakes?

How did we let it get this way?

How did we let it?

Misguided incentives

The distance is setting

Asleep for the sentence

I'm staring at the sun

Your thought is a headache

With no anesthetic

How did we let it get this way?

Did you come here to save me

I've been feeling so lazy

Never sure with you maybe

My life: a whole lot of maybes

Staring at the words on the pages

Sitting through a lot of changes

Winter come and the same shit

Sky turning grey like the pavement

Late night's got me pacing

Screen going black and I'm fadding

Feeling a lot of this lately now

Feeling sucks but it chase me now

Demons come from the basement now

Morning was hell but I face it

It's a beautiful day to be wasting

Nothing left to say

I think about it everyday

Why do we make the same mistakes?

How did we let it get this way?

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tom-whore-dleston · 1 year

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Alright so hear me out, what if you wrote for Jessie Williams??

You seem like you’re active on social media so I’m pretty sure you saw everything he’s blessed with. And if that’s not incentive enough, he’s dreamy 😍 fights for equal rights, and has a bit of lisp which is SO cute jsksjs. It can RPF or his infamous Greys Anatomy character (I dont watch the show, but we can call him Dr. Handsome 😉)

Idk tropes, maybe reader comes in for sprained ankle and leaves with his phone number idk girl. You don’t even have to write it all, we can just sit here and thirst 🤣

lmao the minute you said Jessie Williams I was like:

Yes I made this meme just for this post bahahaha

I don’t follow Jesse Williams on IG but it looks like I might have to lol I always thought he was cute on Grey’s Anatomy but omfg they did him sooooooo dirty towards the end of his time on the show 😭😭😭 I really liked Jackson in the beginning but towards the end, it was pretty obvious the writers didn’t give a shit about his character and I wanted to 😡🔪 also I’m surprised they didn’t give him a nickname like they did with McDreamy or McSteamy (I’m unapologetically team McSteamy 🫣) put some respect on my Dr. Avery 😤

Now enough of my Grey's Anatomy rant 😅😅 I haven’t thought about writing for Jackson or any Grey’s characters bc I’ve only had the attention span to watch a few episodes at a time 😂😭 but I love the concept of reader coming in for sprained ankle or some other injury (personally idk if I can write anything revolving around serious injuries or illnesses) and then she gets all shy around Jackson and he’s all flirty with her kffkdkksjssnsndn

lately, I've been wanting to challenge myself by writing for other fandoms/characters/hotties so I'm not entirely opposed to writing Grey's bc lord knows the whole show needs to be rewritten and fixed djhgdjlgh I'd just need to watch more of the show and do some extra research

but I love you for indulging thots that I haven't fully processed before 😘😜

A Thousand Thank You’s Celebration | Ctrl + SOS Sleepover

#a thousand thank you's celebration #ctrl + sos sleepover #20 something | ctrl + sos sleepover #magicxc #emmy my beloved #damn i did not need to go off on grey's anatomy like that 😭#the jerry meme tho dsjghdljghadgh #i'm saving it for future meme moments ahahaha

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themanwhowouldbefruit · 2 years

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its so fucked up how some jobs in my field offer $2 more per hour for english/spanish bilinguality. buddy that's an entire fucking language that's somebody's entire goddamn language it should be $5 more per hour fucking minimum jesus christ

#sorry for this out of place rant #just being sour about some things lol!#ok to reblog i guess #have lowkey thot about studying spanish even tho the monetary incentive is Not There Lol cause the need sure fucking Is There

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synchlora · 3 years

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i think i will get my brother into watching fundy

#he likes coding. i think #hed be impressed by it #he watches techno its not too far of a stretch. especially w the incentive of Cool Coding Shit #dumbass thots

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fmdjoosungarchive · 4 years

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sung vs memories

(all alone in the moonlight)

word count: 801, just the relevant bits

tldr; sung is a basic bitch and i refuse to let him stay that way. lots of yujin mentions

my son is to basic bitch as water is to survival

dont come 4 me if that doesnt make sense i always failed those questions on english tests

i already talked somewhat about what sung’s first thoughts are of what the most memorable parts of his idol life are in a para from the culture complex thing

long story short, he thinks of pre-debut, debut, and bits of their first official year together, including Winning An Award

in truth this is a little bit of a PR answer

they are great and memorable moments to him nonetheless, bc he’s a sappy boi, and loves element with all of his elephant heart, but there are other moments that stick out too

these won’t b ranked bc im rambling here

a memory that’s particularly precious to his heart was when element were first brought together as a full group

in public, sung has never gone into detail about this, though he’s referenced a few times that first official group meeting, basically just that it was shocking to be in a coed group, and that it was a positive time for him

but he also hasn’t gone into detail about why debuting was so special for him

fans assume it’s just because he trained for eight years, and while that’s part of it, there’s also the sides of his self image, and his injury

most of sung had decided that if he didn’t debut, that would be his path, and he’d go back to his old life. conditioning plus belief in his own maturity lead him to think that. but a part of him knew it wouldn’t be that easy for him to give up, because he’d poured so many years, and so much of himself, into the ability to eventually debut

though he felt he at least matched many of the other trainees in skill by that point, he still wasn’t debuting, so the question was, what was wrong with him?

part of what was wrong, at least in his eyes, was that he wasn’t moldable enough. gold star wanted to ‘encourage’ him to further enhance his looks, and for so many years, he’d refused. when he’d suffered his injury, and been basically useless to the company, he gave in to their ‘encouragement’

though he often regrets the decision for moral reasons, having that first meeting, where gold star executives looked him in the eyes and told him he would debut, made sung think he’d done the right thing

then, there’s also the whole ‘meeting the members and being solidified in a group with one of his best friends for the last five years’ thing that helps

another up there memory would be his solo debut

terrible for his nerves as it was, the memory has fond tinted edges in his brain

the fond was definitely influenced by yujin being there for him and showing him support through the process. even if not consciously, he appreciated that his member/s didn’t resent him for taking this opportunity. sung felt, and feels, like yujin knows well that element is always His priority, and that everything he agrees to with solo schedules, is for element’s continuation

he took that energy into his solo debut, and he thinks it was... pretty alright? he’s still critical of himself, especially when it comes to his dancing. ngl when he watches element vids for fun he has to Choose to pay attention to the other members bc if not, he’d just stare at himself and critique himself. great for music videos, for dance practice, but not for entertainment time

anyway in general he views his solo debut as a good period of time in his life, though if he thinks about it too long, he starts thinking of how he got to that point, and the image gold star tried to set up for him, and how miserable he was in pre-prep, and how he had to kiss a stranger against his wishes

but bc he lives in his fantasy world, that’s not often a big issue

life in plastic it’s fantastic

and a third high ranking memorable moment is quite a small one

rather than the entirety of an era or anything, sung thinks of the moments after element’s first ever concert

he daydreams about it, dreams about it

the memory is clear as day (or so he thinks) that he’d walked off stage, and once the performance brain started winding down, his thoughts turned to element, that in only a month, they’d debut in their home country, as an official group. he remembers holding yujin’s hand, tight as can be, thinking that there was no way back from where they were then. element was a group, he was an idol, and they’d be spending many years side by side, continuing to tour just like that night

he was right..... but he’s not as fond of touring as he’d thought he would be three years ago lol

though, despite how his feelings have matured and grown with some experience of being an idol behind him, the memory invades his mind all the time

he hopes some day he can be that genuinely hopeful again

okay im tired i luv sung peace

#fmdtask010 #beth giving me the option of a headcanon slurpslurpslurp #plots ill have to Think more abt tho #it's a rly interesting premise #our dutiful admin rly turned criticism into smth lovely n fun w incentive bless her #i have Thots for the terror children but sung hmhmhmmmm #the one ive Neva made a plots page 4 #self para

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