This is a blog for the things that I write when the inspiration strikes me. I will also be giving out writing prompts! Feel free to send in your own writing prompts that you wish to see.
Contains: Fluff, mentions of smut, intimate flirting
Prompt: Reader runs a bakery and a monster with a huge sweet tooth they know by name and have a crush on is a regular. A customer comes in and is making reader uncomfortable by saying gross things and their regular walks in.
Carlton. A wonderful and devoted regular at your small bakery. He would come in every morning for a donut or two. He would smile at you and make small talk before he had to leave. Your conversations would only last for a few minutes, but to you they seemed to last a lifetime. The way that the sunlight would catch his yellow eyes always kept you mystified. Carlton was the kind of man of you had always dreamed of, kind, sweet, funny, and with a good body. However, you knew someone like him would never return the affections of a man like yourself. You always held onto the hope that he would, it kept you sane through the long hours between waves of customers.
One sunny day, the bell rang above the door and you looked up, expecting to see Carlton. It wasnât Carlton, instead, your eyes landed on an incubus. He strode up to the counter and gave you a sly and slightly unsettling smile. âGood morning, dear. Iâd like to place an order.â You forced a smile on your face and nodded. âOf course! What are you interested in?â The incubus drags his tongue over his teeth. âI donât suppose that youâd be an option?â Your cheeks tinted a light pink from the nature of his comment. âExcuse me?â He chuckled low in his throat. âI wouldnât mind leaving some marks on that pretty skin of yours.â You shifted your weight, growing a tad uncomfortable. He continued, âIâd love to see you squirming beneath me as a moaning, sweaty mess.â
You were highly perturbed and wished that heâd cease in his filthy attempts to flirt with you. âPlease stop.. youâre making me really uncomfortable..â you muttered, breaking out into a cold sweat. He merely clicked his tongue in disappointment. âAw, why not?â He chuckled again. âYou should feel honored. I would love to hear you screaming beneath me.â The incubus licked his teeth again once more. He placed a hand down on the counter and leaned forward on it slightly, grinning mischievously. Things were quickly escalating and you were looking for some form of escape.
You were about ready to reach for the phone and call the police, perhaps push the panic button under the counter. Suddenly the uneasy silence between the two of you was interrupted by the tinkling of the bell above the door. You looked up and were tremendously relieved to see that Carlton stood in the doorway. You gave him a panicked smile. âHey Carlton!â The quiver of fear in your voice was impossible to hide and Carltonâs brow furrowed in concern. This of course angered your now very unwelcome customer, who had seen that your attention was now on Carlton and drawn away from him. âDonât ignore me you rat! Iâm much better than that flea bag!â he growled as he slammed his hand down on the counter, earning a startled yelp from you and an aggressive growl from Carlton.
âYouâre clearly making him uncomfortable you uncultured wretch!â He squeezed the shoulder of the demon in a very tight grip. âYou best move on with your nasty self before things get ugly..â The incubus scoffed and rolled his eyes, turning on his heel and exiting the shop, muttering the whole way to the door. Once he had gone, Carlton turned to you. âAre you alright?â he asked, concerned. You faced him and smiled weakly. âI am now thanks to you..â Carlton sighed softly and returned your small smile. âThereâs something that Iâve been meaning to ask you..â His statement caught your attention fairly quick. The handsome wolf, now nervous, shifted slightly in his place, yellow eyes catching the light like always. âWould you like to go out with me? Like, on a date?â
You let a sweet and goofy smile creep onto your face as you nodded in acceptance of his request. âOf course! Iâd love to.â Carlton seemed to be a bit taken aback by your acceptance. âReally? I was kind of expecting a more negative reaction and rejection..â You shook your head and laughed softly, a light blush dusting your freckled cheeks. âIâve been wanting to ask you out too but I never had the balls to do it.â Carlton gave a dorky little grin and ran a hand through his hair. âSo, I guess Iâll pick you up Friday, then? Around eight maybe?â You nodded and watched with a dreamy smile as he walked out. Friday huh? You hoped that you could find something to wear.
Hi guys, since I have absolutely not a penny to my name right now, I'm opening up some emergency photobash commissions. They will bust shots only and EXTREMELY CHEAP at only $5 each. I need funds so that I can feed myself for the week seeing as my expenses are very tied up this month that I was unfortunately not exactly prepared for.
THESE WILL BE ENTIRELY AI FREE BECAUSE FUCK GENERATIVE AI
Below I've attatched two examples of photobashing that I've done within the last couple days. I can do OCs, canon characters, whatever you like. If you're interested please please please DM me and if you can't spare the change or aren't interested, please at least reblog this post so that it can reach more people. My current payment methods are going to be PayPal and Cashapp.
This is an OC x Canon pairing. The trope? Mission gone wrong. :]
Word count: 1465
If you like what I write for my OC x Canon pairings or what I write in general, I may consider opening commissions for Canon x Reader one shots.
It was raining, that much Seiji knew for sure. He could feel the droplets landing on his face and sliding down his skin and dripping off of his chin. It wasnât chilly per say but you definitely wouldnât want to stay outside in this weather for too long. Unfortunately for Seiji, he was stuck out in this weather fighting to exorcise a cursed spirit for an assignment that was proving to be more trouble than it was worth. He was on his knees, head bowed in prayer with his beads clutched tightly in his hands and muttering his prayers with fervor. His job was to increase the cursed energy output for his fellow sorcerers as they fought, focusing on a mantra to protect those around him from harm.
âOm Muni Muni Mahamuni Shakyamuniye Svaha Om..â his voice droned on and his body was swathed in the aura of his cursed technique.Â
Divine Aid allows Seiji Yamamoto to extend his ample amounts of cursed energy to other sorcerers around him within a set radius of 6.5 meters, or about 21 feet; thus giving them a buffer to their own cursed energy output and raising it for as long as they remain within the area of effect radius the technique of course being stronger the closer one is to Seiji. Should they leave this radius, the effects will diminish after 3 minutes have passed.Â
He had transferred to Tokyo Jujutsu High from the Kyoto sister school some months back and was just now being sent out on assignment with his new classmates. Of course being blind Seiji couldnât see what was happening around him and was instead relying on his hearing to keep him relatively safe as well as his classmates. He had used his Ten Shadows technique to summon Divine Dogs to stand guard around him as the battle raged on around him and he was quickly reaching the threshold of his technique, seeing as his cursed energy was almost depleted by now and he knew he couldnât hold it much longer.
Several things then happened in rapid succession. First, Maki could be heard screaming with alarm and shock. The cursed spirit was doing something unexpected, it was changing and was likely no longer a grade 1. Second, rapidly approaching booming steps that were headed right for Seiji. Third, Inumaki was shouting at Seiji.
âSeiji, run away!â
The command felt like a jolt of electricity shot through his body and up his spine, forcing Seiji to stop what he was doing and get to his feet, body being propelled by a will that was not his own. This was clearly a dire situation if the blind man was being told to haul ass and get the hell out of dodge. Grabbing a hold of Divine Dogâs collar, the bell attached tinkling in response to the action, Seiji allowed the shikigami to lead him away from the danger, running to keep pace with the creature. However there was a major flaw in this escape plan, the terrain that they were on was obviously uneven and it was hellbound on trying to trip the monk up by trying to make his feet catch on exposed roots and felled branches as he moved.Â
Without warning, Seiji felt his feet lift from the ground and his body ascending into the air and the sensation of something solid wrapped around his waist. It seems that the cursed spirit had evolved a new set of prehensile limbs that could stretch out and grasp its prey. With the whooshing of wind through his hair and filling his ears, the young sorcerer found himself being thrown through the air and feeling weightless for a brief moment; branches and leaves whipped against his face and likely caused him some scratches and surface level abrasions before he felt his body made hard and sudden contact with something solid.
All he could feel was the devastating pain throughout his entire body from making contact with what he could only assume was the thick trunk of a large tree. He was left winded as his form slumped over and crumpled at its base, making breathing difficult and every breath was sharp and agonizing. Ribs were definitely broken, possibly even his arm which rendered it useless to summon any shikigami to his aid. Tears blurred what little vision he had and Seiji could barely hear his classmates screaming and shouting over the ringing in his ears. All he could feel was the rain, how gently it fell on his skin and smeared his white makeup and made his eyeliner run in messy streaks down his face.Â
He knew he should fight to remain aware and present but that was a battle he could not win as he succumbed to the suffocating embrace of unconsciousness, the sounds of his surroundings fading as he slipped away.
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An unknown amount of time had passed before Seiji found himself regaining consciousness and finding his body in immense pain, raising a hand to his forehead in an attempt to stop the sensation of his head spinning. His groans of discomfort were enough to alert someone who must have been sitting close by because he heard the scraping of chair legs and shuffling footsteps approaching his bedside. Someone grabbed his hand and started tracing letters feverishly onto his palm and he smiled softly.Â
âCalm yourself, dear friend. I am okay.âÂ
He was met with a quiet grumbling of discontent with his answer and a disgruntled, âBonito flakes..â the voice was hoarse and Seiji raised his hand to Togeâs face to caress his cheek and rub his thumb over the apple of his cheekbone structure. âNow now, you really shouldnât be using your voice.. judging by how you sound, you pushed yourself too far in dealing with that curse. Please take better care of yourself, my dear friend.âÂ
âCaviar-âÂ
Seiji couldnât help but laugh aloud, the sound warm and joyous but interrupted by a wince of pain as breathing very much did still hurt. More footsteps could be heard and the voice of Shoko Ieiri reached his ears, the sound soft and delicate but lightly marred from years of chain smoking.
âYouâre awake, thatâs good. You were pretty banged up when Inumaki came rushing in here about..â the shuffling of papers could be heard.Â
âFour days ago now. That special grade really messed you up good, practically left a Yamamoto shaped dent in the trunk of that tree. I was worried that you werenât going to wake up for a bit there.â Her steps approached the bedside and Seiji could feel her cold fingers pressing against the inner side of his wrist to check his pulse as she looked at the watch on her wrist to keep count.Â
âHow do you feel?â
âIâm in a lot of sharp and throbbing pain but much more manageable than when I first made contact with that tree.â Shoko nodded and hummed gently.Â
âListen Iâm going to keep you here to monitor your healing process, might need to use my reverse cursed technique again though if the pain doesnât improve.âÂ
Seiji nodded in understanding and was left with Inumaki so they could have some time together. His palm was traced on again and Seiji was able to better understand what was being said this time now that the letters werenât so jumbled and frantic.
âIâm not going anywhere, I will stay right here with you. This was my fault.â
âHow was this your fault? You couldnât have known it would attack me like that and you certainly couldnât have anticipated that it would focus on me.â
Inumakiâs hands trembled as he traced his response on Yamamotoâs palm slowly, the sensation heavy with guilt and anxiety.
âSwore Iâd never do that to you. Doing it got you hurt. My fault. Curse chased fast moving target. Shouldnât have made you. Sorry, so sorry, my fault..â
Seiji clasped his hands around Togeâs trembling ones and smiled warmly up at him, focusing his eyes on the trembling white blobby shape that he knew was Inumakiâs white hair. âItâs alright, dear Toge. I am in one piece. I have survived this ordeal. I will be okay. This isnât your fault, and I doubt that Maki would be able to resist giving you a smack upside the head if she knew you were treating yourself so harshly.â he gave a soft chuckle, wincing at the effort it took to push the sound from his lungs.Â
âWe are still here together, we will grow stronger together from this experience. And we will become better sorcerers for it. You wonât be getting rid of me so easily, Toge. We are in this together. Always.â
So here's another angst blurb, this one also impacts my OC Yuu Nouma mentioned in my last post.
**SPOILER UNDERNEATH CUT**
This angst post is about when Yuu was informed of Suguru Geto's passing. Something you all need to understand is my stance on Geto thanks to my media literacy. My stance is that while yes, the things that he did were horrible, they only happened due to a broken system that does not see sorcerers as anything other than mere tools.
Yuu had gotten home after having come back from spending time overseas, helping sorcerers out in the states with a particularly persistent problem and had just now managed to make his way back to Japan after about a month. When his phone started ringing and he saw Satoru's face on his phone he smiled, hitting the receive button and lifting the device to his ear.
"Satoruuu! I'm back, did you miss me?~"
"Suguru is dead.."
Those words hit him like a sucker punch to the gut. His face paled and his throat went dry, and he could only listen as Satoru went on to explain what had happened in the month that he had been gone. The cult activity becoming more busy, the appearance of Yuta, figuring out Rika, Geto's attack on the school, his subsequent defeat in battle and ultimately his death.
"I told him how much we both loved him, that we didn't blame him for what had happened, that we would never see him as anything other than our husband and asked him if he had any last words before he died.." Satoru's voice was strained as he spoke, and Yuu knew he was trying to keep his tears from falling.
"You should at least curse me at the end.."
The man couldn't stop his shaking breaths nor could he stop the tears that welled up in his eyes as he stood there. He swallowed and it felt dry and heavy. He walked over to the couch and collapsed onto it, his legs finally giving out from under him. This was really happening, his husband had died and in a twisted sense he was glad. Glad that Suguru was no longer suffering at the hands of such a cruel world, that he was finally at peace.
"Thank you for telling me, Satoru.." his voice broke as he responded to his surviving lover, sobbing into the phone. He could only whimper as Gojo told him he wouldn't be home until later that evening and that he really regretteed not being able to be there for him just yet. After all he needed to be there to fill out dreadful amounts of paperwork, but that he'd be there as soon as possible.
He promised Yuu that when he got there, they'd spend as much time together as they could to mourn Suguru, and that he'd pay for all of the expenses to have Geto properly taken care of whether monetary or not. Yuu thanked him through a hoarse voice and hung up the phone with a meak, "I love you," before he dropped his phone onto the coffee table, falling onto his side and weeping into one of the throw pillows.
I got spoiled for some of the future events of Jujutsu Kaisen and a major character death. This little blurb is about that character death and how it would impact my OC Yuu Nouma. A little information about him is that he is a Second Year teacher at Jujutsu High, a curse speech user, and is well versed in cursed tools. He doesn't know how to use Shoko's reversed cursed technique but he has learned to use it in practice. The most of a wound he's ever been able to heal are akin to scraped knees and paper cuts.
**SPOILER UNDERNEATH CUT**
Yuu Nouma is romantically involved with both Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto. I have another angst blurb lined up after this one. If you haven't figured it out by now, the major character death is Gojo. I know how he died, and the fact that he does die, but nothing other than that so I've chosen to take some liberties in what happens. Please do not give me specifics under this post about what actually happens in the scene and just enjoy the hurt :)
It wasn't happening, it couldn't be. This was impossible. But here he was, Yuu was staring at the bisected body of his beloved husband laying in the rain and blood soaked streets of Japan. It was all so quiet, everything was so distant as he wandered over to the body. It seemed so surreal, his skin left so pale and lifeless, his guts spilling out onto the asphalt, and his eyes; oh god his eyes, they were so.. dull and lifeless.
That's when he snapped back into the present, his eyes welling with tears as his head snapped up towards the sky and he started to scream. It was such a horrid and sorrowful sound, filled with such raw emotion like the cry of a wild deer mourning its departed mate. After everything that Yuu Nouma had been through in his lifetime, outliving both of his husbands was not something he ever had considered happening to him.
He dropped to his knees, his hands placed on the chest of Satoru Gojo; the strongest sorcerer who was now dead before him. Everything around him fell silent as cursed energy flared up within his body and he pressed the palms of his trembling hands against Gojo's pectoral muscles, forcing the energy into his corpse. And slowly, ever so slowly, the flesh began to knit together and some of the color returned to his skin, and Yuu was screaming the entire time.
His words were imbued with cursed energy, cursing the world for taking his beloved from him, for being so cruel to the students he was tasked with nurturing and protecting, for letting something so evil go unchecked, vowing revenge on the same corrupted system that had taken Suguru from him and now Satoru as well. And when he couldn't scream any more, he looked down at the body below him, feeling a spark of hope at seeing what he had done with the reverse cursed technique lessons he had been receiving from Shoko, that it had actually worked.
Then Yuu looked to those eyes that had still been open, hoping to see the life return to them, to see them blinking up at him and sparkling once more. That this would all be better, that Satoru would still be here, that he wouldn't be left with nothing, utterly and painfully alone in this cruel world once more.
But his hopes were dashed when he saw how empty they still were, the irises no longer swirled and danced in the light like they had done so before; they merely stared blankly up into the cloudy grey sky. And he broke then, leaning down to press a trembling and tear filled kiss to his lips, to slip his eyes closed, pulling his body close to his own to brush his hair from his face as he sobbed openly.
In his mouth he tasted blood, he had overdone it again. And he had lost the love of his life again..
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Morning everyone. I just wanted to say smth I saw on TikTok to y'all about how grief and depression go hand in hand.
Talk about it if it keeps you here.
There's no such thing as talking about mental health too much, talking about your struggles too much, talking about your loss or grief too much. If that's what's keeping you here, helping you heal, helping you get through the day, talk about it. Talk about it so you stay.
To the public you're a legendary hero who arrives only when the fate of the world hangs in the balance. In reality you just can't be bothered unless the threat effects you personally.
Paring: Kaeya x Albedo
Contains: Fluff, comfort after a night terror, positive affirmations
Warnings: None
Prompt: Kaeya awakens from a vivid nightmare pertaining to the events leading up to his receiving of his vision
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It was dark, cold, silent. The rain was the only thing he could discern in the vast void of this memory. Then it started again, he was still but a child as he witnessed the last few moments between father and son that was his brother putting their father out of his brutal misery. Tears welled in his eyes as found himself standing in front of his brother once more, the rain soaking them both through and the blood of their father on Dilucâs clothes. He felt the lump in his throat rising once more as he was faced with telling his brother the truth for the umpteenth time in this hellscape that was his own mind.
The clashing of their blades, the searing pain in his right eye, the burst of Cryo energy that surged from the tip of his sword. It was all happening again so fast. The next thing he knew was he saw Diluc walking away, growing distant from him. Kaeya fought against an unseen force to reach out for his brother, wanting to say so many things but unable to make a single sound. He felt like he was drowning, being pulled deeper and deeper into the abyss, into the cold and unfeeling void.
Kaeya gasped as he opened his eyes, his body drenched in sweat and his lover no longer sleeping in the bed next to him. Albedo was wide awake and holding Kaeyaâs hand in his own as concern creased his features. âMy love, was it another night terror?â he asked gently, frowning when Kaeyaâs eyes filled with tears. Albedo sat up so he could prop himself against the pillows as he pulled Kaeya closer, bringing the captainâs head to rest on his chest. âItâs alright my love, itâs okay.. it was just some bad memories, what matters is that youâre here with me, that youâre safe in my arms..âÂ
Kaeya held onto the alchemist, sobbing silently into his shoulder, the motion causing his body to tremble. He whimpered gently as he spoke through his tears. âIt felt so real.. it felt like I was there again, just a scared little kid..â Kaeya felt Albedoâs hand in his hair as he brushed through it a few times as a gesture of comfort. âI know it does, Kaeya. You are not in any danger here with me, you are my sweet loving captain. You are not that scared little boy any more.â Albedo placed a few gentle kisses to Kaeyaâs tear stained face.
Kaeya eventually managed to get his breathing under control again, sighing softly as he held onto his lover. âAlbedo, Iâm sorry for always waking you with my nightmares..â Albedo gently shushed Kaeya, kissing his forehead. âNonsense my sweet songbird.. itâs important to me that you feel safe and comforted in your times of utter distress.. I wouldnât make for a very good boyfriend if I didnât care now would I?â Kaeya gave a soft chuckle and he nodded. âYeah, youâre right..â Albedo soothed Kaeya until the captain was starting to drift off again.Â
âNow, letâs get back to sleep, yeah? Klee has been really excited about this picnic you have planned for the three of us in the morning.â
A mark on your forehead identifies the god you must worship to stay alive, usually by joining its local church or temple. Your mark is unknown, meaning an old, forgotten god sponsored you. To survive, you must either find an old temple to worship at, or do the arduous task of building a new one
Nobody in your small coastal village has ever seen the Godmark that you were born with. Itâs a dark russet sequence of criss-crossing lines, with a vertical arrowhead on the left and a circle on the right, just over where your brow meets your temple. Some of the traders who come down from the mountain say it looks like one of the scripts used in the hinterlands, but not a language that any of them recognize.
âIf sheâs got the temperament for it, she should try her luck inland,â they advise. âNo point her starting a temple here if sheâd find her people elsewhere, with a little searching.â
At first, your parents are reluctant to send you away. Though youâre well-behaved and diligent in your chores, youâre a sickly child with no God to worship. And besides, youâve always been the dreamy typeâinclined to lose track of time watching the path of rain droplets chasing down the window, or the fronds of an anemone as it sways in a rock pool.
Instead, they send you to the temple of the Storm to learn all youâll need for your own God. You are happy there, for a time: making up beds and serving food to the castaways who pass through, keeping vigil at the lighthouse, burning incense and praying with the loyal widows and orphans of the drowned.
One such widow, an old, old lady, touches the mark on your forehead. âI recognise those letters. We wrote this way in the town where I grew up, way off past the mountains.â
Your heartbeat quickens. âWhat does it say!?â
She squints, eyes engulfed by wrinkles and hidden behind smudged glass. âA⊠Ar⊠Oh, I canât remember how to speak it. I left before I learnt my letters properly. There was a war, you know. But I remember,â she says, mistily, âthe most beautiful pink and white flowers used to grow, on the borders of the wheat fieldsâŠâ
You try to ask more questions, but remembering the war distresses her, and so you speak of other things. When sheâs drifted off to sleep, you get to your feet, go home and tell your parents: you are leaving in search of your God.
Your friend built a cloning machine and decided to show you how it works. You watch them step inside and see both them and their clone step out. You decide to be a troublemaker and ask who is the clone.
Police departments and communities across the U.S. are on high alert after white supremacist groups declare Feb. 25 a "Day of Hate."
of course I haven't seen people talking about this, if you didn't know about this, or find this surprising, you haven't been paying attention to the state of Jewish life in America, yes this is scary and extreme but the Jewish community has been under siege for quite some time, the twitter thread where I saw this link is full of Jews talking about their Synagogue shutting down this weekend or moving Saturday services somewhere else....
Your class is 99% sure your history teacher is a vampire but no one rats her out to the authorities because they make class genuinely fun and interesting
Youâre a novice demon whoâs just managed to convince a human to give up her first born In exchange for eternal youth. You only did this because it seemed like thatâs what everyone else was doing, but now youâre unsure what youâre supposed to do with the infant and itâs a bit too late to ask.
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