[seasaltmemories]

Rosea Puella Year 5

Rating: T

Summary: Whenever she got a moment for introspection, Kougyoku couldn’t help but muse it was like after her first time. The world both seemed radically different from before, but little had really changed. She was now a mother-a title that not even death could erase-but at the core of her being, she was still the Kougyoku that had chosen to run away from her problems instead of facing them head on. A baby had not changed her fundamentally.

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[sugarplumf]

May I ask for some Jukou fanfic you know and can share it to us. I jus recently feel in love with this ship and still have hope for Jukou!

Awwhhh gosh, that’s so sweet that you’re asking me this hahaha. Unfortunately I don’t read many fanfics in general, but I found some that I did read a bit and I liked a lot:

30 Day Challenge by the-angry-blob (a bunch of different prompts and ideas for Jukou!) 

A Princess’ Duty by star-light-memory (really short but cute and super realistic. I can totally see this is how Jukou becomes canon or something similar.)

Weaver Of Sunshine by Koukoi1412 (also a realistic one. shows backstory and follows the Magi plotline pretty well while adding details. i really like this one.)

Childhood Memories by endless-s0ul (super short but cute and leaves you wanting more hahaha)

Since there’s not too many Jukou fanfictions I really want to write some in the future, when I do I’ll post them here ^-^

And continue having hope for Jukou! I and all Jukou fans are with you! :D

[lulucutie12]

Beneath The Sheets (Mature)

Chapter 1

Life was simple.

Judal leaned further into the cushioned chair, suppressing a moan as she worked him with her velvety tongue and soft hands. Just a horny boy enjoying the company of a very pretty girl. Simple.

Except it wasn’t.

Judal wasn’t any ordinary boy. He was Kou Tech’s, the biggest tech firm in the world, most prized employee, a programing prodigy. Koutoku’s puppetmaster wife had discovered him when he was still in pull ups and had taken him under her wing.

And that very pretty girl on her knees was Kougyoku Ren, pawn daughter of the aforementioned Koutoku Ren, the owner of Kou Tech. The same Kougyoku Ren whose engagement had been announced a month ago, to a man that was definitely not Judal.

So life wasn’t so simple. Not at all.

Judal groaned, limbs loosening as he came. Kougyoku coughed and leaned to the side to spit his seed into her father’s waste basket. Breathing heavily, Judal looked down at Kougyoku. She was breathing even harder than he was, her magenta hair and silk camisole disheveled. Her pink lips were still wet with his seed and he fought the urge to pull her into his lap.

He wanted to kiss her.

He couldn’t kiss her.

The two of them only kissed in the heat of moment, when her manicured nails entwined in his jet black hair and his bare hips were pressed against her. There were no lingering touches, no sweet whispers, no kissing during the aftermath. So instead, Judal roughly wiped the hem of his black shirt against her mouth.

“Ow! Stop it, that hurts!” Kougyoku whined, shoving his hand away from her face. He let go of his shirt and smirked down at her.

“Your technique is getting sloppy, Old Hag.” She scowled at him.

“More like someone just couldn’t stop squirming.” He grinned, happy to have an opening.

“We’ll see who’s the one squirming.” The words slipped through his lips seductively as he tugged a surprised Kougyoku into the chair with him.

“Wait, I need to- I, well, just make it fast.” Kougyoku gave up her protests, letting herself get lost in sensation of Judal’s lips on her skin. He trailed kisses down to her collarbone and began roughly sucking on the alabaster skin, earning himself a sharp pinch from the girl.

“You’re going to leave a mark.” she hissed. Judal rolled his ruby eyes, but softened his administrations. Kougyoku rewarded him by nuzzling his neck. His hands had just begun to slip beneath her shirt when they heard the sound of nearing footsteps. Judal froze and Kougyoku’s pink eyes went wide.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” she whispered, her voice filled with fear. “We’re going to get into so much trouble, I told you we shouldn’t have come in here!”

Judal on the other hand, just groaned, annoyed at the interruption. “Just get down and hide, I’ll handle this.” he said, pushing Kougyoku off him and under her father’s desk. A second later, he saw the doorknob turn and in walked the queen bitch in the flesh: Gyokuen Ren.

“I’ve been looking all over for you, Judal.” Gyokuen wore the same smile she always pasted on, but Judal knew she was irritated. “You know, if you’d like an office, I’d be happy to have a lovely one built for you.” Judal leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head and resting his feet on top of the desk.

“I only like offices that belong to other people.” Gyokuen said nothing, only smiled, before something on the ground caught her eye. The tip of a pink twintail peeking out from under the desk. Judal followed her line of sight and mentally cursed himself. Gyoken turned her attention back on Judal, an eyebrow raised. Judal looked right back at her, daring her to say something. The stare-off had gone on for what felt like hours, until Gyoken broke the silence.

“There’s something wrong with the latest code build, no one can figure it out. I need you to come back with me to HQ to help fix it.” Judal groaned loudly, but rose from the chair.

“You guys can’t do anything right.” he continued complaining as he followed Gyoken out the door. Kougyoku waited until she couldn’t hear their footsteps before crawling out from underneath the desk. She ran as quickly as she could to her room, swearing to herself she’d never let Judal convince her to trespass in her dad’s office, or anyone’s office for that matter, again.

Several hours had past before Judal breezed into Kougyoku’s bedroom. The error in the project’s build had actually been quite a tricky one, but that didn’t stop him from repeatedly insulting the other programmers for not being able to figure it out and for wasting his time. He bounced onto Kougyoku’s round canopy bed, stretching himself across the colorful pillows.

“Whatcha doing, Old Hag?” Kougyoku looked at Judal in the reflection of her dresser’s mirror, where she was curling her hair.

“I’m getting ready to go out to dinner. Which dress do you like better?” she asked, gesturing towards the garments hanging on the doors of her walk-in closet.

“The lace one.” Judal replied. It was a baby blue color. He liked her in blue, she was pretty in blue. “Where are we going?” She rolled her eyes and giggled.

“You’re not going, just me.” Judal’s teeth clenched and he fisted the sheets of her bed.

“So you’re going with him.” Kougyoku swiveled around in her chair to glare at Judal.

“He is sweet and intelligent and charming and absolutely perfect! Stop making digs at him all the time! If anything, you could learn a few things from him!”

“If he’s so fucking great, why are you fucking me instead?” Kougyoku slammed her curling iron down on the dresser’s surface.

“You’re a jerk, Judal.” She stood up and moved to go lock herself in her private bathroom, but Judal grabbed her wrist as her fingers closed over the knob.

“C’mon, don’t get so mad Old Hag.” he whispered, pressing her into the door. “Ditch that idiot. I’ll take you out and I’ll even treat you to that ice cream place you love.” Kougyoku rolled her eyes, but didn’t push him away.

“I think you like that place even more than I do.” she said softly, running her fingertips under his shirt. He groaned and loosened the knot of her dressing robe.

“Just shut up for a little bit, Old Hag.” he said, as he pressed his lips against hers.

“Hey Gyoku! You decent?” Kouha’s voice cut in from outside the room. Kougyoku pushed Judal off her and told her brother to wait a second, before pulling on the lacy, blue dress Judal had chosen. Judal sighed and rested on Kougyoku’s bed again, admiring her appearance out of the corner of his eye.

“Okay, you can come in now,” she called, pulling a sheer white shawl over her shoulders. Kouha strolled in, unfazed by Judal’s presence in his sister’s room.

“I just came to tell you Sinbad is downstairs waiting for you. You look really pretty by the way.” Kougyoku blushed and thank her brother.

“Can you tell him I’ll be a few minutes?”

Kouha nodded and made his way out of the room. Judal trailed after him, but stopped and turned to Kougyoku right before leaving.

“Have fun with your fiancé.”

[miru-p]

For @katayoku-no-tenshi7  ❤

[ms-wolfsbane]

I wonder if in the period of time of the latest chapter of SnB, Judar and Kougyoku already met each other…

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Found this, love the art style~ My fave shipping couple <3

[cygnuscadenza-deactivated202110]

Judar and Kougyoku may at times act like spoiled brats but that doesn’t make them any less wonderful. If nothing else, they depict how a person can be so powerful and yet so flawed.

[dera-chan-deactivated20180118]

I will never ship Alakou. NEVER! You have to forcefully take Jukou away from my cold dead hands.

[teamsevenn-deactivated20140308]

大切な人 | ぐら＠goma

[yukulele-deactivated20190729]

My Favorite Smell

Original

Yeah I see that typo… I didn’t save a working copy so yeah…can’t win erryday. Man, Kougyoku is cute though. Right? Stay away.

[saki-daimon]

[Source]

[nianma]

[komaedas]

らくがき詰め詰め

[reikotanaka]

♢ 【針三千本】+α | HIGE 

[xpandachuy]

2B  or Not 2B?

Set in modern times Kougyoku, a junior in college, convinces her brothers to allow her to live on her own. Little does she know that her next door neighbor, Judal, would turn her life upside-down.

Chapter 1

[writersnoonereads]

Vincent James O’Sullivan (1868-1940) was an American-born writer of macabre stories and Decadent poetry. Oscar Wilde, after having read O’Sullivan’s poems, commented: “In what a midnight his soul seems to walk! and what maladies he draws from the moon!”, and such a remark aptly characterizes most of O’Sullivan’s oeuvre.

It was in Montague Summers' The Supernatural Omnibus (1931) that I first noticed O’Sullivan’s artistry. His stories—even in a collection that includes such figures as J. Sheridan Le Fanu, Bram Stoker, Vernon Lee, and, one of Crowley’s cronies, William Seabrook—immediately stood out for their delivery, if not their content. O’Sullivan’s prose is vivid, flowing, and capable of deathly sudden twists. His most widely anthologized story, "When I Was Dead", was described by Robert Aickman as a “spasm of guilt”, “sudden and shattering”; Aickman included it in The Fourth Fontana Book of Great Ghost Stories (1967), a long-running series he edited. However, that story is quite mild in comparison to some of O’Sullivan’s others. A few of my favourites are "Hugo Raven’s Hand", "My Enemy and Myself", "The Bars of the Pit", and the novella-length "Verschoyle’s House".

For more about Vincent O’Sullivan, see:

Jessica Amanda Salmonson’s essay, "A Fallen Master of the Macabre"; it is from the introduction to Master of Fallen Years: The Complete Supernatural Stories of Vincent O’Sullivan (London: The Ghost Story Press, 1995). (Note: the book is very hard to come by, only 400 were printed, has a creepy cover, and it contains his rarest story, “The Monkey & Basil Holderness”, which I am desperate to read.)

"Vincent O’Sullivan: Unstrung Second Fiddle", an essay that compares him to other Decadent poets, and discusses in detail his story collection A Dissertation Upon Second Fiddles, which is said to read like an English Léon Bloy.

Archive.org has the story collection Human Affairs, and the Decadent “prosetry” of The Green Window. Unfortunately, their scan of Sentiment, his second of two novels, is the edition without the stories, and they don’t have his first novel, my favourite, The Good Girl. (I hope to add some of his other works to Archive.org.)

Horror Masters is a good resource for stories of the supernatural, of Vincent’s, it has: "Will", "The Business of Madame Jahn", "The Interval", "Master of Fallen Years", "When I Was Dead", and "The Burned House".

(Image: the frontispiece was done by the talented Aubrey Beardsley; the drawing does not look to be his most inspired work (see Stanley Weintraub's Beardsley for why =]), but do take a look at this collection.)

[bookpickings]

The Memory of an Elephant: An Unforgettable Journey

Sophie Strady

The Memory of an Elephant – a most unusual children’s book for lovers of mid-century design