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fr tho why is everything smut😭😭 i wanna read angst that would ruin me, make me sick to my stomach and cry like there's no tomorrow bro i want a fanfic that is so devastating that i won't be able to function for the next few months

𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘮

summary: you see him a handful of times down by the river, washing off the bloodstains from his clothing and hands. you wonder to yourself how he could look so human in such a monstrous act. once he sees you he can’t get you rid of his mind.

paring: sukuna x f!reader

genre: angst, soft love, little bits of fluff, angst with no happy ending

warnings: blood, gruesome death, talks of sex and taking virginity, character death

word count: 7k+

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“Do you intend on staring the entire time?”

The hair on your neck rose, your breath catching in your throat as you hear him call out.

Surely he couldn’t have seen you. You had tried to hide decently well into the background of the forest.

“Your act of concealment is rather pitiful, you know.” His voice disparaged you once more, and from the sliver of opening the bushes allowed you saw him look over his shoulder, staring directly at you as he raised an eyebrow.

“Come out, human.” You, for the first time, hear the real command in his voice, the one that terrified the men in your village, the ones who came back from battle and laid awake at night with it echoing in the solitude of their minds.

You gave it a couple seconds, and when you saw him vanish from the spot he had been near the river bank you panicked, looking around everywhere to see where he had gone.

You felt a rush of air wisp behind you, and you whipped your head around to see a large hand circle around your throat, long, claw-like nails digging into your skin as he effortlessly raised you from the ground.

You felt the voice in your head mock you for your stupidity, the idea alone of spying on the curse everybody feared an idiotic idea. But you were curious, too curious for your own good, and the first time you saw him you were fascinated.

Here he seemed like the monster everybody made him out to be. Blood from his previous victims splattered across his face, red eyes boring into yours as he assessed the person in front of him, large muscles flexing as he turned you around, gawking at you like an animal in a cage.

But the first time you saw him, he drew you in, and perhaps that would be the sole reason for your demise. The sun shone shined splendidly that day, reflecting off the water beneath him, his skin shining bright as he delicately cleaned his dirtied clothes in peace.

You hadn’t meant to run into him that day, but you couldn’t rest seeing him act so human, so normally, after every rumor, you had heard.

You now wish you had listened to them.

“You’ve been here before, haven’t you?” He cocked his head to the side, eyebrow perched as you meekly grabbed at his hand, begging him to loosen his grip.

His eyes trailed down to your gaping mouth, eyes widening with the lack of air, and his grip loosed, dropping you roughly to the ground, giving you a couple of seconds to failingly come up on your arms, coughing as you rubbed weakly at your neck, trying to ease to soreness away.

He dropped down to his knees, crouching down at your side as he waited for you to recover, in no rush as you hacked away.

“I asked you a question.” He reminded you and you fearfully looked up, eyes filled with tears as you weakly nodded, your chapped lips trembling in dread.

“Is that a yes?” His lips upturned in a small and taunting smile, his sharpened teeth gleaming back at you as you gulped, clearing your throat as you tried your best to respond.

“Yes, yes,” You looked at the grass beneath you, anything but the figure of death in front of you, “I have been here before, my lord.“

He kept his eyes locked on yours, his look never shifting from one to the other, keeping natural as if to frighten you even more.

Would anybody care if you had been killed out in the woods today? Would anybody come looking if you went missing?

"Is it you who’s been watching me these past weeks?” He asked, and even on the ground sitting in front of you he shadowed your crumpled form, and you wiped some of the slobber from your lips before you spoke again.

“I apologize, my lord.” Your fingers shook far too much, could he tell? Could he see that your blood was freezing under your skin?

“May I ask what’s intrigued you so much to return?” You feel this breath on your cheeks, his nose close to yours as he leaned in, the air in your lungs seizing as you held it all to yourself.

Your fingers itched to grab the small bundle you had brought with you, the one you had failed to give these past weeks.

He watched the movement, his eyes quickly darting over to the small package concealed in a piece of dirtied cloth.

“Is this yours?” He reached over and grabbed it, examining its shabby shape as you meekly nodded once more, your mouth too dry to give him a proper response.

He glanced back over to you, truly studying you. Your clothes were dirty, mud and dirt clinging to your skin, holes littering the soles of your shoes. Your hair was clumped together and nails were outgrown from their beds.

He had been familiarized with the nearby village, having ransacked it multiple times. He knew the women well, their appearances were far more important than anything else. If you were from there it was obvious you were one of their outcasts, if the skin clinging to your bones would say anything.

He kept an eye on you as you coughed again, blood specking the palm of your hand as you wiped it on your pants, embarrassed and more honestly terrified to look at him, opting to gape at the ground.

He turned the lump of fabric around in his hand, weighing it and sniffing it as if to sense what was inside. A foul smell flew under his nose, and he winced as he quickly went to open it, his inquisitiveness taking over.

The fabric was flimsy and wasn’t tied hard enough, falling away as he peeled it back.

Small tomatoes and pieces of lettuce tumbled out, some parts of them molded as they fell to his feet.

“I apologize, my lord, they are not of the best quality.” You explained and he scoffed, taking the small vegetables and squishing it between his fingers, turning back to you as he took you by the collar, lifting it up so that you would be face to face with him.

“Were those for me?” His head tilted again, a small pout overtaking his smile as he watched you struggle to come up with words to say.

“Have you been watching me these past few weeks just to give me rotten vegetables?”

He watched in clear amusement as you sniffled, your eyes squeezed shut as you nodded, hands quivering as you kept them balled by your side.

“Did that really sound like a good idea to you?” His grip on your collar tightened, and you gasp as he lifted you once more, your feet dangling as you tried to get back down.

Sukuna looked at you, the tears welling in your eyes, the tomatoes, and lettuce as his feet looking back up at him as he strangled you, your fingers weakling attempting to grab at his clenching fists.

“I’m s-sorry,” You choked out, “It’s all I h-had.” Some bloodied spit landed on his face and he grimaced, dropping you immediately to wipe it off.

You couldn’t muster up a groan as you felt your ankle crack from the pressure, only having enough strength to try to crawl away.

This isn’t how you wanted to die, not alone and at the hands of the curse of death himself. Not when you wanted to see the countryside, to sail in those things they called ships. Not on the ground of a forest, you stumbled upon one day, your kind heart killing you eventually.

And all Sukuna did was watch the pitiful scene, eyebrows drawing together as he saw your crumpled form sit at the stump of a tree, your ankle bent the wrong way, your eyes barely open as you went in and out of consciences.

Who were you? Surely not a girl of any importance. He would have already bedded you had you been one. You were poor, perhaps worse than that, yet you managed to bring him portions of your food.

Even in the coldest of winters, he had watched the village chief struggle to give up a third of his meals to honor him, yet an insignificant girl like you who obviously needed the wasted vegetables more than anything was offering it to him.

Should he kill you here? Make it painless? It seemed that your health was already declining, your bloody coughs enough proof for him. He’d be putting you out of your misery if he did it now.

But walking towards you, his nails turned into the claws he was so used to, kneeling down once more to your slumped form, he couldn’t seem to do it.

You couldn’t even lift your head to beg for your life, but you tried to bring up your fist that paled in size to his, curling it around one of his fingers as you tried to push him away.

And his nails were right there, right at the base of your throat, ready to slit, but he felt the little bit of heat as you sickly gripped him, the little tear droplets wetting his skin as he retracted his hand.

He stared at the top of your head, watching as your hand fell to your side, your body too weak to keep it up anymore.

And he grumbled to himself, saying things such that he wasn’t fucking enough people and his mind was going crazy, cupping your knees as he lifted you gently up, supporting your head with the palm of his hand as he brought you back to the village.

He could have killed you even then as he was entering the gates, but you had held onto his shirt so tightly that he could barely lift his finger to do such a thing.

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here, waiting for updates on the 999 fanfics I follow without thinking that people have to socialize, study, work, eat, go to the bathroom and sleep.

summer 2023 is about reading in bed

born too late to get prescribed coke and heroin by my doctor. born too early to experience world peace. born at just the right time to watch Riverdale live on television

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

In the early hours of Monday morning, a 7.8 magnitude earthquake struck southern Turkey and northern Syria. So far, more than a thousand people are confirmed to have died. This figure is expected to rise sharply.

Source: faynstudio on instagram (donation links are on their instagram stories, I was not able to put them here). Please reblog and donate if you are able.

[Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Véra — Joseph Lorusso, Playing Their Song]

Finally a ghost recognises them for what they truly are

I miss you. You, the love I never had.

—Seouldsoul2kpop

So, i was wonderifng if you could prompts for grumpy x sunshine? (scenarios and dialogues)

I haven't found much, and the ones i have found are very short.

I apologize in advance for my bad english, is not my first language.

Have a lovely day/night <3

40 Sunshine x Grumpy Prompts

I tried to make these a little more ambiguous than usual. Please enjoy. And your English is amazing!

WARNINGS: Nightmares, mentioned surgery and medicine.

SCENARIOS:

1) Grumpy is an introvert and prefers to stay at home and away from people. Sunshine is the only one who can get them to go into public. 

2) Throughout Grumpy’s life, they’ve struggled to get along with people due to their quiet nature, but Sunshine doesn’t mind and happily fills the silence. 

3) While Grumpy may not show their love verbally, they give little actions that scream their love. Allowing Sunshine to sleep on their lap, giving them food when they’re hungry, snuggling at night. Sunshine’s happy knowing that Grumpy loves them, regardless of how they show it. 

4) Sunshine’s always been regarded as the innocent, too easy to fool type—next to them, Grumpy doesn’t believe it. The few times that Grumpy had been harassed in front of Sunshine, they stood up for them like it was nothing. 

5) Most kids in school said that they’d be a bad fit for one another just because of how different they were. Little did they know that Grumpy and Sunshine had already been dating for two years. 

6) Sunshine hasn’t been in a relationship before because of their supposed “clinginess”, and Grumpy hasn’t either because of their reclusiveness. Somehow, they work flawlessly together. 

7) It’s been five years since Grumpy and Sunshine’s co-workers took a bet on how long they’d last. So far, they were still losing.

8) Though Grumpy doesn’t like to be touched, they’ll happily allow Sunshine to run their fingers through their hair. 

9) After a soft morning with Sunshine after a sleepover, Grumpy realizes that maybe marriage isn’t such a bad thing. 

10) Sunshine isn’t shining like they usually do, and Grumpy is determined to take care of it. Whatever it costs, and whoever upset them. 

11) Grumpy’s parents pull aside Sunshine to tell them how glad they are that Sunshine met Grumpy. They’d been more happy than they’d ever been because of Sunshine. 

12) Coming home late at night, Grumpy finds Sunshine crying and nearly breaks down. Whenever things get rough, they always trust Sunshine to be the one happy thing in their life. They’d do anything to get their Sunshine back. 

13) After Grumpy gets wisdom teeth surgery/another surgery, they’re loopy and giggly. Sunshine can’t help but wonder if this would be what it’s like to have their roles reversed. 

14) For Grumpy’s birthday, Sunshine bought bright colors on a whim for Grumpy, knowing that there was a low possibility that they’d wear them. But, surprisingly, the next morning they wore them. 

15) In Grumpy and Sunshine’s relationship, communication without words is vital. When in public, Grumpy knows how to say “Let’s get out of here,” without a word. And Sunshine knows how to ask if they’re all right. Nobody can understand how they do it. 

16) Sunshine is uncharacteristically worried about how Grumpy’s parents will react to them dating/being married, but Grumpy assures them if it doesn't go well, then they can suffer with not seeing their child. Because Sunshine’s the best thing that’s ever happened to them. 

17) Trying to pick out a ring for Grumpy, Sunshine goes down the whole list trying to imagine their love with a ring on their finger, and how’d they even propose. Not too fancy, but not too small. Not too loud, but just loud enough that word makes it around. It wasn’t until the last page that they found something that screamed Grumpy. 

18) Grumpy and Sunshine are those kinds of people that can hang around each other and not say a word, but be totally satisfied. It’s not out of the ordinary to see them reading in each other’s company, or playing single-player video games. 

19) Grumpy never knew what love could be defined as. They knew annoyance, and anger, and the hate of losing independence, but never love. Then, they met Sunshine, and every definition made sense. 

20) Dancing has been their thing since Grumpy and Sunshine started dating. It was quiet, full of adoration and always resulted in Grumpy smiling, and Sunshine tearing up at their darling. 

21) Most people don’t understand how Grumpy and Sunshine get along so well, and their answer is always the same. They just understand me. 

22) After (x) amount of dating, people realized that Sunshine is the only one who can make Grumpy not throw hands. 

23) Sunshine is an insomniac due to nightmares, and has been for their whole life. Once Grumpy starts sleeping with them, they only dream of Grumpy’s hands holding them close at night. 

24) When they’re outside, Grumpy likes to always touch Sunshine. Whether that be linking hands or a hand on the back.

25) Since they started dating, midnight drives are what they do on the weekend. After they pull over at a park, Grumpy and Sunshine reflect in each other’s presence. 

DIALOGUE:

26) “Come on, it’s not worth it.” 

27) “I love you, and only you. I don’t care about what anyone else says.” 

28) “I’m not a good fit for you.” “No, you’re a perfect fit.” 

29) “Let’s drive. Our usual?” 

30) “Dance with me?” “Now?” “Always.” 

31) “Everyone is placing bets on when we’re going to break up. Does that not bother you…?” “Why would I worry about what anyone else thinks when you’re right here. Your opinion is the only one that matters.” 

32) “What did my parents say?” “Relax. Nothing bad.” “Oh, thank God.” 

33) “I don’t think I knew what love was until I met you.” 

34) “Is our relationship a game to them?” “People don’t like what they don’t understand—just don’t worry about them.” 

35) “You’re so pretty, Sunshine.” “Thank you, darling, but let’s try that again a few hours when you can see straight.” 

36) “Who hurt you?” “Don’t—” “Who hurt you?” 

37) “Hey, hey, hey, stop crying. I’m here now.” 

38) “I think—I think I want to marry you.” “Oh, my God, are you serious?” 

39) “You’re actually wearing it?” “Was I not supposed to?” “No, no, no! You’re so… cute. So unlike you.” 

40) “No, I don’t want to talk about Grumpy/Sunshine if it’s about if we’ve broken up yet. No, we haven’t broken up yet. Yes, we’re still married. Do you have any other questions now?” 

you are your worst enemy until you learn to treat yourself like a friend. sabotaging your efforts and relationships, convincing yourself no one loves you, not trying because you’re sure you’ll fail, being apathetic to everything is bc you think you’re not good enough. but the truth is you are good enough and you can be the best person you can be if you learn to change these thoughts into self-love and encouragement. listen to your needs and be there for yourself instead of destroying your health or abandoning yourself or your future.

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why do all the words sound heavier in my native language?

—  @metamorphesque, Yoojin Grace Wuertz (Mother Tongue), Still Dancing: An Interview With Ilya Kaminsky (by Garth Greenwell), Jhumpa Lahiri (Translating Myself and Others), @lifeinpoetry

˗ˏˋ☕ˎˊ˗        

North Country, Mary Oliver//Holly Warburton

• The mortifying ordeal of being forgotten.

Danny Castillones Sillada, Those Sweet and Painful Memories // Artwork by @/zhihuie on twitter // V.E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue // Halsey, Angel on Fire // Steve Salo, Forgotten Art // Halsey, Angel on Fire // Sarah Thebarge, The Invisible Girls // Mitski, Working for the Knife // Artwork by @/bekysfairy on ig // Octavio Paz, tr. by Eliot Weinberger, from The Poems of Octavio Paz; “The Prisoner”

— Heaven, Mieko Kawakami

[text ID: I knew that it was cruel to be so optimistic, but, in my solitude, I couldn't resist the urge and spent entire days basking in idiotic fantasies, sometimes verging on prayer.]

Still Dancing: An Interview With Ilya Kaminsky by Garth Greenwell

you never get over your first love, not if its your best friend.

another tommy thought ive not let go this morning is him being w a really talkative girl, and i mean she never shuts up; there's always something on her mind or something she remembers that she just has to tell him! and he listens patiently every single time she speaks, nodding along and adding commentary here and there and everyone is so perplexed by their relationship cos tommys essentially a stoic and hardly ever speaks whereas his gf can just keep going and going!

Growing Up & Losing Friends

Fernando Pessoa, “A Little Larger Than The Entire Universe” | A. Timofeev, “Spring” | Mikko Harvey, “For M” | F. Scott Fitzgerald | Adele “When We Were Young” | Willem Haenraets, “A Letter for Two Friends” | Alain de Botton | Hishaam Siddiqi, “Where Did You Go?” | @honeytuesday | Edward Hopper, “Pensive Lady in Pink” | George R.R. Martin, “A Game of Thrones”

there's something about abandoned paradis and eren that's so sad. it's like reading the story of those who had lived there before, but now all the oddments of their lives—that had once been part of every day—were gone, forgotten along with eren.

Levi x Reader

Angst | Modern - Soulmate AU | 7k words

Summary : being dead since the 19th century, your 200-year-old house in the countryside had been sold to Levi Ackerman. He stumbles upon your old diary and reads it, only to slowly fall in love with you as he continues to read the pages.

Who would have known love could exist between two people separated, not only by centuries, but also by death itself ?

“ —in the next life, where there is no marriage, but where souls find each other through intimacy, may I attain true love. ”

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there's a saying "love at first sight" and i wondered what that meant, but the moment i laid eyes on that man, i knew instantly. even when our hands touched slightly for a moment, my heart skipped a beat. what was that? is this what... first love feels like? we will meet again, right?

i'm so obsessed with them 🥺

baby, please have mercy on me take it easy on my heart even though you don't mean to hurt me you keep tearing me apart

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