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Ah, it seems you have found me. Very good, you seem to be quite seasoned in the art of scavenging or you just followed the directions of this so-called, "Pinned Post". Nevertheless, you found me, the Rule Book, and the author of this book expects you to follow the rules stated lest you are blocked without the possibility of an appeal. That being said, please, turn to page two where the rules for this blog are stated.

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Any and all are welcome to this blog, for the author does not limit their work to one or the other. Be it you prefer to be quiet and give a little read, or you like to interact, any and all are always welcome to view the content that is being produced and displayed. The exception to this rule is empty blogs and other bot accounts (porn, spam, etc). Please decorate your blog in order for the author to be sure you are not a bot. Many thanks in advance.

Penalty: Block without the possibility of an appeal. → specifically problematic people and drama starters.

Exception? Yes. Empty blogs do have a chance at an appeal. Your blog must be "decorated" (have a username, profile pic, and brief description in bio) in order to be appealed.

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The author respectfully requests that you do not repost/plagiarise their work on any platform of any kind. Doing so will get you blocked permanently. You are not entitled to their creative work – work that they do not get paid for because they do not have the right to it unless they are commisions. (which they also do not take. Too much hassle.)

Penalty: Block without the possibility of an appeal.

Exception? Yes. You may take inspiration from my work but you must credit me.

☪︎ | ᴠɪᴇᴡᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴅɪꜱᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀᴅᴠɪꜱᴇᴅ.

This blog will contain graphic content rated 16+. Those below the specified age are advised NTI. However, no sort of action will be taken against those with blogs not stating the specified age. The author did their part in warning you. Do be aware that they will not interact with you who are under the age of sixteen regarding this type of content in any way, shape, or form.

Penalty: N/A.

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As stated before, this blog is a safe space for people of various fandoms or those looking around. Absolutely no subjects of real-life events will be shown on this blog and must neither be mentioned by you. Remember that everything written is mere (fan) fiction and should not be viewed/taken as canon. DO NOT harass the author for any headcanons, (possible) ooc writing, etc – it WILL NOT be tolerated.

The author also respectfully wishes that one does not enter the "ask box" to warn them of a certain user. They will not read it. It is acknowledged that you are doing this for the author's own good. However, an outsider's quarrels are not of their concern. The author cares simply for all to simply enjoy what is being written with passion. This is a safe space and must be treated as such.

Penalty (both): Block without the possibility of an appeal.

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Remember that all that is written is done as a hobby by a real person with a real life. Neither of you reading this at the moment are entitled to their content or have the right to demand more. This is a person with a life who chooses to write as a hobby, not a job. They have every right to delete any and all requests should they be feeling under the weather or have personal problems preventing them from properly continuing their writing.

Penalty: Warning but can result in block without the possibility of an appeal should the behaviour go from demanding to harassing.

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ᴘᴀɢᴇ ɪɪɪ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ.

ᴘᴀɢᴇ ɪᴠ

What the...

How is bnha anime of the decade...... they aren’t even anime of the hour of the minute of the second

Dude... what the heck.

There’s a reason why we feel lonely even though we aren’t alone. It’s because loneliness is not about how many friends we have or how many people are in the room with us. It’s a disconnection from others. Being social doesn’t cure loneliness, loneliness comes when there is not a single person close enough to see past the illusion to who we really and what we really feel inside.

That panel of Sans realising has the potential to be a meme

frisk is just a fucking baby. and everyone just monologues at them

Fatherhood? Impossible!

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Fatherhood was a phase unwelcome in the Great Destroyer's endless life. The mere concept of fatherhood clashes with all that he is. He is a destroyer, devoid of any tender and loving feelings, the very things that make up fatherhood.

Fatherhood is a new phase in his life—if not the only new phase in his life apart from being once the hailed Herald of Change and now the feared usurper—the Great Destroyer.

The woman he met once upon time, the woman who sought his knowledge, was barely to be found. She was still present, however, she had matured. All because of this little spawn that belonged to none other than him.

However, despite having matured, it was clear she, too, struggled with motherhood having stepped so suddenly into her life. An invasion initially unwelcome but now... unsure.

Both parents struggled with what is now presented before them. Something which they must (forcefully) accept and it seems as if the mother has taken that first step forward. Whether Burning Spice truly wishes to do so or not, remains to be seen. However, should he not, it comes at the price of his little lamb.

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I got bored and did something.

𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞

Pairings ➤ Curly × Fem!Reader

Content: Angst, Jimmy, Curly choking down his pills

Synopsis: Keeping him sane from the pain is all that you can do.

WC: 710

Note: I'm rather rusty with the writing. It's been a while.

Graphics -> art by @berryboo, “I'm sorry” divider, ××× divider, red lines divider

“Y/N,” Jimmy calls, snapping the nurse out of her thoughts. “Yes?” she answers, looking up at the man as her body tensed up ever so slightly. Her body is always prepared to punch the man in the face especially since everything seems to get worse now that he's in charge.

“He's making those noises again and Anya was the one who shut him up last time. It's your turn now.”

She still couldn't understand how Curly ever managed to be friends with someone as despicable as Jimmy, how he still even considered him a friend even after the blatant display of envy. She couldn't understand him.

Nevertheless “Right, I'll get to it” she didn't question the man and did as he said. She was in no state or mood to fight, especially knowing that there were more important things to worry about and that she couldn't let Curly suffer a second longer than he already has.

She rushed towards the Med-bay where she was met with a groaning and writhing Curly. The sight made her cringe, her skin crawl, and pity the incapacitated captain.

“Hnggrhhhh...” Curly groaned and whined uncontrollably.

The nurse quickly walked towards the table with the painkillers “Yes, captain. I know,” taking out a bunch of pills before hastily approaching his bed.

Curly looked up at her with his one eye still groaning and writhing, pleading despite his lack of words to make the pain end. She looked down at him with pity. This wasn't the captain Curly she knew.

“Yes, I know. I hear you.”

Unlike Jimmy, she was very gentle with handling Curly. She took the courtesy of slightly seating herself next to him so could lift his head just high enough to be able to swallow his pills somewhat easier.

“Hrnhhgg!” despite his squirming, she was able to keep a firm but gentle hold on the man as he then opened his mouth “I know, captain,” and gave him his pills one by one. What followed next was the agonising noise of Curly struggling to swallow his pills along with the jerking of his body. As much as it killed her to witness the sight, she held on to Curly firmly, assisting him and ensuring that he did not choke his pills.

At the end of the gruelling process, she let out a breath she wasn't aware she held. As she was about to lay Curly back down so she could head out, the unmistakable sound of soft, broken sobs reached her ears. Immediately, her eyes snapped down towards Curly, realising that he was... crying.

She did not know what to do or say but she could understand one thing from this moment: Curly did not want to be alone. Despite the mere twitches he was able to make with his body, she noticed his left arm slightly, ever so slightly reaching out towards her, as if begging her to stay.

His one eye remained trained on her and despite the lack of tears, she knew he was trying to cry and sob uncontrollably... but could not because of the pain. It crushed her, “No need, Curly,” but she gently held him in her arms against her abdomen “I'll stay,” gently and briefly caressing his head as she listened to his sobs. Her eyes teared up at the noise... This was not her once trustworthy and responsible captain, no... he was just a man. A broken man. And that hurt to know.

At that moment, it all began to sink in. The agony Curly is in, the likelihood of remaining in space and never being found, the monster that is Jimmy being in charge of things. What would become of Swansea, Anya, Daisuke? What would become of Curly?

What would become of her?

Tears clouded her already blurry vision as her arms instinctively held Curly closer, though it was to comfort herself more or less. Curly's despair forced her to face the reality that is.

“I'm sorry...” and as her tears cascaded down her cheeks, her hand gently caressing Curly's bandaged face as his eye stared up at her, “I'll stay,” she only could promise him that slight bit of comfort she can provide and wait for their inevitable doom...

“I'll be here.”

I can write after months of sitting and running behind my ass and then take a whole year just for the damn title and summary before going back into the thousand year writer's block slumber.

At least I got something out ☺️

writing is hard but coming up with a cunty title and catchy summary will slay even god's strongest soldier

Two years after I left and the fandoms threatens to drag me back once more.

And I honestly couldn't be happier.

Pretty late (maybe) but it’s 2018, who’s still in the Undertale fandom? Don’t be shy! Reblog if you are! No judgement!!

To Tame the Tamer

𓂀 The beast tamer, Smoked Cheese Cookie, requires a stern talking to.

Pairing: Smoked Cheese Cookie × Fem!Reader

Note: He's Affogato Cookie but likeable (not like he isn't but SC is just better).

WC: 817

Graphics: orange 1 + 1.1, orange 2

The beast tamer could not suppress the scoff that emerged from the thought of his "Golden Sovereign" refusing to act, and that she continued to cling to a fallen kingdom. It has been years since the Dark Flour War has passed, and still she fears what can no longer threaten her. The kingdom he has pledged his undying loyalty to, is frozen in a certain period of time, neither evolving or devolving. He, too, is but a mere husk, a cheap imitation of what he once was. 

A figment of her imagination.

And that is the worst insult of all. He, the once great beast tamer of the Golden Cheese Kingdom, reduced to nothing but a mere soul, wandering the ruins of the fallen kingdom. How pathetic. Even the great Gate Guardian is but a soul and nothing more, his strength limited by the coward that insists on continuing this tasteless façade.

She is hopeless. Completely, utterly hopeless. And the mere fact that Mozzarella Cookie and Burnt Cheese Cookie continue to stand by her side and even encourage her delusions is nothing short of infuriating. If only he could get his hands on her soul jam, free everyone of this miserable charade. Yes... He could return this kingdom to its former glory, better it even. The people would be grateful of his deeds, they would all be free of Golden Cheese's delusions, they would no longer have to live as husks, and he would—

“I know that look.”

Curses. Of course someone had to interrupt his line of glorious thoughts. Who would dare to approach him in his private chambers? The Smoked Cheese Cookie? Who—?

“Your greed, Smoked Cheese Cookie, while great, requires its limits. You know what happened the last time you attempted to overthrow Her Radiance.”

Ah... Her. The only one who could, eh, calm him in this state. The only person who could understand his vision even if she disagreed with his ways of going about it. Perhaps that is why he loved and cherished her so, why he would forsake his duties to the kingdom without a second thought for her if she only commanded it. Yes, the love of his life.

"Yes, I remember it quite well, my jewel..." Smoked Cheese Cookie responds, eyeing his beloved from the side.

Ever the gleaming woman. Not even Her Radiance compares to the greatness that is his jewel—his treasure. He could feel himself getting lost in her visage. His eyes that were once filled with a barely contained rage were now calm, the fire in his eyes subdued for only a moment by the only one who could tame him by her mere presence.

“My, you never cease your admiration. Am I truly a sight to behold?” she chuckled into his ear so suddenly.

He had not noticed her move from her spot. Smoked Cheese Cookie was so enthralled by her, so enchanted, that he never once took notice of her walking towards him. She never ceased to amaze him. It is as if he is a beast and she is his tamer. And he is more than willing to comply.

He turned around to face her, feeling his simmering rage die down fully, if only for the time being. “You are more radiant than Golden Cheese Cookie herself, my jewel. You are more radiant than this entire golden kingdom and any jewels or treasures in this cruel world,” he murmured, hand raising to cup her cheek. She smiled at his gesture, her own hand coming up to overlap his before she spoke, her voice soothing the last remnants of his frustration and snuffing out the flames of his fury.

“You tell me that often.”

“For it is true.”

She hummed in response to his words, staring deeply into his eyes, her smile never fading. Pathetic as this façade was, seeing her made it... bearable. She made it bearable. She always did and that is why he would never let her go. He refuses to. Not like how...

No. The war is over. It is no more. All that remained was him and her, alone in his private quarters, her lips closing the distance between his, and then, her taste. His grip on his staff faded, the staff falling to the pristine floor as the hand that held it reached up for her face to pull her closer. She, too, grasped onto him, arms wrapping around his slender but toned waist, pulling him closer.

Her touch was intoxicating, like the finest cheese from the richest cheese fondue. He was losing himself in that richness, his hands roaming her body, and slipping beneath her robes. His hands roamed her body gracefully, his touch filled with need and frustration.

Perhaps this façade isn't so bad after all if it meant having her like this. Perhaps this façade isn't bad at all if it meant having her…

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐉𝐊'𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐮𝐧!

Here, you will find many thing which may be interest, including: rants of a variety of fandoms, fanfiction of a variety of fandoms, and the occasional (rare) art. Do be aware that JK's blog will include darker topics and topics of the dark kind (i.e: gore) so be warned if you are sensitive to such content. Remember, you are responsible for your own consumption!

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