Alright People, Which Set Up For The Tarot Card Masterlists Do We Want?

Talks of kidnapping

Kitsune!Suguru who has never believed in a higher power before. He knows that spirits exist but nothing other than that. He couldn’t help but laugh when others brought up the notion of a person in the sky who could see your every movement.

Kistsune!Suguru who had scoffed when someone had been talking about a saint who was sent by god himself and could heal the sick. It was pure nonsense that someone could heal others, especially humans.

Kitsune!Suguru who climbs the mountain to the monastery where the supposed saint is. He needs to disprove this myth that people are peddling. Not for others, of course, but for his own gain. Maybe he could pick up his they are pretending to heal people and use it to his advantage.

Kitsune!Suguru who is sceptical when he sees you. He had expected someone much older than you. Someone whose hair has gone white and looks like a sage. But you are completely different from what he expected.

A white kimono is draped over your body and a veil over your face. He feels slightly irritated that your face is hidden from him. The only parts of you he can see are the lower half of your face, your hands and a sliver of collar bone.

Kitsune!Suguru who lets you touch him willingly when you ask. He was never a fan of touch let alone from humans but yours has a calming quality to it.

“What ails you?” Your voice rings out like a bell in the large room.

“My leg.” Suguru answers bluntly, waiting for you to give some sort of tell that you were faking your abilities.

Kitsune!Suguru who is proven wrong as the leg he had injured himself was put back into place. He stares at you in pure disbelief as your hand warms his and your brows scrunch in concentration. His leg is fully healed when you look back up at him with a kind smile.

“Is there anything else that hurts?” You say sweetly to him.

Suguru is tempted to break his leg again to make you heal it. Your light and warmth is addicting. He needs more. His mind thinks of all the ways he could steal you away from here to keep your light all to himself. It would be so easy to get past those monks. Suguru wants more of this new found heavenly light he has found in you, he wants more of you.

And he will do anything to get it.

Me every morning: wow I have got to get more unapologetically cringe

If anyone wants to send asks about my fics or anything please do, I am bored out of my mind rn

Blue’s Gardens

“…with freedom, books, flowers and the moon, who could not be happy?” -Oscar Wilde

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suguru wouldn't let you have floor time in peace. no way. if he finds your curled up on the floor he'll pick you up and swaddle you in blankets and put you on the bed petting your hair softly and telling you not to do it again scolding you with a pretty smile on his face

“you don’t believe that sex is the most intimate thing that two can do together?” you repeat sukuna’s previous words with a raised eyebrow, skepticism lacing every word you spoke.

“i had concubines before i was devoted to you. do you really think i see intercourse as something significant?” he doesn’t even spare you a glance, all four of his eyes focused on carefully peeling the fruits resting in the bowl in front of him (mangoes, to be specific. a special order he put in with uraume for you). your eyes narrow at his words.

“so you don’t see intercourse with me as something significant?” that earns you a roll of his eyes.

“i don’t recall those words leaving my lips, woman.” he glances at you with a bored look, already much too used to your antics and the nonsensical conclusions you often pulled from his words (“it’s called reading in between the lines, ryo.” you had insisted. he chose not to debate you on it).

he sighs when you go silent, seemingly waiting for an explanation from him that would fix the small pout gracing your lips. he would’ve let you sulk if you were anybody else, but you weren’t.

“i realize the significance humans place on it now that i am yours, but i partook in the act purely for pleasure before you. it was simply to fulfill my fleshly desires.” he doesn’t need to look at you to know that the frown on your face still hasn’t faltered. in fact, the displeased look on your face probably only deepened upon the mention of him being intimate with other women.

“human customs are foolish, that will never change.” his hand lifts to your lips, a cube of mango held delicately between his fingers. he continues speaking only after feeding you the fruit.

“but if my stubborn little wife sees it as something of importance, then it shall be so.” he says the last part with a sense of finality, as if it was a part of his life that he accepted a long, long time ago.

you contemplate his words for a moment, your posture easing against the lavish pillows of your shared bed. you stall on swallowing the piece of fruit on your tongue, considering a question in that ever curious mind of yours.

“what’s significant to you, ryo?”

he pauses for a brief moment but doesn’t answer, simply bringing another piece of fruit up to your lips (whether the action was out of care or to keep your mouth occupied was unclear).

his lack of an answer was as good of an answer as any, though.

this was significant to him. the way he cut and fed you soft fruit with hands that had slaughtered armies, handling you as if you were made of fine china. never yelling, never arguing.

the king of curses devoted himself to you because deep in his heart he acknowledged his subservience to you.

that is what’s significant to him.

xie lian being weird, unhinged and slightly completely insane is MY favorite dianxia flavor. it's personal to me u all wouldn't get it

A COMINT !!

Drunk!Geto would be so clingy with you. He was brought into the house by Nanami and Gojo and he instantly latched onto you once you opened the door. He would sweetly talk about how much he loved you and how much you meant to him. When you responded to him with the same affection he would get all happy, he also was more bold. Letting his hands run down your hips to grab your ass as he talked to you in a drunk affectionate tone like he wasn’t grabbing your ass. When he got into bed with you, he would keep his head resting on your chest listening to your heartbeat as he hummed. He would lift his head and look at you with a small frown when he felt you try to move away from him. All he wanted was for you to be close to him, even if he was drunk.

I love saying I write for multiple characters then having one obvious favourite who gets more fics then the others