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I've been dealing with a lot of health issues and I caught a very bad strain of something so I've been rather miserable! I'm getting better so hopefully I'll be back to writing soon!

Once In A Millennia...P1.

The days had begun to blur into one incoherent mess.

That wasn't too out of the ordinary. You couldn't be expected to remember every moment of every day, not when you had several lifetime's floating around between your synapses. The mundane and monotonous would naturally be forgotten to make room for the impactful and important memories. The one's you hold onto like your life depends on it and maybe in some way it did, life was mysterious in its ways.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that you had seen everything. Every advancement in every field from science to medicine, going from horse-drawn-buggies to vehicles and letters to text messages. Safe to say that nothing was a surprise anymore. What was life's great surprise now? In a thousand years you had seen and experienced everything, from the divine to the depraved.

Wooh, its my birthday! Officially 25! First quarter of my life!

Could I get my first Bakugo or Sukuna anon for a present? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Suffering from baby fever thoughts in between fics...

Kith kith kith 😚 Have them all!

Prompt Idea:

You lived other a thousand years ago in the golden age of sorcery as (Y/N) Ryōmen. Sukuna Ryōmen's other half in the prime of his life. Your life forces bound together through an old ritual you two preformed on your wedding day...

After his demise and the subsequent change into a cursed spirit you remained, mystified how you could be alive while he wasn't...

Era's changed, time went on, and living among humans and sorcerers was easy when your husbands existence was considered nothing more than a fairytale. Until one day you felt it. One of his hands on the dip of your spine, his hot breath against the back of your neck, his shadow casting across yours...

He had been resurrected and it was only a matter of time until he comes to claim you again.

Okay so...I have been having thoughts, don't perceive me...

Viking!Kirishima who has long hair. Its a symbol, his pride hinges on having hair. He's well-groomed first off, having long luscious hair is a symbol of his wealth and stature in the Viking world. Its said he dyes his hair with the blood of his enemies and thats partly true, he uses beets and crushed flowers to get his hair to that beautiful red shade but being a warrior he does get covered in blood.

Viking!Kirishima who let's you play and braid his hair to your hearts content. Putting it up in a bun before battle so it doesn't get in his eyes or weaving clasps through the strands for an upcoming feast. Sitting on his massive lap, him grinning in contentment while you braid beads and even gems into his hair. He always shows your work off as if Freyja herself came down to Midgard to design his newest hairstyle.

Viking!Bakugo who is the most feared King in all the North, who has taken the crown of every Jarl and melted it down for his own. A man who is said to be blessed by the Æsir. Famed to be a son of Odin, why else would people say he has a dragon? Who else could tame the spawn of Fafnir and fly through the skies like a hawk?

Viking!Bakugo who lives by the code of "you keep what you kill". Who raids and plunders village after village for entertainment and to conquer, whatever he finds is his. By right.

Imagine being a servant to a cruel and old Lord that Viking!Bakugo kills for his land and wealth. Fearing the worst you think you're next too and you take up arms with a random, discarded kitchen knife. Its either him or you right?

Viking!Bakugo who is too shocked that you of all people attack him and you manage to get a good hit. Stabbing him right in the chest but he doesn't die, oh no, he doesn't die. He laughs. A booming, maniacal, unhinged laugh. Entirely feral.

Viking!Bakugo who finds the failed assassination attempt completely adorable. You were so close to ending him, his reign of terror on the land, and by right would've inherited everything. His everything. The world. Instead of squashing you like a bug he takes you.

Viking!Bakugo who dresses you in fine silks, who wreaths you in glimmering jewels but not as his newest servant but as his Queen/King.

Viking!Bakugo who gives you his everything, his world, for trying to kill him. You were so hellbent on finishing the job before to take everything he had so why not give you it willingly instead? Right by his side.

He keeps what he kills, true, but he gives as much as he takes.

In The Shallows...Part One.

How did you manage this?

You hadn't walked on the beach, much less roll around in the coarse substance. So how did it manage to get into your pockets? This was a new jacket so how?

A short walk from the parking garage to the pier was all it was, no beach travel involved yet it had wormed its way into your pockets, in between your toes and nearly everywhere else. 

Your team chuckles at your discomfort finding your squirming the funniest thing on the planet as they loaded up the sizable vessel for the day on the water. For the past several weeks you had been cooped up in a lab studying the samples others brought to you but now you were given the green light to head out into the field yourself. Your goal for the day was to gather samples, check on the status of the coral nursery, and a checklist of other menial tasks. A full plate all things considered, much better than getting a migraine staring through a microscope at sea water until you either give up or get sent home. 

Waves battered against the hull of the boat while you and your fellow colleagues suit up in scuba gear. The goal wasn't to go to the bottom of the ocean, far from it, fifteen meters was the maximum for today so simple snorkeling hear wouldn't cut it. You didn't get your diving certifications to be stuck in a lab. The salt spray refreshing against your skin for the few seconds it was vulnerable while you changed from your outfit into the designated wetsuit. Not the full suit that covered your body from head-to-toe, just a body one to keep your core warm when your swimsuit didn't offer much protection.

The boat came to a stop right around where the GPS locator dinged where the nursery site was and the captain gave everyone a thumbs up as you and your fellows attached their fins, tanks, SPG's and all the other necessary equipment. One-by-one each of them held their regulators to their mouths and fell back into the blue ocean below until it was your own, to which you received a wink instead while everything turned upside down.