Visha

that way we know we’re from tumblr without revealing anything

I’m just going to say this to strangers until i find a tumblr person

must keep reblogering!! Im going to be so suspicious if any one tells me this now!

Remember the answer is: I stole them from the president.

This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years. 

Tumblr users at 00:00 on March 15th:

how about this: when i was 9 and my stepdad beat me until i passed out and i told my friends at school, my teacher over heard and i was interviewed by cps. they also went to my house when i was at school. when i got home, my step father was waiting on the couch, and told me who visited him that day. he told me if i ever snitched again he would beat me to within an inch of my life.

how about this: my mother locked me out of the house when i was 14 and when i cried so loud the neighbors called the cops, the cop told me i should have been respectful of my mother who was trying to sleep.

how about this. the demon you know is less scary than the demon you don’t.

children in abused households are raised to fear the idea of being taken away. children in abusive households see that help makes things worse.

He gives you all the boring aspects of being CEO to work on, and honestly, he has faith in you. Hell, you even stabbed Alastor after he made Vox cry. And while he’s loathe to admit it, Vox is somewhat protective of you. Not enough for him to totally care about your safety, but enough for him to want to know where you are at all times. Though maybe he’s just paranoid despite the fact you haven’t been more than a two minute walk away from him since the day you died.

Until he tries to destroy Heaven. When he’s screaming like a maniac, that’s when you see why everyone told you in your human life to stay away. He doesn’t care. Or maybe he does and your love is simply not enough. That’s fine. Something in your heart hardens and you find yourself pulling Valentino to the side and telling him the best way to disable Vox is to rip his head off.

A few days later, Vox is in his office, propping himself up on pillows. Val hasn’t talked to him since everything, and Vox is bored.

“Y/N?” He waits. That’s odd. He can’t hear you. Maybe having his screen ripped off affected his hearing. “Y/N?” Vox innocently glances around the room before using his cameras to see into the corridor. Where are you? You’re definitely not sick because he’s never given you a sick day in your life. You’ve never asked for one.

So where are you?

Vox waits a full twenty seconds before spamming the other Vees that it’s an emergency. You must’ve been kidnapped by someone! You must’ve- What’s that on his desk?

A resignation letter. He recognises the style of it. What. The Fuck. No! No, you’re not allowed to leave! You’ve never left him! Where would you even go? No one at VoxTek likes you because you’re his informant and occasional lover when he has nothing better to do than fuck.

You can’t - you can’t just go. Not after so long! Vox doesn’t know how to do things without you! Who can he pawn his work off to now so many people have quit?

And… why does he miss you so much? It’s not like you mattered to him - right? Everything meant nothing. It had to. Because if it meant what Vox thinks it might, that means he’s too late.

No. He has to find you. Where could you be if no one here wanted you?

The record player next to you plays a soft jazz song as you stand in the middle of the cottage, awkwardly holding one of your bags.

“It’s a tempting offer, my dear,” the Radio Demon says. “Truly, it is. But tell me, why would you willingly sign your soul away to me when you’ve kept it for so long?”

You swallow. “Because I want him to hurt.“

Alastor laughs at that. “A simple motivation. And an honest one too. Hm, I can’t say I expected any other reason.” He extends his hand. “So we have an agreement?”

For a moment your mind flashes to every moment with Vincent, in life and Hell. The praise, the joy, the stalking, the sex… and the betrayal.

And you shake Alastor’s hand with a firmness so certain that he’s surprised.

Of course, Alastor can’t be anything but happy. He’s had his eye on you for quite a while now, ever since you stabbed him. With the right support, you could truly become something. Perhaps that something could even be his.

He debates for a second whether to keep this a secret. You’re a useful ally. But Alastor wants more than to own you. So for every time he felt sparks of anger Vox only treated you as a plaything, he makes a choice.

“Why, to celebrate, let’s do a broadcast together this evening! A grand one, for everyone in Hell to see.” And Alastor means everyone.

Now that other countries are requesting the Epstein files.

And now that they have the redacted parts and he redacted parts show what looks like mayhabsably human trafficking across country boarders.

There's nothing stopping other countries from being like "You participated in the trafficking of my citizens then the abuse and assault of my citizens. I want you to stand trial here."

Now depending on US cooperation, the US may not extradite these people. But then that country could issue what's called a Red Notice for that person which is "I want this person in my country to be tried for crimes against my citizens or on my land." Then that could limit where these people could travel outside of the US because it could trigger a forceful extradition.

And depending on how much outrage this causes, it could cause sanctions against the US and UN involvement if the US appears to be protecting people if several countries started wanting to charge people in the Epstein files for crimes against their citizens that were trafficked.

Bewitched (Frieza x fem!reader)

A/N: This one is a little short but I hope you like it!

Revenge was a dish best served cold, a thought Frieza had been pacifying himself with constantly since his first defeat on Namek. He’d spent countless hours plotting about how he would rid himself of the Saiyan scum. Now the time had come. After countless hours of training, something Frieza hadn’t done a single day in his life, he was ready. They would pay for their humiliation, for his temporary dethroning. As the ship came to a stop, hovering above Capsule Corp he flew out towards it to survey the scene.

SYNOPSIS… Many knew The King of Curses; Ryomen Sukuna to be an arrogant and cunning with a strong attachment towards his wife; A powerful and reliable women before reaching her death. A death that caused The king of curses nothing but pain. Until right after reawakening he spots his wife’s reincarnation standing right in front of him.

INFO… Sukuna x uchihabased!reader , angst, mentions of sickness, narutoxjjk!crossover , mentions of weightloss, mentions of violence, trueform!sukuna, heianera!sukuna, readers looks and personality are based off madara uchiha, mentions of blood, oc!reader,

OTHER…likes and reblogs are appreciated

FOR THE FIRST TIME SUKUNA SEEMED TO BE LOST FOR WORDS ━━ His eyes refused to leave sight of the beautiful women in front of him.

She stood so elegantly in her warrior uniform as the tall trees in the forest surrounded her. She had her head lifted, looking up into the moon Her side continued to face Sukuna.

It didn’t take long for the women to lower her head and slightly turn her eyes to make contact with his bright red ones.

He analysed her appearance, not allowing himself to miss one feature about her. She was fair-skinned with spiky, black hair that had a slight blue tint to it.

Her hair was put into a loose low bun with shoulder-length bangs framing the sides of her face covering most of her right eye. Although looking still quite young, more prominent creases had developed under each of her eyes. Standing out was her crimson armour with numerous metal plates, forming protective guards along his chest, waist, shoulders and thighs. She held a unique sword in her fist.

It started with Sukuna on a mission travelling with Uraume and a few other of his men but realistically the missions goal completely slipped out his mind the second he saw her..

Uraume eyebrows raised with seeing Sukuna’s reaction. He may have not said anything but with the way his body and eyes twitched at the women’s appearance. made it more than obvious. He needed her in his grasps.

His eyes widened to see a fatal amount start to drip blood down from her head covering the side of her face that wasn’t already covered by her bangs.

With such an injury and many others around her body, it didn’t take long for her to lose her grip around weird looking sword as it had now fallen onto the ground.

They all were all lost for words to see the girl then close her eyes while consciousness soon left her body. Before she was able to collapse and the ground a pair of large hands had been placed around her waist.

It seems Sukuna had used his incredibly speed to behind her before she was able to hit the ground. His men looked at each other slightly confused. Did the Ruthless King Of Curses really just do that??

Though they were quickly hushed by Uraume not wanting to say or do something that might get them killed. Uraume only rolled their eyes before signalling the men to go on ahead and complete the mission.

They only nodded in agreement before running off leaving the three of them alone as the woman was now being held up by Sukuna’s lower left arm.

“Lord Sukuna..” Uraume muttered. Not admitting it but they were indeed slightly stunned by his actions. Even if he wanted her, it was out of the ordinary for him to catch anyone before they lost consciousness. Half the time he is the reason why they lose consciousness anyway.

The King Of Curses stayed silent with nothing but his usual scowl painted across his face. Being more focused on the dark haired woman as he picked her up bridal style, having the idea to keep such a beauty under his supervision.

Uraume walked closer toward the two, amused at how the woman rested her head on his muscular tattooed chest. What was more is he didn’t seem to care about the blood that stained his exposed skin.

“Are you going to heal her yourself?” Uraume asked. Even though the woman was unconscious, there was still soft painful groans that were mixed in with her breathing.

“I’m not letting her die, This woman definitely has a purpose.” He smirked having a clear satisfied expression that Uraume could only sweat at.

Uraume has seen The King of Curses be pleased and satisfied with many things such as Killings, executions, Power, fighting, basically bloodshed overall. Exactly why it’s shocking to see an even more, manically, pleaded grin on his lips while he looked at you.

Cursed energy surrounded his hand before he went to place it on the woman’s chest to heal her and ensured of her survival. After all it would be a shame to let such a doll out of his grasp so soon.

Sukuna figured that due to recent events of him finding such treasure, it would be best to return to his empire and let the woman get some proper rest.

It then took the King Of Curses, two steps of footsteps before Uraume eye’s caught sight of it. On the Back of the women’s attire a symbol was embroidered.

It was most definitely a clan symbol. It features a distinctive design resembling a traditional Japanese fan or umbrella, characterized by its bold color scheme of red and white. She knew of that symbol well, definitely the Uchiha clan’s crest.

“The woman..” Uraume called out, grabbing Sukuna’s attention. After all, the topic had seemed to be about his treasure. It would be criminal not to listen.

“The woman looks like to be from the Uchiha Clan.” They added while eyeing the clan’s crest. As soon as the clan’s name was mentioned the hair tie that kept her hair in a bun broke.

Letting out her dark, long, spiky hair to cover the Uchiha Clan’s symbol. With that Sukuna’s manic smile grew larger.

“Uchiha, you say.. Guess I really hit the jackpot, Right Uraume?” He asked, sounding more like a statement. He was well aware of his win, there was no need for anyone to inform him.

“It seems so, Master Sukuna.” Uraume replied. A closed eye smile appearing on their face as well. It seemed it was now time for Lord Sukuna’s prize to be brought home.

It had now officially been a week since that incident. And to Be fair it hadn’t left Sukuna’s mind once. Minimum once a day Sukuna visits the woman’s room to see if the Uchiha had woken up. Unfortunately there was still no signs of her waking up.

He was now sat on his throne resting his head in his palm with a frown placed on his lips while he bit the inside of his cheek. He was really starting to get impatient. Usually if someone wasn’t awake the instant Sukuna was present. They would be killed. But for you, it truly was different. And it was really starting to piss him off.

He turned his eyes to the side of his throne where his faithful servant, Uraume was standing. It seemed they was were aware of his thoughts. Only shaking their head to let The king of curses know there were still no signs of consciousness coming from the women.

“Y’know Uraume, This is really starting to—” He tried to complain but was interrupted from the doors of his throneroom flying open to reveal one of his female servants, one who he did not remember the name of but she did seem to have a puffed out look on her face.

She rushed towards the King’s throne before kneeling in front of it. Sukuna raised his eyebrows his angry expression tensing. She better have a good excuse to make such a scene in the man’s castle. Just who did she think she is making doors fly open.

“Master Sukuna, the w-woman is awake..” Sukuna’s eyes widened as his frown quickly turned to a menacing smile. Finally, his been waiting for this.

The man practically threw himself up from his throne, already making his way towards the room she was being cared at. Uraume followed behind him of course.

Although he turned his eyes to make contact with Uraume a few moments after heavy movement and multiple voices were heard from the direction where the woman supposedly was.

When they got closer, specifically at the doorframe that started the hallway filled with rooms. They were stunned at what they were staring at.

“You’re still hurt. You need to get back in bed!” A female servant of Sukuna’s yelled out. Sukuna was quite speechless to see such an illustration.

With his own very vision, he was looking at backs of his servant and the woman. His servant had her arms extended forward not directly touching the woman’s waist but near it. It seemed she was trying to help steady her balance all without touching her.

Though it was clear she was still in no position to be moving around so much. Though it seemed she was the type of woman who didn’t believe it in rest.

She currently had her left hand placed on the wall while her right one was pressed onto her chest where she was originally injured. Her body was leaning against the wall as she couldn’t walk without the support.

“Thanks for your concern, but screw that-” Sukuna sweated at the way the woman collapsed onto her knees before she was even able to finish her sentence.

“Oh, Lord sukuna!?” The servant said surprised as she was unaware of the man who was behind them. What’s more was both Uraume and the man had a stupid, dumbfounded expression on his face. It was quite hilarious to see since he was known to be always angry and serious. But of course, the servant didn’t dare to speak a chuckle around him.

“What’s going on here??” He asked angrily, closing the distance and making his way towards the two in front of him. He vermillion red eyes glared down at the woman who‘s breathing quickly fastened.

“I tried to make her say in bed until you came but, she wouldn’t listen.” The servant explained and bowed nervously thinking she would get scolded or even worse..

But to be honest, not a signal word entered Sukuna’s brain as he only kept focus on his favourite sight. The woman of course. Well second favourite, bloodshed was obviously his first.

A unnoticed gasp was then released from his lips after he caught a glimpse of something. Even though the woman was collapsed onto the ground he was still able to get a good look at everything about her.

Her long gorgeous hair, and refined elegant and delicate face as well as her perfect body. Exactly why he didn’t fail to notice the blood that stained through her white robe and the bandages that were wrapped around her upper chest.

He was quick to pick her up from the ground and carry her back to the bedroom she was staying at. He then placed her onto the bed while he took a seat on a chair right next to the bed. Giving him a perfect angle of her face.

He seemed to be man spreading while his bottom pair of hands intertwined with eachother. He kept focus on her noticing her breathing was not quite slowing down. With that information, Uraume was given the task to grab the girl a cup of water and new bandages.

She was laid on her back, eyes shut with her legs tangled across each other. Her arms were separated but they were both indeed rested on the pillow and most of her hair that was in the way.

Her hair was long which was why it was no surprised that her hair had been spread all over the pillow and bed. As for her face, her cheeks had turned into a pinkish tint and sweat had been seen. Very Obvious signs of a fever.

Sukuna felt the inside of his pants twitch when she incompletely opened her eyes making contact with his. The feverish look on her face did seemed to have quite the impact on him.

His thoughts were soon interrupted by Uraume walking in with a cup of water and a fresh set of cloth bandages. Now officially walking up to the Uchiha they placed the items on the bedside table.

“You did your research, right Uraume?” Sukuna raised his brows when seeing Uraume place her arm behind the woman’s back to asssit with sitting her up and when needing to drink the cup of water that was bought to her.

By this so called ‘research’ he had originally assigned Uraume to find information about the women. After all there was nothing they knew besides her family name and appearance.

“Yes Master Sukuna.” They nodded after fixing the Uchiha’s pillow and laying her down once again. Her rosy cheeks and teary eyes making the man practically lose his mind.

“So??” He asked not needing to say much to let his faithful servant know about his curiosity.

“Y/N Uchiha, heir of the Uchiha clan. A genius acknowledged for her exceptional intellect, strategic thinking, and mastery of the Uchiha clan's Dojutsu.” Uraume said talking about her as if she wasn’t laid on the bed right beside the two.

“hmm, thought so…” Sukuna muttered. He was already well aware of the fact the woman was strong. He was aware of it since the first time their eyes made contact in the forset.

“I was able to manage to a piece of her data book it’s not much but definitely worth looking at.” Uraume said. Slipping down the top of Y/N’s robe to expose her full torso that was covered in bandages.

“I see..” Sukuna mumbled, watching how Uraume unwrapped Y/N’s bandages leaving her upper body bare. Only causing the King Of Curse’s glare to intensify as well as the tent in his pants.

When seeing Uraume finished with treating the injured woman Sukuna had gotten up from his seat and signalled his most faithful servant to follow behind him outside the room.

“Everything alright, Lord Sukuna?” Uraume questioned. Closing the door shut behind them as they exited the room and started walking down the hallway of the estate.

“Get a concubine ready for me, Uraume.” He said, not sounding very entertained or pleased. Uraume nodded soon seeing the man enter the library of his estate wanting to find the ‘page’ they spoke about.

He studied it for about a whole thirty minutes before placing it in the pocket of his pants. He then found his body and mind guiding himself through the grand estate back to her room. Aftter Opening the door and walking into the room, he was somehow standing in shock at this sight.

Y/N Uchiha left her room in bad condition and without supervision once again. Oh he most definitely needed to put some sense into her. Escaping from his eyes every chance given made his blood boil.He rapidly moved around the room. Making a mess of everything while trying to look for Y/N or at least a hint of where she could’ve ran off to in her injured state.

When moving around the room his eye caught sight of the balcony door that was slightly opened. It wasn’t like that when him and Uraume had left. Could it be??His eyes began to twitch as he thought of the worst possible situations that could’ve occurred while he was gone.

Exactly why it didn’t take him long to rush out onto the balcony. To his relief, Y/N stood just a few inches away from the railing as she seemed to be folding a piece of paper and placing it inside a bag that was carried by a type of hawk?? Seemed like a messenger bird. Wait where did she even get the paper and ink from anyway?

“Your suppose to be resting..” He informed, raising his eyebrows as he walked forward, closer to the railing to stand next to the Uchiha. “yeah well, I can rest once I’m dead.” She rolled her eyes before lifting her arm to allow the bird to fly away with her note.

She then turned her head to look at the King of Curses. He was truly shocking. He was tall and muscular man covered in tattoos with four arms, four eyes, and a large mouth on his stomach.

In the two encounters she had with him before, specifically in the forest and earlier on today she did infact get a few glimpses at him. But her vision was blurry so it was hard to make out. But right now she saw it all.

He also has short pink-red hair and red eyes, with his two right eyes being angled differently and located on a white flesh plate-like structure on the right side of his face. He also clearly did not have a happy expression on his face, and it was definitely towards the sassiness Y/N had just displayed.

After all the first words she had said to him directly were truly infuriating and disrespectful to a man with such power as his. “Damn woman—” He bickered at her. But, was unable to finish when he saw her delicate and fragile face in full view in front of him. To think a pretty face might be the cause of his death was truly unreal.

“So…I hope you’re smart enough to not plan on using that hawk as a way of escape.” He muttered changing the topic when holding deep eye contact with the girl.

“No, I just want to send my clan a confirmation about my safety.” She replied, knowing about the rumours and skills of none other than the cruel and powerful king Ryomen Sukuna.

“After all, I doubt you’re the type to let your prisons free so easily. Ain’t that right, Lord Sukuna.” A smirk now appearing on her lips.

But the man stayed quiet. Due to the fact his thought were all over the place. Oh how he loved the way his name sounded when coming out her gorgeous lips.

“Surrender yourself to me..” He said with the most amount of confidence ever heard. It sounded more like a statement than a question.

Y/N only blinked at his words unsure what he mean’t, was he gonna kill her or something?? Her brain wasn’t able to comprehend his sentence. She was still injured the man seriously needed to give her a break.

“You heard me.” He stated, a driving look in his eyes. There was really no stopping the King from getting what he wanted. And what he wanted was Y/N Uchiha.

A ethereal beauty like that was something he needed at his aid. Even looking at her made him crazy. Oh how badly he wanted everything about her. Would definitely love to get rid of the sassiness and sarcasm though. No worries he had a plan for that!!!

“You heard me, Offer yourself to me. Your freedom, body, soul, mind. Everything about you I want it served to me on a golden platter…” Has he seriously lost his mind. Y/N were a damn clan heir she didn’t have time for this crap.