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ssahotstuff · 1 year

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Day 24–Lingerie

Aaron Hotchner x reader

Warnings: lingerie, oral, fem receiving, unprotected sex, cursing

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The red set was dying to be worn when you saw it on the display, simple but so elegant, and you knew Aaron would love it. You bought it in hopes that he'd be home soon to see you wear it; you also bought a silky red robe to match. Right on cue he was calling you, happy to hear your voice on the other line.

"Hi sweetheart. Miss me?"

You were still scanning the shelves, just browsing for now, killing time before you went back to the house.

"Very much. Will I see you soon?"

He made a soft 'mhm' on the other end of the phone, followed by him telling you that he'd see you in a couple of hours. That gave you plenty of time to prepare your surprise. You'd never went out of your way to be overly sexy—you didn't need to. Aaron was all over you regardless, but you were anxious to see his reaction when you were actually trying.

You raced home, taking a shower and shaving, making sure every inch of you was lathered down in your favorite lotion, spritzing yourself with Aaron's favorite perfume before you slipped on the bra and panty set, followed by the robe. All there was left to do was wait—you sat on the bed, anticipating his arrival until it came. You saw the headlights beam through the window and heard the slamming of his car door, and soon enough he was unlocking the front door and coming inside. You held your breath for what felt like an eternity until he entered the room, his eyes glued to your frame as soon as he'd crossed the threshold.

"That's new," he remarked, removing his blazer and dress shirt before he took off his slacks and shoes, his eyes trained on you the whole time.

"Bought it today," was all you said in return, waiting for him to crawl into bed. Once he was completely undressed, only left in his boxers, he climbed between your legs, resting his head on your chest. You combed your fingers through his hair, kissing his forehead lightly as he relaxed into you. He was tense, no doubt from the stress of the last case they'd been on. He had very little to say about it while he was gone which lead you to believe it was worse than normal. He let his hands fall to the hem of your robe, toying with the fabric as he craned his neck to look up at you.

"I love you sweet girl. I was so ready to see you," before you could reply he was turning to face you, sitting cross legged on the bed in front of you, taking your hand in his.

"I love you, Aaron. I have a surprise for you," his eyebrows shot up before his gaze fell to the string of your robe, darting out to take it between his fingers before quickly undoing the knot.

"Can I see?"

You saw how his throat tightened as he slid the robe down your arms, the way he swallowed harshly as it fell down your body. The heat rose to his cheeks in an instant, his eyes growing wide as his hands cupped the swell of your breasts, admiring the intricate design on the fabric as he let his fingers travel over your chest, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He grabbed your hand and brought it to his chest so you could feel his heart thumping rapidly, pounding in his chest.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he breathed, swiftly unfolding your legs so he could drag you down the bed, his body coming to hover over yours. His mouth met your chest, peppering your skin with kisses. He began to work his way down, looping his fingers in the waistband of your panties before he yanked them down. You had no time to prepare, his mouth met your center hungrily, a groan of pleasure leaving his mouth the second he tasted you. Your head hit the pillow as he spread your legs further, giving him complete access to your dripping core. His tongue expertly flicked at your clit, his thick fingers spreading your glistening lips so he could focus all of his attention on your throbbing bundle of nerves.

"So sweet," he purred, sucking your clit between his lips as you moaned uncontrollably, your head nearly spinning at the sensation. You came rather quickly, but he wasn't done, not by a long shot. His mouth was relentless against your core, filling you with butterflies at how well he knew your body, how he could make you come undone so rapidly that you didn't have time to brace yourself. He went above and beyond to make you feel good, always exploring new ways to touch you, more patient and loving than any man you'd ever been with before.

"Feels so good baby," you choked, his hand blindly lacing his fingers through yours as your legs began to shake. You lost track of how long he'd been buried between your thighs, giving you exactly what you'd been missing in those agonizing days away from him. When he returned home it was as if everything was balanced perfectly, your world spinning perfectly on its axis when he was around as opposed to when he was gone—you had a handle on things, but you missed him terribly. As he emerged from between your legs, he leaned forward long enough to plant a gentle kiss on your lips, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra.

"This looks perfect on you, but I'm so ready to have you undressed," he growled as he hooked his arms under your knees and pulled you closer, quickly pushing his boxers out of the way as he slid into you, the two of you sighing in unison as he bottomed out in you, his head tossed back in ecstasy as his hips began to move. He went slow and steady, rolling into you like this was what he'd been waiting on all along. His worries and stress melted away the second you clenched around him, leaving nothing but the gratification of having you to himself. You were close already, the sheets bunched up under your hands as you tried and failed to steady your breathing, plummeting over the edge with no warning, only Aaron to coax you through as he poured into you, thick ribbons of cum sputtering into you as he leaned forward to connect your mouths, his tongue massaging against yours as he pulled out of you with a shudder.

"Thank you—no one has ever went out of their way to do anything like that for me before," he said sheepishly as he pulled the covers up around you, his weight on top of you as he laid on your chest.

"I'd do anything for you," you said simply, yawning wide as you sank into the pillow, your arms secured around him for the first time in nearly a week. You could sleep peacefully knowing he was home for the time being, and that was good enough for you to drift off.

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wh0refornikolailantsov · 11 months

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Prompt: “you're worth fighting for.”

For Tolya x Reader please!!

Of course.

Protecting You Is All I Know - Tolya Yul Bataar

Content Warnings: Canon Complaint Threat And Danger. No Beta/Proof Reading.

You were hiding out, and it should have been an endlessly boring affair, hide out for a few more nights and then you were assured you should be free of the danger. It was a flimsy promise and it was built on an even flimsier plan, but even if you had doubts about the chances of this nightmare ending any time soon, you did not doubt one thing: Tolya.

Tolya said he would not let anything happen to you, and you believed him, and you are sure there was nothing that would dissuade you of the notion.

Tolya's company at least was keeping you from pacing with the boredom, though Tolya was quick to admit he would rather you both bored out of your mind than in danger. That had brought a smile to your face and he had considered that his first real win since you both arrived at this place, with it's old wooden walls and cold stone flooring.

"Safest place I can think of," David had assures you, "it's unlikely they'd come looking for you there, and even if they did, you'd be in a good position."

You hadn't felt assured.

You feel even less assured now, running the distance of the gardens you'd grown up in, up and down the many ins and outs of this building. You'd muttered curses to David about how overly complicated the layout of this building is, with your constantly getting lost, but you are grateful for that now, with those who mean to do you harm close on your heels.

Tolya's plan had been based on hiding and outrunning them, and that was a good plan, you did not want to run, but you weren't feeling particularly fond of the idea of a fight. But the more you both tried to evade, the more it become painstakingly clear that was not going to be sustainable for much longer.

You lean your back against the wood and try your best to disguise how difficult your breathing has become, you wanted to believe you'd recovered more since the last attack, but you'd not really been seen to properly by any Grisha Healers, and the Otkazat'sya only managed to do so much. "How many of them are there?" you ask, managing a steady tone as you speak, and you feel proud at that.

"I can hear at least eight heartbeats," Tolya says. You've faced a lot worse odds, and you know Tolya could deal with eight people in a fight by himself when it came down to it, but if they were anything like last time, they weren't fairly balanced soldiers, there was something different about them, something... unnervingly powerful.

And if they were exactly like last time, Tolya's count might be off, it had been the first time, because for some reason, in some way that none of you had managed to decipher yet, some of these soldiers were able to completely conceal their heartbeats. The thought made you feel like your blood was freezing in your veins.

"Are you okay?" Tolya asks. You nod, but it's not convincing. Tolya turns his attention to you, fully to you and he feels it, your heart hammering away, your breath shallow. His heart stills, utterly, completely, stills at the realisation: You can not be here right now. This could get you killed.

"You're tired," Tolya says, and you want to deny it, you want to argue but you know he can feel it.

"I need you to look after yourself." You know what he wants to say, he wants you to hide, to rest and let him deal with the problem head on. But you do not want him going out there alone, and you do not want to leave his side.

"I need to look after you," he says. You can feel the exhaustion in waves, like it's trying to pull you down under, drown you.

"Please," you try, "I can help, let me help."

The look Tolya gives you is jarring, he looks so seriousness, any trace of the softness you've come to know from your friend is gone. "My only mission here, is to keep you safe, I was told to keep you safe and I've been doing it so long I don't know how to do anything else. You know I don't like to pull rank," and you see it, that's what threw you, in this moment he wasn't your Tolya, he was Sturmhond's crew, your protector, and he outranks you.

"Is that an order?" you ask, pulling in a deep breath as you try to bring yourself back.

"I cannot focus the fight if I am focused on you," Tolya admits, "and out there against that, I need to be focused on the fight."

"Tolya, I can't hide, not when you're fighting for me," you argue.

“You're worth fighting for," Tolya says, he places a hand on your cheek, cupping your face gently. His hand is warm against your skin and you want to just sleep. You want to just lay down in his arms and sleep. But you can't.

"I don't want you to leave me," you admit. Tolya pulls a smile onto his face.

"Come on, when have I ever not come back to you?"

"Famous last words," you tell him. He looks about ready to go back the way you both just came, to fight the enemy head on, but the look you give him reaches down into him and threatens to pull his soul from his body. "Please, Tolya, stay with me."

"Okay," he says, placing an arm around you, helping you, trying to take as much of the effort away from you as he can. "But I will carry you if I have to."

"I can imagine worse things."

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honoka-marierose · 5 months

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Tom Hiddleston first appeared as Loki in 2010's Thor before going on to play the part in The Avengers, Thor: The Dark World, Thor: Ragnarok, Avengers: Infinity War, and Avengers: Endgame. When the Marvel Cinematic Universe expanded to television shows, Loki was at the top of the list for his own series, telling a story which started with a moment in Avengers: Endgame and brought the character's canonical experiences back to those of The Avengers. Though Loki has been killed off more than once, Tom Hiddleston remains in the role ultimately took the character to a new role in the Loki Season 2 finale. As such, Hiddleston says it would be "unwise" to assume he won't be back as the God of Everyone's Story.

Hiddleston talked with ComicBook.com in an interview coming soon to the Phase Zero channel, opening up about whether or not he thinks Loki's new throne is the final time and place where we will see him. "It's so hard because I'll be completely honest with you, Brandon, I have at least twice in my life said goodbye," Hiddleston said. "I've written to Kevin Feige and Louis de Esposito and Victoria Alonso and been like, 'Thank you so much. It's been like the role of a lifetime,' and they've written notes back saying, 'Come and see us anytime. You're always part of the family. We're always here. You've given us so much and tears have been shared.' So I think I'd be unwise at this point to be conclusive about any of it."

Hiddleston is not announced to be a part of any of the upcoming projects, similar to his Thor co-star Chris Hemsworth. However, should Hiddleston and Hemworth share a set as Loki and Thor, respectively (as Marvel Studios seems to be hoping for), the encounter would be quite different from any which we have seen through half-a-dozen titles.

"I think both Thor and Loki have had to excavate and analyze the past and who they feel they really are and what they really want," Hiddleston said. "But what's interesting about family as well, this is just me thinking about it, is sometimes it will be difficult to let go of the preconception of who they used to be. Loki might be expecting Thor to behave in a certain way or be a certain way. Thor might be expecting Loki to be a certain way. So I think initially it would be really confusing, but also they'd been apart for a long time and no doubt they've been objects in each other's mind. And so yeah, I think I wonder a reunion would likely be, we'll see."

What did you think of Loki Season 2? Do you want to see Hiddleston play the part again? Share your thoughts in the comment section and head over to the Phase Zero channels for full interviews!

#marvel #marvel comics #marvel studios #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #loki #loki season two #loki season 2 #loki series #loki laufeyson #thor #thor the dark world #thor ragnarok #avengers infinity war #avengers endgame #the avengers #tom hiddelson

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twh-news · 5 months

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Tom Hiddleston Rules it "Unwise" to Believe Loki's Story Is Truly Over (Exclusive)

Loki may not be done telling stories in the MCU.

#loki #tom hiddleston #interview #loki series #article #loki season 2 #loki spoilers #spoilers

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weenwrites · 2 years

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Hey, remember the request about can you do a TFP x Eternal!Reader, like the Reader has been among the humans for many centuries and would explain why she didn't involve the humans conflicts and wars (which is heartbreaking for her) and all of that and explain about her master, Arishem ? And how about a bonus that Arishem appeared like movie ending and took the Reader for other purposes (or she let herself involve with the Cybertronian War) and how Autobots (and maybe the Decepticons) will react to that Celestial appeared immensely in the sky ? (I choose OP, Ratchet, Ultra Magnus and Megatron) And if u don't know what "Eternals" is, go watch the movie, it's from the MCU.

TFP Optimus, Ratchet, Ultra Magnus & Megatron W/ An Eternal!Reader

Pairing - Platonic, Romantic (Up To Reader Interpretation) Category - Headcanons Trigger Warnings - None

Optimus

Optimus sympathizes with the reader—he understands the pain of watching the destruction and devastation a war can bring, and to think that they've experienced that far past a thousand times over—makes him pity you. If he ever witnessed what they were capable, it's needless to say that he's certainly shocked at what they can do.

Later on, he would've definitely been alarmed to see Arishem in the sky—and concerned at the fact that the weather was changing because of the celestial being's presence. From what they've told him of their master, Optimus sees Arishem as a possible threat to humanity. But he questions why exactly Arishem is doing here, and he believes that it isn't for any good reason.

And so he attempts to call them as soon as he can, in hopes that they'd have answers. But they don't reply, and Arishem disappears. After a few days from not hearing from the reader, or seeing them at all for that matter, Optimus comes to the conclusion that they've either been taken or killed. He sincerely hopes that neither has happened to them, and as much as he wishes to search for them, he has a war to fight.

Ratchet

Despite the many differences—both physical and mental—between humans and cybertronians, Ratchet sees that one of the many similarities—he considers this one to be unfortunate—is the destruction they cause during war. The atomic bomb destroyed miles and miles of land—with weapons like those, he believes that if humans were careless enough, they could destroy their entire planet, just like his species did.

But once the reader starts telling him about Arishem and how he created everything, he wonders whether Arishem is their Primus. Or was Primus created by Arishem, and then did Primus proceed to create cybertronian life? He doubts they'd have any answers to his questions, but still it's interesting to think about...

Ratchet most likely would've been inside while Arishem loomed within Earth's orbit, only hearing of the giant celestial in the sky from his other teammates. And upon rushing outside, he'd only catch a brief glance before Arishem suddenly vanishes. But even the smallest sliver of the celestial's silhouette is enough to shock him.

Once their disappearance begins to set in, he questions if Arishem's appearance had anything to do with it. And while Ratchet is definitely concerned for their well-being, there's nothing he can do about it. He's already busy as is, and he believes that attempting to track down a celestial entity with complete and utter omnipotence to be impossible.

Ultra Magnus

Magnus would have great respect for Arishem, seeing as he's the being that created everything he knows. And like Ratchet, he does wonder whether Arishem might be Primus, or whether Arishem created Primus and Primus then created cybertronian life...

And to see Arishem's figure looming within Earth's atmosphere and his 6 eyes—each as bright as a sun—is nothing like he's seen before. And given Arishem's hands-off approach to his creations Magnus doubts that this visit from the universe's divine creator to be anything positive. But... What exactly could he do if Arishem were to destroy Earth? Shoot the sky? Psh, as if that'll accomplish anything. He's at a complete loss, leaving him to one last option—wait. But then Arishem suddenly vanishes. And during the few days that follows, he discovers that the reader's suddenly gone as well.

A couple weeks after the reader's sudden disappearance, he too comes to the conclusion that Arishem's arrival must've had something to do with it. And like Ratchet and Optimus, while he wishes he could do more to help them, he's afraid that they're on their own now, wherever they are.

Megatron

Megatron is indeed fascinated by the existence of eternals—and a being such as Arishem... If he were to ever learn of the reader's superhuman abilities he would've definitely ordered his soldiers to capture them and have them dissected in hopes that Knockout or Shockwave could discover what makes them tick and perhaps replicate that to create an army, but since they're his friend, he won't...

Upon seeing Arishem sitting within Earth's orbit, he's definitely surprised to see a celestial being like him present. However he normally doesn't believe that Arishem's a threat to him or his goal, seeing as the creator of the entire universe doesn't seem to concern himself with his creation's own conflicts all too much. But with Arishem's arrival into the solar system, surely this divine being came here personally for a reason... To destroy Earth, perhaps? Megatron orders the Nemesis to leave the Planet's atmosphere just encase, and out in space he gets a better look at just how big Arishem is. It amazes him that a gargantuan deity like him can exist...

After learning of the reader's disappearance, he may or may not send a couple vehicon troopers to search for them, depending on how valuable they are to him (as a friend, as an asset, could be either.) But he does eventually give up on searching, seeing as none of his soldiers have found any clues or leads as to what happened to them. He does believe that Arishem may have taken or killed them, though, and while he does think it to be a pity that they're now gone, he continues on.

#tfp imagines #tfp headcanons #tfp x reader #tfp optimus prime #optimus prime x reader #tfp ratchet #ratchet x reader #tfp ultra magnus #ultra magnus x reader #tfp megatron #megatron x reader #x reader #self insert #reader insert #weenwrites

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hawthornsword · 1 year

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Today on Bad Batch! (2x12):

Crosshair:

Audience:

I guess it's true that absence makes the heart grow fonder, because I was honestly prepared to completely dislike Crosshair and settle in to him being a villain, but then we have seen so little of him that I was getting antsy like, "Where is he?! What's he doing?! What's he thinking?! I need to know!" And then I squealed with delight when the episode started with him.

Nolan: exists

Me: Can we kill him?

Yay new named clone boys!!! (They are just resting safely. They are perfectly fine.) Mayday has a fuckin presence, no? (*swoons a little*) Maybe just a personal preference, but I am digging all the bearded boys. Yes. Good.

"no point carrying dead weight."

"remind me not to die on your watch."

*Crosshair realizing maybe this is why people don't like him and that maybe his batch were a lot more tolerant of his behavior than most and maybe he took that for granted, and he is desperately lonely and seeking connection and has finally realized that he is the one pushing everyone away. 😭😭😭

Oh hey, the huddling for warmth trope, that's usually used for like, romantic confession- Oh, my god I'm dying, my heart. The absolute tenderness. This may be the best huddling for warmth scene I've ever seen. Good job animators! I'm just -

Mayday protected Crosshair and treated him as a brother even though Crosshair was prickly, just like Cody did, and he's finally got it through his thick head that he doesn't belong with the empire, he belongs to the empire - he's just equipment to them - and that belonging with his brothers who actually care about him is worth so much more than than any false sense of grand purpose the empire might temporarily give him. Personal connection will always trump ideaogical bullshit.

And I suspect the thing about Crosshair is that once he commits to something, he's committed. That's it. Now that he knows the truth in his heart, nothing will stop him from acting on it. So he doesn't go subtle, like Cody slipping out in the night. He goes out guns blazing, killing that worthless empire motherfucker, because that's The Bad "when have we ever cared about orders? Batch Way.

That was so satisfying.

I am also glad we are going to pretty much immediately get back to whatever the heck is going on at Mount Tantis. Hemlock is creepy af, I love it. I really want to know what they plan to do to Crosshair tho???? They don't need him to make more clones, they're phasing them out, so what, clones are just convenient for shits-and-giggles experimentation? Like, they've got cloning down. And yeah, we know from Mandalorian/sequels Palps is trying to do Force sensitive cloning, but they don't need Crosshair for that, unless they've already got force sensitive dna and they're gonna shoot it into him to see what happens??? I somehow doubt that they'd risk a force sensitive supersoldier though, so I bet it's something else.

Predictions/wishlist for the rest of the season: I'm guessing Omega will get captured soon and then Crosshair will be like, "okay, let's bust out of this joint baby sis!" And Taun We will probably get killed helping them escape, then the Batch and Rex and Echo and Gregor will arrive, and I hope Omega (and Wrecker and Tech) will be like, "We can't leave the Zillow Beast! It's just a baby! The last of it's kind! Treated awfully just like us! (Big tooka eyes)" and Hunter will be like, "okay fine, we can rescue the beast." And Crosshair and Echo and Rex especially will be like, "wtf, force preserve us Hunter, you can't be serious right now - she makes big tooka eyes once and you do whatever she wants?!?!?! (Because Rex and Echo have experience denying Ahsoka's cuteness, so they have learned already that no good comes from indulging the chaos babies.) And then Omega and Crosshair befriend and get to ride the Zillow beast while it squashes all the imps as it escapes and then they find a nice uninhabited planet to drop it off, and the Batch is reunited and we get a happy ending of the season (and after credits hemlock escapes to be creepy again later, obv).

Meanwhile,

I still need to know where Cody is. Please.

#the bad batch season 2 spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch season 2 #the bad batch #episode 2x12

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parcequecestnotreprojeeeet · 1 year

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He celebrated with his boyfriend and not with her? Impossible, as you can see from my story. 😉 Your Strawberry

Happy Birthday

He felt like an impatient child as he stood in the plane's office waiting for the door to finally open. They had just landed and rarely was he ready for take-off at that point. Today he was not sitting at his desk writing or reading files, he wanted to get to his wife as soon as possible. He restrained himself with difficulty from asking when he could finally leave the plane.

Elated, he walked down the steps, his anticipation rising with each step. The gloomy mood with which he had awoken this morning left him completely. Everything had worked as planned and in a few minutes he would finally hold her in his arms again. Satisfied, he let himself sink into the car seat and his thoughts were with his wife.

As soon as the car door was opened, he jumped out of the car and climbed the steps to the entrance of the palace. When he reached the top, he slowed his steps, for she was standing in the doorway, awaiting him with a beaming smile. When he reached her, he stole a quick kiss and hugged her tightly. He heard her whispered "Happy Birthday" and a satisfied smile crossed his face. Then he noticed the servants standing around her and had to sigh. She had heard. "What is it?" "I need to kiss you properly," he explained softly so that only she could hear and released the embrace.

Smiling, he accepted the congratulations of those standing around her. Then he reached for her hand and heard her say to a staff member. "Wait for us here. We'll be back in five minutes, but I have something to show my husband first." She looked at him conspiratorially and pulled him towards her office. As they walked down the empty hallway, he asked, "What do you have planned?" She grinned at him. "A little party." He nodded, "Which we are now at least five minutes late to." "They're used to that. They'd be surprised if you weren't late," she laughed. When they reached her office and closed the door behind them, darkness enveloped them. He leaned her against the now closed door and murmured, "Perfect."

Then he clasped her neck and tenderly drew her lips to his. "I've dreamt of this since I woke up," he admitted with a sigh. He felt her smile before his lips melted into hers and their tongues engaged in a passionate battle. The darkness tempted them to deepen their passion for each other. Running their hands over their bodies, they pressed even closer together. Breathing heavily, she pushed him slightly away after a while. "We have to stop," she whispered. Also struggling for breath, he let his forehead fall against hers. "Hopefully that was just a taste of what's to come today," he whispered to her. "I promise," she laughed.

After one last, brief kiss, they broke away from each other and stepped back into the lit hallway. "You look like someone just kissed you passionately," she giggled. He winked at her. "So do you." She looked at her watch. "Oh dear, five minutes has already turned into fifteen minutes. Come on, let's freshen up quickly and then we have to go to your party." After a quick trip to the restroom, they reappeared in the entryway and allowed themselves to be escorted into the hall to his party. As they walked hand in hand side by side, smiles were on their faces and they felt the anticipation of the moment when they would pick up where they had just left off.

Helloooo sweet 🍓! ❤️

Hahahah everytime Brigitte “kills” Emmanuel’s excitement, I just scream 😂 First him arriving expecting to be alone with her, and her with the servants and a surprise party. And then, on that intense moment... ��We have to stop” 😂 No honey, you really don’t have to, the party and the guests are secondary 🤭😅

But oh la la! A little make out session alone in his office while all the guests are waiting for them... Hot!🔥😏 I have no doubts the guests knew exactly the reason of them being late tho 😂😂

Thank you so much, Strawberry! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #strawberry

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valiant--art · 2 years

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Follower Meme

Lord Zovereign || The Fallen Assassin

Class: Deception Assassin

Weapons: Double-bladed Lightsaber; The Force

Selection Lines:

"I knew you couldn't stay away from me."

"Follow my lead and we'll rip through anything that bars our path."

"Still not strong enough to work alone? How...charming."

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

Dismissal Lines:

"Perfect timing; I was getting bored."

"You'll call me back soon enough."

"Try not to have too much fun without me."

Battle Lines:

"Finally, a fight worthy of ME."

"You'd think they'd learn after the first dozen down, mm?"

"Don't be shy; beg."

"See how quickly they fall before us!"

(Laughter) "Don't think you can run from me!"

Exiting Battle:

(Sigh) "They really could have put up more of a fight."

"What a rush."

"I hope that dispelled any lingering doubts about my skill."

"No survivors. Good."

KO’d/Low Health:

"Don't you dare leave me behind!"

"This isn't- this isn't how it's supposed to go-!"

(Weak cough) "Ungh...there's blood pooling inside the mask..."

Resurrected:

"...I've had better performances."

"Don't expect me to thank you."

"This never happened."

"All part of the plan. ...What? Don't look at me like that."

Misc. Click Lines:

"Let's go."

"Hands off."

"Do you count your kills? You should."

"No, you can't take the helmet off. Pretend it's fused to my face or something."

"So were you never taught that it's rude to stare, or do you just not care?"

"You'd tell me if you were planning to betray me, wouldn't you? Common courtesy and all that."

"Never thought I'd miss a Dromund Kaas party, but this place is dull enough to make them look like prime time entertainment."

(Rare) "It's...nice having someone to fight beside again." (Pause) "Just don't make it weird."

Planet-Specific Lines:

(Korriban) "Home. I didn't miss it."

(Korriban) "Would you like a tour? I know these tombs like the back of my hand- I could even point out the exact places where I got to kick my fellows in the teeth."

(Dromund Kaas) "Remind me to see if my apartment evicted me yet."

(Dromund Kaas) "For all that the rain and the muck makes it difficult to do my job here, it's really fun to find workarounds. Adds a challenge."

(Tattooine) "Oh yes, bring the man in all black to the desert planet."

(Tattooine) "I knew you wanted to get rid of me. I didn't think you'd be so rude about it though; dying of heatstroke isn't a good way to go."

(Nar Shadaa) "I still can't tell if this place is hideously gaudy or the most captivating planet I've been to."

(Alderaan) "If you really can't deal with the nobles, hand them to me. I know how to deal with their types."

Additional Stuff

Favorite Gifts: Luxury ♥♥♥ / Trophy ♥♥ / Weapon ♥, Courting ♥, Imperial Memorabilia ♥

Gift Lines:

[Like] "...Huh. It's not bad, actually."

[Like; Courting Specific] "Did you really...? HAH! Oh, that's cute."

[Favorite] "Could do something nice with this."

[Love] "How did you-? I mean this is- ...thank you."

Likes: A dark sense of humor, violence, revenge, indulgence, questioning authority, personal gain.

Dislikes: Working with nobility, the greater good, adherence to rules and regulations, showing mercy, blindly being pro/anti-Imperial/Republic.

Bonus

Zovereign's recruitment is self initiated. He seeks out the PC and claims that a temporary alliance will serve both their interests, though he refuses to elaborate on his point. He initially presents himself as a completely irreverent, self serving man with a taste only for furthering his 'entertainment,' however he chooses to define that word in the moment. Loud, talkative, brash, and unequivocally cruel, he seems to delight in painting himself as the antagonist no matter the circumstances.

And while he's certainly all those things and more, at high approval, the PC will begin to catch him with his (metaphorical) mask down. He slips up, eschews antagonism for the more subtle trappings of camaraderie, and begins to allow some details about himself to be known. He offers to show the PC just how many instruments he's been trained to play, or perhaps they'd rather he teach them to dance...? Ah, and of course there are the stories he tells, reframed from 'I'm only saying this to piss you off ♥' to something more amicable- though no less gruesome. He likes the gory details. While he'll never delve too deep- the mask never comes off, nor does he make mention of his species, his family, or his true name- he does grow to consider the PC a companion, if not a friend.

Zovereign has flirt options available to all PCs, and picking them will, unfortunately, fill him with a disgusting amount of self satisfaction. He reciprocates easily, but ends up brushing aside any genuine romantic or sexual offers with nonchalant dismissal.

#swtor #follower meme #OC: Zovereign #Sith Pureblood #Sith Inquisitor #reign: ill never let anyone know my species ever <3 #me who needs to tag this: lol sorry king

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ryuzakemo128 · 2 years

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The Angel Of Death

Chapter Twenty Two: First Stage Of Grief: Denial

<-Previous Chapter / Next Chapter ->

Chapter Summary: Red is in denial about Galina's death. Which has unforeseen consequences for both her captors and her mind.

Trigger Warning: Mention of death, Violence, underground fighting.

She refuses to believe that her friend is dead. She tells herself that there is no way that she could be killed, that she is too strong and too smart. Red didn't want to believe it and she knew she had to be hallucinating her death.

"Galina has to be injured or something, they'd have to be fucking with me. Alfie is standing there, telling me she's dead. But I know for a fact that he's fucking with my head too. I can't lose my friend, Galina kept my temper in check and in balance. If lose that, I lose my mind completely," Red thought to herself, "I know I can win this fight, I know I can win this and come out of it alive. But I know I'll never be whole again. Galina is not dead,"

Red didn't understand what else they wanted to throw at her, as they were taking their sweet time before the fight even started. Rushing here and there, perhaps she should have seen this coming and this is the outcome of challenging their boss to a fight to the death.

"Alfie, I'm sorry for calling you an idiot yesterday. I'm sorry for doubting your intelligence and lastly I'm sorry for blaming you for Galina's death." Red says to Alfie, "We can go half and half for a business venture I think you might enjoy."

"You want that gun she has" Alfie says making Red uncomfortable at the accusation.

"No. Why would you say such a thing?"

"Because you were staring at her gun the entire duration of every conversation she had with me."

"Well you do run things in Camden Town don't you?"

"Don't make this about me Red. You want to kill with her own gun"

"Yeah, I also want to steal it. So which one is more likely to happen?" Red asked him.

"She took Galina's gun too?"

"No I have that, I took it before they did." Red muttered, showing it to Alfie, "It was a gift from a Jewish employer back in Russia. I gave it to Galina months after she started giving me work."

"Don't get insulted please, I rather not lose someone else today." Red says to him, "No I don't steal from Jewish people like you think. Besides I made you that promise right at the start."

"Good to know." Alfie responded, "Why did you have to say they were Jewish?"

"I didn't want you to get the wrong idea and think I stole it from him" Red say to him as if she was confessing to a murder, "We can agree on something a lot easier and I like talking to you and arguing with you. It's fun."

"You have a weird definition of fun" Aberama says to her.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Aberama Gold, you must be Thomas Shelby's lover, Red"

"Yeah, but that's not my actual name. It's an alias, a shield to stop people from knowing me. I don't know why I'm telling you that." Red says in low hushed tone, "Don't stand in my way as I kill her. Don't stand in my way at all in fact."

"Red killing her won't bring her back,"

"It'll bring her peace of mind and I have a need to bring that to her." Red states as a matter of fact, calm and collected as her anger continued bubble and boil underneath, "Sambo is a Russian martial art that my parents taught me until they died when I was fourteen."

"A martial artist against a boxer isn't exactly what I call a fair fight." Aberama says to her, as Alfie went to examine the lady Red would be fighting later that night.

"None of these fights were fair to start off with Mister Gold." Red replied, "Especially the ones I've been in"

Red walked away to get ready for a fight she won't soon forget. She remembered what it is like to lose and she was about to introduce the concept of losing to her opponent. She is more determined to kill someone than ever before.

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deathsphant0m · 3 years

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Also Bishop was the BBEG of this season, so like, there's no way he's dead that quickly.

The question is what did he do? He's annoying but also a crafty bastard, I don't trust that was the last we've seen of him.

#cw legends of tomorrow #legends of tomorrow #bishop #spoilers #come on i doubt they'd kill him off completely this soon #ABSOLUTELY not

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tonesplash · 3 years

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twilight boys encountering a 'pick me'

a/n: just felt like writing something fun w these three today. edwards is the longest because i like him. reqs are open :))

warnings: both edward and emmetts get a lil dark, seth has the only sane response, cursing and fem!reader

edward cullen

he has no choice but to know everyone in a 5-mile radius, so as soon as he lays eyes on them in his head, he's already like 'this fucking guy😒'

genuinely perplexed how they thought this was going to go

Edward is a curious man. Humans are weird creatures. So the first time they approach he is going to at least give them the benefit of the doubt.

As soon as they even spoke ill of you—

*Heavy sigh*

"Come on." And then throws his arm over your shoulders and walks away like a fucking diva, as many times as it takes.

if they are a little harder to get rid of

his first instinct is to protect, if he senses you can't take it or remove you from the situation if you are the type to throw hands lol

doesn't really matter who they are

"Edward, that was my lab partner, you dick."

"Yeah? They were about to tell me all about how you used to eat dirt and then ask out for coffee later. Do you want to turn around?"

if they don't take the hint, then boo hoo, they can face the consequences of messing with the guy willing to die for his s/o

Edward gets mildly psychological. he never touches a hair on their head, but his methods are a little... long-lasting

he won't tell you either, you'll just be curious and ask after your usually persistent annoyance

you asked how they were doing one night over the phone, and they'd shakily confessed to you that lately, just when they start to think they're alone, in tight rooms and smaller spaces, the lights will cut off, doors slamming shut and locking tight for sometimes hours until someone finds them. They ask if they can speak to Edward. He hits the end call button.

they don't answer your texts anymore :/

that, and the hostile stares across the lot, usually gets the job done

but if it's someone you absolutely have to be around, or you explicitly make it clear you want this person in your life for whatever reason,

he can muster the niceties, but that doesn't stop him from pressuring you to get rid of them, even if you think you aren't personally affected, hearing negative things flung around about you is mentally taxing to anyone going on for long enough, and he doesn't think forcing a fake friendship for any reason is healthy

if the reason you give him is something materialistic—say you are using them for their pool

he will pave it in your backyard like those guys on youtube using bamboo and mud if it means you listen to him

if they cross the line again he is absolutely that guy to stop the conversation with "and what do you mean by that?" "What is that supposed to mean."

until they respond, completely killing the vibe 🙄

emmett cullen

you already know what it is

anything this man thinks is coming out of his mouth right away

they try to be subtle, making little digs at you here and there, and smoothing it over with some personal anecdote no one asked for or acknowledges. Give him a second. Emmett is a little slow to catch things like this.

Maybe they take it too far, or if you complain about it at all–

*80+ years of American public school activated*

"The hell did you just say?"

and if they try to apologize, backtrack with some well-meaning bs to get on his good side?

absolutely DISGUSTING, begone thot

"People wouldn't hate you so much if you weren't so weird all the time" 🥴

Emmett isn't out to blow anyone cover or anything, but what are the Volturi going to care about a couple of American highschool write-ups

unrelated, but now I'm imagining one of the Cullens(probably still Emmett) having a prison arc because they keep beating high school children's asses until they are sentenced and then breaking out years later. it becomes a local legend and his mugshot is memed for years

he gets mean, but if they wanted him to stop, they wouldn't shit talk his girlfriend right in front of his face

Emmett is a car guy. I'm sure he identifies strongly w transformers. his first thought is always gonna be the car.

he isn't above dinging doors and bumpers, keying something mildly threatening, perhaps rigging it up to his jeep and hauling it to the far side of the parking lot and ruining their transmission for the entire school to see, if he's feeling wild

If they don't have a car? He at least has the self-control for some mild intimidation.

walking a crowd is always a risk. You never know who is going where at what time, who could step on a lace, stick a leg out, snatch their collar like scruff and yank sharply until they fall on their ass

It's petty, girl.

seth clearwater

He picks up on their dislike of you pretty quickly and is kind of worried for you cause–

Are you not aware? That this one person really seems to dislike you? Why is no one else talking about this?

he wants to be nice to your friends, so he waits for your cue, desperately side-eyeing you for the entire conversation, waiting for you to shut their jealously down

they say something rude about the way girls like you take care of yourself and he is just beyond over it and blurts "Okay—What?!"

really pitchy and confused, and also blinking incredulously because what the hell is their problem

Seth is a pretty persistent guy, and he not going to just let someone slip an awkward insult at you and continue to talk to him like normal

he'll be nice at first when they immediately apologize to you and him profusely and everything is cool again

until five minutes later, when you mention being a little tired and they cut in to ask him how you can even keep up with him, greedily eyeing the smooth brown skin of his arms, exposed by his sleeveless shirt, not subtle at all in their admiration of the lean musculature

"What are yOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT⁉️" he explodes, controlled in his anger but soo frustrated at having to listen to this crap, and then the unwanted advances.

he figured it was part of it with the redirection of every subject back to them, but he can't even think about that because that came completely out of left field and he can't just gloss over it again to keep the pace, mamas 😩 yes he says mamas, his sister is a lesbian i think its funny

completely bitches them out, but it's just an itemized list of every horrible thing this person has shown about themselves in the short time he has been around them — and after he has said his peace, calmly leaves

you follow him,ofc

#sometimes u remember there is more to fanfic than making edward cullen give head #twilight imagine #edward cullen x reader #requests open #twilight imagines #reader insert #emmett cullen x reader #emmett cullen imagine #seth clearwater x reader #fluff #seth clearwater imagine #pick me culture #twilight headcanons #headcanons #breaking dawn #new moon #eclipse #the wolf pack #the cullens

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skipps-writes-for-gojo-satoru · 3 years

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A lot of people are theorizing that Gojo might die in the manga or lose his eyes, and honestly, I thought so as well!

However, Gege had made it very clear in the manga that without Gojo, the world wouldn't be able to keep up with the rising strength and number of cursed spirits. Currently, there's only 2 jujutsu schools in Japan and not even 30 students. There's only 4 special grade sorcerers, now 3 without Geto, Yuki has her own agenda, and without Gojo, that just leaves Yuta to take on special grade curses.

The students are strong themselves, but they weren't even able to defeat Jogo or the octopus guy, let alone Mahito (who has since evolved) and Hanami (Gege implied in an interview that he would reveal Hanami's domain expansion later, which made fans go "wait, he's not dead?" Although, Gege might have chosen to forget about it this, but we shall see). Gojo himself was nearly defeated by Toji in his teen years due to Toji's intellect. Therefore, the students are going to have an incredibly tough time defeating the "brain" that has the intellect of a being who has survived for hundreds of years (over 150 years at least, since that's when Kamo Noritoshi had helped create the Cursed Wombs).

Even if they do find a way to defeat it themselves, they'd need help (let's also remember Choso almost killed Yuji, and Naoya almost beat Choso. The struggle is very real, especially since cursed spirits aren't the only enemy but politics are working against them, as well). The Gojo clan itself is only a one man team of just Gojo, and in the Shibuya arc Gege cemented the fact pretty clearly that if anything ever happened to Gojo, the world would pretty much be lead into an apocalyptic state or become overrun with curses- and that's exactly what's happening within the manga now. Because of Gojo's birth, cursed spirits were forced to become stronger, and the new age of curses won't even be able to be classified as only "Special Grade." Even right now, without Gojo, the Jujutsu sorcerers are struggling to keep curses at bay even in one city, let alone the whole country.

Even without the world's current trip to destruction, there's the matter of Yaga's execution. Who else, other than Gojo, is going to be able to stop this? Gojo is the only one who was able to convince the higher ups to at least stall executions. His students are still just that- students. In order to stop the higher ups' corrupt politics, Gojo, with his knowledge of jujutsu society and his silver tongue, is the one who has to intervene. Although it's possible, I wouldn't think that the students themselves would end up replacing the higher ups- if strength was all that mattered, Gojo would have taken over Jujutsu Society a long time ago. However, politics are not that simple, and I doubt Utahime, Shoko, or anyone else associated with Gojo is going to replace them anytime soon- not with Yaga on the chopping block as a supposed "traitor" for his affiliation with Gojo.

If the story is going to end with reformation of Jujutsu Society, an adult will have to take over the higher ups' places (unfortunately, Nanami, the adult of adults, cannot do so). Therefore, Gojo will have to lead, just as he dreamt of, with his "army" of strong students, his followers. Jujutsu Society needs someone with the intellect and persuasiveness Gojo has in order for change to occur- Gojo was able to convince the higher ups for many things, after all. He has the charisma to lead future Jujutsu sorcerers and teach them well. This is the role he has worked for all these years, after all. It would only make sense for Gojo to take over. Having Gojo die and the students kill the higher ups would be counterintuitive- Gojo could've done that years ago.

Gege also said that the one to tell Megumi about Toji has to be Gojo in an interview, so Gojo is definitely getting out of the box eventually to have that talk with him. However, I don't think Gege is going to kill him off afterwards- just Gojo being sealed is already putting the world into danger. The world needs Gojo's ability in order to get rid of all the curses quickly. If Sukuna ends up killing Gojo for whatever reason, I don't think having a Yuji/Sukuna combination will help the world because there will definitely be a power struggle between them (even if Yuji can withstand 15 finger Sukuna, 20 finger Sukuna is a whole other level, that's the complete manifestation of the King of Curses from a thousand years ago in a 15 year old's body! Even if Yuji is a special grade cursed womb, power doesn't win battles. He'll need willpower, trust, and wit. He's only just decided to kill Mahito, he's got a lot more to learn. There's also the matter of the 1 minute pact between them and what Sukuna will do to Fushiguro). Without Gojo, Yuta might end up having to kill Yuji/Sukuna in order to stop Sukuna from killing people (Yuta's ability to copy techniques will likely help), but losing Gojo AND Yuji will be very harsh on the world's state, leaving only Yuta to defend it and whatever crippled version of Megumi will appear after Sukuna's done with him (and the story. Yuji's development will go to waste if he's just killed by Yuta and then we'll have to see how Yuta plans to continue Gojo's dream of changing Jujutsu Society. Will Yuta become a teacher to create strong sorcerers like Gojo did? Will the world even still exist by that time? Killing the King of Curses won't change the world like Gojo dreamt. In fact, the story might just repeat itself with Yuta becoming a teacher instead). Still, if anyone had to kill Yuji, it should be Gojo, but if Gojo is to be the one that ends up killing Yuji to kill Sukuna, no one else will be capable of killing Gojo. Therefore, Gojo likely won't die.

Either way, I feel like it would be strange to kill off both Yuji and Gojo.

Gege also said that the "brain" can't control Gojo either, because it would be impossible for the brain to kill him. If the brain wanted Gojo's body after Sukuna possibly killed Gojo, I doubt it would be able to control him anyways because Sukuna would have sliced him to pieces. Gege also said there wouldn't be any point in the brain controlling Gojo's body, so Gojo dying for the brain's purposes wouldn't happen, as Gege said himself.

Therefore, I just don't see any good outcome from Gojo's death besides angst or even character development? What other reason is there for Gojo to die? Yuji already lost Nanami and thought Nobara died, giving him the character development needed for him to choose to kill Mahito. The world will also probably crumble if Gojo doesn't appear out of the box soon. Just him being sealed was enough for the Hunger Games: Jujutsu Sorcerer Edition to come out, so Gojo permanently disappearing (i.e. dying) pretty much means the world's gonna end 🤷 After all, if the spirits were gonna start a revolution, they could've done it ages ago, but they didn't because of Gojo. Gojo's very presence, even as a child, is what kept them in line all these years. Just one look at his eyes, even though he was only a child, had that old woman and old man looking cursed spirits sweating. Once Gojo appears again, many spirits will go back into hiding, even if not all. Therefore, his very presence would be a great help in restoring order in the world again. That makes Gojo coming back more useful than his death.

As for losing his eyes, it's possible but again, other than angst I don't see a reason for it. Gege also said that having Gojo be the Strongest is to show how strong Yuji's going to be in the future, so handicapping Gojo would be counterproductive.

Therefore, I doubt Gojo's going to die or lose his eyes in the story. There's just no reason for it, unless Gege intends to keep the world in an apocalyptic state at the end, kill off everyone except maybe one person, and have a new cast of sorcerers appear. Otherwise, Gojo's the only one who can reverse the world back to its original state, or close to it, at least within a few days, weeks, or months rather than years with his ability to exorcise spirits on a grand scale. Gojo might end up losing a few screws in his head, but other than that, I'm sure he'll be (physically) fine. I would imagine that Gege would want to loop back to Gojo's dream of changing society. In that case, who other than Gojo could lead? His students are still children. They're not as versed in dealing with the higher ups as he is. If the moral of the story is that such a thing is impossible, what bigger angst is there than to have Gojo live on as the Strongest as everyone he loves dies?

Of course, there was this one interview where Gege said his plan for the ending of Jujutsu Kaisen was that (of the 1st years and Gojo) to keep everyone alive except one person, or everyone dies except one person. In the former, it would easily have to be Yuji who ends up dying while everyone else lives since he's the one who's supposed to be executed from the very beginning. In the latter, as I said, Gojo being the only one left alive while everyone dies could happen just to show the burden and loneliness that comes with being the Strongest- just to show the difference in universes him and the others are living in (however, I will say that this outcome would be unlikely because Gojo's world will only reset to the day Geto had betrayed him. He would start from scratch, raising a new group of students, and then the story would repeat itself in a training montage. In a writing perspective, this ending would only occur if the author forgoes everything just to make you cry, that's it. It would work, but it would ruin the complexities of the story to reset everything by killing everyone for a new set of characters. Reminds me of the Walking Dead by TellTale games. Too many deaths and too many new people with only one of the original cast left. Pretty bad writing, that was).

Either way, if Gege is being serious in what he said about the ending of JJK and having all die except one or vice versa, Gojo is likely to survive either outcome.

However, if it does happen that Gojo dies while his students live, there's the matter of keeping Sukuna at bay and previous reasons stated above.

The only way I could see Gojo dying is if Yuji ends up surpassing Gojo enough so that he's no longer needed to keep balance in the world. Or, as Gege had described in why he killed Nanami (his favorite character, might I add), if Gojo no longer has any use in the story. In that case, Gojo would die, or it'd be alright for him to die because Yuji would take his place. Still, it's doubtful Gojo would become a character that's no longer needed when the world is hardly able to function without him.

If we're talking about Gojo's usefulness in the story being what determines whether he lives or dies, I'd say even if Yuji surpasses Gojo, Gojo would still remain useful- in politics, at least. Let's remember that without Gojo, the beginning of change in Jujutsu Society would not have happened. Yuta would've been executed, as would Yuji, Megumi would be in the Zenin clan, Maki would've never been recommended for 1st grade without Gojo paying off Mei Mei, Nanami might've not come back (Nanami said he hates the way the higher ups do things, but he trusts and has faith in Gojo even if he doesn't respect him). There are so many things that Gojo has done throughout the story, and if Gojo hadn't done one thing- if he let Yuta die, for example, or kept Megumi in the Zenin clan, the story would've been drastically different.

In other words, even if Gojo's physical abilites are somehow gone, Gojo's mouth still has plenty of uses. If the guy can talk his way out of his students' execution, he can likely talk his way out of his own, or at least Yaga's. Gojo's got a lot more uses than just exorcising curses, after all. As long as Gojo has use in the story, I'd think it's safe to say he'll survive. Hell, Gege might even keep him around just to hate on him some more. Though, the reality is that Gojo basically wrote Jujutsu Kaisen with how his actions created the ripple effect into what we have now- another parallel between the author and Gojo, since it's been said that Gojo has a lot of similarities to Gege (Could Gojo be Gege's self insert? 😳 Even their names are similar!)

Also, Gojo had planned ahead enough for Yuta to become a double agent and trick the higher ups into thinking he'd killed Yuji. It's likely he has more up his sleeve than that and is sitting in the prison realm waiting for other traps he had set to go off.

Here's the Q&A translation where Gege said the brain can't kill Gojo:

https://twitter.com/_zanzou_/status/1379431624262094868?s=19

Other Q&As I've read are from Shiro, JJK Fanbook, and Ducky on Twitter and JujutsuFact on Insta, etc

- 🤔 (Sorry if this one seems a bit rushed or hard to read! I'd have to reread the Shibuya arc to explain more in depth but the pain is just 😭 I'm going off of my thoughts while I was reading this awhile ago cause I got told Gojo might die in that arc and I remember thinking all these things to myself to convince myself he won't die and wanted to share!)

WOW JUST WOW now I've learned more from this post than all of my classes combined. I never knew about some of those things. That's very interesting 🤔 anon! Mann just reading this I'm literally trying to picture how the manga will go...and yes gojo ain't dying no if someone says he is imma slap them with this post. THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN OH GREAT 🤔 ANON. We really appreciate all the research you do and I absolutely love reading them!! ❤❤❤ I LOVE YOU

#thank you 🥺❤️#ahh i love youu #gojo protection squad #gojo discussions #gojou satoru #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo satoru #skipps chat

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I was listening a silly song while dying of boring when it came to my mind that Bella's great idea (sarcasm) to name her daughter to run away with Jacob was "Vanessa Wolfe", I mean it's better than Renesmee, but putting "Wolfe" like her lastname makes me wonder Bella's intelligence.

Btw if every vampire has another identity what names (complete ones) would you think the Volturi (guards and kings) could choose?

The name isn't important. Esme Renée Nelluc, Arod o'Nfindme, Ebony D'arkness Raven, whatever. And Vanessa Wolfe isn't bad at all. Bella was feeling punny, yes, but both Vanessa and Wolfe are legitimate names. No human will question it, and if the Volturi have gotten close enough to Renesmée that the name Vanessa Wolfe comes up, they've found her anyway.

No, the problem with the plan was that it was never going to work.

If Renesmée needed to go into hiding, it would mean the confrontation turned out badly and the Cullens were all dead.

It would also mean that Renesmée escaped, by shapeshifter, from this battle scene. Even if somehow not a single vampire(They're so observant!) noticed a wolf the size of a bear running off with the child they're all there for (and I have strong doubts Carlisle's witnesses would be cool with this. If Renesmée flees, that's all their fates sealed), and no one on either side ran after them right away, Jacob and Renesmée still wouldn't get far.

Jacob has a very strong stink vampires will easily follow. A vampire can go into the ocean and lose their scent, but Jacob can't do that. He has to travel by land. He needs sleep, his pursuers don't. He needs to eat far more often than his pursuers do.

He wouldn't have much of a head start either.

If there's a fight, I can't imagine it could last more than an hour, most likely much less. Everyone would have seen him leave with Renesmée, so it would be no problem for Aro to send a team to hunt them down as soon as the situation was under control.

To say nothing of Demetri.

For any of this, the head start, the race to somehow outrun vampires, the fake papers, all of it, to matter, Demetri has to be dead. He most likely is not, as he wouldn't be a priority to kill in the event of a battle. Jane, Alec, Chelsea, Aro, Renata, Caius, and the wives would.

Let's assume, though, that Renesmée and Jacob somehow get away, while Demetri conveniently dies. This simply means Aro has to find them the old-fashioned way. He'd have to search for them, of course, but he is very patient, very intelligent, and has an infinity of resources. Besides, they're not inconspicious. Ridiculously tall Native American man, unusually beautiful bronze-haired girl... if they live completely off the grid it'd make it harder for Aro, but that'd be a miserable life and he'd still find them in the end. Plus, tracking is a semi-common talent in the Twilight world, if Demetri is dead Aro would get new trackers soon enough. No one is as good as Demetri, but Aro would get the job done.

But, again, no elaborate search efforts would be needed, nor would Renesmée and Jacob ever actually make it into hiding. At best they'd survive the Cullens by a couple of hours.

I think Alice did this whole fake papers and Mr. Jenkins plot for two reasons.

One was to give Bella peace of mind. This way, she had hope her daughter wouldn't die with her. Should she die, she would die thinking her child was safe. It was a very proactive plan too, where Bella had to go through great trouble and secrecy to ensure Renesmée this failsafe, which in turn meant she could feel like she was actually doing something for her daughter's protection, not just sitting around twiddling her thumbs awaiting her child's certain death. It was a kindness.

The other was to keep Bella from bolting.

This woman made it quite clear, mere months earlier, during the newborn battle that she will sacrifice anything and anybody for the ones she loves. Edward's family could die, and Bella would be very sorry, but she would ultimately let it happen if it meant keeping him safe. She made him sit out that battle, lowering the Cullens' chances of making it through in one piece, and in Breaking Dawn this same woman is in a very similar situation, only this time it's her child on the line.

If Alice didn't give Bella this shiny plan, a quest where the MacGuffin at the end is a copout to protect her daughter, then Bella might have done something rash. At least Alice and Jasper would fear as much, considering the very recent memory of what Bella did last time.

So yeah, Bella could have put Renesmée's name down as "Juliet Isolde Heathcliffe" and it wouldn't have mattered.

As for what names other vampires would choose, I think that's best left for another post since this one got long, so I'll just say that I imagine most of them go with their first name and a low-effort or punny second name.

#bella swan #alice cullen #jacob black #demetri #twilight #twilight meta #twilight renaissance #long post

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fanfiction-artist-prototype · 2 years

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❛ you can sleep over, it’ll be like when we were kids. ❜ Tenko/Tomura and Izuku, in an universe where they knew each other as kid (either because they're related or not, your choice)

Quick AU backstory: Tomura knows Izuku when they were kids, sees him with a bone breaking quirk at USJ after thinking he killed him like everyone else (bc AFO told him he did to completely isolate him) and basically decides 'no if Sensei would lie about that what else is he lying about' and starts to doubt him until eventually he leaves at Kamino and he goes to Izuku searching for refuge.

Inko is on a business trip.

Izuku is freaking out, just a little bit.

Maybe a lot.

In his defence; which he's going to need because All Might is going to kill him, Aizawa sensei is going to kill him and Kacchan - good god is Kacchan going to kill him when he realises that Tomura is Tenko - he didn't know his supposedly dead childhood friend/childhood pseudo older brother was alive, nor did he know he was All For One's protege.

If All Might didn't want situations like this he should have told Izuku about All For One sooner! Really, Izuku can't be responsible for this clerical error in the universe if he wasn't being given the right information. Also Tenko was supposed to dead.

The boy - teen- lying on his couch covered in dust, black goop and his own blood from where he straight up decayed the tracker out of himself, is very much alive. And very much Tenko.

Izuku would know those moles anywhere.

"You should... probably bandage that."

"What does it matter?" Tenko sounds so very, very tired, "It's just blood anyway."

Well, that's certainly a response.

"I mean," though the older boy isn't looking in his direction he can't help but gesticulate, "I don't really want to hand scrub blood out of the couch or explain to my mother why there's blood on her couch."

"CRAP I FORGOT ABOUT AUNTIE!"

Faster than he's seen the boy the past few times they'd crossed paths, the older boy throws himself off of the couch, tripping over himself and going sprawling against the wooden floorboards instead.

His hair is just tickling Izuku's shoes and though he wants to rush and help the already injured boy up he feels somewhat numb, given everything thats already happened, "Please don't bleed into the flat below us. We already owe them for water damage I don't want to explain blood as well."

His answer is a groan, but slowly Tenko pulls himself up onto his knees and stays there, hands tentatively coming up to brush his hair out of his face. He wants to ask if decay works on hair, but he supposes if it works on skin then it would work on hair.

Izuku also wants to know how Tenko got a quirk when he was quirkless! But then again, he supposes it was most likely All For One.

"You can sleep over, it'll be like when we were kids!" he explains, and Tenko makes a disgruntled noise once more.

But it's an improvement and soon enough he's allowed to grasp Tenko's pinkie finger and lead him into the Bathroom where he's once more allowed to tentatively clean and bandage the injured midsection.

He feels his stomach twist at the damage Tenko had caused to himself, but given the state of his hands he can't say much, he's only glad that all that's left are aches rather than any kind of stabbing pain like there had been when he had the casts.

#AOBA #Asks #platonic prompts asks #bnha

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Benthan Week Day 1 - Hurt/ comfort

Title: Digging In

1873 words fic with art. TW for blood, torture and injury. Physical hurt followed by comfort with a happy ending. Benji is taken and physically tortured in an unusal way.

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Benji lurched forward as something connected with his torso followed by another sudden movement which caused pain to shoot up his side. His eyes snapped open.

“Get up.” Spat a voice from above.

The agent realised he was on a cold, hard floor in a dimly lit space. His chest was bare and he shivered with short gasps. With no recollection of how he got there and a dizzying feeling, he realised he had been drugged. The last thing he remembered was driving home after a long day writing up mission reports which could have been minutes or hours ago. Before his mind was clear enough to fully assess the situation he was in, he was roughly dragged to his feet. Whatever drug they had given Benji had sapped his energy and he sagged, unable to control or defend himself. Benji registered one person holding him firmly upright while another, a man with thick clothes and gloves, began to unwind a roll of barbed wire. Without hesitation, one of Benji's arms was pulled forward and the wire was pulled over his palm and roughly bent around his wrist. The barbs began slicing into his skin and Benji let out a shout of agony to which seemed to spur his captors on. Over and over again, the wire was roughly twisted around his arm at various angles, each coil bringing more barbs puncturing his skin. Grimly, Benji noted that the drug which kept him from fighting back did nothing to stop the pain. As soon as Benji thought the pain was growing too much to bear, the wire was looped through a ring bolted to the ceiling and his other arm was subjected to the same torture. This left him standing upright with his arms trapped above his head. By now whatever drug he was given had worn off enough that he could hold himself up straight. The two men stepped back and in front of Benji, seeming to gleefully eye up the state that they'd put him in.

Benji recognised the men as members of the Apostles who had not yet been tracked down. The one who had used the wire began to speak.

“You're going to die here.” He stated matter-of-factly. “Whether it takes hours or days, it doesn't matter. Just know that all you'll know until you die is pain-“

Benji tried to kick at the men which only caused himself more pain. “Why would you do this?” he choked out.

“You and your friend, Ethan, shouldn’t have tried to stop us. We may not have been able to cause mass suffering but If Ethan finds you strung up here, dead, knowing there will have been nothing he could have done to save his precious friend. That. That is enough for us now.”

Before Benji could think of a reply, the men turned and left.

He could smell his own blood which coated his arms and dripped down past his elbows, some splashed onto his chest and further to the floor with a barely audible wet sound. As time passed, his vision adjusted and he understood from the corrugated iron walls that he was in an old, rusting shipping container but with little light and no windows, he had no idea where he was or how long he had been there. All the while, the barbs caused searing pain and his muscles began to ache as he was forced to hold himself in position.

Light coming through cracks in the door and walls had brightened gradually, indicating to Benji that the sun was rising outside of the box. Some of his blood had dried to a brownish crust while fresh blood occasionally oozed. Hours continued to pass and the only thing keeping Benji from giving up completely was the hope that Ethan might find him. He had to try and stay alive because his captors were right; the thought of Ethan finding him strung up and dead was almost worse than the physical pain he was in. It was peculiar to Benji how those around him, even those he fought against seemed to immediately pick up on the bond between him and Ethan but then again, maybe it wasn’t so odd after all. They had so much faith in one another, kindness, loyalty and shared experiences that Benji found himself growing ever closer to the other agent. In fact, the feelings he had for Ethan had begun to develop past friendship after Kashmir and into something else. Benji made a promise to himself that if by some impossible miracle he was to get out alive, he would tell Ethan how he felt. With his eyes screwed shut against the pain, Benji found comfort in picturing Ethan talking to him, reassuring him, laughing at his jokes and smiling with that kind old smile that he might never see again.

The cruellest part of this torture, Benji came to realise was that despite the exhaustion, blood loss and agony which coaxed him to pass out, he simply could not allow himself to move or relax. He knew that doing so would make the barbs to twist deeper into his flesh. For now, he noted that no barbs were deep enough to hit any major blood vessels or the blood loss would have killed him by now. Despite this, he was still loosing blood and Benji began doubting that he could stay awake and tears began to sting, threatening to spill. Maybe he should give in, even if he died there, at least the dead don’t feel pain.

Benji was jerked from his thoughts by the sound of metal scraping against metal as the door was forced open and light flooded into the container.

“Benji…” Ethan’s voice echoed.

Ethan rushed closer but Benji didn't move, too physically and mentally drained to respond. He simply stared down with dull and unfocused eyes. Ethan’s gaze flicked over Benji's form, horrified at the situation Benji was in. A gentle hand was on Benji's face, and Ethan's thumb caressed his cheek.

Softly, Ethan whispered "Look at me" and after a few seconds, Benji's eyes flicked up to meet Ethan's.

“i'm so, so sorry Benji...” Ethan felt a rush of anger. He wanted to cry but he had to hold himself together for Benji. He was lucky to have found Benji alive. The two Apostles who took Benji did not anticipate just how determined and fast Ethan would be with the help of Luther who had tracked Benji's location by hacking security cameras. Luther was waiting nearby in a van.

"I can't remove the wire from your arms, it could cause more damage but I promise you, this will be over soon. I'm taking you home"

Benji was too weak to hold himself up and Ethan knew that if he simply cut Benji free, he could collapse and cause more injury. Ethan also understood that removing the barbs there and then would only cause more pain and bleeding too.

He used his left hand to steady one of Benji's arms in place above his head, careful to avoid pressure on the wire, then used a pair of cutters with his right to cut through the wire that held Benji's arm up. Ethan then slowly lowered that arm to Benji's side. He did the same to the other arm then awkwardly shuffled closer to Benji's side and manoeuvred an upper arm to rest across his neck, attempting to steady him. After failing to shuffle forwards holding Benji up like this, it became evident that Benji did not possess the strength to walk at all and Ethan didn’t want to put any pressure on his arms.

“I- I can’t, Ethan, I just-“ Benji coughed out.

“It’s okay, I’ll carry you” and Ethan resorted to gathering Benji up and carrying him out. Benji noticed the bodies of the two apostles outside and the last coherent thought he had before he passed out was thinking of how warm Ethan's arms were.

Benji woke up again to find himself in the back of a van. Pain continued to flare up his arms and he groaned, his chest throbbed and his head pounded. A reassuring hand stroked through his hair and realised his head was in Ethan’s lap.

“i've got you, you're going to be okay" murmured his friend. One of Ethan’s jackets had been draped over Benji's upper body to try and keep him warm for the journey and a quick glance up he could tell Luther was driving. “We’re not far from a hospital now, you’re going to be just fine.”

Luther had called ahead to notify the hospital and upon arrival they were met by a team of paramedics. Benji was taken inside and immediately given some strong pain killers along with fluids. The rest of the day passed in a haze, scans were taken of the tech’s arms to determine how close any barbs were to blood vessels, tendons and nerves. Then, Benji was sedated and the painstaking process of removing the wire began.

The next time Benji awoke he was relived to find that the wire had been removed from his arms and hands which were mostly covered in bandages. The painkillers had worked their magic and he mostly just felt subdued and so, so exhausted.

“I’d hold your hand if I could” Ethan murmured, catching Benji’s attention. The older agent sat in a chair next to the bed and Benji could have sworn he looked like he had been crying. The comment and Ethan’s expression caught Benji off guard and he briefly wondered if he had imagined it.

“I’m sorry.” Ethan paused, contemplating what to say. “I’ve just… come to realise how much you mean to me, I care about you so much, more than you know and it shouldn’t have taken me so long to realise and tell you that. I understand if you don’t feel the same-“

Before Ethan could continue, Benji quietly interjected “Thinking of you while I was in that place kept me going, kept me from giving up, so yes, yes I feel the same.”

“Are you sure?”

Benji perked up slightly “of course, I’m bloody sure!" He chuckled "I love you Ethan Hunt and can not be more relived that you feel the same!”

Ethan beamed and moved closer to the bed, then pressed his lips to Benji’s gently, a sweet kiss that Benji smiled into and a promise of many more in their future.

When Ethan pulled back he spoke again, “I was thinking, if you’d let me, once you are discharged from here, can I come back with you? To your place? You won’t be able to do much without full use of both arms for a while and I want to help you. I want to be there for you and if I’m with you I’ll be able to make sure you’re safe. Not that you’re not capable of looking after yourself I just-, while you recover which I know will take some time, both physically and mentally”

Benji grinned, feeling a wave of affection for Ethan “of course, I’d love to have your company… and maybe you could stick around with me after I’m mostly healed?”

“That sounds like a plan.”

#benthan #benji dunn #ethan hunt #my fic #my art #I will post this to AO3 later but I am at work right now so can't. i'm not finishing until past 10 pm and want this posted today.#I know it's far from perfect. i've published one other fic in my life and know i'm not a great writer it's okay to not like it I understand #and I don't plan on being a writer or anything #but I did put effort into this and hope people enjoy it!! I just lack writing experiance y'know.#benthanweek2021

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