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sanguineterrain · 5 months

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restroom attendant | jason todd

Summary: Tonight is the worst night ever--you just got dumped on your birthday, and all you want to do is cry in the restaurant bathroom in peace. That is, until, the Red Hood bursts in. This city just won't cut you a break.

Pairing: Jason Todd x fem!reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings/tags: humor, mild angst, reader's ex-bf cheats and dumps her, jason is such a silly goose, flirting, meet ugly, canon-typical violence, awkward jason, comic relief dick grayson.

A/N: this is probably the silliest fic i've ever written LOL! i hope you guys enjoy it. please support your local jason todd enthusiast and reblog :)

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Tonight sucks.

With a shaky hand, you attempt to soothe your swollen eyes. You’ve probably been in here for about twenty minutes. Your Uber has definitely left, as has your now ex-boyfriend of three years.

Yoga instructor. It’s always the yoga instructor. They’re always fucking the yoga instructor.

You swallow a mouthful of tears and phlegm and try not to let the wet sink touch your dress. All you’d wanted was a little class on your birthday, maybe have some wine and play footsie under the table with your boyfriend. But no. That would’ve been too easy for you.

You’re starting to think this city is cursed.

The door slams open. The force of it shakes the bathroom, rattles the mirrors. You spin around.

A man slides across the floor and smacks his head on the opposite wall. Red Hood appears in the doorway, the eyes of his helmet glowing eerily.

Yep. Definitely cursed.

"Let's try this again," Hood says pleasantly, reloading his gun with a fresh magazine. "And in the interest of making myself transparent: when I ask you a question, Jerry, I expect a truthful answer."

He stalks over to Jerry and heaves him up by the lapels of his suit jacket. Hood's biceps bulge as he holds Jerry against the wall. You squish yourself against the sink. Water soaks the back of your dress.

"You're crazy, I didn't do anything!" Jerry shouts, feet barely scraping the floor.

"Volume, Jerry. People are trying to enjoy their meals.”

“Let go of me, Hood! I wasn’t anywhere near the Iceberg Lounge!”

“Yeah, see, words are coming outta your mouth, but they don't match the fact that I have three people who put you at the scene. How can we remedy this inconsistency? Any ideas?"

Jerry squirms, but he's no match for Hood's strength. Your heart pounds in your chest.

"Don't give me to the cops!" Jerry begs.

"Cops are the least of your worries right now," Hood snarls. "You're damn lucky Nightwing wants to talk to you, Jerry, or your head would hurt a lot more."

Slowly, you reach for your purse, trying to pull out your phone. Instead, you knock it to the floor. Tears gather in your eyes because this night just can’t cut you a break.

“Motherfucker,” you whisper.

Hood turns, those frightening white eyes now on you. Jerry also looks at you, legs still dangling.

“Hey,” Hood says without a sign of struggle. “Shit. Y'alright? Did I swipe ya?”

“No,” you say, voice shaky.

His posture softens. “Okay. I’m not gonna hurt you. Don’t be afraid.”

“I believe you. But, um… you're in the women's bathroom.”

Red Hood gives the room a onceover.

“Huh. So we are. Dunno how that happened.” He shakes Jerry by the collar. “Why’d you run into the women’s bathroom, asshole?”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Don't kill me!” Jerry wails.

“Shut it, Jesus. I'm not gonna kill you. Not yet, anyway.”

“It's fine, I was just leaving,” you say, bending down to get your purse.

“Hey, no, don't let me push you out,” Hood says. “Sorry. I'll be gone in a couple minutes.”

Hood adjusts his grip so Jerry's face is against the wall, arms and legs restrained. Then he zipties Jerry and sits him down hard on the floor. Hood presses a button on his helmet.

“Yo, N, I'm at Prescott's. Yeah, with Jerry. No, I didn't tell him to run in here, he did that all on his own! Well, I chased him for ten blocks, so I’d prefer if you’d keep your bitching to yourself. Thank you… Okay, we're in the women's bathroom, so—well, I didn't do it on purpose! No, I’m—will you just come here? There’s a side window.” Hood presses the button again with a grunt. “Dickhead.”

“Are you gonna erase my memory?” you ask.

Hood jerks, turning back to you.

“What? Hell no, I'm not gonna erase your memory. I don't do that shit, I promise.”

You slump against the sink. “That's too bad. I would prefer it.”

He looks up from Jerry’s last ziptie and pulls it extra tight. Jerry whimpers.

“How come?” Hood asks.

You shake your head. “It's nothing.”

“Hm. Doesn't look like nothing. If you're in danger—”

“I'm not in danger. I…”

You glance at Hood. You can't see his face, but his body language seems genuine. From what you've heard, Hood isn't known for mincing words or doing things he doesn't want to. And he’s good to Gothamites. Well, the law-abiding ones, anyway. He’s even been endorsed by Batman.

What's the harm in telling him about your disastrous night? Not like you'll see him again. Or Jerry.

“I got dumped,” you say.

“Ah.” Hood nods. “Been there.”

Somehow, the idea of Red Hood getting dumped is weirder than him beating up a guy in the women’s bathroom of Prescott’s.

You sniffle, and wipe your eyes with the back of your hand.

“Yeah, um. It was our three year anniversary today. He took me here, told me he was in love with his yoga instructor, and then left.”

You tear up thinking about it. Hood makes a quiet noise.

“Shit. Well, I haven't been there,” he says. “But I know infidelity. I'm sorry. Dudes are trash.”

“And it's my birthday today,” you blurt, sniffling.

“Happy birthday,” Jerry says, clutching his stomach.

“What a fucking asshole!” Hood snarls, and lets go of Jerry, who crumples like a sack of potatoes. He’s out cold in a second, frozen on the floor.

Your brows rise. “Is he okay?”

“He’s fine. It’s his first time in Gotham.” Hood shrugs. “Anyway, where was I? Right, your asshole ex. Like it's not enough to publicly dump you, and then he goes and does it on your birthday? Who is this guy? I'll go talk to him right now.”

You laugh a loud, snorting laugh. It bounces off the tiles.

Hood tilts his head. “What’d I say?”

You catch your breath and wave your hand.

“No, nothing, I’m sorry. I’ve just had a crappy night and that’s probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever offered to me.”

“I mean it,” Hood says. “I’ll scare him if you want.”

“As tempting as that is, I don’t want to be an accessory to a crime.”

You also don’t want to put your ex in the ICU, no matter how much he might deserve it. Best to let the universe do its thing.

“You’d be acquitted, don’t worry.” Hood leans against the stall. “I’d never letcha go to jail.”

You smile, your ears growing warm. “You don’t even know me. What if I deserve it?”

“Nah. I got a good sense about people. I can tell you’re sweet. Probably don’t even run through red lights.”

“I try not to,” you say, heat spreading to your face.

“Yeah, a good girl. I figured as much.”

Your eyes widen. Hood coughs and rubs his neck. Even his coughs sound intimidating through the helmet, but that’s negated by his scrunched-up posture.

“Fuck. Sorry. That wasn’t a come-on,” he says. “I mean, it sounded like one, but I’m realizing what a creep I am, flirting with you in a bathroom with a zip-tied criminal. Sorry.” He shakes his head. “I hate myself.”

You grin. “It’s okay. You made my night better, actually. Thanks.”

“That’s a testament to how terrible your night’s been if I made it better.”

You shrug. “Could always be worse. I bet Jerry had an even shittier night than me.”

“You’d win that bet. But I—”

The window swings open with a clunk. Nightwing pops his head in. He looks at Hood, then you.

“Uh,” he says. “Evening. What’s going on?”

“What’s going on is it took you almost ten minutes to get here,” Hood says, back in Vigilante Mode. “Did you get lost?”

Nightwing smiles with all his teeth. “I was actually cleaning up your mess at the Bowery, Hood. You’re welcome.”

He looks at you. “Hi. Sorry about this. I hope we didn’t ruin your night. If there’s anything we can reimburse you for…”

You shake your head. “It’s okay. My night was already sunk. Don’t worry about it. Thanks for keeping Gotham safe.”

Nightwing laughs. “The pleasure is ours.”

“Alright, enough chattering, Dickwing,” Hood says. “Take him.”

He lifts the unconscious Jerry, pushing him up to the window. He does so effortlessly, his jacket riding up to reveal his skin-tight jumpsuit.

You look away before he catches you staring. There’s definitely something wrong with you.

Nightwing takes Jerry and waves at you. Then he disappears.

“So, uh,” Hood says. “I gotta go.”

“Oh! Right, of course. Sorry to keep you.”

“Now what’re you apologizing for?” he asks, and it almost sounds like a tease. You wonder what his smile looks like. What color his eyes are.

“Well, I really didn’t mean to keep you…”

“You didn’t keep me,” Hood says, and you can hear the warmth even through his decoder. “This is probably the best arrest I’ve ever made.”

He starts to climb through the window, then stops. He digs into one of the pockets of his belt and pulls out a scrap of paper.

“This is my number,” he says. “Well, it’s kind of the vigilante hotline. But you can reach me here, in case you ever need help.”

Hood walks over to give it to you. He smells like gunpowder and oranges. He’s even larger this close, the width of his shoulders dwarfing you.

“Thank you,” you say quietly.

He nods and backs up, clapping his hands.

“Right. So I’ll go… Bye.”

Hood looks at you for a moment more. Then he hops up onto the window sill and slides out, somehow graceful despite his bulk. The window closes.

Your dress has dried, which is nice. You walk out of the bathroom. It’s a miracle no one else has come in.

You get your coat and this time, when you see the empty seat across from yours, you don’t burst into tears, which is progress. You call another Uber and go to wait for it at the front. The hostess approaches you.

“Ma’am?” she says, and holds out a small, plastic container. In it is a slice of tiramisu.

“I didn’t order this,” you say.

“It was called in and paid for by a Mr. R.H. He wishes you a happy birthday.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

You’re definitely leaving a five-star review on Yelp.

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stvolanis · 2 months

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What about rafe with a reader who talks a lot land has a bubbly personality and he’s getting annoyed cause she’s just talking on and on and he’s already in a bad mood and so her just talking he’s getting annoyed and like he makes a comment of “why don’t you stop talking and put your mouth to a better use” (sorry for how badly worded this is)

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Rafe Cameron! who loves his silly little best friend who he’s had a claim on since 6th grade :). Always so sweet to him when you guys were in school together. Giving him the answers, walking with him to all your classes, rides home after school with you on aux cause how could he ever say no to you? Not to mention the fact that he knew you harbored a little crush on him—

Rafe Cameron! Who knew you were heavily inexperienced in the sexual realm of things, which he made sure of after he beat up every guy who even thought they’d be able to breathe the same air as you. He takes great pride in being able to teach you things no one else will. Of course you’d question it, looking up at him with those pretty doe eyes that make his cock pulse with confusion when you guys were in the back seat of his truck one day. “Rafey, I dunno if we should do this—feels weird.” You muttered, your hand tightly wrapped around his cock with his hand shoved down your pants. “Thought you wanted to take care of me, sweetheart? This is just what best friends are supposed to do.”

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Rafe Cameron! Who finally has had enough of your constant yapping. “God, baby, you ever shut the fuck up? Hm? Jus’ be fuckin’ quiet, little girl.” He hissed through clenched teeth, pinching your cheeks together harshly to cease your talking, yet the way your eyes watered and thighs clenched together didn’t go unnoticed. “Think you jus’ need somethin’ stuffed in there so you’ll shut up. That it?” He mocked. You looked up at him from your knees, confused as to what he was referring to.

Rafe Cameron! Who’s cock slapped against your waiting tongue in a taunting manner. Curved slightly, with trimmed hair at the base and heavy balls. His scent strong, consuming your mind with an aching throb between your thighs you knew only Rafe could help. “Gonna teach you how to suck dick like a pro, kay?” He urged, pushing his fat tip into your mouth, further and further till the sounds of you gagging and gasping for air around him was all he could hear, and tears running down your pretty face was all he could see. “That’s my girl. See? All you needed was some good dick to shut cha’little ass up, huh?” He cooed.

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atsvmi · 1 year

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Isagi’s Interlude

“I wish I wasn’t famous/ I wish I was still in school/ So that I could have you in my dorm room/ I would put it on you crazy” - Cece’s Interlude, Drake

✿ tags: minors dni, 18+ content, pro!Isagi, fem!reader (called good girl, wears a skirt, has cleavage, etc.), established relationship, mention of an age difference (reader is older than Isagi, both are in their 20s), consensual audio recording, role play (university students), switch!Isagi, switch!reader, oral (male receiving), humping, unprotected sex, mentions of virginity but neither is a virgin, purity kink, corruption kink (?), one mention of a spoiler, tbh i think this is pwp but idk

✿ wc: 3.5k

✿ a/n: the time has come that i officially am no longer catfishing as a writing blog🥳 please clap. also, this is my first time writing smut so please be kind<3

“Do you think we’d still date if we knew each other when we were in school?”

Your question is a random but welcomed conversation as you both work to reset your shared kitchen after dinner, you wash as he dries. In the seconds between the next clean dish, he pauses to consider his answer, before choosing to reach for low-hanging fruit.

“Do you mean high school? If so then...I hope not,” he finally answers. He can’t help but laugh as you fling the excess water and soap from your fingers onto him in indignation.

“No, I didn’t mean fucking high school. And quit making me seem like a fucking cradle robber, asshole.” You’ve been together long enough that the four-year age difference between the two of you is little more than a fun fact and a harmless joke at times. He can sense your annoyance is mostly for show but he chooses not to push any further.

“Ok, ok. I’m sorry,” he manages to get out between chuckles, fending himself from the assault of suds. Again he pauses to really think about what could’ve been. What would he have studied? Would he manage to get into a university with a good team? How would you manage to cross paths? He realizes it’s hard to consider anything when he doesn’t know much about your own school experience outside of the anecdotal stories you’ve told him.

“Tell me what you were like in school first.”

You resume washing the dishes, multitasking as you answer him.

“Um…pretty lame honestly. I wrote for the school’s newspaper. I wasn’t super active on campus but that made me get out there more than I would’ve on my own. But I did go to some parties.”

He lets your answer sink in.

“Yeah, I think we would’ve still got along. You don’t sound like you were much different from now so I don’t see why not.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he can see your lips turn slightly up, pleased with his answer. Cute.

“Do you ever think about your life if things turned out differently? Like if Blue Lock never happened?”

He can’t say he has. Blue Lock changed his life on its head completely, it’s hard to imagine things working out any differently. Tada and the others he went to school with were freshly graduated, at least according to their social media updates, so he supposes he would be too. Yet still, it’s hard to think about something so different than today.

“I dunno. I can’t really picture it. Actually, I don’t even want to. If I didn’t go to Blue Lock then who knows if I’d ever get the chance to play the soccer I want to. I’d probably never get to play professionally either.” He lets his train of thought wander, eventually realizing that without playing professionally, who knows if he’d ever cross paths with you. He buries the thought before it can even fully form and upset himself in the process.

“Yeah, that’s fair,” you conclude as you hand him the final dish. “I’m gonna get ready for bed. Can you just finish up here by sweeping?”

He nods in the affirmative, which you thank with a kiss that just misses his lips before leaving in the direction of the bedroom. Left with only his thoughts he can’t help but think a bit more about what could’ve been.

Obviously, he’d continue playing soccer as long as possible. Sure his high school team wasn’t amazing, but maybe through tryouts he’d end up at a decent enough school. And he’s always liked art class. Maybe he would’ve tried to pursue a fine arts degree? Or physical therapy to help athletes just in case soccer really didn’t pan out. But what then? For someone who’s built an entire soccer career around the ability to visualize a scenario, he really can’t help but to draw a blank.

Distracted by being in his own head, finishing around the kitchen takes longer than usual. When he finally manages to make his way to your shared room, he just manages to hear the sink’s water turn off, a sign that you’re at the tail end of your nightly routine.

He turns down the bed, first removing the many throw pillows you insist are necessary (a mild point of contention in his opinion. After all, what good is a pillow you’re not even allowed to lay on?) and then making himself comfortable using the “sleeping pillows” to prop himself up against the headboard, occupying himself by scrolling on the phone while he waits for you to make your way to bed. Despite it being the off-season he’s scheduled to meet with a trainer to maintain his conditioning so an early night is in order.

The click of the bathroom door opening draws his eyes but more importantly, what you’ve decided to wear to bed has his full attention.

“Baby, you look-” he starts before you cut him off.

“Is this still a good time for the interview?”

“Interview?”

He’s never been so confused in his life. And even worse, he can’t even dedicate half of his mind to start to comprehend what you’re playing at when he’s busy eyeing you from head to toe. The only thing on his mind is the oversized replica of his Bastard München jersey you’ve tied at your waist and the shortest skirt he’s ever seen. If he were to turn you around he’s sure that it’d cover absolutely nothing he’s sure a skirt is meant to. But even more captivating is the pair of thigh highs that indent into your skin the same way his fingers do when he-

“Yes? The post-game interview. I was hoping to get a quote for the paper from the player that scored the winning goal.”

“Uhh…” Is the most intelligent answer he can muster as he watches you climb onto the bed with a pad of paper and pen in hand. The size of the jersey only frames your cleavage as it gapes open thanks to gravity. Eventually, you make yourself comfortable, legs tucked under you and pen poised to take notes of his response.

“Is it ok if I record this,” you ask, sliding your phone on the nightstand, voice recorder rolling once he manages a stiff nod of his head. You continue. “So what were you thinking in that last play? It was pretty amazing if I say so myself.”

“Winning goal?” He should feel embarrassed by the way he can’t pull his eyes from your legs but the slither of skin between where your skirt ends and the socks begin is calling his name. It’s like he’s in high school again the way he can feel the blood rush from his head. Only your groan of annoyance gives him the strength to meet your eyes again.

“Babe, it’s called role play,” you say as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Maybe in some ways, it is.

“Right. Role play.” A beat passes. “What exactly are the roles we’re playing?”

The look you give him makes his cock twitch in his pants.

“Obviously, you’re the star of our university’s soccer team and I am the reporter assigned to cover the season. You just scored the championship goal. Aaaand scene,” you drop your pen and paper to clap for extra effect and then grab both again, poised and ready for his answer.

Truthfully, he can hardly keep up with your antics but that’s never stopped him from trying. He’s had enough practice managing eccentric personalities from the cast of characters Blue Lock managed to put together so this is nothing but a cakewalk. The fact he’s in love with you only makes your idiosyncrasies endearing.

“Right.” He clears his throat, buying time. “I try to keep a cool head and focus on the field whenever I’m playing. A championship game doesn’t change that.”

You scratch something down on the notepad before continuing.

“And how do you feel now that you’ve won?”

“It’s a big achievement to win the championship for the school, and even more so to be the one to finish the game. I just hope to do even better next year.”

This time you jot away a bit longer, leaving his attention to wander back to your outfit. He reaches out a hand to appreciate the getup, running his hand up your knee to just under the hem of your skirt.

“Mr. Isagi you seem pretty distracted. Are you sure this is still a good time?”

“Call me Yoichi”. He doesn’t move his hand away when he answers.

Again you put down your props, seemingly for good as they rest next to your phone.

“I suppose this is probably too boring of a celebration for a star player like yourself. I should probably let you go back to the team for a proper congratulations. I’m sure you have quite the fan club waiting for you.”

“I doubt it. I’ve never been that popular.”

With that, you scoot closer, letting your legs fall open so that he can get the slightest glimpse between your legs if your skirt were to ride up even the slightest centimeter.

“That sounds doubtful. Who wouldn’t want a chance with Isagi Yoichi? Ace of the soccer team. Handsome and nice to boot.”

Despite complimenting his personality, your attention is focused on his physique, eyes roaming across his body appreciatively. He doesn’t fail to notice that you linger a second longer where the sheets have started to tent.

“Do you think it’d be ok if I properly congratulated you,” you ask, resting a hand on the sheet, ready to pull it away at a moment’s notice. You both have a healthy sex life, both well accustomed to initiating, but it’s rare for you to be so forward. He might pass out if you wait any longer to touch him.

“Congratulations? What did you have in mind?” Is all he can get out, forcing you to get straight to the point.

“Let me suck your cock. As a congratulations on a job well done.” Your hand cups his length through both the layers of the sheet, his joggers, and underwear, but he swears he could still cum with the slightest amount of friction he’s so wound up.

“Yeah. Yes. Please.” He’s near breathless, he wants you so badly.

Not a second is wasted before you have him bare from the waist down. He completes the look by pulling his shirt over his head, throwing the offending article wherever it chooses to land. All the while, you shimmy yourself down between his legs. Sure he’s the one fully naked but the eroticism of the sight before him already has him on the brink of cumming.

His name emblazoned between your shoulder blades is something he still has yet to learn to be normal about, but more than that, he finds that he was right about your skirt not covering an inch of your backside. However, what he wasn’t expecting was for it to perfectly frame the curve of your ass since you’ve apparently decided to forego underwear.

“Fuck me,” he gets out in only a puff of air.

“In due time, Mr. Yoichi,” is all you offer before kissing the mushroom tip, smearing the precum that’s collected on your lips, and then swallowing all that will comfortably fit in your mouth. It takes all the strength he can muster to not instinctively buck into you but he can’t hide the deep groan that comes out involuntarily as he meets the entrance of your throat.

“Fuck. You’re so good at this. Always so good,” he offers as he bundles your hair into his fist, slowly guiding you up and down his length. The praise leads you to moan around him, getting him even closer to the brink of cumming.

To get a better view he props himself up on one shaky arm, massaging all that he can reach, as you use your other hand to fondle his balls. Mere minutes pass before he starts to feel the familiar pit of pleasure begin to grow in his belly and it takes all his willpower to pull you off of him before he cums from the added stimulation. It’s next to a miracle that he manages to hold off even after he’s pulled you off once he sees the thick strings of saliva that still connect the two of you.

“I wasn’t done yet,” you have the audacity to pout.

“I didn’t want to cum yet,” he answers. Even to his own ears, he sounds debauched.

While still catching his breath he pulls you close, encouraging you to straddle him. You do and let out quiet moans as you rut your bare pussy against his length. Despite being so close to cumming before, he’s happy to let you do as you please. When your legs eventually tire, he switches to using both hands on your waist to manhandle you the way he knows you like.

“Tell me how you feel, sweetheart.” He can’t get enough of your sounds, no matter how small. To see how much of a mess you’re making he flips the front of your skirt, his tip coming in and out of view as he rocks you back and forth.

“So good, Yoichi. Your hands feel so good.”

He knows it’s not enough to get you off, that you need more. Eventually, he stops, pulling you down so that your chests meet. If you really want to role play, he figures he should get into the role he’s been assigned.

“Is there more to my award,” he asks, hands roaming under the jersey and under your skirt. There’s nowhere his hands don’t explore while he waits for your answer.

“W-what more do you want?”

He moves his right hand so that it’s between your bodies, spreading your pussy lips so that he can fully appreciate the wetness that’s accumulated. He uses his full palm to rub your clit while he answers.

“You said you’d fuck me in due time, yeah? Or were you all talk?”

“Um…about that.” Your eyes are fluttering, struggling to stay open and focus on his words. He feels like he’s on top of the world seeing how he can ruin you. “I have to t-tell you something.”

“I’m listening baby.” His voice is muffled as he leaves kisses across your neck and cheeks. Anywhere he can reach while you still use him to get off.

“I’ve never done this before.” Your eyes meet.

The proverbial record scratches and again he’s confused.

“What do you mean, you’ve never done this before?” Sure you both have busy schedules but there’s no way this is new to either of you. As a matter of fact, it couldn’t be more than a week since he had you in this exact position-

“I was a virgin when I got to college,” you whisper directly in his ear.

Again you have the upper hand as it feels like he’s been doused with a bucket of ice. The feeling only lasts a second though before it feels like every nerve lights up once he connects that this is still a part of the scene you’ve conjured. Oh.

The idea of you as a virgin has never crossed his mind once until this very moment. Given the age you were when you met, he had no reason to give it consideration. It’s not like he was even a virgin when you met. He makes a mental note to do some soul-searching later to find out why he’s rock hard and nearly brought back to the brink of cumming at the mere idea.

“Do…do you want to keep going?”

You laugh. A full out belly laugh.

“Yoichi, you're so cute. Only you would still be so considerate even in a fantasy.”

If all the blood in his body wasn’t occupied he’d probably blush at your teasing.

“I fucking love you,” you emphasize with a kiss. “Yes, I want to continue.”

Not another word is needed before he’s fully plunged back into the world you’ve created. No, he's never thought about you as a virgin but now that the seed has been planted he’s going to absolutely ruin you.

Within a breath, he’s switched your positions, now with you on your back and him pulling your legs onto his lap as he sits above you.

“Tell me if anything is too much, ok?” He preambles before he sucks both his ring and middle fingers, slowly pushing in one finger, then the other when he deems you ready.

Now that you’re fully on display for him he can’t help but stare. Again, the skirt hides absolutely nothing but he does push the jersey so that your tits are on display for him as well. Seeing you dressed but so exposed has his head swimming.

“You’re so pretty. Prettiest thing I’ve seen on campus.” If he’s going to play along, then he might as well go all out.

He bends at the waist to take in one tit, using his tongue to lick at and bite your nipple, before turning his attention to the other all the while he doesn’t stop pumping his fingers into you.

“Yoichi, please. I need you,” you whine.

He takes pity on you and moves from your chest and back up to your lips, kissing you deeply. God, he’s so in love with you.

“I’m sorry, baby. I just wanted to make sure you were good and ready. I want to make sure I don’t hurt you.”

“I promise I’m ready.”

“Ok, ok. I hear you. But can you do me a favor and clean my fingers for me?”

As soon as his request hits his ears your mouth falls open in a way that can only be described as obedient. He lets you suck at both his fingers until he removes them himself, the way your tongue slips between them turning him on all the more.

“So good for me. I really am a lucky guy, huh?” He watches you preen under his praise as he reaches next to your head for an extra pillow, lifting your hips to situate it underneath you.

“Ok, if you need me to stop just tell me, ok? For any reason.” You nod your head yes.

“Need to hear you say it.”

“Yes, Yoichi. I promise.”

“That’s my good girl.”

He locks his hand in yours before he finally presses into you, both of you moaning as he works his hips into you. It’s a fantasy, sure, but he’s as mindful as he can be to be slow and let you get accustomed to him, even if it’s far from your first times, or even 48 hours since he last fucked you.

He’s captivated by the way your mouth falls open as he fucks into you. It’s familiar but entrances him every time. When you give the go ahead he increases his pace, working at that spot he knows gets you there the fastest.

“More, need more,” and he knows exactly what you need, licking his thumb before rubbing against your clit in tight circles. It’s only through time and experience that he knows exactly how to work your body, confirmed by the way you babble his name as if it’s the only word you know.

“You’re taking me so well. Feel so good, so tight. Can feel you squeezing me. You gonna cum for me?”

“Yeah. Gonna cum for you. So fucking close.” You’re wrecked.

“I know, baby. Tell me what you need.”

“Kiss me.”

Your wish is his command, him meeting your waiting mouth. It’s barely a kiss as you can hardly meet his mouth between your moans but he swallows them all dutifully. It’s when your back arches and you fall near silent beside one final cry of his name does he know that you’re cumming. He pulls away to watch you fall apart.

“That’s my girl. So beautiful. Let it out for me.” The vice around his cock makes it difficult to fuck you through your orgasm but he powers through. Only once you relax does he rut into you a few more times before he loses himself, filling you as deeply as he can manage.

It’s silent once he collapses next to you, both catching your breath. When he catches his breath before you he departs with a peck to your lips before he leaves for the bathroom, returning with a damp rag.

“If that’s what I missed out on then I wouldn’t have minded going to school,” he breaks the reverie, cleaning between your legs before his cum has a chance to cool and become uncomfortable.

“Well, I’m glad everything worked out the way it did. Now I can have you all to myself,” you smile at him. He thinks his heart might burst.

“Yeah…that’s true too. Maybe everything worked out the way it did so that we could meet each other?”

“God, you're so sappy. Gross.” You both know you don’t mean it.

“Yeah, yeah. I love you too.” He once again bends at the waist to meet your lips. Gross or not he’s glad things aligned to this very moment.

You meet him halfway, sitting up on one arm to brush away his damp bangs. When you pull away you meet his gaze.

“I really, really do fucking love you, Yoichi”.

Yeah, he’s sure he’d meet you in every universe.

#isagi x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi smut #isagi yoichi smut #blue lock x reader #bluelock x reader #blue lock smut #bluelock smut #i’m going to walk away from this site for 48 hours out of shame #(me lying)

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andycupte · 26 days

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Hii, it's been a while...

I have been pretty busy and a lot has happened

I don't know where to start! I erased a lot already

I want to say thank you for all your kind notes on my drawings!! I even got mentioned by an user who was recommending my art. That made my day back then! I also received two asks. I made this drawing (not finished) to answer one of them.

Lucaaaas and Clauss ipipipip

I couldn't finish cuz I was trying something that probably was a bit ahead of me. Lost motivation, said i I was going to check it later and then forgot LOL. I'm really sorry. I'm looking foward to answer that question cuz I really liked it.

I dunno if some of you know that I'm doing part of a fanmade Mother magazine. It is already finished and I think they sold copies too. I haven't got mine yet but I'm really happy for it!

I drew Ninten and Lloyd to promote the countdown! you probably saw it when they posted it! >>Here<<

Uhmm what else can I tell you...

I have been receiving a lot of commissions but I have even been inactive on twitter, I have been attending them in private ; v ;

I joined a facebook latino group about mother where they post memes too. It's been active lately and there is three or maybe four artists that draw funny memes of the kids. It kinda feels like the drawings I made and I feel like I could take out my old notes and check if I could join them too! I just need time. I reaally want to draw again, it made me so happy.

Here is a drawing of my Oc and mr saturn! its kinda old too. I couldn't bring myself to finish it. Again, I was trying something that was a bit bigger than me.

This is my most recent drawing! From this year at least. I drew it just as a break from commissions. I have a lot of work to get done. I should rise prices to lower my load ; ;

I'm pretty sure something is slipping my mind--- I guess I will post again!

Excuse if everything looks chaotic and it's hard to read. I have to get back to drawing!

... what are my tags now????????..

#me :0 #earthbound #mother 3 #my art c:#earthbound beginnings

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rinse-and-repeat2 · 5 days

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Decided to go through with it and start posting my different AUs, but I'll only do a few per post to keep it short (tried to do all of them in one post but it ended up being so long that it was crazy) so maybe about 3 per post? sure, yeah, and I'll add a small excerpt for each if I've written one for that particular AU. If you don't want to see them just uhh I dunno block the rinse AUs tag or something sure there you go anyway here's to the first group

Sunset Order AU - An AU about Dale, Warren, and their parent’s backstory. This includes something I created called the Sunset Order which is a branch off of the Knights of Dawn for any kind of behind-the-scenes work that would need to be done, including getting hands dirty (which was made while the Sphinx was the head of the Knights). When Dale is forced into the magical world not exactly by choice, he has to quickly adapt and continue to care for Warren after the recent deaths of their parents alongside uncovering secrets from their past. In its entirety, this is self-indulgent and cobbled together by how little we know about their past/the past of Fablehaven. (No excerpt written)

Street Magic AU - Another short idea I had where magic is more widely known, and the preserves instead serve as schools (very, very prestigious schools). This is in a much more modern world, and magic is incredibly complicated to wield. So, it's often not used unless you pay for the education. Much of the population cannot use magic because of this. Kendra, having shown a proficiency in her understanding of magic, is able to get a full-ride scholarship to what would be Fablehaven's school. Meanwhile, Seth (who is not good at typical academics, studying, and the like) finds a typical, yet hidden, magician's shop and begins to learn magic there instead, under many people's noses (as he does). While Kendra begins to learn what secrets Fablehaven was built on, Seth learns magic in its entirety, not the typical watered-down version by society. (No excerpt written)

Viridity - This one is very near and dear to my heart, but it may not be that near and dear to some others because one of the main people it focuses on is Knox and it also has to acknowledge the end of Dragonwatch (whatever that was). This is a character study on Knox, Seth, and the relationship between them, as they're the same age but such different people in such different people. This deals with reflections, comparisons, and interactions between them in almost one-shot form. This is partially an AU because I change bits and pieces of the end of Dragonwatch as I wish, but I also keep it as a plot in order to sow doubt after the fact. This fanfiction is about masks, late night conversations, sleep deprivation, and the inherent doubt that is included in growing up (Excerpt Incoming).

Silence worked its way around the room again, filling the gaps no longer in a comfortable way, but in a way where it sunk into their bones, sidled up next to them and breathed down their necks. A shiver rattled down Seth’s spine as an undercurrent began to flow of some emotion he couldn’t identify. Breaths were no longer easy to come by as they had been moments before. Now, suddenly, Seth stood in the kitchen with someone else when before, he had been happily existing alone. It felt… off. Wrong. As if Knox’s eyes could somehow pierce through his very being, analyze him… despite knowing Knox couldn’t—wouldn’t—do that. Kendra would, of course, but not Knox. Not… Knox didn’t have the brainpower to do that, probably. Even now, he spun and flicked the milk bottle cap on the table, looking frustrated every time it spun out and fell. Seth would usually laugh at him, say something about the stupid face he made every time he failed, but Seth couldn’t. Tonight, the tension hung heavy in the air like a smog, having followed Seth down ever since his dream—nightmare, not dream, his mind tugged at him—and it wouldn’t go. It wouldn’t leave. “I’m sorry.” The word slipped from his mouth like a whisper, a small wisp that gets caught up in the smog. He didn’t know why the words came from his mouth—whether it stood as a betrayal from his mind or sleep deprivation finally grasping him in its claws. Maybe… maybe Knox hadn’t heard him. Maybe this would blow over and mean nothing. Knox, meanwhile, stared at Seth, eyes wide and bottle cap forgotten, halfway teetering off the edge before it fell, plummeting to the ground with a sharp clatter. “…What?” Well, shit.

(If you have any questions, want to comment, send an ask, anything else, please do! I love these AUs with my whole heart, whether or not they're anywhere close to being done and I'm going to keep sharing them)

#rinse AUs #fablehaven #dragonwatch #seth sorenson #kendra sorenson #dale burgess #warren burgess #knox fhdw

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dyrewrites · 1 month

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WiP Questionnaire

Tagged by @winglesswriter (hello new fren!) here

I am taggin @rowanmgrey-author and YOU

--Big Post Coming Through--

Answering for "Before Deluca"

What was the first part of your WIP that you created?

->This<- which became the introduction/beginning of the first chapter. Most of it was wildly altered...but it's why I have a 130k words of novel now.

If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

It's not much for a theme song, but for some reason my brain says this one;

What are your favorite characters that you made? Why?

Lucient is the favorite of this WiP, it should be Ludovico/Deluca (who is telling the story) but it's not. I love him too but Lucient's just so much fun to write and more complex than he initially seems. Also he's bratty but loving and earnest and just...he just wants this man, ok. Forever, only him. And I love it.

What other pieces of media do you think your fan base would share?

Honestly, no idea. My brain cannot wrap around the idea of a fan base for anything I've done. Just does not compute.

What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

Getting the two main characters to stop making me write sex scenes. I kid (it's a problem I don't really mind) but the biggest struggle has been the real world setting and how much of it I want to replace with the magic I've injected into it. Historical fantasy is one thing, but it's more Alternate Earth at this point and my brain gets angry when it has to conform to rules it didn't create.

Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

Unfortunately not. They wouldn't be safe around the main cast. There are vampire who behave like animals, and by that I mean they wholeheartedly believe they are dogs due to abuse and mind-control and it isn't pretty. So...no animals, I am sorry. At least not yet, there may be a cat at some point (I tend to put them in everything).

How do your characters get around? (Ex. Trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

A great big ol' sailing ship that begins with the name La Lune Royale but gets another one later. She is very beeg and covered in magic. When landbound, they use carriages, coaches, a train here soon, and eventually a car (maybe, I dunno if either of them should be trusted with such a thing).

What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

The time-skip that takes them through the rest of their first century together and into their second (and final). So...halfway point? You will recall the 130k I mentioned at the top, yes? Help me.

What aspects (tropes, maybe) of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

The vampires probably, and the romance, and maybe the magic? I dunno. It gets weird and doesn't seem to follow some of the tropes expected of this genre...I write weird vampires.

What are your hopes for your WIP?

To have it done by the end of the year would be neat, like done done, published and all.

->blank questions under cut<-

What was the first part of your WIP that you created?

If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

What are your favorite characters that you made? Why?

What other pieces of media do you think your fan base would share?

What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

How do your characters get around? (Ex. Trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

What aspects (tropes, maybe) of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

What are your hopes for your WIP?

#writeblr #writing rambles #tag games #wip questionnaire #before deluca #seriously i am halfway #this is going to be hell to revise #Spotify

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foxpunk · 11 months

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In one of your recent posts you mentioned mastodon. I've been thinking of trying it out but I'm a bit overwhelmed by the amount of different servers. Which one would you recommend? Preferably ones that are trans and autistic friendly?

oh wonderful! always glad to help someone try something new.

some general info, before we start. for you and anyone else who may be reading this:

mastodon servers aren't isolated from each other. it's like how t-mobile and verizon are different phone networks but can call and text each other. it's also harder for larger servers to moderate their user base well, since the vast majority aren't run by businesses/professionals, just individuals. this aspect is similar to forums and discord. and so, pick whichever server you want based mainly on the server's rules and moderation! to be clear, i DO NOT recommend mastodon.social for the above reasons.

with that out of the way, here's my server recs!

if you take my word for it, you can assume they're all well moderated, LGBTQ+ friendly, and staunchly anti-fascist lol. that being said, always be sure and read the about and rules pages on any server before joining! i recommend reading through the rules of multiple servers even if you decide on just one, so you can get a better feel for how things work.

first, the three servers i have accounts on:

tech.lgbt / on the larger side, but really nice. main user base is lgbt people in the tech field (shocker) and a significant amount of furries (the overlap in this venn diagram is Huge) but you do not have to be one of those things or post that content to sign up there whatsoever!

cutie.city / smaller and super chill lgbtq+ run server, lots of general posting, cute pics, artists, etc. very easy to talk to, and very friendly! highly recommend this server if you are just starting out and feeling things out.

urusai.social / cool and friendly fandom focused server, mainly focused on animanga, light/web novels, e. asian dramas, video games, etc. it has a sister server (sakurajima.moe) you can also check out.

here's a few servers i'm not personally on (yet) but that i have friends on, have read the rules for, and have seen are well moderated:

mastodon.art / on the larger side, and is the main mastodon server artists and creators of all kinds join! friendly, with lots of fun events run by the main mod.

strangeobject.space / super small instance, really chill.

fandom.ink / another fandom focused server, but much more general and not so heavily focused on e. asian media.

honorable mentions that i have mutuals from but dunno much about personally: floss.social / mstdn.games / socel.net / queer.party

if you want to follow people who aren't on your server, all you have to do is place their account url into the search bar of your server and follow from there. (there's other ways to do this, but that's for another post, this one's long enough already). for accounts to follow after signing up, i recommend:

FediTips / nice account with tips for new users

FediFollows / run by the same person, they post follow friday lists of cool accounts to follow.

Curator / the admin for mastodon.art. boosts cool art a lot and has events (run through hashtags) that lots of people join, so you can find new artists

Hashtags / this isn't a specific account. on mastodon you can follow entire hashtags, similar to the way you can here, but better. it's one of the easiest and best ways to find new content and new people to follow.

Also, after signing up, your server will have a /directory page where you can easily find more people to follow!

once you're signed up, be sure to set up your profile, make an introduction post (and tag it with #introduction, hashtags are the best way to find people, remember), and have fun!

if you'd like to learn more about mastodon (either casually, or in depth) AllThingsTech and Fedi.Tips are great sites to do so! and you're free to ask me whatever you'd like about it as well, even if it's a "small" question.

P.S. - sorry for the long response, i hope it wasn't too overwhelming! i wanted to give more info not just for you but for anyone else who may be interested or confused.

TL;DR: the instances i linked are great to join! just look at the links, lol

#ask #ky speaks #mastodon #fediverse #im viralvulpes on those three instances btw feel free to follow me as well!

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itsanidiom · 3 months

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SHIPPER TAG GAME

LET'S GOOOOO~ tagged by @negrowhat

1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care anymore?

Glorestor or Glorfindel / Erestor of Middle Earth Fanon Fame. Not that I don't CARE about it anymore, mind you. There's just not enough new content (for obvious reasons god it's old and there's like one conversation of original source material). I don't think about them as much anymore. Like I used to be reading fanfic EVERY NIGHT and we're talking like novel length fanfics (as you can imagine people in the LOTR fandom write lol). Anyway here's some super old fan art... (>u<)

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

Oh god...something Dynasty Warriors related for sure...

Probably like Sun Ce / Zhao Yu or Gan Ning / Lu Xun. (GO WU! lol) I feel like there were other couples I'm totally forgetting right now...but yeah god I love Dynasty Warriors...

Also...daaamn Gan Ning looks good there I should go buy the latest game. (>w<)

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

Like the first one I wrote or read?? I went into my oldest of old "old writing" folders and found this list of docs that I haven't been touched in over ten years. SO I'm gonna saaaay it was a Dynasty Warriors fanfic...one of these pairings. (^ ^;)

Also kind of hilarious to see that I literally still organize my fanfic files in the same way for over half my fucking life ago...nice...

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?

I feel like it would have been something Inuyasha related. That or something Final Fantasy X. I do not remember, but it was probably some version of these scene.

5. Did you ever get into ship discourse?

Not that I can remember...do not need this in my life...lol but maybe I've reblogged some RPF like discourse? Like the "should or shouldn't you ship" type discussions. I'm on the side of "do whatever you want but don't send it to the famous people" [ex. like ATEEZ fanfic/fanart] or "if they are literally doing it as part of their promo go ahead, it's for fun/they literally requested it as part of their promo" [ex. BillyBabe]. (^ ^;)

6. Did you used to have any no-otp or have it currently?

It honestly always depends on the quality of the fanart or the fanfic because even a notp can turn into a OH!tp if it's good enough. [Exhibit a: my Phaya/Tharn/Chalothorn fanfic]

7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

Weirdly the one new Chalothon/Singh fic from The Sign. But I really need AO3 to fix the spelling of his name in the tag...

8. Currently, do you have any OTPs?

PhayaTharn are the current obsession~

Look at them...adorable...

9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

Still wish John Wick / Santino fucked...also like James Bond / Q and The Protagonist / Neil and Arthur / Eames...bromance is SUCH a waste but considering the genres of these movies it is never gonna happen...I have to wait for the Thai BL versions lol (^ ^;)

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

OH I haven't been traumatized by watched it yet, but Dead Friends Forever has made me get onboard with Macau/Chay of KinnPorsche fame because OMG LOOK AT THESE CUTIES!!!!

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

GOD I remember there was a LOT of Sesshomaru x Inuyasha yaoi when I was a kid LMFAO like...straight up cancelled...I dunno if it was normal back then but no yaoi was normal back then so like it sadly all got lumped together or something...then again looking at some of the comics that are coming out these days...

12. What was your favorite crack ship?

All the McFassy ships from back in the day like OMG REMEMBER JUNGKOV?? STELIOS AND LETO??? ARCHIE AND ROBBIE? SO MANY CROSSOVERS!!

LOL Sorry that just brought me back LOL

13. Who is the couple you read more fanfics of?

Ahhhh I don't know...I usually either write a lot or read a lot...I literally have a fic rec list for Glorestor lol and then when I look in my AO3 bookmarks the top ship is Hannigram sooooo let's say Hannigram even though I haven't read one for a while.

14. What most of your ships usually have in common?

toll and smol...i like me a toll and a smoll...lol or big and small...i dunno something something contrast something something just crush him and/or be uncharacteristically gentle or somehow incapacitate the larger man with your wiles...that is all...

15. What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

Miscommunication < seconding @negrowhat's response. Cannot stand it. Such a boring trope. Very annoying for me (the audience).

#ALL THE SHIPS #my ships #felt like a weird a journey into my past #lol #tag meme #get to know me

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altraviolet · 4 months

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Hello, I’m sorry to hear that you received bad news, whatever it may be please accept my condolences.((

I don’t necessarily have a question but I just really wanna share some thoughts I had on TEG and lore stuff. When I began reading TEG a few months ago I was immediately captivated and infuriated at the same time. My stoopid little brain refused to accept some diversions from the tfp lore and it took me a solid few days to get over myself (guess I went through character development too heh). I didn’t like that Lazerbean wasn’t a sentient being but after a while I cannot imagine it being any other way. I really love how you completely changed the character but also kept him so accurate too?!?! Like damn I’m actually mega impressed! Also one thing for me was that in the novel “Exedus” (which is in the same universe as tfp, dunno if you’ve read it) Soundwave is said to hate Crystal city and again, in my brain it was like… Soundwave hates crystal city = Soundwave hates crystals = Soundwave hates bright colours. For many years that was the character that I thought Soundwave was. And next thing I know is I’m seeing him growing crystals and simping for Rodimus who has bright colours!? So yea, now that I’m over my initial crisis I can safely say that I’m in love with your ideas and your writing. You’ve put so much effort into this work which is phenomenal, I hope to read more amazing chapters/ works from you!! I hope also that you don’t push yourself too hard, setting and achieving deadlines can be super stressful and overwhelming and the last thing you want is to burn out. Keep up the amazing work and take care <3

hi! thank you! the condolences aren't in order just yet. we have been told to prepare, though

>I didn’t like that Lazerbean wasn’t a sentient being...

This remains the most controversial thing in the fic xDDDDD people will accept Soundwave's difficult and TFP-diverging past, they'll accept the horrors of The Irradion, and the war atrocities by various Megatrons, but not Laserbeak being non-sentient xD

>...but after a while I cannot imagine it being any other way

aww, I'm glad you eventually took to the idea! to be honest, I prefer this version. "Dad Soundwave" is something my inner self pushes away with a stick. I think because I am averse to TFs being 'dads' and 'moms.' It feels... icky to me. (But I completely understand I am in a VAST minority, here xD)

>I really love how you completely changed the character but also kept him so accurate too?!?

thank you! that was a major goal of mine =D

>Also one thing for me was that in the novel “Exedus” (which is in the same universe as tfp, dunno if you’ve read it)

no, I didn't know TFP had novels and comics til people started telling me in comments that Laserbeak was sentient. I had no idea the novels existed. I didn't know SW had an aversion to crystals til you told me just now xD haha WOOPS. ah well, that's why the "AU" tag is on there :'D

>now that I’m over my initial crisis I can safely say that I’m in love with your ideas and your writing.

thank you so much! It's very difficult for me to get over how I think a character could be, so I know it must've been hard to get through TEG with a firm Soundwave in your mind. but thanks for giving the fic a chance, and I'm very flattered you enjoy it!

thank you for the kind words =) it may be, in the end, that I won't be able to make my deadline. which bums me out super hard, but I gotta see what the news in the next few days will be. that will determine it

thanks again <3

#ask #anonymous #nice words #long post

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marshymeds · 7 months

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Tag Someone You Want To Know Better!

Tagged by @nibbelraz (thank you ;-; your art is very yummy)

Favorite Color: Green. Like, forest green, olive green, anything in that range. I have so many pieces of green clothing it’s not funny.

Last Song: Sucker Punch by Sigrid (its an ear worm sorry)

Last Movie: The Millennium Actress (I watch a lot of movies with my dad and we were on an anime kick, we watched Perfect Blue recently too but I’d seen that before).

Currently Watching: TGCF Season 2 >;3 and I’m rewatching BSD with a friend who hadn’t seen it before.

Currently Reading: I usually don’t read much, but when I do it’s constant (read through every MXTX novel in a matter of a couple weeks or something). But I think the latest thing I’ve actually been reading is Peerless? Very slowly.

Currently Listening: I listen to a ton of podcasts while at work and in the ceramics studio soo. Distractible, Buried Bones, Small Town Dicks, Tenfold More Wicked (and Wicked Words) are probably the ones I go to most. I maybe just really enjoy Paul Holes/Kate Winkler Dawson and Mark Bob and Wade talk.

Currently Working On: I’m finishing up some sketches of Mobei-jun’s mother. I've been building some headcanons about her. In the studio I’ve been throwing a lot of mugs for design tests now that I’ve gotten a decent colored slip recipe down and testing a lot of glazes >:3 I know I don’t mention it here but I do ceramics as a hobby and I’m in the studio…a lot. This semester has mostly been working on teapots (hopefully some MDZS themed ones eventually). Also…working on my thesis still. Dunno how much I’ve mentioned that here.

Currency Obsession: MXTX novels. Moshang. It drastically increased my motivation for writing and drawing, and I’ve improved a lot since I got into it a couple months ago.

Tagging: @merlinnski @thelazyaki @kerizaret @lunannex @junesfool (I’ve spoken to very few tumblr mutuals yet, so sorry if this is a little out of the blue! And don’t feel pressured to do it, its just for fun ❤️)

#Sorrryyy this took me so long to reply to #marshymeds #tag game

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pidayforpi · 3 months

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(Okay.

So, if anyone remembers: In last July (which was already nearly 9 months ago omg), there was a "Donro Week 2023" event here. From 23 July to 29 July.

For once, I had...actually planned to participate in it (which would have been the second time I participate in a community event, after a (small) Discord secret santa in 2021).

Of course via writing, because you won't want to see me draw.

The format of the (story) writings would have been like this:

If anyone still remembers, there were "question prompts" for each day of the Donro Week (in addition to the "one-word" prompts, like "Lazy Days" for Day 1, or "AU" for Day 6).

The question prompts were something like:

[Day 1: "How do you think Donald and Gyro first met and become friends, then eventual partners?"

Day 2: "What qualities do Donald and Gyro get annoyed by or not like in each other?"

Day 5: "How do you think the extended Gearloose and Duck family would react to their relationship?"]

etc.

What I had planned to do, was writing out a set of Dewey Dew-Night interview scenarios, in which Dewey asks Paperino and Archimedes the corresponding question for that day.

[NB: Not Donald and Gyro, at least not the DT17 versions. You will see why below.]

The format would have actually been like the "Chicken Soup" thing I had written all the way in 2020. Free form, equally cringe.

Uh...that didn't happen. Obviously. And for some unknown reasons, because I was somewhat motivated and inspired during that time much better than now at least. So...sorry.

But what I did write, however, was the "intro" to this set of "interview stories"...which is the entire purpose I am saying all this context all of a sudden. It has been a while, and way too long since I last produced and published...something.

It is a very short story - not even a complete one - but it is one of the last things I did before I kind of...stopped. Everything.

I also wrote this on a train, too.)

[A very late tag, but I hope it is the thought that counts. Thank you for organising this wonderful event. Just watching/reading through others' works was already super awesome.]

@donro-week

Donro Week 2023 [July 23th ~ July 29th]

(Just a small note: Sentences/Words in italic mean they are not supposed to be caught on camera, but are caught on camera accidentally regardless.)

Dewey: (Dewey Dew-Night Intro!)

Dewey: "And joining us tonight are two birds of a feather you know very well, yet ALSO know NOTHING about! *Gasp!* How is that possible?! Go on, ask! How is that possible?!"

"......"

Huey: "What?"

Dewey: "Dude, you are supposed to ask out loud. We've talked about this."

Louie: "You...you were serious..."

Dewey: "When was I not serious? Actually, don't answer that. Just cooperate. Ask that aloud, c'mon."

Huey & Louie: "*Sigh* Oh my god, how is that possible?!"

Dewey: "Well, I dunno!"

*LOL!*

*Facepalm*

Dewey: "But we are about to find out! 'Cause joinin' us tonight is the greatest uncle of the universes...Donald Duck!"

Donald (Paperino): "Hi!...wait where even is the camera? That rectangular gadget on the stack of books?"

Dewey: "As well as the brightest mind in all Duckburgs, across space and time...Gyro Gearloose!"

Gyro (Archimedes): "H-hello...! Nice to meet you, people of the...uh...interweb? Internetwork? What was that again, modern Dewey?"

Dewey: "*chuckle* Well, pardon the old timers, you can say they might as well have come from the 20th century!"

*Laughter!*

Dewey: "And if you have guessed so, you are absolutely CORRECT! No prize though, sorry. Don't think they are only cosplaying..."

Paperino: "Cospl...what?"

Archimedes: "Just go along with it, honey..."

Dewey: "'Cause who you are seeing are literal time travellers! *Gasp!*"

Archimedes: "Well, technically, we are dimension trav-"

Dewey: "Thanks to this world's Gyro's now upgraded Time n' Space Tub™️..."

Huey: "Which he forbids you from entering a 20-metre radius around?"

Dewey: "...which I definitely have permission to enter a 20-metre radius around! Now! I bring you, Paperino and Archimedes Pitagorico! Donald Duck and Gyro Gearloose from another universe!"

*Fanfare! Applause!*

Dewey: "Stay tuned after the intermission for the exciting interview that ensues!"

Louie: "Wait, you literally haven't done anything yet-"

Dewey: "This is Dewford Dingus Duck, your beloved handsome host from Dewey Dew-Night! Don't forget to like n' subscribe! See ya!"

Louie: "Dude, you literally haven't done ANYTHING yet!"

Paperino: "Subscribe? Is this a newspaper or a magazine?"

Archimedes: "Wait, is this an interroga-"

*Recording cuts*

(11-7-2023)

#Donro Week 2023 #(...posted in March 2024 _(:3 」∠)_)#Story #Short Story #Storyteller #donald duck #paperino #gyro gearloose #Archimedes Pitagorico #donro #Æ

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WIP game

Tagged by @kangofu-cb absolutely fucking ages ago. Sorry for only getting to this now. (All your WIPs sound great though and I can't wait to read them!)

WIP I'm currently working on:

Technically there's two: one that's a sequel/prequel to Brick by Brick called Thirteen Conversations About One Thing which is so close to being done and one which has the working title of "Ridiculous Gym Fuckfest" which, well I feel it's pretty clear what that's about.

I'll be hoenst though, I've not opened either in a while.

WIP I keep open in the backgroun so I don't feel guilty:

They're the same WIPs. The spoons for fic have been so fucking low since... the end of last year?

Imaginary project:

Honestly? A Clint/Nat/Bucky AU where Nat and Bucky are having trouble in their marriage, and Female Clint The Sex Worker provides the answer. There's something I find so interesting about Clint-as-a-woman because there's just something about Clint as a guy that makes me think she'd be pretty gender nonconforming while also being adamantly cis (not, I hasten to add, in a bad way). Or at least, that's how I headcanon her. (Also I'm just super into very tall women who wear heels as a fuck you? And Fem!Clint would absolutely be that person.)

Passion project:

I still want to write more of the RedStar verse, specifically an interview with some farming magazing about Clint's ranch that is mostly about sustainable farming/ranching and only tangentally about Clint/Nat/Bucky. (Only I want this. It is 100% an opportunity to rant about sustainable farming practices and the importance of getting farmers wholesale into the climate movement. I have FEELINGS)

I also want to write Wanda and Viz' wedding from Safety verse, though what's mostly holding that up (apart from motivation/spoons) is the ability to corner a Jewish person and get them to explain all the boring details of a Jewish wedding ceremony to me. Not impossible, I know, but also just not something I've got round to yet.

WIP from 3 months ago:

Same as above. Sorry guys.

Side WIP:

What does this mean? I dunno. A small part of me wants to write a Shakadolin Regency AU though, where Adolin and Shallan are married but Kaladin and Adolin have been friends since they were kids that they've always been lowkey in love with each other but class and homophobia and Shallan - apart from Shallan is not the obsticle they think she'll be. In fact, she's a fucking enabler and we love her for it. (Side note, if people know of any Stormlight blogs that are good at tagging, I'd be interested. I've only read up to Words of Radiance but I have feelings.)

No-pressure tags:

Do as thou wilt, people. I ain't tagging anyone.

#meme

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shallliveoninsong · 2 months

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𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘞𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘕𝘌𝘙 𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘗𝘖𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘠 𝘔𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖𝘎𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘈 𝘓𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘌𝘙.

REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME: Mew

PRONOUNS : They/Them or She/Her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : IMs, either on here on on discord, tho definitely discord if we're moots and have been interacting for a while since I swear dumblr doesn't notify me half the time I have a new message OTL

NAME OF MUSE(s) : Jing Yuan, Lady (birthname Mary), Sushang, Hook, Sissel, the Reader, and Androbeles/[REDACTED]

BEST EXPERIENCE : I dunno it's really hard to pin down one! I will say I really miss when the ygo rpc was more active because a lot of fun shenanigans and cool threads happened there.

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : Throwing tantrums at me ooc or yelling at me for not replying fast enough ooc or ic--yeah unfortunately this has happened.

Also making a bunch of blogs only to abandon them very quickly or hop between them but really not rp. Or taking long gaps in activity only upon return to drop everything that was started before, do a buncha starter calls and etc disappear into the void and do it all over again and again. Taking a long time to reply is perfectly okay with me, but doing the above feels like attention pandering and that I'm being treated more like a follower count/likes dispenser and just makes me want to unfollow.

MUSE PREFERENCES:

I'm a sucker for characters with tortured pasts, too much responsibility on their shoulders, or mommy/daddy/family issues. Also I like my musses to get to go a lil evil sometimes, whether it be due to an AU or the muse just being a villain.

PLOTS OR MEMES : Both! I usually like to start with memes to break the ice and then after a note or two pop into IMs to make some jokes and then talk about where things could go from there! Of course, sometimes for certain muse combinations logistics need to be ironed out first so of course wanna plot for that so we can both have some context of how/why our muses are interacting in the first place.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : Really short I'll do for crack and shenanigs but that's it. I try and keep proper threads to multi para, usually around 3 paragraphs but sometimes I accidentally write a novel and I am so sorry never feel pressured to match when I accidentally do that ^^;

BEST TIME TO WRITE : Evening, I'm a night owl but alas work makes me go to bed earlier than I'd like.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : In some respects! My muses that are trying to be easygoing and friendly I have personality crossover with them.

tagged by: Stole it from dash! Tagging: @maskednihilism and anyone who hasn't done it yet and wants to!

#(dash games)#ooc: Mew mews

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seb-owns-these-tatas · 1 year

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7th Dimension (Chapter 7.7)

7TH DIMENSION MASTERLIST

PREVIOUSLY ON CHAPTER 7.6

7TH DIMENSION WATTPAD VERSION (I am entirely ahead on this application now. 7th Dimension in Wattpad has now accumulated more than 10 chapters. There are minimal scenes back in the previous chapters which has been altered there, so sorry about that to those who only read my updates through Tumblr. Heehee.)

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜

Characters: Gojo Satoru x Small!Naive!Fem!Foreign!Reader | THIS IS A MULTI-CHAPTER FIC. THIS IS AN X READER FANFIC WHO HAS BEEN BROUGHT TO THE DIMENSION OF JUJUTSU KAISEN | (Trust me, you'll live. I hope?)

Summary: (Part 8) Mind Training with Gojo Satoru had been beneficial to the both of you. You were given a mission to bake him sweets and in return of earning a 10/10 rating from the Great Teacher Gojo would result for a Shopping Spree treat from the Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer alive. Additional Summary for this chapter: Bound to take sketches from your dimension to theirs. Howbeit, was it also possible to acquire pictures from Satoru's dimension back to yours once you have the chance to go back?

Warnings: Fluff chapter ahead? | This is quite cute---made me punch the walls for a while because how I'm caught smiling every through it all. Satoru's being so adorable and annoying at the same time. Like---*kicks my feet in the air*

A/N: Sorry this has taken so long to be posted here in Tumblr when it has already been published in Wattpad back then. I apologize!

7th Dimension Taglist: @dailystsg

SORRY IF THERE ARE LOTS OF TYPOS AND GRAMMAR ERRORS IN EVERY CHAPTER I WRITE. I ain't a professional writer! I'm just a potato-hoe! Please do let me know (Send an ask) if you wanna be tagged on this multi-chapter fanfic, bb's!

Words: 5.3+

Disclaimer: PNG's or pictures used in edits, also those posted are not mine especially the GIF's. (I dunno how to make GIF's 😭) I only own the plot of 7th Dimension. But, not Jujutsu Kaisen's storyline and the characters themselves. I apologize for the typos or grammatical errors by the way! English isn't my first language so I'm so sorry in advance! Character development and personalities are based from my understanding and how I want them to be for the sake of the story.

GOJO SATORU WAS LEFT GLARING and scowling over a white, mammoth plushie that you were holding to yourself. It covered the entirety of your face, mantling a lot that were of displayed for people to see your expressions. The stuff toy had been hilarious to look for his standpoint because of how much of a giant it was.

Comical yet irksome somehow in certain sections that he had been heedless of.

Satoru was scooched down before you. Long legs on either side of him along with his elbows outstretched that topped above his clothed knee. Kooky as the image was while he gave the plushie an overcritical scrutiny. His notions consisted of cavils and a fraction whispers of complaints over the adorable soft toy you were strangling to death.

"Ah, out of all the choices you've picked, it had to be a large stuff-toy. You could've just asked Yaga to make plushies for you instead." he blatantly complained, pulling a face of disgust for the soft toy you held.

Was he hating the idea of acquiring the said prize; the twee image it was giving, the pleasing reactions he was receiving upon being rewarded by his abundant tickets that has been given to you, or the self-contained fact that you were conferring all your attention over a non-living soul other than the man you were with today?

Satoru was left in a muddled, grumbling mess. Subliminal words garbled to entertain himself as he watched and observed how you were behaving for the plushie.

Those melodious, littlest squeal that momentarily slips in between your mouth, it sounded suppressed as if you did not want Satoru to have the idea that you were utterly mirthful for a soft toy he had been giving glares upon, not wanting him to rejoice for his duck-soup gift he had effortlessly obtained from the basketball arcade.

To no use of restraining those sounds, Satoru could technically hear it all because you weren't actually being furtive at any rate.

He'd heard another teeny-weeny giggle. Another aberrant sensation that was gradually slithering in an unknown crevasse that resided within parts that weren't meant to come upon. This anomalous situation felt like a confined room ought not to be visited, probing it to be a perturbing hullabaloo as Satoru sees fit.

Your tittering felt like a pesky mosquito buzzing through his ears. One he'd allowed to fly; juxtaposed where one that he'd also allow to swig his own blood on because he knew it was you.

An off-the-wall metaphor, but it was really the exact feeling you were giving.

Pale as snow. Its face outlined to be chibified in a pattern and a way where Japanese artists are notorious over designing such cutesy patterns. Satoru did not despise adorable stuff. In fact, he also had the partiality for dainty things. Everyone who surrounded him had described him to be an utter man-child. The facade he always flaunted towards all and sundry. He relishes upon souvenirs to be given to those he genuinely cared about. Materialistic as he was deemed to be; his thoughtful temperament that individuals brush off due to the constant antagonizing repartees that left his mouth whenever he couldn't resist.

Yet, this Neko plushie---a damned white cat stuff-toy that you've been regularly giving heed to every second that passes by---Gojo was finding it inconvenient somehow and he couldn't explain why.

"You even had the choice for it to be cursed too." The white-haired sorcerer added another self-thought whisper, not risking his nonchalance through it all. He'd subtly taken heed prior to your response before obtaining the said prize. How you've both jabbered away on the notions for Jujutsu left you on the authentic side. All words that slipped past your mouth after it thronged and dripped in exasperation.

Gojo discerned it to be an honest-to-goodness section---once you were nosy towards a particular subject, you wanted to have the exact details upon it. A thorough run-down that all your questions should be provided with answers because if you were left dissatisfied, then you were guaranteed to be ticked off on a certain amount of time. The sort of infuriation that weren't meant to be dismissed. This was a miniscule portion of an attitude he learned afresh.

Therefore, this lead on to Satoru constantly being tenacious over chanting the sobriquet he had for you, over and over again until you've both reached the front of the line because of how you've went uttermost hushed after firmly calling him an idiot for not explaining well.

It was the intentional quietude that he was not used to after hours of throwing wisecracks upon wisecracks with him; the tiny crease that pinched in between the furrow of your brows, the vague squinch of your nose when you've momentarily have given him the cold shoulder.

Hence, for the first time ever---Satoru felt awkward upon how to react or inveigle you out of your raffled state when he wasn't even trying to rattle your cage. This was the type of ineptness that he desired to be fleeting, a fugacious feeling he believed it to be because of his lukewarm attitude he always had in regards to his continuous jests and quips he'd been giving and receiving with people---though, much to this forsaken oddity with you, it has given him nothing but an augment of necessity to keep you on a rather upbeat mood no matter how he was also hooked on your chagrins.

The gaucheness has been like an itch he couldn't tolerate but to scratch to lessen the peculiar prickles.

Satoru's knuckles now rested upon his cheek as he squatted before you. His gaze persistent upon judging the entire scene behind his Stygian sunglasses, currently giving the unlucky Neko plushie his captious daggers. He'd went on upon his piped down bleats, ought to avoid taking another route to your strange unbearable noiselessness that he lowkey disrelished.

This made it seem like keeping you illiterate on the basic terms of Jujutsu and the useful history he could provide you with was better left unsaid if you were guaranteed to be constantly coaxed out of your authentic petulance. Although, everyone knew for a fact that Gojo's mouth wasn't one to be ceased even if it was amplified down to a level that he, himself could only be heard.

He remembered correctly that he had taken at least a bunch of 'Tiny-Chan~' and a covenant to buy you another ice-lolly---which you had endlessly pestered him to be of blame because of his loutish manners to leave all the paper bags to you, preliminary to the moment he had snitched them off your hands after the call with Ijichi. It has taken a sheer promise of another sweetened popsicle that Satoru was also inconspicuously anticipating to buy for himself as well before you actually and finally acknowledged him.

But then, somehow---he questioned himself on the idea if he was really an actual idiot because it felt like you've just baited him to actually give something you liked in return. A mischievous stunt that you actually pulled through that tiny height you had which the heavens had unfortunately bestowed upon you.

"---Or another Mike-o Wazowski you've described cursed-spirits to be. I should've just brought you a cursed-spirit then. You might have found them more adorable. Hehe. Although, I doubt you would if I actually bring you the ugliest ones. Your reactions might be hysterically funny to catch sight on, to be honest."

"Satoru, you've been mumbling nonstop like a weirdo and acting so hostile over my cute plushie when you've been cheating this whole time. I told you, I had to have the last pick because of your Infinity shenanigans. Might as well deal with it." you've went on and stated with a heavy stand. Hell-bent for the idea that he cheated and used his abilities all the while especially through the basketball game.

"Infinity shenanigans? quite a low-blow to put my innate technique into words, huh? It doesn't even work that way like how you're imagining it to be. Psh---," he skeptically scoffed, your opines difficult to digest for Satoru's proficiency towards the essence of Jujutsu. The idea you had for his abilities pooh-poohed by the strongest, "---I've been telling you a ton of times already that I wasn't cheating too!" Satoru exclaimed further like a child, exasperated for your stubborn opinions.

You've given him a quick glance over his expressions, peeping through the top head of the plushie and was welcomed by the image of him, sporting an animated grimace other than those grins, smug smirks and smiles he consisted every second of the day.

The bond you had today with Satoru swotted you in further analysis of his personality, attitude and characteristics. Satoru Gojo comprised more than what a person's first impression would obviously analyze him for. Arrogant. A menace. Playful. Vain. To all intents and purposes, he consisted of vast multifarious dispositions that made him more expressive, appearing to be more than what you've perceived him to be. Shrouded behaviors that he probably didn't mean to convey for an unidentified woman which expected to return to her rightful dimension once the deal was done for.

When the subject matter was about his students. Satoru switches into a meditative, pensive state that you never knew he comprised of. Shocking you to say the least because you've quickly understood that he was utmost considerate for their well-being and fostered for their development and mental protection.

Mental protection. How could you have said that?

Satoru made it clear that he did not want his students dwelling on the future that you were fated to undergo once the healing process for your amnesia takes it place. His students weren't duty-bound to take a part in this business you were having with him.

Hence, adding more facts about your learnings through his behavior, you've raised a thought that he didn't just had grins and cherub smiles. Satoru was capable of owning scowls that made him look like a child which can be tempted enough to taunt further for his dislikes.

One that made you want to continue and just annoy him further. The kind where you were also having the jollification over his annoyance.

You stifled your giggles and smiles, biting your lip as you did so when he'd briefly looked away. He was striking on the perception that he appeared to loathe on such a harmless, voluminous Neko stuff toy you were holding.

The paper bags that were filled of bits and bobs that Satoru has bought you for today were situated beside him, your unshakeable aspiration over taking the plushie as a prize clearly had brought you and Satoru on a lenient verbal debate over which was better to be taken as winnings. You've had the choice of choosing a gadget---an excellent exchange of a Nintendo Switch that would've been handy and could have answered to your boredom. Your phone still being held for safekeeping with Satoru that you highly believed it wouldn't be sheltered from how nosy he was. Bearing in mind, back at that Hatagaya incident that he had already chosen and took a picture of himself---setting it as your wallpaper for no damn reason.

You've staunchly expressed your disapproval over the Nintendo Switch because you've noted how it came with no free games, your rational thoughts processed that you would eventually entreated Satoru to purchase them again for you, leading you down into adding more shameless debts or dues that made you diffident for the pampering he'd allowed you to shower in.

Was he always like this with everyone? Acting like money has never been a problem to him?

The white-haired cyclops knew that it's what you were thinking---assuring you further that he would buy every game you wanted because he would much prefer it rather than having to carry everything that he bought for you.

However, you've held your grounds and chose a prize where you would've stumbled foolishly over and over again if he wouldn't lend a hand upon carrying all the things he procured.

Perhaps, he had mollycoddled you a little too much today.

It would've been a comical occurrence to see you miss your footing every once in a while, but Satoru let it slide.

Surprisingly so.

The Strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer being a porter; a cargador. The honored one carrying all the items you've taken at least two to three seconds of staring upon pieces he subtly felt that you've had a thing about then evade from purchasing because of your self-effacing behavior over knowing that it wasn't your money to start with.

In which Satoru had eventually whisked everything he'd identified you've looked on with favor. He was caught on to be reflecting upon his actions whenever you were both outside, leaving stores upon stores---ruminating why he was overindulging to your non-verbal requests when you weren't even saying a word nor made it obvious that you wanted them in the first place.

"Whatever. Besides, this large cat plushie looks like you, don't you think? I'm designing him soon..." you've chewed the cud; the threshold of your consciousness being babbled. Simultaneously joining in the hubbub of laughter and shouting that reverberated around the arcade establishment, mixing in.

Bringing the stuff toy down, you've peek through the head again, regarding Satoru and seeing that he was murmuring incoherent words you've not caught on again. His long fingers scratching the back of his head and coming across as though he wasn't listening to any of what you've muttered.

What was he even saying?

You've shrugged his strange behavior off and blinked to yourself. Keen eyes ferreting around the arcade as if there was one thing you had to do more.

Whereby, this sense of surveying for each booth or games landed on one. A separated kind where it didn't consists of spunky, virtual battles and artificial combats of versus fantasy characters. This stall was created and functioned to be used as an arrest of souvenirs that were worth to be photographed for; to capture memories worth to hark back for.

The Photo Booth.

Was it also possible?

Those subliminal thoughts stressed upon the question, brooding over an idea that was possible but also impossible at the same time. Your hushed questions had become fervent, dropping down one or two at a time inside the back of your mind.

If you were given the chance to finally come back to your dimension, would it be possible to have your own sketches as well? Or rather pictures that would be of evidence or a reliable documentation that everything that happened today has been a bona fide memory. A remarkable and uncanny fate that no scientist could have an answer to back on your world, not even the person who had the highest IQ would get to elucidate or refute to.

Living in another world you've found to be freakish---otherworldly in a broad amount of facts because the people surrounded you had been defined and distinguished to be beyond normal. This was another universe where you've actually had a profound purpose---hapless to have a chance to find value over something that you had no idea with right at this moment because of an accident that destiny bequeath upon.

Or would this just be an evanescence bubble of your own imaginations, forged and fictitious to hurt you in the end because there was more to this so called providence you believed in?

Was it bound to give you agony?

Despair?

Woe?

Or happiness?

Were you transported to keep one and all to their befitting, auspicious future that you could uphold upon cursed, miserable claims of expectations that you would foresee soon?

"Hey, Satoru." you've lightly mused on, tone sounding to be as if you were deliberating on the spontaneous idea, "---If I finally have the chance to go back to my dimension, do you think I could bring pictures with me too?"

You've looked vacantly over the booth just meters ahead from you. Your abrupt inquiry catching Satoru over stumbling on his own feet through his own ruminative thoughts. He'd blinked from behind his sunglasses, breaking off from his dwelling and swiftly standing on full tilt. His height back from being lofty rather than sitting on one's haunches in such a silly manner.

The question deserved at least a second before he reconsidered. He hummed through his logical thinking and cocked his head to the side. One arm crossed over his clothed chest, supporting his elbow that rested on his closed fist. The other hand positioned underneath his chin, thick thumb and forefinger squeezing upon his cheeks that compressed his own skin. Luscious lips unconsciously jutted out, in which you had never gotten a mental picture of on account of your own distractions. A fetching and appealing sight you've not have gotten a chance to see.

Satoru's gaze went elsewhere, intently mulling on your suggestions and speculations like it was worth enough to change the world.

"According to your experience, by the sketches you've had from your dimension and to ours. It might be doable---Oi, Tiny-Chan!"

Without any fuss or delay, caught in your own excited bubble, you've began to tug onto the hem of his leather jacket, immediately and excitedly pulling him towards the booth. He'd let you pull him over, welcoming you both in a teeny-tiny space, not giving an ounce for a whistle-stop through your abiding elation he'd apprehended.

Satoru has given you a look, expectant that you were going to put the damned, large stuff toy down but before he knew it, you were already tugging the black curtains open and plonking along the seat. The confined space making it impractical for Satoru to even manspread or accommodate himself if another long-legged man was to be present. His lanky height making it nonviable for you to move comfortably unless he would squeeze in and be cooperative to make the most out of the cramped space.

The photo booth was made for 3-4 people. With Satoru's fit built---his broad shoulders, back and stubborn thighs and legs along with his uncompromising behavior, this booth was made to be seated with him and you alone.

Howbeit, an inanimate object just had the luck to take his rightful area. The space that was meant for him.

Satoru's face briefly fell at that. The plushie receiving a dirty look from the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer alive.

You were sliding in the game card as Satoru yanked the black curtains open, bending down from behind the opened hatch as he held the blinds open. You hadn't caught on the hasty disparaging glimpse he'd given towards your plushie. A fleeting lour that pulled the ends of his lips down as if it was the most ignoble thing he'd seen that was positioned neatly with ease. It's chibified face being a mirage that reflected upon his sunglasses, the figment of his imaginations hearing its goody-goody laughter; his well-deserved area that a lifeless soft toy had unconsciously snaffled.

"You bringing that in? can't you see how minuscule this is for the both of us?"

He was bending his height down to a level, taking a glance to see you struggling to comprehend the Japanese letters that appeared on the monitor screen, your forehead scrunched in a way that tells Satoru how you've not understood a thing or two. You've complained back at him, holding a hand out protectively over your large Neko stuff toy while your pointer finger chewed on what to initially press upon the screen.

"Well, I'm not forcing you to join me---," Pause. "----You wait outside then. He's not leaving my side."

Satoru couldn't help but raise a brow at that. The simple action worth to be expressed as a 'I think the fuck not' or an utter non-verbal quip of an 'Excuse me? you just did not say that to my face.'

Gojo firmly shook his head, emphasizing the whole idea that he was not letting it happen, not in a million years would he let a plushie win over his supposed to be side of the cramped room, "Ha! Nope!" he popped the 'p' along his words, determined and bull-headed to join in the photograph, "---Not a chance! I'm joining in the picture! This is going to be futile. That thing needs to go,"

He quickly grabbed onto the soft toy. Satoru had haphazardly chose a section through the screen without even taking another look at it as he had two tasks at hand. One hand on the monitor screen while the other outstretched to reach for the lifeless dummy that was smirking through his illusions. He'd shortly glanced how the time started to run down in ten seconds.

"Fly high, Neko-san!" Satoru whisked the plushie beside you, tossing it out of the booth with no remorse. The white-haired Jujutsu Sorcerer knew where it went and landed without paying any more regard to it.

"What the---! Fly high, seriously?! Did you just yeet him outaway like that?! What did it even do to you?!" you've hissed back at him, your eyes following suit as it went wide, peeping where your plushie went and flew behind him, it was precisely perched along the cluster of paper bags that you've both abandoned for the mean time.

The latter went to plonk himself beside you like a lightning bolt, squeezing himself in as the time already started. It was 5 sets of poses that should be accumulated within a 10 second smile. He'd taken up a lot of space that you were pushed to the sides, making you glower when his towering height wedged through like a sponge.

Straightaway, Satoru was already beaming through the camera, all wide and his teeth on show, coruscating as if it shined brighter than the sun. He'd lowered his sunglasses a bit right above the tall bridge of his nose, setting forth the Ether on view to be captured, posing for the camera when he'd noticed that you were glaring beside him.

The white-haired Jujutsu Sorcerer had raised a vague guess and thought that you were feeling uncomfortable through the cramped space that he recklessly reacted upon his careless reflexes, clinging his long arm around your shoulders, hanging loosely at first before he decided to bring you closer to his side in attempt to create the best set of pictures he could think of.

You were shoved with the warmth in his bosom; warmth that could be defined as an oasis of serenity you never knew you've delved into. The plight of what your world has offered for you; the other side of the coin that Satoru established just upon hours of being with him.

Was this also a part of his abilities then? Did it involve in manifesting you from experiencing idiosyncratic discoveries in such an amount of time?

"Tiny-Chan, Say cheese!" he avidly betokened, beaming through the camera. His amiable, snug gesture of enveloping an arm over your shoulder making you give him the heart-eyes, recreating the image of a smitten woman who peered up from his side, speechless as she appeared to be. The camera capturing a smiling Gojo while you, on the other hand, estimated to be like a twitterpated woman who was gawking whereas he had been on the contrary because the Satoru was utmost picture-ready.

It has been one of the the most effulgent smile on his face you've distinguished it to be.

You've cleared your throat and blinked from your stupor when you've felt and seen the flash of the camera fill the booth again.

That was already two pictures then.

The machine started to count once again. You were forthwith this time, consciously struggling to pull yourself out of your own reverie that Satoru have foolhardy pulled you in. A genuine smile on show, your eyes turning into crescent shapes; a harebrained impulse of an action---your hand collapsing to fall over Satoru's clothed inner leg, resting your palm over it.

Caught in the spur of the moment, it was simply just a gesture to maximize the jammed compartment that you were both situated in.

Yet, Satoru's toothy beam minimally closed at that meek, soft touch. The congested area gradually becoming more confined rather than how it was supposed to be, garnering a dubious calefaction that he unforeseen, startling the strongest deep-within.

That shouldn't have been possible.

The camera flash flickered again. You were blind over how he was brought to a whim. This was already the fourth picture to the last. The machine seeming to be capturing you both in the midst of conversing at the present time. Definitely not the proper time to do so, but you've began to tattle towards the Jujutsu Sorcerer, gently nudging his leg over and over again to cut him off from his concentration and unusual pondering. The skin of your palm abrading over the fabric of his own pants.

Satoru had seen you pouting on the side through the camera screen. Your words even catching him more off-guard then ever, appealing as a subdued rustle of the wind. A whir of your words susurrating beneath your breath, "Why did you had to throw away 'Toru' like that..."

He'd turned his head at a break-neck speed from the unexpected epithet he heard from you, peering down to gaze over the space you were comfortably snugged in. Suddenly wrapping his mind on the proximity he'd set you both. An unfamiliar and foreign touchy-feely sense that was beyond for his ken.

Your focus had been on the camera that neared its countdown, deliberately ignoring Satoru on the side of the screen. The unsettling drum of your heartbeats thumping one by one in a pitter-patter as if it grew unbearable with each passing second.

You suddenly wanted this to be over with.

"Toru?" Gojo blinked through his sunglasses, repeating the sobriquet as a drone. A faint, soft whisper of incredulity, one that sounded too affectionate to be heard. It was probably another wild reflex but you've snapped your head to the side, giving your heed to him that you've lately realized the camera flash went off again to the both of you gazing into each other's eyes.

Those blest eyes that always yanked you out of your physical existence to bring you towards the celestial sphere.

"---You're calling that lifeless dummy over a nickname meant for me?" Satoru veiled his struck on sensibilities with a smug smirk and his notable complacent demeanor.

Toru.

The sobriquet repeated like an echo within the deepest parts of an underground chamber, fawning over to forage the beacons.

Bewildered. Be all at sea. Satoru Gojo had no idea why but he wanted to hear it again and again as if the nickname should have been fabricated for him and not for a exanimate plushie.

"I-I had it patented because I knew you were bound to upbraid and tell me that it had been bought by your abundant tickets. Psh. Don't get so full of yourself, alright?" you've clicked your tongue, flustered from the unpredicted choice of moniker created for your soft-toy. The diminutive passing out of your mouth of one's own accord. You've swatted his heavy arm off your shoulder, wrenching the curtains open and paving your way out of the booth.

Once out of the threshold, the photo booth becoming more confining, suffocating to the point that it would've been minacious if you've stayed longer. You've shrieked when you've seen how far your plushie really went.

"Really, Satoru?!" You've audibly cleared your throat, hearing a humiliating voice crack in between your exclamation as if it wasn't stable to begin with, marching your way over the Neko plushie that has been literally thrown to the sides.

Waiting for the pictures to finish developing, you were holding onto your stuff toy for dear life, Unwary that the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer tarried a bit inside the compartment. Satoru had been sitting inside the booth for at least less than a minute now.

You've seen his expensive shoes from underneath the pitchy drapes that you had to lightly kick it to shove him out of whatever he was doing inside. With pursed lips and kicking one's heels, you've seen the developed pictures when it finally dropped out of the holder.

"Hey, what are you even doing in there? you takin' your own selfies?" you've given his Adidas another light shove with yours, making him react with a short, distracted hum that vibrated through the core of your stomach, whipping up another tight hug around your plushie.

The developed pictures were now on your hands, your eyes briefly pausing at the particular, spesh one that made you covertly smile to yourself because of the flutters that the tiny, expanding butterflies aspired to give you from a indelible picture which has been your utmost favorite.

You subtly hoped Satoru was not one who's fond of keeping photographed pictures.

"Sa-to-ru! You suddenly deaf or what?" you were heedless of your beaming smile, the blood rushing through your face as you were downright elated over the developed pictures. Calling his name per vowel in an attempt to emphasize further. Eyes fazed, zeroed in on the snapshot at hand.

"Fine. I'm having all of this. It's not like you're bound to keep them anyways. You don't seem to be like that kind of person." It sounded like a bubbly judgement for him. Your smile now stifled, altered into an automated grimace when you've seen him emerge from the curtains. It was funny to see how such a towering lanky man had been inside the booth all along that your restrained laughter went nominal from the moment that Satoru has aimlessly grabbed onto the one you had bisected and chose as your copy.

Did he just whipped the favorite one you've taken a liking to?

"Oi, gimme that." he quickly grabbed onto the picture you favored. The best one you've wanted to treasure. Your face falling when he was brisk enough to slip them along his side pockets, "---Did you just judge my personality, Tiny-Chan? Oh, you really wound me."

You didn't risk a chance. Under no circumstances did you try to even steal it back from him because Satoru was dead set to take his claim on that specific picture you've wanted to cherish.

With an insincere smile pasted upon your face, you've grumbled through gritted teeth, "You really didn't seem like it. That's mine. Give it back."

"Hm." Satoru's grins broadened, owning that impish expression which forewarned you that the white-haired menace knew it was a choice of your preference. The print that you were keen on keeping. "---Yours, you say?" Pause. "---How about a no? you've basically been judging my whole being since day one, so this is mine now for payback."

Perhaps, digging through that deep-rooted bulwark he'd built, Satoru also held an adoration for the fresh portrait that were now kept inside his pockets. A photograph that has only taken a second of creating an apocryphal world that sheltered the actuality of his dimension, providing a bed of roses he'd not ever tolerated for once in his life. The inexplicable, nameless, undivulged will-o-the-wisp that he needed to evade from because if he'd stayed longer---the denouement would either be parlous or in the doldrums.

Don't be shy. Say hi? I don't bite. Heehee. <3 Will post the next chapter for this the day after tomorrow!

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