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lonelystarrs · 1 year

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Divide The Love.

Toji Fushiguro x FemReader x Satoru Gojo

You were supposed to be a one night stand, nothing more, nothing important. So how the hell did the three of you end up in this dynamic? Who knows, who cares.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI • 3some f/m only • smutsmutsmut • drabbles • AU toji/Suguru/gojo were house mates • crack • 🌶️ • poly relationship • healthy relationships • Fluff on both more so Gojo • a bit of everything really • gojo’s scene tho <3 🥹

Word count: 7.1k (I am unwell)

Taxing.

That was what it was to be around you and Satoru.

Amusing.

But oh so taxing.

Toji had all but mastered hiding any hint of amusement when around you both afraid if he ever showed the fact he found you funny he’d never live it down. Your behaviour would be deemed acceptable, Satoru was limitless to his goofiness and the kind of influence you really shouldn’t be around.

Then again you egged Satoru on just as much. Ah who was he kidding. You were as bad as each other.

You were supposed to be a simple one night stand, nothing more and nothing less. You weren’t supposed to be anything special, anything different. Pussy was pussy. Wet was wet.

Yet here you were sitting comfortably between the two men like you’d belonged there from the start. It was coming up to a year since Toji brought you back here. a.fucking.year.

Hell, was he even with his ex wife this long?

He hadn’t had another woman in a year either and truthfully, the thought of it now was kinda a turn off. Maybe it was age, maybe it was boredom of same routines in fucking around. He didn’t look at women like he used to -like an opportunity. Instead they walked by him like everyone else on the street because you plagued his damn mind like a disease.

And quiet frankly he didn’t want the cure.

It was 4 months since Satoru wormed his way in as well, and surprisingly he hadn’t seen anyone else in that time. Toji thought it was a mere one off him joining in one night -a simple threesome to make Satoru stop harping on about his crush on you. Toji thought once he got his fill he’d move on like he always did, he’d get bored and instead he carved a seat for himself and became as invested as Toji.

Unbelievable right?

Suguru used to live in this penthouse with the two men but his passing had brought some changes to Gojo. The dynamic was odd and most people laughed off the idea when they heard you were with the two men. It was impossible, ridiculous and foolish.

“Haha! Right, such a woman doesn’t exists. Putting up with one of you? Let alone both? She a witch or something?”

Maybe you were.

You certainly rivalled most beauty standards without all this crap in your face, make up was only really worn if you done something fancy — you did have a strict skin care routine though.

Speaking of which.

“Can you take this shit off my face now?”

You hummed and looked over your shoulder at Toji who was sat on the couch looking less than fucking amused about the face mask you’d put on him.

Gojo was sat before you with his legs crossed — if he were a dog his tail would be wagging. He was fucking beaming at you whilst you applied the face mask on him, his hair clipped up with some kind of clip Toji had no idea how to even explain —he really didn’t care for girly shit. All he could say was Satoru looked like a cockatoo with his fringe up like that.

“You got another 10 minutes yet, you’re so impatient.”

“I’d use every one of those minutes, you need it old man,”

“Off ya fuck manchild.”

“Don’t be jealous of my baby like skin and good looks, youth is with me!”

You flicked Gojo’s forehead with the mask applicator, a wet slap sounding through the room.

“Ouch! What was that for?”

“Oh please that didn’t hurt you,”

“It did! Terribly so,”

“Manchild,” Toji repeated whilst he leaned back into the couch again.

What the fuck were they doing? Him, Toji Fushiguro an assassin and Gojo Satoru a leader for a world dominating, family owned corporation sat here wearing face masks because their bratty girlfriend won at some damn video game.

Toji looked down, keeping the back of his head cradled by the sofa. He watched you laughing and Satoru’s blue eyes absolutely beaming at you, watching your every expression as you applied the mask evenly on his face. Even with that disgusting looking shitty green mask on your face, hair tied up into a messy bun, some comfy clothes on —matching coloured baggy lounge trousers with a tight little crop top. You still looked so pretty, you held an air of youth and something refreshing about you, yet you carried yourself like a grown ass woman.

He was older than you by 7 years, you were the same age as Satoru at 30 but you made him feel young again. You gave him that stupid rush he’d missed out on as a teen.

His eyes scanned over your body as you sat crossed legged in front of the other man and even with you hardly at your best right now, even with that ugly mask on your face he’d still absolutely fuck you utterly stupid like this.

There was something about the comfort, the familiarity -the trust and calmness here. That was the point you’d both reached with each other, it brought back fondness from his deceased wife and it made him wonder if he got a second chance at this with you.

Watching you like this, the stupidest, simplest of things stirred something ridiculous in his chest that shot straight to his lower stomach, rushing blood to his cock and he felt it twitch in his baggy sweats.

Toji scowled again before glaring back at the ceiling. God you pissed him off. He didn’t want to feel it. He zoned out from you and Satoru, deciding to block out whatever was around him to concentrate on beating down this horridly pleasant feeling in his chest.

He didn’t hear the whispering.

“Does he know you put a pink mask on him?”

“Nah, I took a photo as well when he wasn’t looking.”

“Even with this hair tied up?”

“Yup, his lil top knot n’all.”

“Heheh. Smart move, you gonna bribe him with it?”

“Absolutely,”

“You’re the girl of my dreams,” Gojo sighed dreamily and you snorted a laugh at him, prodding the end of the applicator against his forehead.

“You’ll be saying that to someone else in a few months with your short attention span.”

“Nuh-uh! Told ya, I’m serious about this.”

You rolled your eyes and put the lid back on your face mask pot, going to stand he stopped you half way, his fingers wrapping around your wrist stopping you from fully standing.

“Hey-“ you hummed in response and looked down to Satoru, the amusement dropped from his face, that usual playful tone replaced with a rare softness. “-m’serious, don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

You seen his jaw clench and his blue eyes glanced over you to Toji, who remained glaring at the ceiling tuning out from your conversation, before shifting off else were awkwardly looking at something across the room.

“Nothin’ don’t worry.”

You had been roped into baking for Satoru because of his endless consumption for sweet things and today you’d agreed to make brownies.

Satoru sat on the island, chin resting into his hands whilst his elbows rested on it. Leaning forward in the high bar stool watching you work with some doe assed expression.

“You gonna put that chocolate stuff in again?”

“The Nutella?”

“Yeah! That stuff,”

“You’re gonna be fat.”

“Nah, besides I know a good way to burn it off,” he winked at you whilst giving a small smirk.

“Y’ever stop thinking with your dick?”

Toji strode by, chiming in his input after returning from the gym and opening the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

You could see he was still sweaty, his biceps looked fucking huge as he still carried his pump from the gym. The veins popping up his arms was enough to make you slow the stirring the spoon in the bowl until you stopped completely.

He was a tall glass of water and you were drinking him.

Well, clearly it was arms day at the gym. You gawked at the man who stood in all his glory, fuck was he always this huge? Had he gotten bigger? That wasn’t just the pump was it? Those tiddies of his… ugh. He’d let you motor boat him, right?

“See something you like, sweetheart?”

Your jaw closed so fast they heard your teeth clack together and you returned to stirring the spoon in the mix of brownies furiously.

“Don’t be jealous cause I can fill her more than you now old man, shootin’ blanks now aren’t you?”

You snorted a laugh and turned back around to the boys,

“More like baby powder,” you chimed in.

Satoru snickered a laugh behind you, Toji’s eyes darkened as they looked down at you whilst drinking, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped down the water.

“Fuck, fuck y/n, I’m gonna cum,” you mimicked him, probably sounding more desperate than he actually came off.

The golden part though, was you lifting your hand and you blew into it, flour clouding across the kitchen and hitting Toji’s chest. Little lumps falling down his body gathering at the band of his joggers.

Satoru was howling behind you his hands slapped down on the islands marble countertop, Toji looking less than amused, despite the glint in his eye giving away that it was funny his ego was simply not letting you get away with it.

The bottle hit the counter and he strode forwards. The amusement dropped from your face and jaw fell slack, Gojo watched with glinting eyes as he drank in the scene unfolding before him.

Uh oh, you were in trouble~!

Toji swiped the bowl from your hands, throwing it to the countertop behind you as he towered before you, one hand grabbing your neck and forcing you up into your tip toes.

“Oh? That funny shit left you pretty fast princess.”

He felt you gulp under his palm, the hand squeezed your neck with the pressure you liked, he felt the vibration of the moan that crawled up your throat. His green eyes glanced down to watch your body, your hands gripping the counter behind you and your thighs rubbed together.

“Tch, look at you-“ he kicked at your feet to separate them, pressing his huge thigh against your pussy and angled it up, he felt you buckle and it let him knew he pressed against your clit just right “-least you know to submit,” he husked out, lowering his mouth to brush against your lips before pulling away.

His hand around your throat left to gather your hair painfully, you winced as he gripped it in his large hand, pushing you down to your knees. His other hand pulling down his joggers enough to release his semi hard dick.

Even soft this guy was huge, thick and long, it silently stood at least 9 inches at least. He was physically daunting in every aspect, Toji was older and his physical form dominated the two of you overall. Everything about him screamed pure man.

Satoru wasn’t far behind at all, a god in his own league and he only bulked out more as he got older. But Toji had something Satoru didn’t have -that rough and ready thing that made you fucking melt. Gojo made you want to challenge him, even though you’d never win but Toji purely made you want to submit.

Toji was filth, mean, cold and reserved. He’d spit in your mouth, he’d eat you out after cumming in you, he’d verbally abuse you in only a way he could.

Gojo taunted and teased, his method was far from clean, but he took a more playful approach. Toji just took.

“Get it hard then-“ Toji pushed your face forwards towards his cock and you seen it flex giving away his excitement, “-I’m gonna paint that pretty face of yours with cum, see if your crap jokes are funny then.”

Your tongue pressed against the tip before licking a line up to the hilt, feeling it hardening under you. Toji looked over his shoulder to Gojo who had remained in his seat, blue eyes watching everything with his mouth formed into a straight line. Amusement had also left him it seems, favouring watching the scene unfold.

“Y’watching kid?” The smirk that spread over Toji’s mouth was nasty, “-maybe I’ll put a kid in her, really take her as mine.”

Toji’s thumb ran over your cheek as he groaned out at the feeling of your warm mouth taking in his head, tongue swirling around it.

“Have you look at her everyday knowing she’s got my kid in her -fuck- tits all swollen and stomach all round-“ his head tilted back as you took him down your throat, his dick now solid as he felt you gag around him “-it’ll drive your cocky ass mad.”

Gojo’s smirk twitched on his lips, refusing to show Toji’s taunting was actually striking a cord in the blue eyes. Instead he opted to tilting his head to lock eyes with you -doe eyed, all glassy looking pretty at him and a mouth stuffed full of thick cock, drool already spilling down your chin.

Satoru almost groaned at the sight of you like that, feeling his own dick hardening as Toji started to rock his hips to gain more friction down your throat, that would swell up as he pushed his cock further down it before retracting.

“Heh, you really hit a nerve with scarface~!”

Being left alone with you seemed like a rarity these days, even though that wasn’t the case it felt more valuable when he was alone with you.

You were laying on Toji, his thick legs either side of you both flat on the sofa. You were currently asleep on his chest, arms lazily wrapped around his, as you call it, slutty waist.

His arms were folded behind his head, the light from the massive tv danced in patterns a crossed the dark room as the film ran.

He knew you wouldn’t stay awake for it, now he was stuck like this on the sofa fighting his own sleep.

Your face nuzzled into his chest, a satisfying hum leaving you with a dreamy smile.

“Such good tiddies,” you slurred in your sleep, shuffling your body a bit against his.

He snorted a laugh, eyes returning back to watch you nuzzle your face between his pecs.

A smirk appeared on his lips, green eyes scanning over that pretty face looking so content buried in his.. tiddies.

“You’re an idiot,” he mumbled, lifting a hand to brush over your cheek, pushing the fallen strands of hair back.

“Insulting me even when I sleep?” You mumbled, pulling your body into a stretch before settling back on him.

Toji grunted and used the opportunity to shift himself under you.

You lifted your head and rested your chin on his chest, opening one eye to look at him sleepily.

“S’the time?”

“Midnight,”

You gasped dramatically and rose up,

“Old man! You shouldn’t be up so late, your poor back tomorrow, I’ll be buying you a summer frame.”

“If your fat ass wasn’t sleeping on me-“

“-I’m getting heavy for you? Truly, age is weakening you.”

Toji deadpanned at you before grabbing the back of your head and planting your face against his chest, smothering you. He felt you laughing, muffled by his muscle he smirked, keeping your face from lifting to see it.

You managed to twist your head to the side and dramatically inhaled.

“Death by tiddies won’t look glamorous on my death certificate.”

“Stop being so dramatic, you’re exhausting.” He released your head and let you lift yourself again a pouted now visible in your face and you moved to straddle him. He was shirtless under you because you were wearing his massive black t-shirt, some panties underneath and he wore his usual grey lounge joggers.

Your hands planted on his stomach, the muscle tensing under you and your fingers dented in to the six pack, gently moving them across the deep lines.

He rose an eyebrow as you wiggled your hips against his, he knew what you were looking for and it only made him smirk at you.

“Gotta work harder than that, princess.”

“Oh?”

Your hands gripped the bottom of the shirt, pulling it over your head, tits bouncing from the movement.

His hands folded behind his head and he shrugged.

“Meh,”

You pouted, frowning at him childishly, he could see the cogs turning in your head but he wasn’t expecting you to reach down, sliding your fingers down that smooth stomach before disappearing into your pathetic excuse of panties. Lacey and perfectly see through.

He watched your index finger press into your folds and run to your hole, gathering slick before moving back to your clit and rolling a circle over it. Hips twitching, an airy moan leaving you and he watched the pink dust over your cheeks, eyes half hooded as you dropped your gaze to his chest.

Strands of hair fell from your shoulders, framing your face as he watched your body reacting to your finger working against your clit. Your breathing picked up, your hips began moving in time with your finger.

Toji’s hands flexed behind his head, jaw tensing as he fought himself to reach out for you. Your other hand tugged at his sweats and he lifted his hips, it was a skill in itself on how you managed to shimmy them down just enough to release his dick with one hand whilst straddling him.

That finger on your clit never stopping as he watched it between your folds.

Your next move however did draw a grunt from him, pushing your panties aside you pressed your wet slit to his hardening length and dragged yourself along it. The airy, whiny moan that left you made his cock flex against your pussy.

“You dreamin’ about dick or somethin’? She’s fucking drooling, fuck.”

Green eyes fixed to watching the length of his dick gliding between your folds, quickly drenching it in slick he could see it glinting from the light of the tv.

Dick flexing again under you, completely acting on its own as you rolled yourself fucking stunningly against his cock, sandwiched between your cunt and his stomach.

Your soft pants in the room, the tv dulling out as he focused on you.

He snorted a laugh when you reached down, lifting yourself up to press the head of his cock against that tight hole.

“You ain’t gonna manage that sweetheart.”

Your hand braced against his stomach and despite his taunt you lowered yourself, his thick head pushing through that tight ring and he felt it actually fucking pop as it pushed through.

He exhaled heavily, hands balling into fists behind his head and he glared at you, your cocky stubbornness was always fun to watch but it always bugged him how you thought you’d manage without him.

Toji was a dom through and through, he’d let you have fun for his own amusement until he had enough.

“Not gonna beg for my help huh?”

“Fuck you, Toji.”

“Feel free, I hope you can fuck that dick,”

He watched you struggle, you sank down slowly and you made it half way before you huffed. Hand against his stomach curling into a fist.

“Fuck, you’re so thick.”

Surprise was shown from both you and Toji as a hand wrapped around your neck from behind, the other gripping your hair and pulling your head back. Lips crashing into yours in an upside down kiss.

Gojo hummed into the kiss, greedily shoving his tongue into your mouth and squeezing your throat lightly.

“You look like you need some help,” his lips moved against yours, shifting his leg he bent it and pushed between Toji’s and the back of the sofa to give himself even balance and position to be directly behind you, his other foot braced on the floor. Satoru’s hands slid down your body, one moved to the front to press against your clit, causing you to moan against his mouth. The other gripped your hip and started to push you down, finger on your clit rolling to distract you.

Blue eyes stared at green, Toji’s mouth formed into a sneer, eyes hardening on at Gojo interfering with his little lesson.

But fuck wasn’t it hot watching Satoru push you down to take him, feeling your pussy stretch to his girthy dick. Gojo’s mouth working against yours in a wet, messy kiss, your hands moving to grip his hair behind you and hold onto him.

The distraction was working, Toji felt you loosen up to swallow his cock to the hilt and he groaned when your warm walls hugged him. He could feel your slick running down his balls and ass, he could see Satoru’s finger running fast but light circles on your clit.

“You gonna ride him? You want my help right?” You nodded dumbly against his mouth, he chuckled against yours.

“You’re such a good girl,” his other hand left your clit so both were resting on your hips, Satoru guided you up Toji’s cock before slamming you back down. Both men heard the breath hitch in your throat, his previous gentle, caring actions and words led you into a false sense of security.

“C’mon then, ride him don’t let us down now,”

The lack of attention to your clit was short lived, Toji finally moved an arm so his thumb could press against the hardened bundle of nerves. He watched your body jolt, your hips rolling and the dips from Satoru’s fingers as he gripped your hips tighter.

“Suggest you hold onto something,” Your head finally tilted back to Toji, his deep voice filtering through but it’s his words that catch your attention.

The pink now intense across your cheeks and nose, eyes all glassy and looking at him like he was the centre of your universe.

Satoru pushed you forward so he could look down with a perfect view of Toji stretching and filling your pussy.

Your hands gripped Toji’s huge biceps, tensed under you as his hands now both gripped your thighs to hold you still.

Green eyes looked over your shoulder to meet Satoru’s.

“Hold her,”

“What?” You questioned, the trace of worry in your eyes at you looked at Toji like a doe in the headlights.

Satoru squeezed your hips, green eyes met yours and Toji smirked at you.

He withdrew before slamming back into you, the wet slap echoed around the room, his warning thrust made your breath hitch before he started to fucking rut into you.

Your nails dug into his muscle, Satoru’s grip stopping you from moving in any way and Toji’s hands on your thighs restricting you further.

“Wanna get fucked dumb huh?”

You nodded dumbly, Toji giving a hard, sharp thrust.

“Use your words,”

“Y-Yeah, fucked dumb-“ you slurred, voice jolting with each thrust and his dick kissing your cervix. You felt too full, Satoru keeping your hips pinned, Toji holding your legs left no room for him to fully slide from you. The constant short, hard fast thrusts of his dick punching into you, keeping you full quickly stirred the heat pooling in your stomach. He was pounding your g spot, hitting it within seconds of filling you.

Toji could feel you clenching around him, his breathing becoming laboured.

“Gonna cum already? Can feel that pussy suckin’ me in,”

“Hell, you’re taking his dick so well.” Satoru chimed in, confirming his words as blue eyes literally watched your pussy sucking Toji’s dick back in. Hearing that wet squelch of your cunt, the slapping of skin as Toji fucked you until you went crossed eyed, slurring words they could barely understand.

“Keep slurring n talkin’ all dumb like that princess, fuck this cunts so fucking good.” Toji growled out, he sounded feral, slamming harder into you and he watched as he took you to seen stars.

“That’s it, fuckin’ let go, give it up.”

“T-T I’m gonna -you’re gonna make me-“

The noise that left you as you came made Satoru groan behind you, you sunk forward into Toji, burying your face into his neck. In return he turned his head, one hand rising to run through your hair and grip it, twisting your head to press his lips to yours, mashing them together messily and desperately as he groaned into your mouth swallowing your noises.

Satoru pouted behind you, briefly taking his eyes from your cum forming around Toji’s cock as he used it to fuck you.

Toji was mumbling against your lips, something Satoru couldn’t hear from his place above the the loud skin slapping and cum drooling cunt being fucked just under him.

His green eyes focused on you your forehead against his, his hand in your hair keeping you close and in place, talking you through something and Satoru watched as you melted for him.

“Breath,”

“I can’t- it’s too much, you’re-“

“You can, you’re fuckin’ gonna take it. You wanted this so finish what you started so stop whinin’”

“Toji-“

“Breath. Gotta let me cum princess, this pretty pussy too fucking good to stop, you gonna help me cum yeah? Fill you up?”

You nodded dumbly.

His eyes scanned your face, Satoru’s hands left you and Toji moved in quickly, his arms hooking under yours, crossing over your shoulders, on hand remained in your hair then other cradled the back of your neck. Your hands ran through his hair. His feet planted against the sofa, keeping your forehead against his he locked eyes with you as he started to fuck upwards.

Satoru pulled at his boxers, releasing his cock as it slapped loudly against his stomach. A hand reaching out to collect the slick and cum from your inner thigh using it to rub his head, a hiss leaving him as he mixed his pre with it before fisting himself, blue eyes focused on your pussy being stretched and fucked before him.

He did notice the position Toji had put you in, ignoring the jealousy of how fucking intimate it looked.

You didn’t fuck just anyone like that. It was close, messy and focused. Fushiguro was watching you like you were feeding his soul, those green eyes glassy with something he’d never really seen in Toji. That usual hardness broke, despite his brutal fucking and harsh words it broke under that stupid fucking look in his eyes.

The thought hit Gojo at the wrong time.

This really was more than sex between you both? Why did he suddenly feel so out of place, like he shouldn’t have stepped into something like this?

“I’m cummin’ Toji -again- fuck that’s it, fuck-yeah, there! There!”

His huge arms tightened around you, biceps bulging as they hugged you so tight like he was trying to merge your souls together. His hand cradling the back of your neck tightened as he moaned out to you as you cum around his cock for a second time —this time though you brought him with you.

“Shit- m’cummin’-“

His hips pinned up to yours, he lifted from the sofa as his toes curling against it, his stomach spasmed as he coated your insides. His hips fell back against the sofa, a heavy exhale leaving him as you panted above him, light tremors starting through your body.

“Oi,” a cooler hand skimmed over your ass, up your spine and grabbing your hair to pull you back from Toji, Satoru met his eyes “-suggest you pull out, else she’s getting double stuffed.”

Satoru’s spare hand gripped your hip and encouraged you to lift from Toji, his cock slipping out with a wet, cum soaked slap to his stomach.

“Shit, what a sloppy girl you are~”

Gojo eyed your dripping, swollen hole clenching around nothing, quickly guiding the head of his dick to your entrance to stop anything coming out.

“I’ll just use his cum to fuck you huh? Thanks for warming her up-“ Gojo taunted, that cocky grin on his face as he slapped his hand across your ass watching it jiggle.

Toji seen you wince despite the moany breath that left you as Satoru bullied his cock to the hilt without any adjustment, filling you again. Your hands curled against Toji’s chest and he felt you tremble above him.

“Yeah use it-“ Toji folded his hands behind his head again, sitting back to watch. Green eyes drinking you in as you jolted forward with every wet slap and thrust, tits bouncing against his as Satoru started his round of fucking you, “-not like y’have a choice, you’ll never know her pussy without it, Gojo.”

Satoru Gojo being quiet was unheard of, if anything the man only got more hyper and put his deflection tactics up to god tier when he had something troubling him.

It was fast approaching February and a specific date in particular was causing the eccentric blue eyes some dread.

Suguru’s Birthday.

It was 1am to be exact and you’d rolled over to find the bed belonging to Satoru empty. Toji was away on a job for the next few weeks and that was your allowance to stay in Saturo’s domain.

Toji was first after all, he made that point almost weekly with some kind of remark or holding some kind of action to solidify it.

Such a weird dynamic.

You sighed as you lay flat on the large mattress looking up to the ceiling with a frown listening in the silence to see if you could guess what he was doing.

“I swear to god if he’s sleep walking again,” you mumbled, flinging the thick, warm sheets off you dramatically you swung your feet from the bed and set on mission to find the man.

Grabbing his white shirt thrown over a chair in his room you slipped it on.

Bare feet pattered through the house and you actually felt annoyed by the fact your feet were getting cold —it was the middle of winter after all.

With how silent the house was you thought Gojo had left the penthouse but a sad sigh left you when you seen a low, dull light glowing under the door to the room Suguru once occupied.

“Oh, Toru.” You whispered sadly in the empty hallway.

Your hand hovered over the door, chewing the inside of your cheek, with an inner battle as to whether you should get involved. Gojo shut down and away, he was terrible with processing emotions.

Where Toji was more than comfortable with his, being the black and white guy he was, he was surprisingly easier to deal with in that regard —you knew where you stood with him even if he wasn’t verbal with affection. If he wanted something he had it, if he didn’t he didn’t have it around him. The difficulty with Toji wasn’t his lack of ability to process, Toji was a difficult character in the ways Gojo was easy. Gojo had more morals, he wasn’t as selfish, he didn’t spit venom. Socially Toji was horrendous as well, he was rough around the edges. He was cold and distant. Gojo was more polished, a social butterfly with the charm of a prince.

If this were Toji you’d leave him alone until he came to you.

Emotions and Gojo though? Different kettle of fish.

Entirely.

He needed a hug but he didn’t want anyone close enough to allow himself to accept it.

His facade and deflection was humour, a goofball —being the kid he never could be growing up. But he dwelled in a domain of loneliness that was cured by Suguru and him alone. You always thought Gojo handled his death a little too well, avoiding the grief process.

The blue eyes knew what he wanted deep down but he was scared of having it —of losing it, again.

Plus his enormous god complex only aided his fussiness on things.

You were surprised he lasted the last 6 months in this dynamic, you were convinced he’d get bored and go back to multiple girls on the go to aid his insecurities.

But he hadn’t.

So you needed to help him.

The door opened quietly and Gojo was sat on the end of Suguru’s bed, his elbows resting on his knees, legs man spread as usual. Hands hanging loosely down and his head bowed, hair covering his eyes but through the strands you could see his eyes fixed on the floor.

He looked numb.

“Hey, Sato.”

He didn’t move when your hand ran across his bare back, “-just gonna sit next to you, s’alright yeah?”

He gave some short hum as a response but stayed fixed on his position. You sat behind him, legs sitting either side of him and wrapping your arms around his torso, resting your cheek against his huge back. It looked comical, spooning a 190cm man who was built like a god, your smaller frame behind him.

He didn’t move, even when you gave him a reassuring squeeze with your arms.

“So, I was watching this video today on these kikufuku’s with cream and edamame, they’re your favourite right? Looks easy enough to make.”

You pressed a few kisses to his back, continuing to blabber to him quietly, filling the silence you knew he was wallowing in, in this room once occupied by his best friend.

“Also, I seen this really awesome photo of that bamboo forest in Kyoto, there’s loads of snow there at the moment it looked so pretty. I haven’t been there since I was a kid! Never seen it covered in snow though, ah, I miss Kyoto it’s so pretty there.”

You shifted your legs, placing them over his thighs and he reacted, his hands moved to grip your feet and rub his thumbs over the soles in a lazy attempt of a massage.

“I ordered you a shirt too, it’s really funny. It’s got metalgreymon on it saying digimon is better than Pokémon.”

A smile twitched at his lips.

“Yeah, it is.”

“I liked that horse one, not that weird ugly ass one. The golden one.”

“Pegasusmon-“

“Yeahyeah! That one,”

Gojo chuckled at your excitement, his hands giving a firmer grip on your feet as he started to come around, crawling his way out of that numb void with a rope you’d thrown down to him.

“You’re not alone anymore, Toru, not if you don’t wanna be anyway.” You mumbled, pressing your forehead against his back.

Gojo looked over his shoulder at you, before turning in your embrace.

“Is that right?”

You gave him a goofy smile and nodded.

“Yup! But you gotta work on it as well, you gotta meet half way.”

He hummed again, eyes drifting to look at his shirt draped over you, one shoulder hanging off and the buttons undone enough to show cleavage. Nipples perking through the material, small goosebumps on your skin. Your long, smooth legs either side of him and he knew you had nothing on underneath.

His eyes drifted to your neckline, following up to your plump, pink lips.

He leaned forward causing you to lean back onto your elbows, his hand skimming up your legs, pushing the shirt up as he placed it against your hip.

He knew it was over for him the minute he finally met your eyes, those beautiful fucking eyes looking at him all glassy, yet filled with something that made his heart warm.

And for once he didn’t wanna run.

“I’m here, Satoru,”

His mouth pressed against yours the moment the words left you, the kiss was hot, messy and desperate. He moaned into you as his tongue filled your mouth, his spare hand moving to pull down his joggers clumsily, freeing his hard cock as it slapped against his stomach.

He felt needy, desperate to be in you. He pressed you into the mattress, both moaning with breathy pants as he pulled your hips towards him, dragging you down the bed. Your legs wrapping around his waist and arms around his neck, burying a hand into his hair and tugging at it.

He rolled his hips forward, running the length of his dick between your folds.

“You’re still wet from earlier huh?”

You nodded against his mouth, not letting him pull away when he went to speak. He chuckled against you, smirking against your mouth.

“Says you, look how fast you got hard.”

Satoru shrugged, his large hands holding the globes of your ass, pulling his hips back he angled the head of his dick at your entrance, pushing forward and moaning into your mouth as he entered you, feeling you stretching around his cock swallowing him to the hilt.

“Fuck, m’never gonna get over how good that feels sliding in first time.”

Your hips rolled up into his and he set a feral pace, he was sloppy, stuttering and kissed you just the same. His hands gripping and smoothing over your skin like he was trying to feel everything.

“You feel s’good Toru-hah- god you’re fucking me so well.”

“Yeah? Gonna let me fuck you like this forever? You know I can’t be without this pussy now right? She’s so sloppy for me, she’s drooling everywhere for my dick.”

You moaned and nodded desperately against him, your heart starting to race as you felt that heat pooling in your stomach, he was so close he was rubbing your clit at the same time. His hips rolling into you as he fucked his dick against your warm walls.

Slurring affection for him, your body rolling to meet his as he fucked you with an intimacy you’d never seen in him.

“You can’t leave me-“ your blurred vision started to focus, hos words bringing clarity. He face burying into your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist making you arch your back, shift your hips down at an angle so he could fuck up into you hitting that spot he was looking for.

“—you can’t leave me.” He repeated it again, slurring into your neck as his pace turned sloppy.

It was too much for him, he felt like he was going to burst, he’d never felt love but he was pretty sure this was fucking it. This unbearable warmth that spread through his chest made the feeling rushing through his dick more intense. He felt so close to cumming as well, struggling to hold on and not fill you up. He could smell you mixed in with Geto, whose scent still filled the room faintly.

But it was enough.

“M’gonna cum,” he slurred, his thrusts becoming frantic but uncoordinated as he bullied his dick into your pussy, clenching around him,

“Yeah? Gonna be a good boy for me Toru?”

“Y-Yeah m’a good boy,” he replied dumbly, chasing that high he was about to throw himself over for you —because of you.

“M’cummin’ fuck- fuck, fuck fuckkk.” He lifted his head and smashed his mouth against yours in a bruising kiss, he exhaled heavily, a whiny moan crawled at the back of his throat. Hips pinning to yours he spasmed against you as he blew his load into you until he felt it dripping past the plug of his dick.

He was breathless when he pulled from you, holding himself up now by his elbows either side of your head. His arms shaking lightly as he collected himself, his dick softening but warming in your cum filled pussy.

“Y’know-“ his voice was a little shaky and he refused to look at you, instead he was looking down at the small gap between you now, your stomach heaving and his cock still buried in you. “-I’ll settle for this, if it means I get you. But I wish it was with Suguru, cause I know he’d have taken care of you better than Fushiguro or me.”

“Gojo-“

He shook his head, you could see his jaw clenching but your eyes widened when you see the drops fall onto your stomach.

“I don’t deserve you, s’fact. But I’ll try if you don’t leave me.”

Your hands cupped his face, thumbs wiping under his eyes gently, pushing away whatever tears fell from those beautiful blue eyes.

“Can you look at me?”

You didn’t force his head up, but gave him the choice and he did, your breath hitched in your throat.

He never looked so fucking handsome. His hair was a bit messy, his eyes glistening with tears that only made them look more beautiful. His huge built towering over you as he left his cock buried in you.

Vulnerable.

This was Satoru Gojo.

And you weren’t sure if you’d finally just fallen in love with him at that exact moment.

“You deserve love, just as much as anyone else.”

Gojo slid down your body and down the bed, hands pressing to the backs of your thighs he pushed your knees up to your chest. He didn’t waste a beat, burying his head between your legs, sucking on your clit and rolling his tongue in a circle around it.

“Fuck- Satoru- holy shi-“ you hissed, hands flying into his hair and thighs trying to tighten around his head.

He could feel his cum down his own chin as it leaked from you, your hips rolled and he leaned onto you more to pin you.

He was ruthless on your clit, slurring against your pussy as he spoke.

“Gotta have you cummin’ said I gotta meet ya half way right? Fuck- tastes like us. This why Toji eat you after after he’s cum in you huh?”

Gojo > I’m taking her to Kyoto, she mentioned wanting to see the bamboo forest. So if you’re back and she’s not there, don’t worry your fat head ‘bout it . She’s only being whisked away for a romantic trip by her most handsome boyfriend <;3

Received 230am

Toji sneered as he read the message that was sent this morning, before moving into the ridiculous amount of messages you’d sent. He swore to god if you were spamming him with fucking sloth photos again, that only you thought were hilarious, he was going to block you.

Brat > Hey, so I might have accidentally knocked your gun off the side whilst house cleaning and it went off. There’s a hole in your cupboard and it went through one of your shirts. Miss your grumpy ass, can’t wait until your back, miss lil T too.

Received 1030am

Brat > well, it’s not lil is it.

Received 1031am

Brat > think I just made that all worse.

Received 1031am

Brat > okay, I lied. Satoru keeps bribing me with stupid shit else he’s gonna tell you. I didn’t knock the gun off, I was pretending to shoot at an enemy, I rolled across your bed, my feet missed the floor and pressed the trigger when I landed. I’m really sorry :( I didn’t know it was loaded. don’t be mad!

Received. 1305pm

Brat > Do you want a pic of my boobies? They’re a good distraction and you’ll magically forget all about it.

Received 1615pm

Brat > actually can I have a tiddies photo? I miss them.

Received. 1630pm

Brat > Satoru is useless at DIY, I bought a new door for your walk in cupboard, he put the handle on the inside and I can’t open it.

Received 1945pm

Toji sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, elbows resting on his knees, sat on the bed of his rented apartment for the mission.

As annoying as your nervous spamming of texts was it was never enough to actually block you, in fact he kinda enjoyed it. After all he might as well use his phone for something other than calls for jobs, and get his moneys worth for buying a more modern phone after you verbally slaughtered him for having a, in your words, a flip phone with buttons that cavemen used and would only be able to send dick pics on in the form of symbols and numbers.

Despite it all, he enjoyed your bullshit you were more tolerable than Gojo in that way, mainly because he could fuck the brat out of you when you went too far.

Not like he’d ever tell your ass that.

You two were fucking chaos.

T > shame he didn’t lock you in it.

Sent 2100pm

Brat > YOU'RE ALIVE! Thank god, I actually called a funeral director to book an arrangement for you tomorrow.

Received 2115pm

T > you mean you’re still gonna bother me when I’m dead?

Sent 2116pm

Brat > Duh, you have no friends who else is gonna arrange it? Megumi is only 18 and he’s got the emotional range of a goldfish thanks to your mean ass. He’d just set you alight in the nearest bonfire.

Received 2117pm

T > why am I with you.

Sent 2118pm

Brat > idk I ask the same thing, then I see that dreamy look when I’m sucking your dick and I have my answer <;3

Received 2119pm

T > that’s my happy face cause you’re not fucking talking. It’s a state of bliss.

Sent 2120pm

He smirked at his phone, watching the little typing bubble appear as you started your reply.

Yeah, you were his little state of bliss alright.

Gojo > enjoy another night alone, I’ll keep her happy and keep her company… with ma duuu’hickkkk. <;3

Sent 2130pm

Satoru could get fucked though, he wasn’t even sure why he tolerated him. Perhaps due to Toji’s line of work he knew you’d be protected by Satoru, after all the guy was far more powerful that him.

#gojo satoru #jjk fanfic #jjk x you #gojo satoru x reader #jjk gojo #jjk smut #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #gojo smut #toji smut #gojo fluff #satoru fluff #gojo satoru fluff #Toji fluff #jjk fluff #Toji Fushiguro fluff #Toji fushiguro smut

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metalomagnetic · 3 months

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You said earlier that you've written a story for Walburga and Orion that you likely won't publish. Would you be willing to share some of it here? I think they're very interesting characters with so much potential, and you write them heartbreakingly well.

“What’s wrong with this one?” Orion asks, startling her. She didn’t hear him approach.

“How did you find me?” she demands. Orion always manages to track her down when she slips away from family functions.

He smiles, but doesn’t answer. He takes off his robe, then places it around her shoulders, presumably to protect her from the pretty snowflakes falling all around them. Never mind that she has her own robe on, perfectly charmed to keep her warm.

Walburga rolls her eyes. The obnoxious twat.

He sits beside her on the old bench.

“So? What great fault did you find in him?”

“He annoys me,” she spits out.

He laughs. “Everyone annoys you.”

“No one quite like you, though,” she spits but he just smiles wider. He knows it’s not true .

“Aunt Irma is livid,” he says, as if she doesn’t know.

“Then drag me back to the house, so you can be praised for what a good, dutiful boy you are.”

Orion is everyone’s darling. Their family loves him. He can do no wrong, always the perfect Heir.

‘Why can’t you be like Orion?’ comes out of her father’s mouth at least twice a week, when he scolds Alphard or Cygnus for one thing or another.

“I will,” he says, still smiling. She swats him over the head, but he doesn’t mind it. He must be used to it by now. “But I’m giving you time to come up with a good excuse for your atrocious behaviour.”

“How galant.”

She pulls his robe tighter around herself. It swallows her up. Gods, when did he grow so big?

It seems just the other day he was coming up to her knee, holding on to her skirts, begging to be allowed to play with her and Alphard and not be abandoned with the boys his age.

Even when he started Hogwarts, he spent most of his first year trying to sit with her and her friends, or with Lucretia, instead of spending time with his peers.

“You cut your hair,” she says, observing him more closely. He just returned home from Hogwarts mere hours before, to celebrate Yule. “How modern of you.”

“You like it?” he asks.

She does. “No.”

“Last summer you complained I wore it too long,” he reminds her.

Did she? She likes to pick on him all the time, but she seldomly means it, or remembers what she said.

“It was too long; you were almost as pretty as me,” she says. “I’m surprised Mother wasn’t worried you might steal my suitors.” She reaches up, runs her fingers through his hair, messing up the way it was styled. A strand falls over his forehead, curls slightly above his eyebrow. “Now it’s too short. You look like a muggle.”

He doesn’t react to the insult; he never does, these days. When he was younger, he would grow so upset, his temper fiery and short, but for some years now, he’s playing grown up.

Walburga hates it. Her little cousin used to be fun; he was a person, someone real, not just an imitation of all the other men in her family, stern and unfeeling. Dutiful.

“Did he offend you, when you were left alone?” Orion asks. Like a dog with a bone, he won’t be distracted.

None of her never ending suitors offend her- well, they offend her by existing, and breathing, but they're all terribly polite and boring, otherwise.

“What if he did?” she asks. “What if he was terribly inappropriate?”

His grey eyes glint; a muscle in his jaw twitches. “Was he?” His tone doesn’t shift, yet his entire demeanour changes as he looks at her, waiting for an answer.

“Of course he wasn’t, are you daft? As if he doesn’t know Papa would cut his head off. We’re Blacks. Who would dare upset me?”

Well, other Blacks upset her on a daily basis, but certainly no outsiders ever would.

Orion’s shoulders relax. “You’ll have to marry someone eventually,” he says. “Father and Uncle are gracious, giving you so much time and options to choose from, but their patience is running thin.”

They are nothing compared to her mother, that dragged her across Europe for an entire year, as soon as she was out of Hogwarts, forcing her to attend dinner after dinner, meet man after man, until they all became a blur in her head.

“I don’t want to marry,” she says. Not that anyone cares, but she still says it. Often and loudly. “If they will give me away to some idiot, take me away from my house, force me to breed in some horrid Manor far from all I know- then I’m not going to make it easy for them. I’m not going to pick my prison, Orion.”

She expects him to launch into a speech about duty and honour, but he doesn’t. He gives her a pensive look, head tilted to the side, the stars shining brightly behind him. He takes her hand, and gives it a little squeeze.

It almost makes her cry. He and Alphard are the only ones that listen to her, actually hear the words coming out of her mouth.

“I’ll solve it,” he says, after some seconds.

Her sweet cousin. A wave of affection overcomes her, and she squeezes his hand back. So much bigger now, long, strong fingers.

She remembers when he was born, when they let her hold him for the first time; she was in awe of his tiny, miniature fingers, how they would curl around one of her own.

He grew up stubborn; irritatingly protective. Even if he was one of the youngest, he always tried to solve everyone’s problems. From minors things, like settling fights between Walburga and Lucretia, to bigger ones, like mouthing up to Dippet when Walburga or Alphard would get detention.

He’s even worse with his sister, and with little Cygnus; civil, well mannered Orion turns feral quickly at the slightest sign of anyone picking on his siblings.

“You can’t solve this,” she whispers, and she leans in to place a kiss on his cheek.

He smiles at her, then kisses her back, his lips soft on her cheek, warm.

“Come,” he says, standing, still holding her hand. “We should head back.”

“Must we? Mother will yell at me for hours now that the guests have left.”

“I won’t let her,” he says. “You know how she adores me. I’ll find ways to distract her.”

“Five more minutes,” she asks, pulling at his hand, trying to get him to sit again.

Orion seldomly changes his mind once he decided on something, but he always had a weakness for her, so, even though he sighs, he sits.

She snuggles into him, and enjoys the peace in the winter garden, the beautiful snow, and Orion’s warm, reassuring presence.

#Orion Black #walburga black #Orion/Walburga #It runs in the blood #once upon a time when they loved each other #Orion's problem solving skills #he's madly in love with her

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kaeyx · 1 month

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I'm gonna go off the d!Mori concept

Like everyone in bsd is scared of Mori Kyouka literally started shaking when she saw him again and dazai with yosano are absolutely traumatized by him he's perfect addition of course he isn't ALWAYS cruel but his silly behaviour is a mask in pretty sure Dazai got that strategy from him idk it feels like he'd be in higher hierarchy who just happened to take an interest to you of course the first strategy is to woo you with his facade but it best not to let your guard down, he's determined to get what his wants and on top of that pretty possessive and clingy it's okay to be spicy to him jokingly He might even play along but it's important to watch your tongue fiesty is one thing for him but disrespect another. He has power and influence and he's very much aware BUT He can play it nice if you play it fair. He's not expecting you to fall over to your knees (just yet) but do not strive him of affection because he's determined to get what he wants one way or another. Through pathetic silly act or his actual self

Yesss d!Mori can be very scary if he wants to be! He's really powerful and has no issue with showing that, he's not flashy but he'll nick you with his talons if you get too feisty. Mori is an incredibly lonely person, imo mostly because he keeps treating people like pawns instead of forming actual connections with them. Excellent for a boss, terrible for his social life. But he can bypass this by simply deciding your purpose is to be his doll! He can't use you as an asset or a warrior, no, you're far too sweet and weak for that. Any demon would tear you to shreds. D!Mori keeps you around like a pet, a cute little lapdog. He's fond of you, of course, he indulges you and lets you sit in his lap and pull on his horns, nobody else has been allowed this close in centuries and Mori has to admit he likes the contact. But like any dog, you'll get muzzled if you're too feisty. Mori won't tolerate outright disrespect, even if he does soften himself a lot for you and lets you get away with things a normal demon would be killed over.

#demon!mori #mori.bsd

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iwonderwh0 · 4 months

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Watching John Wick for the first time and commenting in real time because I'm watching alone.

Spoiler: I HATED it. Below I just bitch about how much it sucks.

Oh, Green Goblin!

What a cute dog, I hope nothing bad will happen to her (unfortunately I know it will)

Is it even safe for dogs to eat cereal with milk?

(speaking Russian) <- man those people speak with such a horrendous accent I wouldn't even recognise this language if it wasn't for subtitles.

Stop speaking "russian" it's so bad! It's not even just accent, it's grammatically so terrible it doesn't make any sense 😭

It always buggs me when some multi-million budget movie inserts some characters that speak languages other than english and do such a shit job at making it actually be the language they're trying to use. Like come on, is it so hard to find one person who speaks the language you want to use to ensure that it actually sounds accurate? I wonder if it is as bad with movies where side characters speak Chinese/Japanese or is it just European/Slavic languages that get this treatment.

Man, this is painfully bad. I mean, if a character speaking foreign language has this amount of active presence on screen why would you as a producer/director allow it to be this bad, it sounds like simlish. It's goofy.

I can't watch it seriously hearing them speaking.

I too get an urge to kill while cleaning up the floor.

Those subtitles are wrong, it's not what he said. He made some incomprehensible nonsense of noises.

I feel like I'm having a stroke hearing them.

I love multilingual movies, but this is not it. If it's so hard to find someone speaking Russian, make them speak some other language that you can actually show accurately.

Of course they drink vodka what else.

Fuck off, this is lazy.

"Baba Yaga" my ass, do you even know what it means? It's a folklore creature of what essentially is an old woman. Not just a boogie man. It's kind of a weird nickname to have as a man.

Fuck, even when they speak actual words they make inaccurate subtitles. THAT'S NOT WHAT HE SAID. This song isn't even about "Baba Yaga" you fools

This is what happens when people go for vibes of foreign countries instead of actually doing any kind of research.

I can't watch any kind of media in peace, dbh brain rot will find me anywhere.

Maybe it's because I'm now holding a prejudice, but even outside of this absolutely terrible job at making character portray Russian, this looks like a parody of a blockbuster rather than a blockbuster in itself

They're singing a fucking lullaby in a pool party 😭😭😭 just normal russian-villain behaviour

I'm sorry I just didn't expect it to suck this bad

Okay, that action sequence isn't that bad.

Maybe this movie would be better if they would just fight without ever attempting to talk out loud. Just grunting and moaning.

I'm not a medic but I suspect it's just as infuriating for them to watch this movie as it is for someone who understands Russian or at the really least knows what it sounds like.

You're telling me, a sniper with a fixed target missed? I'm starting to suspect that maybe it's not that John Wick is invincible but just the people who are after him are all incompetent morons.

"You were always a pussy" <- that was so unnecessary and goofy.

How the hell is this movie rated as high as it is, it's "The Room" of action movies, I swear. So bad to the point of almost going a full circle and becoming good.

Even as an action movie it's not that good either.

Other than Keanu Reeves there are literally no interesting nor likeable characters on screen. Everyone else are unremarkable and bland. Except for Marcus.

Maybe I'm missing something. Maybe I should be looking at it like a comedy, a parody. Because it really isn't good in itself.

THIS REALLY IS A COMEDY, isn't it?

I mean a dude literally got a headshot with a "wasted" gta sound effect.

Well, it was bad. It's a meme, but it's not really a good movie. Or I just don't think it is.

Surprisingly, "comedy" isn't listed among genres.

A BLADE RUNNER REFERENCE WHAT

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smokedanced · 9 months

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@hvbris said: "just listen to me for once !" Brook Graham @ Will Graham

𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 / ACCEPTING ↷

Instead of snapping back at her, Will turns away & uses running his hands through his hair as a guise to hide that he’s pressing his fingers harshly against his shut eyes for a few seconds. His head hurts. He’s too quick to anger, because his head hurts. (He’s reclusive and grouchy as hell on a good day, who is he trying to fool, here?)

Does he regret housing her? Yes, but that’s too terrible to admit to himself, so no, of course not. But what the hell was he thinking? He can barely take care of himself, let alone- but she’s not a child, not someone he needs to act as a caregiver for. Logically, he knows this, but he feels responsible for his niece, regardless; how could he not? She’s not his daughter (and neither is Abigail Hobbs), but he feels... paternal, and inadequate, all at once.

He remembers to resume normal behaviour as one of the dogs lets a whine.

❝ You don’t think I listen to you? ❞ There’s no frustration in his tone; he swallows it down and makes it a genuine question. He doesn’t quite look her in the eye, but rather a little past her shoulder. Concentrating on his tone of voice is draining his energy reserves, performing eye-contact can wait for another time. That, as well, he files under it’s just harder because of the headaches. He’s functional. He’s all right. Capable of focusing on someone, something, other than himself. She needs him to be functional.

#hvbris #; will graham ❪ muse. ❫#; i know what kind of crazy i am ❯ will graham ❪ verse / main. ❫#; hvbris / brook & will / 001

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viktoriakosci666 · 2 years

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I dont understand HOW sjm has SO many fans! Like, all those celebrities who have done a bad thing (Amber Heard, Chris Brown) or believe in something that is seen as negative and hurts other people (JK Rowling) are terrorised by the media and its people! But sjm? No, she totally didn't do ANYTHING bad or terrible! 😱

It's not like she copied other authors works and implemented them into her own story! It's not like she created the Illyrians, who are POC (apparently) only to HATE on them and make them out to be misogynistic and abusive to females?! Other authors would be getting called racist by now! It's not like she sexualized Nesta being skinny and even body shamed her in the books! It's not like she acts like her MCs are feminists, only to be brought down for a man who then impregnates them and lies to them about their life being in danger! Oh, HOW feminist of you Rhys! How feminist of you Sarah Janet MyAss! She should be getting called a misogynist, but SOMEHOW she isn't? She also makes out that woman can't be powerful unless they know how to fight! Wow. Thanks Sjm, I've always known I was weak during my fight from poverty, but it's ALWAYS good to get an amateurs opinion.

And then there's the whole Mor thing, with terrible LGBT representation. Her own fans were not sure whether Mor was a lesbian or Bisexual because she just didn't explain it well enough when writing that conversation with Feyre, as Mor states that she's attracted to both genders, and YET her reaction to her sleeping with Helion REALLY doesn't show that she's bisexual, as to me personally it seemed like she was scarred from having sex with a man instead of having sex with HELION himself.

And finally. . . 😤 ignoring the trauma of LITERALLY every character except Feyre and Rhys, despite being VERY aware that her series is popular and MANY young adults and teenagers would read these books and think 'Oh, I guess this behaviour is okay', which, it's isn't! Rhys sexually assaulting Feyre, Cassian gaslighting Nesta, Azriel being willing to screw Elain but then ditch her. . . none of that is okay! But young people don't know that and aren't aware of this, so they believe EVERY single toxic and abusive thing that sjm tells them, and THATS exactly why Feysand and Nessian still exists!

Nesta: suicidal, depressed, sexual assault victim, has been body shamed and over sexualized by her mate, has PTSD, may have a food disorder

Lucien: possibly suicidal, sexual assault victim, abused and used by LITERALLY every single person he has ever met

Tamlin: borderline depressed, PTSD, sexual assault victim, may be suicidal

SJM: Oh, that's so sad 😥! But let me just ignore this *wacks away the coloured letters* and I'll forget about it! 😚 Let's focus more on Rhys, Feyre and Gwyn!!

And I'm not invalidating Rhys, Feyre or ESPECIALLY Gwyns trauma. Gwyn SHOULD get a healing arc. But SJM completely forgot about the other threes trauma, especially Lucien and Tamlins, because she knew that if she spoke again about how poor Tamlin and Lucien are, feysand stans would be on her ass being like 'Lucien left feyre to die! Tamlin locked her up!'. But instead of giving the two characters some closure, she just decided to make them the NC's lap dogs (Nesta and the Valkyries too).

And I'm not saying this because I hate Gwyn (Love her, she deserves better than Assriel and having Eris as her grandpapa, Lucien would be a better choice) but SJM DOES kind of make what happened to Gwyn stand out more than the trauma that Nesta and Emerie went through. . . I was rereading Acosf, and I ALWAYS got a bit teary when it came to Gwyn speaking about her trauma, but with Nesta?

The fact that Thomas nearly raped her was basically GLOSSED over and Emerie having an abusive and misogyny family who clipped her was just summed up in one page (if I remember correctly) whilst mentions of what had happened to Gwyn were scattered all over the book, and since this was NESTAS journey, I was surprised at first when I first read the book (acosf), cause I didn't really care about Gwyn then, and I was just hopping from excitement about Nestas trauma being mentioned more often (since I was scared sjm would never mention her trauma again), or even handled better, but it just. . . was a lot of Feysand and Gwyn propaganda, and Nesta slander. Yeah 😭

Sjm EVEN focuses more on LoA and Helion than Lucien, Tamlin and Nesta, who ARE essentially some of the main characters 😭

Anyway, SJM ignoring all this trauma that the characters have or even acting like it isn't important, is going to teach those people that trauma should be ignored and forgotten, that if you're suicidal, NO ONE cares! If you're being body shamed, NO ONE cares! If you're being harassed or sexually assaulted, NO ONE cares! If someone is being racist to you, NO ONE cares!

And I think that THIS is why SJM should just stop WRITING BOOKS! Because people DO care about your trauma, and SJM is going to make you think otherwise. The author may not say it directly, but her work is proven to be misogynistic, racist, sexist, and as they say, 'the words and actions within a book says more about the author than the actual book'.

#anti sjm #acosf #lucien vanserra #gwyn berdara #elain archeron #tamlin #anti sarah janet maas #nesta archeron

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adhddarling · 1 year

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auctober huge post

hello, i have decided to speed run doing the auctober thingy because i am bored and need to do something. so, let's get down to it.

STIMS omg where do i start. i fucking love stimming. my main stims i do with my hands. flapping, moving my hands in fists, doing crab claws, tippy tappy fingers, touching nice textures, doing a surfer dude hand thing and shaking my hand, etc. most of my stimming is done using my body, but i also love visual stims! i'm very picky about what visual stims i like, though.

INFO DUMPING im a pain in the arse for this. thank god for my partner who puts up with my constant info dumping. my current interests are the gnostic gospels, and ancient christian religion as a whole. my long term SpIns have been greek mythology, the victorian era and anatomy.

COLLECTIONS i collect books, stationery, and crystals! i love all of them so much. i kinda have an issue with stationery, particularly pens, because my dyspraxia makes my handwriting terrible so i much prefer to type- however, i keep buying pens i don't need!

ANIMAL FRIENDS i love dogs, when i'm not overstimulated. i prefer stuffed animals to real ones, though. cats make me happy, because of their general chill-ness, and they're much more palatable when i'm having a hard time as they require less attention and are less stimulating.

MUSIC my biggest obsession is music. i love most genres, i love all different types of music. i usually hyperfixate on a song that i then listen to for days, and then move onto a new one when the previous one stops being stimulating. the only time i don't want to listen to music is literally only when i'm having a meltdown.

STIM TOYS stim toys are awesome! i love fidget cubes and tangles, but like chewellery the most.

HYPERFOCUS god, the stuff i've got done when i'm hyperfocused. i did all of my studying for my a level exams (british exams for the last year of school before university aged 18 ish) in about a week, and i hyperfocused SO FUCKING HARD. i forgot to eat, forgot to drink, didn't sleep much, just worked. i do not endorse this behaviour, i was horribly burnt out after. however, hyperfocus can be a superpower! i've had some of my best creative ideas when i'm hyperfocusing.

DIVERSE i think it's really important that the autistic community, and more widely the neurodiverse community, is more inclusive of poc who are autistic. there's a serious problem with the whitewashing of autism, partially down to media representation and also due to misdiagnosis of autistic people of colour with other disorders.

COMFORT FOOD bread <33 chicken nuggets <33 chips <33 pasta <33 rice <33 anything plain and not overwhelming.

SELF-CARE god, self-care is difficult. i procrastinate doing self care all the time, even with basic hygiene. something that helps me is having a sticker chart for when i complete basic self-care tasks like brushing my teeth, showering, etc.

NEURODIVERGENT COMMUNITY there's a lot of problems with the nd community, but also a lot of positive aspects. i find misinformation is a big problem, especially on tiktok- like, sitting with your hand under your chin does not make you autistic (genuinely seen someone say this). however, the spreading of awareness that autism doesn't just present as a white cis straight boy with a genius level IQ and who acts 'robotic', and instead that autism presents itself in lots of different ways, especially in women and AFAB people.

SENSORY EUPHORIA woodpecker. sounds. i can't express to you, how happy this sound makes me.

ALTERNATIVE COMMUNICATION i use sign language when i lose speech, and also write things down. i'm privileged to not lose speech regularly, only when i'm very overwhelmed, and so i only really use these methods of alternative communication when i need to.

VERBAL STIMS i like to copy tiktok sounds, tbh, and famous vines. it's fun. i also say 'beep', buzz like a bee, and make other sounds that would not be considered neurotypical when i'm happy.

AU-DHD i have both autism and adhd, and having both makes it so that for some of my behaviours it is difficult to identify where they come from. what's helped me is learning to accept that it doesn't matter exactly what disorder causes which symptom, but instead learning how to cope with the symptom itself, if that makes sense? having autism and adhd can feel very polarising at times, with two disorders that can feel like they conflict so often, but with proper management life can get easier.

UNMASKING i'm working on this one. as a moderate support needs autistic, to some extent, i can't mask. i can't appear neurotypical all the time. even when i'm masking as hard as i can, people can still notice that there's something different. this has caused me a lot of self hatred and internalised ableism, which is something i'm working with a therapist to undo.

SENSORY PROFILE i flip-flop between being sensory seeking and sensory avoidant. depends on whether i'm under or overstimulated, tbh.

LGBTQ+ i identify as queer, and pansexual as a collective. due to being a system, my gender is all over the place, but i like xenogenders and neopronouns a lot.

ECHOLALIA i used to get in so much trouble for doing this. learning that suppressing my stims like echolalia could lead to an increased risk of burnout has led to a wakeup call for me, and has really helped me to learn to accept who i am and the way i stim.

SPECIAL INTERESTS greek mythology, ancient religion, the victorian era.

COMFORT MEDIA good omens, doctor who, marauders era harry potter (fuck jk tho)

SELF-ADVOCACY unfortunately, being autistic and afab has meant that i've had to really learn to advocate for myself while with medical professionals. it's a difficult journey, and i wish so much love and support to anyone going through the medical system.

DISABLED i identify as disabled, and also Mad. disabled isn't a bad word. there is nothing wrong with disabled people. we exist, we take up space, and we have inherent worth.

OKAY I'M DONE FOR NOW. HAVE A GOOD DAY Y'ALL.

#ADHD #autism #neurodiversity #audhd #nd #auctober #auctober 2022

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julia-bunncat · 2 years

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(kinda) Amashinsai yokai-AU | part 1

I finally found the strength and time to share it! >^< In fact, this Universe has been very important to me for a long time. I love it so much, and I��ve come up with so many headcanons that if I had more resources and skills, I could make a whole visual novel… However, let's not be hasty and limit ourselves to a text description!

As usual, preliminary warnings and remarks:

I am NOT an expert on Japanese supernatural folklore! All the information for this AU was taken from public sources and modified for my personal convenience (and also because I take human-characters as a basis).

I think it’s obvious that since it’s AU and many of the characters in it have been yokai since they were born, their behaviour will also be different from the canon. Consider it a "partial OOC".

And yes, although Amashinsai is still the main pairing here (I would even jokingly call this story "My boyfriends are Yokai"), I found a place for other characters as well. Indeed, the second part will be devoted to them.

Oh, and I hope you understand that there’s a lot of xenophilia/xenophobia?

It all started with animal associations. Cats, dogs, rabbits, other domestic and more common animals and birds – it's, of course, always great… But as you can see from the attached collage – I relate Rantaro, Korekiyo and Shuichi to the more wild ones. And it’s not difficult to assume that these animals will become the prototypes of their yokai-versions.

Korekiyo. Animal: snake. Yokai: faked Ao andon, but actually Hebi (or Naga, if you wish)

*I didn't find the author of that picrew :( + keep in mind that the design is VERY exemplary.

I would like to point out that the whole story will be based on how Shuichi interacts with different yokais. Accordingly, in the beginning, he’s a regular student who wants to be a detective = to be more useful to his uncle (i.e. he's about 18-19 years old). The only thing that distinguishes him from other people (classically) is his "ability" to see different paranormal beings. In my mind this "ability" was passed on to him from an ancestor who either was yokai or could be connected with these creatures by some ties. It isn't that uncontrollable (and generally acts as an intuition), but at the time it really hurt Saihara's nerves, because of which he tries not to contact the outside world so often, and ESPECIALLY not to visit the places where these creatures can live.

However, Shuichi has friends who are former classmates – Kaede and Kaito (and they are also "ordinary mortals" xD). Only because of their active persuasion (and following the example of Kaito, who is also terribly afraid but is still going to go), on a hot summer's day Saihara decides to go to a peculiar party, the culmination of which will be the summoning of spirits. As in the legend of Ao Andon, they will gather together in a small group, surrounded by lanterns, and start telling ghost stories one by one...

illustration if you don't want to follow the wiki link ⤴

And though Saihara knew from the first second that it was a VERY BAD idea – even he couldn't have expected that instead of the phantom figure of Ao Andon, a young serpent would appear. And either Shuichi was too close to the place where he manifested, or Hebi felt that this human was the only one who tried to escape not because of the general horror effect… In any case, the poor boy had to be alone with the yokai :'D

That’s how they met, ahah! And from this point on, I think I’ll start talking about yokai!Korekiyo’s personality... And about his looks and the nature of Hebi in general ~

Hebi, in their most ancient, giant snakes form – quite perceptive, wise creatures. Because of this, they are not deprived of pride and prefer not to contact with humans at all. That is why not much is known about them ["It seems to be one of the rarest, most mysterious types of non-ghost Yōkai existing in the World"].

So the next piece of information is my own conjecture:

Younger snakes (such as Korekiyo, he lives only about 80 years old) achieve "enlightenment" in two ways: some accumulate energy by eating people/other yokai; others accumalate knowledge… But Kiyo has "distinguished himself", to some extent! 😅 Yes, he went on the path of accumulating knowledge… but decided to search for it in the human-world. In this universe, he continues to be in love with humanity!! And basically, that’s why he "replaces" Ao Andon. Any story from the mouth of man – is a real value! ~

Hebi!Korekiyo has three shapes: human-like; basic half-human half-snake; and ordinary snake, as in nature (finger-sized and longer). In basic form he keep snake pupils and forked tongue. The length from top to tail is about 6.5 meters. The color is dark green, with a red rhombus pattern, which visually resembles intertwined ropes.

Another interesting topic is the connection between common snakes and Hebi.

Hebi is thought of as the Creator of the snakes. They love them as "smaller brethren" or babies. And the little snakes, in turn, love them like Gods. That’s why Hebi can summon as many snakes as they want at any time. And cold blood (high need for warm), with the need to shed their skins and to go into hibernation, snakes inherited from Hebi, not vice versa!

Also, Korekiyo is capable of: hypnosis, healing (emotional), treatment of small wounds. The rest of his relatives may be poisonous.

In the end, Kiyo will be attached with Shuichi for a ve-e-ery long time~ Because he will think, that a man who can see the yokai will cooperate with him fruitfully :'^ Saihara can only protect himself with this "cooperation". «I’ll give you stories, and you try not to eat me»😂

The meeting with the next yokai will only take place in winter.

Rantaro. Animal: pine marten. Yokai: Itachi.

I'll start by saying, that weasel is usually develop into "Itachi". The choice of marten is nothing more than my personal whim. Also Itachi describe as "tricksters and pranksters" – some of them do not abhor theft… They have the ability to hypnotize people and, as representatives of werewolves, transform into many other yōkai.

An old phrase about animal yōkai goes, “Kitsune nanabake, tanuki hachibake, ten kubake” — foxes seven forms, tanuki eight forms, martens nine forms.

These yokai are most dangerous in the group, because they climb up onto each other’s shoulders, and create huge columns of fire (Just imagine Rantaro doing this with his fluffy sisters – and you’ll understand why I preserve this fact 🤣)

However, the most important thing is that martens are territorial animals.

In this story, Rantaro is a very dangerous, embittered creature who controls a whole forest. The reason for this anger is quite trivial – his parents were killed by people for their fur, and he was left alone to protect his sisters. This defense of the territory and of all its inhabitants is carried out as follows:

Rantaro has several shapes, but the main ones are: human; marten (it’s been given to him since he was born, which means it makes him feel more comfortable); furry; a human with animal ears, sharp claws and a tail. According to my headcanons, the name and human appearance yokai!Rantaro "borrowed" when he met one of his beta-versions. He only changed it a little to avoid raising suspicion, but in fact, this "beta" was the first trustworthy person in his live.

Namely, I mean this beta-design ⤴

So the scheme is quite simple… If you are a lost traveler, but generally a human without evil thoughts – the green-eyed marten will quietly show you the way. If you are a hunter or just a "sketchy" human – soon you will meet a young man on the road in a slightly skinned yukata. He'll assure you that he knows this forest like the back of his hand… But it's over. From now on, you’re guaranteed to be dead. The methods of struggle are almost non-existent. Unless you could just stay out of this territory.

Let’s talk a little bit about coloring. The main color of fur is brown, but the forehead, ears, part of the chest and belly – a yellow-green tinge. The tail is also heterogeneous: it combines brown and yellow-green spots.

But how did he meet Shuichi?

As I said earlier, it was winter. Saihara was already partially friends with his Hebi-roommate. At this time of year, Korekiyo was very weak, so as soon as he had some free time – Shuichi went to collect some stories for him. It was a common practice. But he still had to wade through dangerous places… (and that’s why hebi wouldn’t leave him even on hard days – he turned around the hot-water bottle in the Shuichi's backpack :'D)

That how this duo wandered into the Rantaro's forest. Of course, Shuichi passed his test without any problems… But it will only seem so at the beginning of the way 😅 Itachi will sense that Shuichi "sees a lot more". Moreover, through ignorance, Saihara brought an outsider (I mean hebi!Korekiyo).

Their relationship will be strained for a long time… But even such angry animals can be re-educated! 😉

Despite outward hostility and serious responsibility for sisters, Rantaro has a deep desire to leave his home. The soul of his inner Adventurer wants to see the world! He just needs to be gently pushed to realize it. For a human, like Shuichi, it’s not that hard. In gratitude, itachi will offer his services as a bodyguard and, in fact, will become a second "exotic pet" for Shuichi~ (and there's no controdiction since Rantaro is still free to leave human's house)

Last one: Shuichi. Animal: Fruit Bat or Megabat. Yokai: Nobusuma.

Here he looks like a metal vocalist so REALLY don't take this design seriously abhhaghsgah

For some it's a spoiler, and for some it's a logical consequence, because if the yokai are (almost! I think, Rantaro’s parents just didn't have time to fully reincarnate themselves into itachi) immortal, then people sooner or later die. However, if Saihara’s ancestor was somehow bound to the yokai, it's possible that on a genetic level he too was destined to become a supernatural being. It could be an ordinary yūrei, but I decided that everything has to be fair :D

Nobusuma is usually depicted as a flying squirrel.

Although in this illustration it looks more like a bat.

But the choice of the bat for Shuichi is due to several reasons:

Aesthetics and nightlife. They reflect Saihara’s shyness and his title of "emo-boy".

At the same time, the Fruit Bats are quite sociable and affectionate to people, which, if you think about it, also applies to Shuichi, who can find common language with a variety of people.

According to some ideas, the bat symbolizes vigilance and insight; has the ability to feel the latent forces of nature. It goes well with detective work.

The only thing, yokai!Saihara is trying not to drink human blood. But in general, his need for food is similar to Nobusuma’s.

Phew, actually, I spent a lo-o-ot of time on this job! ^^" Maybe some parts of this AU may seem "shaky" to you (especially in the case of Rantaro). But I hope you're at least interested of it! I’ll work on the second part – and yeah, I’m always ready to answer your questions 🥰

#danganronpa #danganronpa killing harmony #drv3 #korekiyo shinguji #shuichi saihara #rantaro amami #amashinsai #shinsai #amasai #alternate universe #yokai #headcanon #i need some feedback #to be continued #amashinsai yokai au

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djcarnationsblog · 2 years

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Sickfic : Harley's got a fever (and is most likely to passout) and Todd's bugging him cause he's more concerned about the other than they are themselves

HAHAHA-

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"So the traitor falls victim to illness, I see."

Harley let out a sickly growl of frustration, fiddling with the mask over his face, fanning his shirt heavily from just how hot he felt. It was terrible, truly, to end up sick on a Monday morning, yet being the diligent student he was, Harley still attended school.

Which was a mistake. Cause Todd was here.

Damn.

"Yeah, a-as you can see, not doin' too hot." Harley huffed, a cough racking his chest as he brought his food out into the gym, hoping to eat their and possibly not let anyone else catch his virus. Not much can be said about Todd though, who willingly invaded his space to...mock him? Maybe, he wasn't sure.

Todd sat down on the bench above from Harley, seeming aware of himself around a sick person, at least. So, he tried to eat his food, and it went fine as it was, but Harley did in fact struggle, especially with the horrid taste it left in his ill mouth.

Todd staring holes into his head didn't make it better.

"What is it now, Todd?" Harley grumbled, simply taking to stabbing at his food instead. There was a bit of rustling for a few moments, before Todd spoke up.

"Catch." Harley's hand shot up almost instinctively, catching whatever it was Todd threw at him. It rattled in his hand, something cylindrical and firm. When he brought it into his line of sight, he practically snorted.

"Do you just keep medication on you or something?" He choked out, opening the pill bottle and dumping two into his hand, a regular dose for him. "It be best that you already know of my own pitiful immune system, so of course." was the response he got.

And he did, he did know that Todd had a weak immune system, it was terrible. So terrible in fact, that he's caught almost every kind of illness you can have without dying at least once.

"Uhuh. Thanks, I guess." Harley hummed, sipping his bottle of water absentmindedly.

And so they let the time pass by, not much chatter on his side, yet Todd filled in a conversation for two with all the yapping he did, like an enthusiastic little dog, even. So Harley just resigned himself to listen, and not ask why he stayed when he'd most definitely get sick from Harley.

This wasn't...the worst of Todd's behaviour, at least.

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And of course by the next day, Todd was sick at home.

#DJC Drabbles #ibvs #harley ibvs #todd ibvs

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I agree with you, but I also really hate that Adrien is also very much creepy with his obsession over Ladybug at times and it never gets addressed (or made fun of) by the show and the writers despite it being much more common than Marinette's flanderized moments. The writers have acknowledged on multiple occasions that she can get "too crazy" over him and its fairly obvious they often use that as a reliable tool to humiliate her for comedy, punish her by creating grandiose repercussions, (legit can't believe what He said on Twitter during the NY special), and just making sure in the end she doesn't move on and let go even if she wants to because "status quo". But with Adrien they have never actually acknowledged his weird gross behavior with Ladybug/Mari, they take it far more seriously. The double standard is very obvious and it's a pattern in misogynistic writing.

see i never said adrien wasn't terribly written in this aspect either and I've talked abt adrien a ton at this point. i hate how it has to be this stupid contest. "yeah marinette's bad but look at adrien." "well adrien's only bad bc marinette steals his screentime and is mean to him."

see I don't like adrien his fans have really put me off i think a lot of his behaviour is toxic and manipulative whether he or the writers intend it to be or not. but I'm tired of talking about why i don't like adrien and seeing people make guilt trippy posts about how I'm a bad person bc i don't like adrien and seeing adrien stans whine about how marinette and luka get more love. it's so stupid and embarrassing to look at

and it's always been this way w lila. if you like lila you must hate marinette. you must have never been bullied before and think bullying is okay. why do my opinions on one character have to mean ANYTHING about another character. if i criticise marinette why does that mean I'm giving adrien a free pass on everything and need to be educated on how bad he is ackshully. im sure you didn't intend to be condescending or anything im just so tired.

i want to stop talking about specific characters and instead talk about how the entire show treats love and romance. adrien and marinette act the way they do and get treated the way they do because this show is heteronormative and misogynistic. marinette is the 'abhorrent admirer' trope while adrien is the 'dogged nice guy'. the show wants us to laugh at marinette when she humiliates herself but then pity adrien for his struggles. it's not really a matter of which character is better written or more interesting or more likable but how the narrative treats them.

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thekingofthieves · 2 years

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{ Ask Masterpost }

🌹 Do you like looking at artwork?

🦊 Did you convince spirit world to convert Hiei's sentence? I've always wondered why they kept him alive.

🌹 How much do you like cats? After all, they do say foxes are cat software running on dog hardware :3

🦊 When did you realize you wanted more than friendship with Hiei?

🌹 What is your opinion on your step brother do you share similar interests?

🦊 I'm curious how a whip became your main weapon of choice. What made you go for that as opposed to something more "traditional" like a blade?

🌹 Since you are a fox can you still understand foxes even in your human form? If you can understand them what kinds of things are foxes communicating about. Also can you talk to foxes with regular human speech or do you need to use "fox language" (idk what language foxes speak lol)

🦊 Since you can change into a fox can you loaf 🤯

🌹 How was you kindergarten experience when you was just started getting used to your human form🤔

🦊 Have you watched the snapcube sonic fan dubs ☆ In your fox form do you ever get the zoomies ☆ What was the funniest thing you ever experienced (so funny that you actually started belly laughing)

🌹 What is your favorite show/movie/anime(or cartoon)? What is your favorite book series?

🦊 Do you know any fire demons (other than hiei)? ☆ Have you and/or hiei researched them? Do they have their own language/lexicon like the koorime do? Are they as extremely isolated as the koorime? ☆ Do you think the Jaou Ensatsu Kokuryuuha is a specific attack for the fire demons? Or can anybody use it? ☆ Also do demons worship goods/deities like humans do or are there specific rituals for their worship? Like how humans have shrines for inari.

🌹 Do different types of demons have different types of reproductive anatomy and/or reproductive abilities?? Like how the koorime are able to reproduce asexually.

🦊 I know this may sound odd but I kinda wanna draw you as Rouge the bat you would look good with a lovecore aesthetic.

🌹 Building on your response to the ask abt demon gods: are any of the gods of human religions (Yahweh, Shiva, Ahura Mazda, etc.) actually just powerful demons who humans became somehow aware of and mistook for gods? Or even were actual ascended gods? I'd be interested to know how many of those were "real" in some capacity vs. just being human inventions.

🦊 Is there anything in particular you like to get up to when you're in your fox form? Also, does being in fox form change how you think or process thoughts, or do you pretty much have the same "brain" and thought process you do when in human/demon form?

🌹 You should rotate your tails really fast and join the cast of sonic the hedgehog

🦊 I know you're all about plants, but do you have a favorite animal here in the human realm?

{ Prompt Asks }

7A. Would you cannibalise a dead body in a life-or-death scenario? Does your answer change depending on whether they're a loved one or not? (I guess eating humans wouldn’t really count as cannibalism.) Instead for my other question: Can certain demons survive without the consumption of humans? I know raizen died because he didn’t consume humans after a long period of time.

22A. Do you want children with your partner? Why or why not?

92A. Do you speak multiple languages? Which do you dream in? What language would you want to learn? Also does the makai have its own language or is it an amalgamation of many different human world languages?

96A. Is your perception of yourself similar or the same to how others perceive you?

98A. Do you ever feel that you are really a terrible person, and only act good out of societal or some other obligation?

1B. What do you crave in a psychological sense? Intimacy, passion, purpose, belonging, social interaction, etc.?

4B. Who's the most important person in your life right now? Why? (If you had to choose one person)

5B. Do you see your parents in your appearance or behaviour? Are they favourable traits?

10B. What are your feelings on cheating in relationships? Have you ever done it, has anyone ever cheated on you?

12B. What's your most controversial opinion? Would you state it publicly? What's the most controversial opinion that you would publicly support, if it's different?

30B. If you don't have tattoos, and had to get one, what would you get tattooed on you? Is getting tattooed a big deal to you? If you are tattooed, do you regret any?

#figured this could help people traverse the blog so you wont have to scroll across all the response text to reach older posts!#the text formatting is solely to make it easier to read/differentiate between questions. at least it helps for me!

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butwyatt · 1 year

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Why you Shouldn't let Villains Approach your Child

tw mention of child abuse and trauma (?)

I've changed my mind. Descendants isn't so bad okay. But I still do belive all those children - Mal and her gang - deserved better. Much better.

They all have so much trauma. Even Jay, who seems to have a more or less healthy relationship with his father at first actually is terribly affected by the latter's behaviour.

Mal is confused. She doesn't know what's wrong from what's right because of her mother. She doesn't even know what she wants. Poor kid.

Evie thinks appearences are everything and dreams of a Prince. She believes in stereotypes and acts dumb in order to be liked.

Even dear Carlos suffered. His fear of dogs really makes us feel for him. His mother also clearly says she abuses him which is always nice.

Point is villains hurt their children because the only thing they care about is what they want. In result you end up with traumatised kids.

I think those villains should be chillin instead of being bad parents

I think she's considering it ^^

#descendants #descendants 2 #descendants 3 #desecendants vks #the vks #descendants mal

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destinylightsup-2006 · 1 year

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Gee, can't believe it's almost December in the next 7 days, and it's been almost quite a while how long I haven't done a lot of drawing ever since. And anyways, I recovered my coolness after having to take care of my dog from all week.

Also this is a scene where I'm here spending time together with the two elemental cousins.

Seyvert: "Say, it's splendid how it's lovely to go out in the park with an enchanted little cousin like you little darling."

Simphoni: "Heeheehee! 😁 Me too! Oh look, it's Destiny! Our heroic neighbour from our foreign world!"

Me: (*Sitting on the bench as I stand up looking at the clouds peacefully.*)

Simphoni: "Destiny!!" (*Comes to run and hug Destiny.*)

Me: "O-Oh man, hello there little buddy!"

Seyvert: "Why if it isn't the hero of the stars himself, it's been quite a while since we three of us together last manage to succeed your nemesis into the unknown."

Me: "Seyvert! You totally bet! It was wicked, and it's so far so good how Dreadlock never seem to track my footsteps ever since I've been taking some care looking after my dog."

Simphoni: (*GASPS..!*) "You have a dog?!"

Seyvert: "Oh wow. What kind of dog do you got young man?"

Me: "Oh. Mines a Frenchie, but at this time, he'll grow older once he will be like most dog species who are intelligent enough."

Seyvert: "Ah, nothing personal darling, but we use to have a kitten of our own before."

Simphoni: "But... Sadly.. She's gone.."

Seyvert: "It happened a while after the calamity ever since Dreadlock had execute the pursuit of not such a peaceful beginning."

Me: "Ohh.... I'm terribly sorry for what happened to your lost pet for what Dreadlock's doing.."

Simphoni: "Aww that's okay bestie, I'm sure it's always best that we'll find a new kitten to take care of someday." ^^

Me: "Yeah.. Although.. Rarely, I usually get into too much issue with my dog, because of his mentality behaviour that barked me each time and tried to bite me all of a sudden. Though sadly.. To tell you this.. sometimes it didn't go well to discipline him enough, so my family in my house put him in the cage as a timeout. And sadly... I always get targeted by him, and I somewhat did made a mistake by being rough enough by smacking on the head, incidentally..."

Seyvert: "Oh... Oh my."

Me: "But.... I did apologize after my mistake.. Just to discipline a dog of ours.. Because if I weren't serious enough by letting my dog make a mess and causing a little damage and aware of taking other non-edible objects, instead of disciplining him, then I don't have any other choices anymore, all I wanted myself was to be the good person of who I can learn to understand."

Simphoni: "Oh Destiny, it's alright, I always will accept your apology when you have come to confess with us together."

Seyvert: "That's right, and after all, we people are the same."

Seyvert: "Mhm." 😌

Me: "Eh-hehe.. Thanks girls. I'll do the best to try and develop."

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vvanessaives · 2 years

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for the ship asks!! 1, 10, 20, 34, 39, and ahem 45 + vesper/fenix <3

aaaa thank you elliot, my two clowns...i'll shake them violently here

1.How do they fall asleep? Wake up? Any daily rituals?

answered here!

10. Who drives? Cooks? Does the handiwork? Cleans? Pays the bills? Handles the public?

ohh love this one!! fenix is the designated driver, vesper can perfectly drive but she just finds it hot when it’s him driving and taking her around <3 vesper sometimes takes him on a ride with her motorcycle, he loses a few years of his life because she’s...a bit reckless.

cooking is on vesper!! mostly because out of them and daniel she’s the only one that can cook decently and doesn’t set on fire the kitchen. fenix helps sometimes but the max he does is cutting stuff like fruit, vegetable and so on.

handiwork is on fenix, he’s surprisingly good at it but i mean, he spent most of his life in the middle of nowhere fixing broken stuff. he started to get how things works. cleaning is a thing they both do, especially because neither is super organized...sometimes they trick daniel into doing all the cleaning for them kflkskj

paying the bills is absolutely on vesper because she’s the only one that remembers to actually pay them AND handling public is on her again just because fenix is terrible with people and most of the time he ends up in fights so vesper has to be the one to mediate with the public.

20. What does their home look like? Their room?

answered here!

34. Do they have any pets?

nibbles!! vesper’s cute little alien son. nibbles doesn’t really like fenix, he is still trying to accept him, they have a feud going on. fenix would love to have a dog around too, night city doesn’t allow pets except for very limited choices, he still dreams of having one :((

39. Who initiated the relationship? Who kissed who first? When did they realize they were in love?

oh here we go JAKFJNKJ i think that no one exactly initiated the relationship, it sort of happened one day and they just swinged with it. something along the lines of vesper going “hey this was very couple-like to do” and fenix going “we are a couple”. that’s it. more or less the same thing happened with realizing they fell in love: it was gradual, at some point they just knew what they had going on was far more deeper than what they were showing, they didn’t dare speak about it, it was too much to admit or even talk about. the fact that the more they both fell in love the more fenix started acting distant didn’t help and well, it isn’t really nice to fall in love with someone and see them disappear from your life gradually because of that. they fell in love and broke up, legends only behaviour. BUT the first one to kiss the other was vesper and fenix doesn’t let her live this down. he tried to flirt with her for WEEKS and she kept refusing him over and over until she had him cornered against a wall and kissed him all of sudden. his surprise was immeasurable but not as much as his amusement every time he reminds vesper that she was the first one to surrender

45. Any special dreams or goals they have as a couple? Any heartbreaks? Regrets?

i’ll be cringe sweet on this one. i think their only wish/goal at this point is just being together. no really, first the break up, then the whole johnny thing and vesper slowly dying. they both just want to be happy, to be with each other. they went through enough drama already, the best they can hope for at this point is finally being able to stay together, to love each other.

on heartbreaks and regrets...eh...hehe...OH GOD THEY SURE HAVE. fenix regrets all the time they spent apart because of him, because of his stupid acting, because instead of telling vesper he loved her, he just...kept disappearing. especially during the johnny stuff the regret fenix feels is EXTREME, vesper is going to die and he fucked up all the time they could’ve had. it’s an incredible big regret, he still thinks about all the lost time. thank god vesper takes him back because he probably would’ve died thinking about this, the greatest regret of his life: losing vesper. vesper regrets not fighting a bit harder for what they had, she sometimes thinks she let him go too easily, that she should’ve spoken up about her feelings but she was too scared, too heartbroken to do that. to her, fenix just..didn’t love her? if he truly loved her then he wouldn’t leave her like that. sorry vesper he is a bit dumb forgive him

and well all of that links to heartbreak: what fenix did is one of the biggest heartbreaks vesper has ever been through. in fact, when she decides to give him a second chance the ghost of heartbreak 2.0 still lingers around her. she’s scared that he will fall back into his old habits but ultimately bites and gives him a second shot. life is too short to dwell on heartbreak, she learned that. i think the biggest heartbreak for fenix is not only the pain he let vesper go through but the moment he saw her with rogue. the anger and sorrow he felt as he saw vesper with someone else...GOD. THAT’S WHEN HE REALIZED he was scared he lost her forever, 300 regrets floading him. he never thought that looking at her with someone else could break his heart THAT much </3 (that’s also why he hates and antagonizes rogue sososo much kjnkfkl)

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#ask games #ask #steelport #oc: fenix #oc: vesper #sobbing and crying and screaming but also loving them so much...THAT LAST QUESTION TOOK ME TF OUT GOD #thank youuu elliot i'm sending you a kiss MWAH loved these prompts <33

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purpleprey · 2 months

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Chapter 7: Ego Season

Our battle proved to be long and glorious. I did not win. In fact, it was a very one-sided battle but god, he was glorious at the very least. By the end of it, I was crumpled up into a ball in the corner of his office, where the cabinet once stood. Its shards were still littered around me as I gazed at the nail I was hung from. But hark, the now confident headmaster was now lured into a false sense of security like I had planned! I snatched up a sharp glass shard and rushed the headmaster, drawing the glass across his exposed throat!! The glass made a terrible nails-on-a-chalkboard sound against his invulnerable neck and I took my chance to make a run for it, leaving the fatally un-wounded headmaster at his desk. Once again, I ran through a door and found myself in complete and utter darkness. But I was not the same Obsidian Leviathan I was the last time I was in The Headmasters void! I knew my way around this time and I made it out of the void in a matter of milliseconds. I burst from the dirt of the garden, a new molerat, and scrambled around, shaking the dirt from my neatly ironed shirt like a mad dog. I searched frantically around the garden for Elly and Venus. Instead I found Cosmic. I reluctantly dragged myself over to him only to find that he was shackled to a ball and chain like a REAL criminal!!!!! He was no longer allowed freedom on good behaviour since he’d participated in a prison break and I wept for his fate. But I didn’t feel anything. I sighed and reluctantly grabbed his head and proceeded to drag him behind me in my continued search for my friend … and Venus too, I guess.

“Obsidian! Boy, am I glad to see you :D !” Cosmic Tomorrow cried before a guard ran up and tazed him. He screamed in unbelievable agony. I found this ironic, since I had undergone unbelievable agony myself in the very recent past and a taser shock did not compare. But this was definitely hindering my plans so I sprung into the air like an antelope and axe kicked the guard. He too screamed in unbelievable agony. I attempted to lift up Cosmic to speed up our journey, but was unable. I had really thought my flying axe-kick would have knocked the guard unconscious like it did in movies, but this is REAL LIFE so the guard teleported to me and cast a dark spell. I was very offended by this and whilst he was preoccupied with his chanting, I clocked him and ran, abandoning Cosmic.

Cosmic watched me disappear down the hall with wide-eyes before tearing the chain confining him apart and walking in the direction I sprinted off at a casual pace. He caught up to me immediately. He looked as wide-eyed as ever but I realised he was upset at me for leaving him behind when he clocked me. Me and the guard now both lay clocked, 8 metres apart in the hallway. I stared at the steel roof, clocked, as I heard a clock in the distance chime 8am. My wake up call. I jumped off the floor in perfect unison with the guard. I guess it was his wake up call too. We locked eyes. We were now to be engaged in a good old fashion standoff. The first to be clocked shall remain that way forever, no doubt, so I readied my fist but like the bad sport he is, he readied his taser. I opened my maw, ready to scream in unbelievable agony but before he could administer the taser shock, someone clocked the guard from behind!

IT WAS VENUS CRYPT’s immediately recognisable arm who had clocked the guard from between the bars of his cell that the guard had FOOLISHLY stood by. I had never been happier to see the sorry excuse for a merman, but I didn’t let him know that. I frolicked to his cell in glee and gripped the bars. I knew I couldn't bust him out so I beckoned Cosmic over who was just standing in the middle of the hall. Cosmic walked over with purpose and ripped the cell door off of its hinges, allowing Venus his freedom. Cosmic stood there and flexed his biceps, I ignored it and examined Venus platonically and I noted he was no longer naked, but now confined to a prison uniform that tragically looked like expensive designer clothing on his perfect build. This same uniform looked like ass on me but weirdly, it suited Cosmic (not that I was paying attention).

“Man,” Venus started, walking over to me and crouching down to my level, “Hey, don't you think Cosmic’s acting a little.. strange?” he spoke in a hushed voice and nodded over to where Cosmic was posing like a Roman god. It was a baffling sight. Normally, only Venus posed like that.

“I think you’re right,” I was puzzled and concerned since usually Cosmic Tomorrow was timid and nervous but now he seemed to be acting like he was hot shit. That just WASN’T right. I walked over to where Cosmic was posing, intending on putting him in his place but when I went to shove him, he flexed and I bounced off harmlessly.

“What do you want, poser?” Cosmic guffawed uncharacteristically. POSER?? He was the one posing!!!!! I suddenly felt tears welling in my eyes and I climbed to my feet, wringing my hands nervously. Venus tentatively gave me a supportive pat on the shoulder which filled me with the burning fire of 100, 000 suns and I was once again primed and ready to stand my ground against whatever was possessing this new bastardised Cosmic Tomorrow. I puffed up my chest to make myself appear larger and more threatening but to no avail. Cosmic chortled in a voice I didn’t know and took off striding down the hallway with the speed of an Olympic sprinter. Venus and I exchanged a glance before taking off after him, though we were nowhere near as speedy. Well, it was me who was nowhere near as speedy so Venus, naturally being pacey as, had already gone far ahead of me and disappeared from sight. By the time they stopped and I caught up to them, my vision was blurry and I was on the verge of passing out. I threw up nothing but stomach acid then looked up to see what the two were up to whilst they were unattended.

They have found out where Elly was being stashed and were attempting to bust her out of the cell. That being, Venus was attempting to break her out whilst Cosmic was busy showing Elly his newfound confidence.

“Helloooooooooooo gorgeous,” Cosmic winked, rolling up his sleeve to show a very uncomfortable Elysium his huge, quivering bicep. I had never thought of Cosmic as ripped but I should have realised, he’s a farm boy after all.

Venus finally got the lock open with god knows what tools, and Elly stepped out to join us, trying to avoid Cosmic’s alpha male impersonation. She failed as Cosmic managed to scoop her up, carrying her bridal style, and took off running once more.

“SHIT!!!” I screamed “AFTER THEM, VENUS!!!” Venus nodded dutifully and scooped me up off my feet as well, as we galloped after them. As we burst into the garden, it became very clear what was about to happen.

Cosmic stood, dead centre, a shining, glistening jousting stick was in Elysium's confused and shaking hands. Cosmic kicked his hoof in the dirt, preparing to charge. Venus handed me a similar jousting stick, I didn’t ask where he got it. Surely, we were to joust… to the death!! I gripped the jousting stick, certain of my victory, safe in Venus’s tastefully muscular arms. I didn’t want to harm Elly but some things matter more than lifelong friendship: victory over an overly confident farm boy, for example. Venus didn't seem to care either way, but on the off chance we DID lose (it was unlikely, I was a regular jouster back in my days of girl scouts), I was glad I would die in the arms of Venus Crypt. A loud whistle sounded from somewhere and Cosmic and Venus began galloping towards each other, Elly and I raising our jousting sticks into position. Elly was shaking her head at me, making a pleading motion with her hands but no. I would NOT throw this battle since she clearly wanted to win so badly.

We drew closer and closer to each other and I waited to feel the nostalgic feeling of a jousting stick penetrating skin and flesh, but just before Cosmic-Elly and the Venus-Obsidian power couple could meet, I was suddenly being thrown to the ground as Venus’s legs buckled and he began to flail on the dirt. The last thing I saw before my skull met the soft, springy floor of the garden bed was Elysium's jousting stick just passing over my head. It was a pretty skilled maneuver on Venus’s part.

I woke up 27 minutes later to see Elly pouring bucket after bucket of water on Venus as Cosmic baptised him yet again. Venus, being dehydrated, had shrivelled to half his size and was laying still, waiting to receive merman resuscitation. I slowly sat up, my head still swimming. I was unhappy that Elly and Cosmic had left me unconscious on the ground. It wasn’t necessary for both of them to help Venus.

“Elly!” I snapped my fingers “Attention here please.” Elly hurried over like my loyal hound and began to comb my short, ink black hair to relax me like we had practiced. I glanced over at the other members of the group to find Cosmic in a powerful crouch, holding Venus and glaring at me. I felt myself tearing up again.

“Do you think Cosmic is better than me?” I whimpered to Elysium pathetically, asking a clearly rhetorical question.

“Of course not Obsidian. Cosmic’s acting bloody strange today,” she muttered, having flashbacks, “Fucking awful.”

“It all started when he was tasered and I abandoned him earlier.” I said and I realised that it must have been the tasering that changed him.

“I read about a case like this!” Elly exclaimed, manifesting a gigantic biology textbook and smashing it down onto my chest to use like a table, winding me severely. I tried to push the textbook back off of me, but was unable so I went limp and allowed Elly to use me like the table I apparently was.

She finally found the page and read it aloud to me. It seemed that there was an instance where a man was electrocuted and it rewired his fucking neurons and the man ended up in the delusion that he was a stick insect. But that wasn't all. After several decades of living like that, it was eventually discovered that being tasered a second time reversed the effect and cured the man of his delusions.

“We have to taze the boy,” I said wisely.

“I hope you won't enjoy that kind of thing, Obsidian.” Elysium said with great concern, noticing the fire of joy in my eyes.

“Don’t worry, Elly. I will not enjoy it.”

But I was lying.

All I needed now was a taser then I could revel in the electric domination of my only rival in masculinity (Venus is in a league of his own so he’s not included in this). I had Elly help me to my feet as I searched the garden for a taser. Or a guard with one, that would work too. I found a near ripe taser plant, but I pulled it from the earth prematurely and the taser wilted in my unforgiving hand. I mourned the lost taser but moved on very quickly. I’m not Amish, so I am able to easily move on from things.

“Elysium!” I screamed quietly “Do you have a taser??”

“No…” She said regretfully “Although....” she unsheathed the glock. It was a tempting alternative but one I knew Elly wouldn’t enjoy.

“I must resist this time, Elysium.” I grunted, clenching my fist. “Kiss your gun goodnight.” and she did. It was at this moment that I realised there was only one way for us to get a fully ripe taser and it wasn’t from the earth.

“We have to kill a guard!” Elysium and I exclaimed in unison before doing our secret handshake that I will tell you how to do now: it starts where all good handshakes start - with a non-conformist movement (rejected by Thneedville), of course. Dance straight into a handshake <3. After the Aloysius, we clap thrice, rotate 2.5 times, crouch on the floor as if in pain from a stomach ache, spring into the air and then we land on eachothers shoulders like a human totem pole. I always stick the landing :)

We walked as the totem we apparently were over to where I knew a guard would be waiting. I glanced back over my shoulder briefly, only to make haunting eye contact with Cosmic, who inexplicably seemed to be onto us.

“What do you want, kiddo?” I scowled at Cosmic, making sure to emphasise that he is a kiddo, but he just scoffed in a manly, confident manner and I screamed in shock and hoped he didn't notice. I turned away but I knew he was still glaring in my direction, he had a deafening stare and I could hear nothing. Elly and I totemed away hurriedly to where the guards office was. Once we reached it, we slapped onto the floor horizontally with great momentum to avoid being spotted through the window. We slithered to the door of the office and I picked the lock with ease. I did a flying kick at the unsuspecting guard, only to find that he WAS suspecting and the second I made eye contact, I lost all confidence and lost all momentum, falling like a sack of wet mice. The guard attempted to clock me but I was able to dodge, landing back on the shoulders of Elly, who had now also entered the guards office.

Elly secured my legs to her shoulders and bent over, swinging my entire body down onto the guard. The collision knocked both myself and the guard unconscious. By the time that I awoke, Elly had defeated every guard in the office but had some devastating news for me.

“No taser here, Obsidian :(.“ She told me glumly. I was so disappointed. I longed to be unconscious again to avoid the grief, but Elysium wasn't planning on letting me rest for long!! She yanked me to my feet and we assumed the position — the totem position, that is. My head smacked on the door frame as we cantered out of the guards office in search of a taser of our own.

Unfortunately for us, we worked out where all of the fresh tasers were instantly: the headmasters office, of course. I didn't want to see him just yet… it was too soon… my heart still yearned for him so I needed some distance. But Elly didn’t care, as evidenced by her choke-slamming me into the ground and demanding I answer her when I told her I wasn’t ready to go.

"Take me there, Obsidian!" She smiled, rubbing my face into the dirt. I dragged myself over to the garden, Elly still making me eat the dirt, and got ready to plant the turnips once more.

The garden was near empty, the only soul was one decrepit, withering old prisoner who was clearly struggling with his Turnipean community service.

“GET OUT OF HERE, YOU OLD BITCH!!!” I howled and the old bitch went scampering. His turnips were now all unattended. All 14 of them. But I only needed 13😏. So I did what anyone would do with the one spare😏😏. I crunched it into a paste with my molars as I began to plant the mandatory 13 summoning turnips. I had deduced with my infallible deduction skills that without an available Turnipean sacrifice, planting the turnips will simply open up a portal to the headmaster’s office, as opposed to summoning him outright. Thus, with no alerted headmaster, Elysium and I were free to travel! But only if the headmaster wasn't in the office…

And he wasn’t! Elly and I snuck through the dark, quiet and headmaster-less office in search of the tasers. They were all on a floor-to-ceiling set of shelves. I'd been here before for very extended periods of time and I had NEVER seen the taser shelf, so I could conclude this was a new, conveniently-timed installation. I was happy to find them all in one place but deeply troubled that they had been recalled from the guards and placed here right when I needed them. Had the headmaster predicted every move!?!? I shook and trembled like a newborn doe as Elly confidently took a taser from the wall.

Elly turned around and opened her mouth to give me her signature “Aha!” when a large cage dropped from the ceiling and ensnared us.

“I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN!!” I roared at Elly, despite not warning her of this situation once, “NOW WE ARE ENSNARED IN A COMICALLY DEPLOYED CAGE!!” Elly scowled at me like the idiot I apparently was and gave a very high pitched whistle. The pitch of the whistle was so high that I didn’t even hear it. But someone else did. Cosmic dropped from the interdimensional ceiling and landed in a superhero pose, sending tremors through the ground and destabilising my young doe legs. Venus dropped beside him, now fully hydrated and the two of them strutted over to the cage. Cosmic lifted it high enough for Elly and I to escape but now we had a bigger problem. The sound of high heels clicking towards us from the desperate void behind The Door I was all too familiar with.

“Cosmic,” I slapped his face, “You have to get us out of here with your transdimensional knowledge.”

“Why would I do that for you?” he chuckled, curling the cage like a dumbbell. I slapped him once more and he picked me up and threw me across the office like a ragdoll. I wilted as I reached the ground, crying at such a high pitch I knew only Elysium could hear, prompting her to sigh and try and reason with the egocentric, delusional, too-big-for-his-britches Cosmic.

“Cosmic, if you don’t get us out of here, we are all gonna get mauled by the headmaster.” she said, fluttering her eyelashes in an attempt to engage his newly found man-ego.

“Not my issue, baby-girl,” Cosmic Tomorrow said, despite looking like a baby himself. “I’LL be fine since I'm built different.” he flexed. But that was my line >:\. I charged him and he glanced at me, smirking lightly at my incompetence since we all knew where this was going.

With that,

I was gone.

My consciousness, my soul, was knocked out of me and I saw myself in the third person. I saw myself glance up and my mind’s eye saw the image of Elly bringing out the taser, ready to put Cosmic back in his place once and for all. This was gonna be good! So I came back to my body, redeeming my front row seats.

Cosmic turned to face Elly and roundhouse kicked the taser out of her hands. The taser skidded across the room towards Venus, who was still sopping wet so I knew he couldn't risk an electric shock. The last thing I need is for super-humanly gorgeous Venus to get a complex. The look Cosmic gave Elysium after that was down right bloodcurdling. He strolled towards her and she backed away from him until she hit the wall. She looked down at him as he stood on his toes to intimidate her further, and though I had just returned to my body, I had to step in to save god's gift to the earth, Venus Crypt. Also Elysium Forging. I, Obsidian Leviathan, ran in slow motion to the taser before whipping around to face off with Cosmic Tomorrow and end his reign of terror.

He scarcely had time to lower himself from his toe-heightened position as I jabbed the taser into his spleen, administering a little thing I like to call, electrotherapy. He screamed out in unbridled agony and I felt tears stream down my face from the power of the moment.

I finally felt the power I had craved ever since I was young and desperate as Cosmic Tomorrow fell to the ground, unmoving. I turned around to do my usual holler of victory but then saw something positively awful: the headmaster was standing in the office and he had seen everything! He smiled, and clapped slowly in a condescending manner as he ominously walked towards me.

“Congratulations, Obsidian Leviathan” though his mouth was moving, his voice spoke directly into my head. “Have you found the power you craved? What has it cost?” I didn’t gratify this with a response. I looked to Cosmic’s small, fried body and back to my hands that still grasped the taser with white knuckles. I was no man like I had longed to be recognised as, rather, I was a monster. I stood there contemplating what I had done for a short while. I was lost in thought, just like the headmaster had intended. He leaned in close to my right ear while I couldn't tear my eyes from my murderous hands.

“You truly are a Criminal, Obsidian Leviathan.” He spoke, though I heard his voice through my left ear instead. “You belong in this wretched place.”

I threw my head back and screamed: “NOOOOO!!” The whiplash of throwing my head back caused me to pass out.

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