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rinniessance · 5 months

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BEST FRIEND'S GIRL ༊*·˚ - suguru geto x f!reader

nothing has ever been tempting enough for suguru geto to stab his best friend in the back - until you.

꒰ warnings: nsfw - mdni .ᐟ.ᐟ non-curse au. cheating, kind of manipulation, kind of dubcon, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, so so many pet names and name calling (calls you slut once), choking, dacraphyllia, spit, overstimulation, he doesn't pull out when you ask. satoru is toxic and suguru is a creep and a very bad friend in this one ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ // word count: 5.6k ꒱ ꒰ notes: i am christening my new blog with this piece of absolute filth .ᐟ.ᐟ ꒱

being satoru gojo’s best friend is easy, it always has been. ever since suguru and satoru met in the elementary school, they've been inseparable, joint at the hip whenever they went. at times, no words needed to be exchanged between the two, a glance was enough for the duo to understand one another without missing a beat. and they always shared everything (and by everything, suguru truly means everything – his camera roll is a sin to be discovered) – that, until you came along.

geto remembers clear as day when gojo introduced you as his new girlfriend – he had to make sure he read the message he received correctly because when does satoru ever start a relationship without mentioning it to him before anyone else? suguru scoffs at his phone screen when he reads a text from gojo that he’s bringing “his new girl” to the party. “i think this one is special” reads his next message, and suguru laughs darkly. how many satoru’s special girls has he met already?

but when he sees you for the first time, oh when he sees you, all pieces of the puzzle come together. all of a sudden, satoru’s decision to keep you all to himself until he absolutely had to reveal you to the world makes perfect sense.

suguru thinks he’s never met as anyone as bewitching as you are, you have captivated him whole. the very moment your big doe eyes turned into tiny crescent moons when you smiled at him and extended your hand for a greeting is forever stitched into his brain, weaved into the crevices of his mind: it’s the first thing he thinks about when he wakes up and the last memory he replays before he goes to sleep. even when geto slips into the realm of morpheus, his dreams are still full of you. damn your strawberry lipgloss, your citrus scented perfume and your tiny pink dresses that leave so little to imagination. the pants suguru has to wear when he knows satoru’s bringing you along are getting wider and wider – to his embarrassment, it’s getting extremely difficult to hide his boner whenever you (unintentionally) bat your eyelashes at him.

(he had to jerk himself off in gojo’s bathroom once when he came over for a movie night – you were wearing your boyfriend’s t-shirt and he couldn’t stop imagining what his clothes would look like on your body. that thought alone was almost enough to making him cum.)

thoughts of you torment his every waking moment – he checks your instagram every hour for any updates and stalks your old posts in the hopes he will dream of your angelic face again; he makes plans with satoru under the pretense he is bored and has nothing better to do just to shamelessly gawk at you the whole time; and he feels like he hits the jackpot every time you laugh at his stupid jokes.

once in a while, the realization that he’s down bad for his best friend’s girlfriend hits him like a tidal wave – he can feel it coming, see the rising signs of the shame foaming up somewhere deep in the darkest corners of the ocean that is his heart. and when it finally washes over him, he feels himself drowning in the whirlpool of emotions he is usually too tired to deal with.

suguru knows exactly what you see in satoru – of course he does. his best friend is handsome, rich, popular; despite what others might say, he is a great conversationalist, and he will never give you a chance to get bored of him. geto is sure his best friend only showed his best parts when you started dating – that is why he is twice delighted when you get to experience the withdrawal symptoms as a result of satoru gojo’s absence. geto knows this game by heart – satoru gets a girl hooked, spoils her with attention and then suddenly becomes withdrawn. “it intensifies the feelings”, he usually says. special girl his ass. geto doesn’t complain though. instead, he works on an opportunity to create a rift between you two because he knows he can treat you so much better.

suguru gives you his number (“just in case you ever need to know where satoru is”), and casually starts texting you from time to time. it’s always simple topics: asking if you’ve heard back from satoru, saying he hasn’t been responding to geto’s texts (when he knows perfectly well he spoke with the white haired man that morning); wondering if the two of you have any plans later this week (he knows you don’t – his best friend has been on a successful streak of being hot and cold with you for the past couple of weeks); making sure everything’s okay between you two. he puts invisible effort into appearing to you as a concerned friend, and it pays off when you finally start texting him first. geto doesn’t know if it’s out of loneliness or sheer desperation – what he knows is that he is one step closer to tasting what satoru has been too dumb to properly treasure all this time.

you call suguru out of the blue on a saturday night. him and satoru decided to throw a party, and he is currently smoking his second cigarette, trying not to stare too much at the back of his best friend’s head while he is flirting with a girl he is sure to forget ten minutes later. why does gojo even bother when he has you waiting for him at home? geto looks at your display name in a slight surprise – the two of you have been getting closer but this is the first time you called.

“hello?”

“hi suguru… uhm…” he hears a quite sniffle on the other end of the phone line. you have been crying. “sorry to bother you but would you happen to know where satoru is? he has not been answering my calls and texts, and i am just getting worried.”

of course he knows where his best friend is – not even 4 feet away from him, having the time of his life. but geto chases the opportunity when he sees one, and he realizes this might be the chance he’s been waiting for.

“no, i don’t, i’m sorry. but if you’d like, i can come over and we can wait for him? if you’re feeling up to having some company.”

the silence ensues, and suguru thinks that maybe he overestimated the level of comfort you feel with him. he is about to apologize when you softly speak up again.

“yeah, i think i’d like that.”

“okay, i’ll be there in 30.”

he gives satoru a quick excuse as to why he has to leave – white-haired man doesn’t even blink an eye and just yells at him to be safe. but safe is the last thing he is planning to be today. suguru has never wished for the ability to teleport more than he did now because driving to your place takes entirely too long. but, as promised, he is finally standing in front of your door 30 minutes later. his hands are shaking from the adrenaline when he knocks – your ethereal features bless him mere seconds later.

“hi,” you whisper almost breathlessly.

“hello again,” geto responds, and you shuffle to the side to let him inside. he’s been to your house before, namely for the horror movie nights where he can pretend he is sitting too close to you entirely for platonic reasons, in the “this movie is so scary i need to hold someone” type of way. yet, it feels completely different when your boyfriend is not here.

“thank you for coming. i hope i didn’t distract you from anything important but…” he can see the beads of tears pool in the corner of your eyes, and fuck, he would be lying if he said his pants didn’t feel too tight for this situation. oh how he would like to make you cry for entirely different reasons, “satoru has not been responding to me and it’s getting a little too much to bear. as his friend, i appreciate your company.”

“anytime,” suguru breathes out – his brain is short circuiting and he is unable to string more than two words together. however, you don’t notice his slipping composure as you walk back to your couch and extend geto an invitation to sit beside you.

the silence only stretches for a few seconds as you press play on some movie. raven-haired man was about to say something to break the silence but stops his word vomit when he hears your soft sniffling. suguru decides this opportunity will not present itself again – he wordlessly opens his arms and gestures you to come for a hug. you seem unsure at first but then giggle quietly and carefully curl yourself into him.

geto has never been this close to you before – he can smell the scent of your shampoo; he can feel the softness of your hair and the smoothness of your skin where he is able to touch you; he can soak in the warmth your body is offering him right now. and all of that because satoru thinks he is too good to lose all of this.

“you know,” geto slowly starts, “maybe if he makes you feel this way, he is not a very good boyfriend.”

suguru knows he is playing with fire – but he would be a fool to not at least try.

“it’s not always too bad,” you respond back. there is an apprehension in your voice, doubt, maybe even little bit of fear. he knows this script by heart: you, pretending like nothing’s wrong by trying to concentrate on all the good memories gojo gifted you with, and him, always sealing the arguments with iron-hot kisses.

“yeah, i know. but don’t you think him making you feel this way is shitty enough? even if it only happened once, isn’t it already one time too many?”

“but he treats me so well,” you try to fight back and move to look him straight in the eyes. oh, that was a mistake asyour glossy doe eyes hold the beauty all the poets sing about. what was that saying? face that launched a thousand ships? yeah, he would willingly go to war for you. next words escape him before he can put a stop to his endless stream of thoughts.

“i can treat you so much better.”

he can see you gasp in surprise, making the most adorable face he’s ever seen. geto doesn’t want to hear what you have to say back – he is moving on instinct, animalistic hunger re-wiring his every nerve – so he kisses you, hard and breathtakingly, like he dreamed of ever since he first laid eyes on you.

you are startled, eyes as wide as two full moons, and you try to push himself off but he is persistent. suguru feels your hands curling into his t-shirt, and you cannot stop the moan slipping past your lips.

“you don’t have to be shy with me. it seems satoru has been neglecting you awfully a lot recently, wouldn’t you let me take care of you?”

“we s-shouldn’t be doing this, suguru. it’s wrong.”

“what’s wrong, sinful even, is to leave a pretty girl like you all alone. let me show you how you should be loved.”

before you can respond, suguru is sliding his hand down your shorts and feels your throbbing heat through the panties. you are not wet enough yet but geto knows he can change it very quickly.

“tell me, princess, when was the last time satoru fucked you? or better one, when was the last time satoru fucked you and made you cum?” suguru cups your sex through your clothes and grinds his palm on your clit. the mewl it earns him from you feels almost like honey on a sore throat – he swears it sounds almost divine.

“yeah, you like that, sweet thing?” he asks you, and you’re too embarrassed to say anything so you just shake your head. as your body starts feeling good, you stop caring how wrong it is: you cannot deny you’ve missed being treated like you’re the only one that matters. “you know, i don’t understand satoru. if you were mine, i would keep you under me the whole day. fuck you into this couch until i am the only one on your mind, and then make you cum again and again on my tongue and my fingers. would you like that, princess?”

geto’s honeycomb words make you lose any last reservations you’ve had about this whole affair. his fingers keep massaging your pearly bud – it’s been left without attention for way too long for your own comfort, and your own fingers do not bring you the same level of satisfaction as you got used to with satoru. so you kiss geto again, and climb on top of him, everything else be damned.

suguru kisses you back with a ferociousness of a starved beast – it’s messy and it’s loud, teeth clanking, wet sounds of your mouths moving in rhythm bouncing between the two of you, moans exchanged and swallowed. he is biting on your lip, hands squeezing your hips harshly – you’re sure you will see bruises there tomorrow – making you grind on him. you can feel the growing tent in his cargo pants, and that makes you feverishly hot.

“i will make you cum three times tonight, princess. first, you’ll do it on my tongue, second, on my fingers, and finally, i’ll let you cream around my cock. how does that sound?”

you want to respond back, say something, but words fail you for the -nth time today, the only sounds escaping you are loud moans, borderline on pathetic. suguru takes that as a confirmation and flips you into a position under him, your lips slightly swollen and eyes glistening with the previous tears. god, he cannot wait to make you cry for an entirely different reason.

he starts by capturing your lips with his again, rough movements of his tongue against yours. how many times has he lost himself in a daydream while you were around, watching you lick your lips clean, pink tongue darting out to wipe away any food? geto deepens the kiss and cannot stop the whine rushing out past his lips, immediately swallowed by you.

suguru does not want to pull away but there is something else he is dying to taste. his lips move lower, grazing the side of your sensitive neck – involuntarily, your hips jerks upward, your aching core starting to look for any relief, when he brushes past that spot in the dip of your neck igniting your nerves. you don’t try to stop yourselves from letting geto know exactly how he makes you feel. he keeps moving lower, removing your shirt and caressing the tender skin of your boobs, and then takes one of your nipples into his mouth, circling his tongue around the perky nub dying for his attention. closing your eyes and throwing your head back, you revel in this feeling of body worship. your wanton moans become louder, and geto’s cock becomes even harder when he sees the look of absolute bliss on your face. his unoccupied hand goes to play with the other nipple, gently twisting it between his digits, pinching it just enough to spike your pleasure with pain.

your shorts are gone next, together with your light-blue panties that suguru removes in one swift motion. you are sprawled out naked on your couch in front of your boyfriend’s best friend – yet you fail to feel any shame. geto spreads your legs wider and is delighted to discover the prettiest view in the house: your glistening pussy all wet and ready for him.

“huh, what is it?” he swipes between your folds, spreading your slick all the way to the clit begging to be touched, “little cute slut only needed couple of kisses to get this wet? did satoru really neglect his little princess this much?”

“p-please… ah… don’t mention his name while we do this,” you say, eyes still closed, geto’s digits continuing playing around your pearl, not giving you the full stimulation yet.

“do what, pretty face? fuck? i am about to eat your cunt but you’re too shy to even say it out loud?” suguru laughs, almost patronizingly, and slaps your clit with his hand, earning a surprised gasp from you. you hide your face in your hands, or at least try to, but geto has other ideas. “uh-uh, no, you cannot hide from me. open your eyes, i want you to keep looking, doll.”

geto leans closer to your throbbing clit and spits – your view is obscene, yet you’re unable to look away. even as he languidly swipes his tongue between your spread folds and flicks it around your nub, you keep your eyes opened. your hands grab his hair, and geto grunts but doesn’t stop you. he keeps drawing slow circles around your clit, and you can feel the coil in your tummy starting to tighten. you would be embarrassed at how fast he is getting you to your orgasm, yet you fail to care.

suguru wants to insert a finger but he promised he would make you cum with his tongue alone. long flicks of his tongue along your inner lips drive you insane, slurping sounding so filthy, you might need to move places now – and when geto sucks on your pearl, suctioning his lips just at the right spot, he is bringing you closer and closer to the peak of the ecstasy you’ve been craving. his hands are hot to the touch as they grab your hips with almost punishing force, pushing you even closer to his face.

just as you thought this was enough to light your whole being on fire, geto starts pumping his tongue in and out of you, sloshing sounds echoing in your ears, making you burn hot. suguru is alternating between giving your pretty clit attention, tracing his tongue along your lips, and sucking on nerve bundle that sends sparks to your pleasure receptors, making you burn all that hotter. flatting out the tongue, suguru is running it over your clit and labia, before pumping the tip of it back into your wanting hole.

your moaning becomes louder and louder, grip on geto’s hair almost painful now but he doesn’t mind. looking back up at you, he meets your gaze – and can’t help but praise you for how good you’ve been to him.

“my cute bunny actually listened to me, huh? keeping your pretty eyes on me while i eat you out like this? i bet you enjoy the view.”

and you do, of course you do. the orgasm is imminent now as geto speeds up his movement, licking up and down. your breathing accelerates and you can feel yourself teetering on the edge of your pleasure – until geto pushes you over. it doesn’t take much longer for you to cum, juices dripping out of you and down his tongue. suguru is drinking up every last drop, not daring to spill his very own elixir of life.

“fu-uuck, it feels so good,” you cry out as he keeps tongue fucking you through your orgasm, your thighs trying to close around his head to escape the ongoing assault on your poor cunt, but suguru’s iron grip doesn’t falter. you whine and try to push his head away, body starting to shake with overstimulation, but geto is determined – he sucks on your clit again and you yelp, seeing stars. he finally relents and gets up from his knees, kissing you again. you taste yourself on his lips, and you feel the arousal climbing up again.

“thank you for the best meal of my life. that was one, yeah?”

he doesn’t give you time to respond before he is caging your smaller body, one hand moving to the nape of your neck to bring you even closer while other teases your entrance. you try not to seem too desperate, hugging suguru around his shoulders and bucking your hips into him. geto chuckles darkly, licking your lips and gently massaging the nape of your neck while his digits explore where his tongue already paved the way.

the first flick of his digits on your clit is embarrassingly enough to start lighting up your nerve endings again – a hot feeling, something akin to a molten lava, spreads across your skin, sending the goosebumps running wild. you concentrate on geto’s face, so close to yours, and you are tempted to kiss him again. but he is moving away when you try to chase him, and the prettiest, most adorable pout is dancing on your lips. it makes him want to ruin you.

geto inserts the first finger without any warning, and you’re tearing up from the sudden intrusion – you’re lost in the mix of pain and pleasure that you don’t notice the beads of tears escaping the corners of your eyes. suguru leans close and runs his tongue over salty trails, cleaning you up.

“shhh, it’s only one finger. it’s not your limit, is it? i have so much more to offer.”

geto pushes in the second finger, and you have to grab onto his shoulders. you’re curving your spine into him, trying to guide his fingers to touch that special spongy spot inside your tight, hot hole. suguru’s fingers are slender and long – fingers that should belong to a pianist or a guitarist. and you are no musical instrument, but fuck, you would be lying if geto didn’t know how to play you without missing a beat.

“sug-suguru…” you say thought a whiny hiccup, “i want you to move.”

“yeah? you want me to fuck you with my fingers? on the same couch where you and satoru probably did the same thing?”

mention of your boyfriend’s name sends a wave of shame through you, and geto is quick to notice. before your brain can process the feelings of guilt, he starts pumping his digits in and out of you while drawing tight circles on your sensitive nub. still recovering from your previous orgasm, your body is sent into overdrive, accelerating into ecstasy in no time. if this is wrong, then why does it feel so good?

the squelching sounds your pussy makes around his fingers makes your cheeks heat up, blush kissing your face in a way only suguru should be allowed to do. this time, you close your eyes and tilt your head back, losing yourself to the overwhelming feeling of pleasure spreading throughout your every nerve. geto’s hand comes to tighten around your body, and the sudden cut of airflow is intensifying everything tenfold.

your body starts panicking when blood stops receiving necessary oxygen but the pleasure signals in your brain are setting off like fireworks. geto is pistoning his fingers in and out of your leaking cunt while squeezing his hand around your neck just a little bit tighter. breathless moans are escaping you as your body fights for more oxygen, not able to decide whether the line between pain and pleasure is blurring fast enough. suguru is curling his digits inside you and oh! eureka! he touches that sweet spot making white spots to dance across your vision.

“yeah, that’s it. you’re being such a good girl for me,” geto says above you but his voice is coming through a vacuum – the ringing in your ears becomes louder as your tummy is tightening up again. your mouth hangs open, a ribbon of drool dripping down your chin, and suguru thinks he’s never seen anything sexier. keeping his rhythm, he rubs your clit again, earning a broken moan from you.

geto feels your pussy tightening around his fingers, and he growls imagining his cock stretching your pretty cunt instead. he keeps pushing them in and out, massaging your nub with perfect pressure, squeezing your neck just tight enough, and mere second later, you’re cumming again. a broken moan that turns into a sob is everything you’re able to let out – suguru thinks you look so damn cute, he wants to take a picture. his phone is forgotten somewhere on the couch so instead, he commits to memory every single sound and facial expression.

he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, again, and you try to push at his hand to stop.

“no, common, i know you can do better than this. keep it coming, yeah?” geto says with a smirk, and takes both your wrists into his hand, keeping them close to his chest. you cannot do anything but sob as the waves of pleasure keeps crashing against your shores, leaving you to fend for yourself through the aftershocks of ecstasy. sweat is running between your boobs, down the sides of your face – you’re glistening all over, and suguru swears that’s what a goddess would look like.

“g-geto… please… i can’t take it anymore…”

“geto, huh? i thought we were on the first-name basis now.”

“i’m sorry…” hiccup “it’s just so hard to think…” hiccup.

“aw, i haven’t even made you cum around my cock yet and you’re already fucked out dumb? poor little angel.” you know he is mocking but fuck, why does it feel so good?

geto finally relents when you bit your lips a little too harsh and takes his fingers out of you. he brings them to your lips, and you suck on the digits without any further instructions.

“such a good fucking girl. open your mouth wider for me,” you do as he says, and suguru spits inside. “now, swallow.”

again, you follow his command without any deliberation and then open your mouth to show you’ve done it. geto chuckles and very gently slaps your cheek.

“that was two.”

you whine, thinking if you had to cum one more time, you might actually pass out. you try to pout, and tug at the hem of his t-shirt. “i don’t think i can cum again, suguru.”

“nuh-uh, i told you i’ll make you cum three times, and i will. now come on, be good for me and turn around.”

“i want you to take off your clothes.” your simple request takes him by surprise, but he obliges immediately. his t-shirt is gone first, then cargo pants follow. you trail your eyes down and your mouth forms a perfect little “o” when you see the tent formed in his boxer briefs – geto mentally takes a picture of this moment – and you are left almost speechless.

“it’s not going to fit.”

“i’ll make it fit.”

you don’t dare to look away when suguru starts to pull his underwear down, and your suspicions are correct – he is big, maybe even too big for you. not as long as satoru’s but he is thicker, curvier. angry red tip already leaking with pre-cum, and you want to run your tongue along his slit.

“are you drooling looking at my cock?” geto chuckles, and you turn your gaze away in embarrassment. “aw, ‘m sorry, princess. let me give you something else to drool for.”

geto comes close and grabs you by your hips, moving you around. your forearms land on the back of the couch, and you can feel the heat of suguru’s chest against your back, his heavy cock slapping your thigh.

“you’re so fucking pretty, i can’t get enough of you,” geto sounds out of breath, burying his face in your hair and inhaling your sex-soaked scent. he wraps his hand around your waist while pumping his dick with the other. he spreads his pre-cum along his length, finally guiding himself to your waiting cunt.

the stretch is painful – even with all the prep suguru has done, it’s not enough for your tight little pussy to take him in comfortably. geto doesn’t give you time to adjust and pushes himself all the way in, until his balls slap against you. you squeeze your eyes, and little snowflakes of tears run down your cheeks, and your tongue darts out to taste the salty evidence. geto is moving his hips now, dragging his thick length in and out of you. your pussy is clenching every time he pushes against your needy spot, veins on his cock massaging your walls, helping you climb towards your climax again.

suguru grabs you by the jaw and turns your face towards him, losing no time ravishing your lips with his again. they are swollen – he could see how red they are – yet the kiss is hungry, as if geto’s appetite has not been satiated. he is so concentrated on kissing you, he loses his rhythm, and his dick slips out, making both of you whine in displeasure.

“please, give it back,” you mewl into him, and suguru’s losing himself in you – he is losing himself to you. so he gives it back, of course he does, thrusting his cock to the hilt, mushroom tip kissing your cervix. when geto sets a bruising pace, pistoning his hips with the punishing rhythm, you can do nothing but hold onto his forearm – he is the only thing tethering you to earth now, gravity has no hold on a force that is geto.

his slender digits start massaging your abused clit, and you can feel your toes curling again. he fucks into you fast and steady, and lewd sounds of his hips smashing into yours bounce around the four walls – the cacophony of squelching sounds your greedy cunt makes when it sucks geto’s cock fully and readily mixed with your wanton moans create the sex-induced symphony suguru never wants to forget.

you are completely lost to the storm that is suguru geto. he is everywhere, it’s all so much: his hand around your tit, squeezing the soft mound; his middle finger on your clit, drawing the perfect circles with purpose; his mouth on yours, tongue exploring the secrets between your teeth; and his cock being dragged in and out of your crying hole. suguru geto is all encompassing, and you can’t get enough.

geto pinches your nipple, and you jump in surprise while your pussy grips him even tighter. he keeps twirling your nub between his fingers while his mouth moves behind your ear, sucking the little sensitive spot that makes you shiver. soft pad of his middle finger is still playing with your clit, and every single feeling is becoming increasingly overwhelming. you can feel the sweat trickle down your spine and white spots dance across your vision as his curved cock kisses just the right spot somewhere deep inside you.

you think you are on fire – everything feels feverish and suguru’s body heat surrounds you like steaky sauna air. tingling in your fingertips and all the way down in your toes intensifies, and you further dig your nails into geto’s forearm. he growls in your ear but doesn’t stop; he continues fucking you in the earnest, like it’s his life-long mission to bring you as much pleasure as humanly possible.

geto’s forehead is pressed against the back of your head, and he can feel his composure slipping – he has been edging himself for a while now, trying to make you cum with him but it slowly becomes all too much. he starts blabbering into your ear, hoping his filthy words will finally bring you over the edge.

“common, pretty thing, i want you creaming all over my cock. i want you to cum with me, can you do it for me, kitten?”

his words reverberate in every crevice of your mind, and your last orgasm washes over you like tsunami. your body is shaking against geto, tears and drool running down the sides of your face and mouth; your vision goes black and you struggle to breathe for a moment. your brain is connecting nerves usually left untouched as climax waves rush over you, making you twitch in the man’s hold. you’re crying and moaning his name – he is the divine presence you need right now, the only god that’s worth worshipping. you’re on the verge of completely losing yourself to pleasure as you think you’re going to faint but suguru’s voice grounds you back.

“shhhh, common, we’re not done yet. milk my cock, gorgeous.”

“no, suguru, i’m not on birth control, you have to pull out.”

“that’s okay, i’ll get you plan b tomorrow. or maybe even better, babytrap you so you have no reason to come back to satoru, hm? how about that?”

“nn-no, please…” but before you can finish your sentence, you hear suguru groan and you can feel him cumming inside. you want to be mad but the overwhelming ecstasy he keeps taking you through is overshadowing every rational thought in your head now. you cannot hold yourself anymore, has not been able to do so for the past 10 minutes, so you helplessly hang onto geto’s forearm while he fucks his cum back into you.

when he finally slows down and pulls out, the two of you are a mess – the room smells of sex and something akin to guilt, but you don’t let yourself linger on it for two long. he gives you a final kiss, gently massaging the nape of your back, guiding you to lie down. you’re unable to stay awake as suguru walks back to your kitchen to grab you a glass of water, passing out on the couch before he even comes back. he smirks, looking down at your figure, and runs his fingers through your hair, hoping your head is only filled with the thoughts of him.

“that was three.”

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rootsofdread · 8 months

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Hi! Can I request Trickster, Michael, Ghostface and Skull Merchant and Bubba with a survivor reader basically being goofy with the other survivors and fucking up gens every 5 seconds because their laughing and can't focus and when they get hooked they make jokes and try to annoy the hell out of the killer? And when it's time to escape they drop their stuff for the killer and leave cause they thought it was a fun match? GN reader pls :)

my first bubba request!! i loved writing him for you 🥺🥺

Bubba Sawyer / The Cannibal:

Bubba knows being in the Entity’s realm isn’t pleasant; it’s been a long time since he’s seen anyone have fun. So in all honesty — he kind of enjoys seeing you all have some fun. He’s the first to run over when he hears several explosions in a row from a generator, because he’s almost certain that it’s you, and he could always use a good laugh. You’re the first person in an even longer time to really make him smile, he loves getting to spend time with you during trials and he especially loves getting to laugh with you. For one trial, he can forget that he has a job to do. He can focus on you instead. His favorite thing is getting your gifts after the trials — he gets so excited seeing you leave something for him. He especially loves toolboxes, so he can work on his chainsaw, but he loves everything you give him. He always looks forward to seeing you again.

Michael Myers / The Shape:

Michael doesn’t really understand how or why you’re so comfortable being so…yourself in trials. It’s such a foreign concept to him. Everyone else is so focused on staying alive, but you, you’re…you’re out in the trials having fun, and laughing. He likes to sit and observe you from afar. You usually try to get him in on the joke, come on over here, Mikey, we’re all having fun, but he just shakes his head. Sometimes he gets closer to you and just looms while you and your fellow survivors cry laughing over your antics, exploding the generator you’re all working on at any possible turn. You’ll never get that done. He may seem judgemental, but really, he’s just…watching. He finds it entertaining, in a way, seeing some of you have fun here. He even feels a bit special when you take the time to leave him your things; he doesn’t necessarily have a use for them, but…it’s nice.

Danny Johnson / The Ghostface:

Danny is likely the only one that would be willing to join you in your antics; he seems to love a good laugh just as much as you do. Particularly, he loves either sneaking up on you by ending up just behind your shoulder and waiting to see how long it takes you to notice him, or by sneaking up on a teammate and not only waiting to see how long it takes them to notice, but also making gestures with his hands to try to get you to laugh, too. He loves how much fun you are — everyone else is such a buzzkill, he can’t imagine why, of course, but you just love to have fun here. You’re always laughing and smiling and making everyone else do the same, and it has him utterly smitten with you. You’re his favorite survivor to hang out with, and it absolutely delights him when you leave him your items at the exit gates. He takes everything you give him, and it’d be safe to assume he’s amassed a collection…somewhere.

Ji-Woon Hak / The Trickster:

Ji-Woon is a loose canon — for a long time, you were never sure how he would react to you, because it was almost always different. Sometimes he seemed annoyed by your antics, or amused, sometimes he completely ignored you and went for someone else; sometimes he was particularly bloodythirsty and you were his first target. It was always a toss-up. Over time, he gets more used to you and your shenanigans — he less feels the need to kill you for them and more just lets you have your fun. As long as you’re not specifically giving him problems, he doesn’t seem to really care. Sometimes, even, when he passes by you looking for someone else, he gives you a little smile or giggle, indicating he may just be amused by you now. And every time you leave him an item, you see him take it, and later, when he sees you outside of a trial, he hands it back to you with a genuine autograph.

Adriana Imai / The Skull Merchant:

Adriana, truthfully, will have none of it. She knows you won’t give her a challenge and she seems to not care much for that fact — she tends to leave you alone during trials and let you have your fun, slowly picking off your team members instead. Sometimes, she’ll give you a look when she passes by you, silently telling you to do something. Run, scream, hide, give her something to hunt you for. Yet, she seems almost flustered when you look back at her with that big grin on your face. She tends to let you go, too, always responding with you’re no fun if you ask her why, but you’ve always considered, perhaps, she has a soft spot for you. She’d never admit it. She does accept your items at the end, though. She knows she can find uses for them.

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bootleg-nessie · 1 month

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Predatory Bananas: an Evolutionary Horror

(Pls read, I literally spent HOURS on this <3)

A friend sent me the following video about the various potential methods of banana locomotion. It got me thinking. How would a banana move? Naturally, as an autist with a special interest in evolutionary biology, I took the joke a little too far and wrote a whole piece on the matter, analyzing the feasibility of each method and the changes they’d need to evolve in order to achieve them.

(Video courtesy of Burning Onion Animation on TikTok, they make great content, go check them out)

The first and most likely way bananas would move is if banana trees evolved to spread their seeds through their fruits rolling down hills like the morphology of #1 suggests. The only major mutations that need to happen are a more pronounced curve and increased rigidity to facilitate rolling and absorb the impact from falling from the tree. Overall, evolving to this point is relatively straightforward. #1 is the most feasible and realistic answer.

For bananas to develop motility like in #4 is theoretically possible with the right environmental pressures and with enough time, though much more difficult. I see this working in one of two ways. First, they could evolve rigid structures that change shape depending on moisture content, using natural dry/wet cycles to move a little more each time it rains, much like the seeds of Erodium Cicutarium (pictured below). The fruits of the banana tree would most likely evolve to have hooks on the end of said structures, contracting and pulling themselves forward a little each time they dry out, and relaxing and resetting their grip on the soil each time they get wet.

The second way I could see this happening is if they evolved true locomotion. True locomotion in bananas would take at least a few million years to evolve (probably more like tens of millions), and even then, movement would be incredibly slow. There exists a plant called the “walking palm” (socratea exorrhiza, pictured below) that’s capable of “walking” using its roots, but it can only travel about 20 meters per year in ideal conditions, and has the resources of the entire tree at its disposal, not just that of a single fruit.

While this is the more likely explanation as to how #4 might happen, it’s not what the video depicts. The video clearly shows a banana dragging itself along like an inchworm, indicating motor cells such as those present in Dionaea Muscipula (venus flytrap, pictured below). Whenever this type of movement in plants occurs, it takes an extreme amount of energy and is generally rather inefficient and slow. In addition to this, the banana is moving its entire mass every time, so it’ll have to move much more slowly to compensate. This means that the banana would probably only be able to travel a few centimeters before decomposing beyond the point of functionality. After a few million more years it’s possible that bananas could evolve to travel as far as several meters after falling off the tree, but the further they go, the more fit each individual fruit needs to be, and the more energy and resources they need. Eventually, it’ll reach a point where the energy expenditure will outweigh the benefit and the fruits will stop evolving to travel any further, which I imagine would plateau somewhere in the 0.5 to 3 meter range. However, the fruits still require a significantly higher amount of energy at this point because they’ve evolved to move autonomously, so trees would likely evolve to produce fewer, but more developed fruits as a result. Overall this is the second most likely way bananas would evolve to move, but the video depicts a time lapse, not footage taken in real time.

The next most likely option is #2, which is where things start to get much more interesting. At this point we are quickly beginning to leave the territory of the banana being a fruit and stepping closer towards the realm of the banana being its own independent organism. Whether the banana is still a single fruit from a larger tree depends on if the video is stabilized or not. First, let’s assume that the video has automatically stabilized the banana within the frame. This means that the banana is moving erratically and aimlessly, with the goal of simply moving as far from its origin as it can. The most simple form of this would be a ballistic dispersal method in which the banana grows curved and under tension, falling off the tree when ripe. Upon impact, the tension is released and banana extends, springing itself upward and outward with a single bounce. But this isn’t what the video shows either, it depicts clear and repeated movement, again suggesting the presence of motor cells much like those likely found in banana #4. In this case it probably evolved in roughly the same way as banana #4, but works less effectively due to having a less stable method of traveling.

But what if the video ISN’T stabilized, and the banana’s staying upright all on its own? In the video, the banana isn’t just moving along a single plane with one set of motor cells like the Venus flytrap. It’s full on galloping. This requires multiple groups of motor cells working together in a coordinated effort. This banana has real-time sensory input to orient and stabilize itself. This means that the banana has evolved some sort of internal gyroscope, much like our inner ear that helps it determine what up and down is, and more importantly, angular rotation. While plants have been observed reacting to and even predicting stimuli in ways that still baffle scientists to this day, this is far more complex than any plant every discovered throughout human history. Everything here points to something more, perhaps rudimentary intelligence, dare I even say sentience.

This begs the question: is it even a plant anymore? At this stage it’s evolved sensory organs and can move independently. But why? Organisms don’t evolve the ability to move without reason. This could mean one of three things. First, it could have evolved the ability to run as a means of spreading its seeds further. But this can’t be the answer. Moving more slowly would be way more efficient for a banana in terms of energy expenditure, and spreading seeds the old fashioned way is still perfectly viable, so it wouldn’t have evolved that way due to lack of necessity. This brings us to the first legitimate possibility: the banana is prey. If the banana were prey, then the ability to gallop most likely evolved as a means of escaping predators and to avoid being eaten. This is further evidence that the banana has evolved beyond being a humble plant as this goes completely against the purpose of fruits, which evolved to be eaten on purpose. Now, the banana’s goal isn’t to be eaten so that its seeds may be deposited elsewhere, its primary objective is to survive. At this point it’s relatively safe to assume that the banana no longer comes from a tree, and now reproduces through fragmentation, or perhaps even live birth. Its lack of leaves suggest that it’s evolved beyond being an autotroph and relying on photosynthesis. But if it no longer gets nutrients from a tree, how does it subsist? It must be getting its energy from somewhere. The most likely answer to this is that banana is a herbivore, and gets its energy from plant matter, which contains a lot of the same nutrients that the banana recently used to get by growing on a tree. Overall, this is the third most likely way the banana would evolve locomotion.

But what if it isn’t an herbivore? This brings us to the other possibility: the banana is a predator. The banana that concerns me the most is banana #3. While all the other bananas have undergone major changes to their morphology, banana #3 appears to be identical to any regular banana, yet it still moves. The only way that such movement could be possible is if the banana had some sort of internal mechanism that moves its center of mass around rather quickly within its outer shell, which also requires an internal gyroscope for balance. I know what you’re thinking; “but this is an incredibly complex mechanism, wouldn’t it be easier to evolve one of the other ways?” To which the answer is yes, it would. But this raises another question with an even more alarming answer: why didn’t it? The answer lies in the banana’s identical appearance to that of a typical Cavendish. Clearly, looking like an ordinary banana is central to its survival strategy. At this point, it’s evolved well past the point of being a fruit and has become the first of an entirely new kingdom of sentient creatures descended from plants.

According to my estimates from the video, banana #3 is only able to move at a pace of around a tenth of a meter per second, maybe a quarter or half of a meter at the most. This means that it probably didn’t evolve the ability to move as a means of running from predators. Based on the physics in the video, my best guess as to how the banana moves is through the use of mostly hollow internal chambers with a central mass (probably a calcified seed) suspended by tendons that can move in any direction, accelerating the banana in that direction. Here I’ve collaborated with the massively talented @pholidia to bring my ideas to light.

Picture it. You’re a lone banana farmer in South America. You’re out harvesting your crops when you see a single banana on the ground. It looks a little weird and bruised, but still totally edible. “No good in letting perfectly good produce go to waste” you think to yourself as you pick up the banana. You go to peel it when suddenly, you feel a sharp shooting pain through your hand. You drop the banana, then fall to your knees. You look around for the wasp or whatever it was that stung you, but you can’t find anything. You collapse in a heap on the ground, unable to control your body. It’s at this point you notice the banana start to move. “Are… are those teeth?” you think to yourself. At this point the venom has taken full effect. You are alone and completely paralyzed, unable to do anything besides observe the banana as it starts moving towards you. Sharp teeth and beady black eyes are fully visible now. It ambles towards you clumsily, moving almost as if it were being controlled by invisible strings like a marionette. It reaches you and starts to chew. It is at this moment that you discover, much to your horror, that the venom is merely a paralytic, and not an anesthetic. Helpless to the venom, you can do nothing but watch as your blood slowly drains out onto the ground as the creature consumes you. Slowly, your vision begins to fade to black. You pass out, either from the pain or the blood loss, you’re not really too sure. You take one last look at the creature, then you’re gone forever.

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Anything hmm... how about this? Headcanons about Wukong and Macaque with a fem!S/O that got isekai'd from the Pokémon world! How would they react to a regular human mortal commanding powerful beasts who treats them like they were her family.

As for what Pokémon she has, I'll leave that up to you. Whatever sparks your imagination!

Bonus points if she acts like a mother-figure to MK while also making him picnic lunches for when he goes training.

Hope this will be fun for you to write! Thank you! 😊

Yup. This one's long so bear with me lol. I hope I did it right like you wanted

Wukong;

- Where. Were. You?

- All you remember was falling asleep with your Eevee next to you and then you're... Here?

- Luckily, your Eevee was still with you so you were not all that lonely.

- You wandered around this strange mountain, trying to figure out where you are and why your arms looked like a block and why THERE WERE NO WILD POKEMONS???

- And you ended up panicking when you realized you were trapped. How great.

- Luckily, you end up being found by Wukong who just happened to run into you

- He immediately got on defense mode because why would there be a stranger in his mountain unless they were looking for a fight?

- It did take a bit but he realized that you weren't a threat

- You explained your situation to him and the Monkey King listened closely, despite the far fetched story he seemed to believe your words.

- After the explanation he agreed to help you out and try to find your way back home

- He was honestly completely clueless as to what to do, so he just brought you somewhere else to chill and talk while you two think of a plan.

- When he first met you, he just wanted you off his mountain. But when talking with you and learning more about your world and you, he seemed to take a great appeal on you.

- Especially when you'd crack a joke, it made him laugh so hard

- You were also fascinated by how this world worked and that there are no Pokemons but instead demons.

- Talking with you never made Wukong this happy and it never made him laugh so hard, last time he laughed this good was when he was friends with Macaque and well... That was a long time ago.

- Before you knew it, it was already late and you two just wasted your time talking instead of figuring out a plan.

- Your Eevee was already asleep beside Wukong on his cloud and snuggled close to him, Wukong didn't seem to mind at all.

- Well, since you had nowhere to go now Wukong allowed you to stay at his place until you figured something out.

- Days and days passed, tho you enjoyed Wukong's company you eventually got bored sitting around and doing nothing, Wukong could tell by the way you seemed less and less cheerful each day

- You two still haven't figured out anything, because you didn't know how you got here in the first place. The best you could hope for was to go to sleep and wake up back in your realm.

- Wukong was a bit saddened that you were still worried about going home, he thought you liked it here and maybe would even consider staying with him ... But he should've guessed you probably have your own family and friends back home, you don't need him...

- To make it up to you, Wukong took you away to show you some places he knew of, he'd show you the Megapolis city too but you two never really went there because someone could recognize Wukong.

- Where you did stop though, was at a beautiful forest full of sunflowers.

- Seeing you so amazed by everything made Wukong happy, you looked so excited he couldn't help but be amused and tease you about it.

- Then, you don't know what happened, but as you two were talking you accidentally tripped and Wukong caught you

- Instead of letting you go and back away, he kept you in his arms

- The next thing you know, you two were reaching closer and closer to each other's face, looking at each other's eyes, then lips and eyes again...

- Just inches away from kissing, something made a crashing sound causing you two to get startled and snap out of the situation you were in

- You realized your Eevee was caught up in vines, and stuck, so you went to help him immediately, but also you were completely red by the whole situation.

- Wukong was red as well, he can't believe what he almost did. He just met you a few days ago, for god's sake!

- But his tail wagged happily when he looked back at that moment you two had just a second ago.

- Well, after that, as usual you hang out quite often.

- Wukong always cuddled you whenever he could, even if you met a few days ago he was quick to get affectionate with you and you didn't mind.

- But your Eevee was a bit jealous when Wukong wanted to cuddle with you instead of him.

- Your Eevee LOVED and adored Wukong, it's almost like Eevee loved him more than you 😭

- Then you met Mk.

- You two immediately bonded very well and Mk invited you to visit Megapolis with him so you don't get lost.

- Wukong allowed you to go but you could see he was a bit sad by it, so to make him feel better you kissed him on the cheek which did in fact, make him instantly happy, his tail wagging rapidly with a huge grin on his face.

- Going to the city with Mk was pretty nice, and you were very grateful for him for showing you around, you also met his friends! They're very nice and kind as well.

- Whenever Mk visited Flower Fruit Mountain, you'd always bake a peach cake or peach something (cause there were only peaches in this mountain) for both Wukong and Mk to feast on when they finished training.

- Wukong would eat way too much of those, he loved your cooking- especially if it included peaches in it

- When Wukong left you all alone on the Flower Fruit Mountain, he said he'd by away for a few days- and more importantly, away from Mk too, you weren't happy but respected his choice but didn't argue.

- After you found out about everything and where Wukong really was? Oh, boy, you were FURIOUS that he left Mk like that with such a stupid reason and you two had a serious talk.

- At least everything was alright after that.

- Then finally, after about two months figured out a way to go back to your home!

- Wukong was happy for you but he also felt deep loneliness and hurt in his heart, he didn't want you to leave.

- After thinking you left, he just went back to the Flower Fruit Mountain. The monkeys around noticed the sudden change in their King's mood and knew what happened.

- Wukong just sat on the tree in silence, he felt his heart empty as it usually was before he met you. He knew it would hurt yet he opened himself to you.

- After a few minutes, Wukong was surprised to hear you calling out his name and he immediately jumped down from the tree.

- "What happened? Did something go wrong?" Wukong was immediately confused and concerned as to why you were still here, Eevee was on your shoulder too.

- After you explained to him you wanted to stay with him, he was SO FREAKING HAPPY

- He hugged you so tightly and spun you around, which caused you to let out a laugh, you weren't expecting that

- And what you weren't expecting more was for Wukong to kiss you on your lips once he put you down on your feet, he still held you close to him.

- That night was beautiful and probably a moment that will forever stay in your memory and make you smile when you look back at it.

Macaque;

- Umbreon? I know, I'm very uncreative.

- When you found yourself in a different world, you immediately began to explore with your Umbreon close by you.

- You could only guess you somehow ended up in a different realm, but you weren't sure exactly how that happened.

- A lot of people around looked at you and your pokemon weirdly as you passed. You ignored their looks of course.

- Honestly you'd probably be wandering around for a few days until you met Macaque.

- It was by accident, you accidentally bumped into him once and when he saw you again a few days later, he did get a bit curious.

- Especially that weird looking creature with you, he could probably take it away from you and figure out how that thing works.

- So, first thing he did was meet you.

- You didn't trust him at first but after a few hours you explained that you weren't from this world.

- Macaque thought you were joking but when you explained everything to him he was a bit shocked and silent.

- He agreed to let you stay with him since he saw you had nowhere to go.

- Mostly he wasn't at the dojo, he'd be somewhere wandering around and hiding in the shadows.

- You didn't mind, you and Umbreon were still trying to figure out a plan of how to return home.

- When Macaque one night arrived injured, you were completely shocked and slightly concerned.

- Macaque thought you'd be sleeping right now so that's why he returned at night, but unfortunately he was wrong.

- He tried to tell he was okay and refused to let you bandage him up, but you weren't letting the topic go so he snapped at you.

- What he wasn't expecting was for you to snap back at him and pull him to the bathroom by his scarf.

- He couldn't do anything but let you bandage him up, he wasn't expecting for you to shout back at him and honestly he was a little impressed.

- But what he didn't understand more is why you were helping him with his injuries.

- When he asked you why, you replied "You let me stay here, and I want to return the favor. Even if it's something small like helping you with your injuries I'll do it. Plus, you shouldn't leave yourself to bleed like that, if you need me to help I will."

- And oh, god, the soft look you gave him caused him to have butterflies in his stomach and his mouth immediately closed before he could respond, his cheeks warm.

- That was the night he caught feelings for you, only he didn't realize it yet.

- Honestly, he was planning to bandage himself without you knowing or looking, but after that incident, every time he got in a fight and was injured he would let you bandage him.

- Of course, he knew how to treat his own wounds, that was just a excuse so he could be closer to you.

- And you definitely knew it but kept quiet about it.

- Macaque was originally going to steal your pet away from you but after spending some time with you and the way you'd do small gestures, whenever that be placing your hand on his shoulder he couldn't bring himself to do it.

- Your pet was weak anyway to be honest, and useless to him.

- So yes, he actually decided to help you and he'd stay with you up at night to figure out a plan with you.

- But due to that, he wasn't sleeping and you noticed by the way he seemed more sluggish than usual when you weren't looking and by the dark circles under his eyes.

- You'd usher him to bed despite his protests, and watch over him until he fell asleep.

- When he fell asleep, you started to read a book with Umbreon on your lap who was also taking a nap, but then you heard a whine.

- You looked down, it wasn't Umbreon, he was snoring quietly.

- But when you looked at Macaque, you realized his body was tense and his eyebrows were furrowed as he grunted, you could tell he was having a nightmare.

- You put Umbreon away and let him sleep on the chair while you hesitantly walked over to Macaque, you didn't want to wake him up since he just fell asleep after 30 minutes or so.

- Instead, you placed your hand on top of his in hopes it would soothe him.

- What you weren't expecting was for Macaque to grab your wrist and pull you harshy towards him until you were laying on top of him while he was hugging you.

- You were completely stunned, but he seemed to finally have calmed down and had a much more relaxing look on his face so it was worth it.

- After a few unsuccessful attempts of trying to escape his grip, you gave up and eventually fell asleep too.

- Oh boy, when macaque woke up he was blushing like crazy when he saw that he was holding you in his arms

- After that none of you address what happened and pretend like you never cuddled in the first place.

- You two spend a lot of nights together, Macaque would be close by your side and rest his head on your shoulder while you two looked through books to find something useful.

- Simple acts like that would end up being much more as days come and go, he'd be very hesitant but he'd wrap his tail around you too, and you'd rest your head on top of his. He did fall asleep like that once.

- He was so desperately touch starved but also didn't want to make the first move to hug you so you'd do it for him.

- After about a few months, you end up finding a way home and Macaque is really happy for you! Or so you thought, he's a good actor and he only pretended to be happy for your sake.

- You couldn't help but feel sad though, right as you were about to leave you hesitated and realized you wanted to stay here.

- Umbreon agreed to be with you too, he was taking a liking in Macaque as well.

- When you arrived back at the dojo, you immediately hugged Macaque leaving him stunned.

- You explained the situation and that you wanted to stay with him.

- Macaque was happy by it, though a sly grin was on his face, he truly was happy on the inside.

- What you weren't expecting was for Macaque to kiss you.

- You kissed him back of course, but the kiss grew heated and the next thing you know your back is pressed against the wall with your hands and legs wrapped around him while you two make out.

- Needless to say, you had a pretty... Memorable night you'd never forget.

S o b

I don't think I'm doing this right, it's like I'm writing a scenario, not a headcanon 😭

It's 2.4k words long 💀

#macaque x reader #sun wukong x reader #lmk macaque x reader #monkie kid x reader #monkie kid #lmk x reader #wukong x reader

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createserenity · 6 months

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So I don't really know where I'm going with this but I've been thinking recently that Crowley doesn't appear to perceive time like the rest of us. Is it really happening in a linear fashion for him? Does he really move from past to present to future or can he choose not to? Is he only moving in that direction most of the time because he's in a corporeal form and he needs to percevie the world like that most of the time in order not to go mad? Could he live outside time altogether if he chose to? Or is he experiencing time normally the way humans do but can also see the future? And if he can see the future is it in a controlled way, or does he get random glimpses when he doesn't expect it? Does he see possible futures but not know which one will come to pass?

(Side note - Aziraphale doesn't seem to have this ability, but perhaps he just doesn't use it - maybe all angels can live outside time if they wish to).

There's a bit of evidence that he doesn't experience time in a normal human fashion For a start he can stop time - that's very big and obvious so doesn't really need much discussion, apart from maybe to speculate over the place he takes Adam and Aziraphale when he does so before Satan's arrival. Is that an angelic realm outside time? Aziraphale certainly seems to relish how he feels when he's there, he looks satisfied, rolls his neck as if unwinding a tension and generally behaves in a way that suggests the place is relaxing and familiar to him.

There's also all the times that Crowley seems to know about things before humans invent them. I can buy that he could invent dark glasses - necessity is the mother of invention and all that, but helicopters? Why invent them? And how? Is he really some super amazing inventor or does he just know about them? If the latter then how? I suppose it could be argued that they are invented in heaven and then fed to the humans via angelic interference, but in that case why is it Crowley who knows and talks to Leonardo about helicopters? Also why would heaven invent them? It can't be hell, it's canonically established that they don't have imagination, which is needed to invent. So either Crowley is the inventor, or he knows what's coming for humanity because he can perceive the future in some way.

Same goes for handwashing. In S2E3 he tells the doctor about handwashing before it's a known medical practise and he also tells him that it will be all the rage in a few years. This takes place not long before humans discover its a good idea. It's a good joke, but again, how does he know that it will be all the rage in a few years? That's very specific. How does he know that very soon humans, who have failed to place significance on handwashing for millenia, will suddenly decide it's a good idea? You can argue that since he knows how earth was constructed he knows about germs and knows they are causing diseases and that hand washing will help, but its a bit of stretch in my view and also doesn't explain how he can be aware of the human timeline of this knowledge. Also why only mention this to someone now? And if he knows, Aziraphale knows, and you'd think Aziraphale would think to mention it to someone human much earlier if he was aware of it since it would alleviate human suffering.

I don't really know where I'm going with this to be honest or what it might mean (or even if I really think it's a thing at all if I'm honest) There's just a lot of theories around time and season two playing with the timeline and this weird stuff around Crowley and his perception of time might fit into it somewhere. Also Neil's future apocolyptic scene that he wanted to put in makes me very suspicious. Why would that fit in with what we see? Who would be seeing that future? I can't find the recount of what he said now, but I seem to remember he mentioned that the audience wouldn't know if it was a dream or vision. So is it one of Crowley's glimpses forward in time? If it is does it explain why he's so dead set on running away at the end?

I've seen a future where you go to heaven, angel, and it doesn't end well.

#good omens 2 #ineffable fandom #crowley and his weird timey-wimey thingsmeta #good omens meta #good omens analysis #good omens #crowley

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merao-mariposa · 1 month

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first writing that I publish at least a long-ish WIP: Draft of Death Family going to the realm of death, meeting Kristin and Mamamissa

Trips to visit family must be really interesting for the death family.

I can easily imagine them crossing the barrier between life and death as soon as they leave quesadilla because they want their children to experimente the dominion of the dead.

Yep, Missa owes his boss a lot of reports and Phil is absolutely delighted with the idea of finally seeing his wife again after everything did happend. Chay and Tallulah keep making fun of him about his constantly fluffy wings and the silliest smile on his face, and his cheeks blush however deep down they are really excited too, a little nervous but they definitely want to meet her.

It's halfway there, they are walking along the banks of the River Styx. It won't take long to get there, somewhere, anywhere, where The Goddess is. Dad Philza jokes that flying with the eggs would be faster and easier, because of course his wings had improved considerably in the last few weeks, but in the afterlife his wings were almost revitalized to the surprise of his children. Which was to be expected for an angel of death, surrounded by the dead realm.

Missa jokes that he would leave him behind, of course. Which Phil playfully rejects; is a loyal crow! He would never do that thing of leaving him behind.

He did it in purgatory.

But he didn't do it in prison!

¨No mames Phil, they were going to take us out sooner or later¨ Against the grim reaper's arguments the crow just rolls his eyes and fights back

¨when was the last time you crossed the river of souls, mate?¨

Missa sighs softly, he can't remember the last time he sailed the river. For a long time he has dedicated himself to harvesting souls to help them to make it to the afterlife.

Phil rests his hand on the small of his very platonic husband's back (in the realm of the dead, missa's real form is more likely to come out; he still avoids having a height comparable to that of the cellbit castle, right now? just He's 2 or 3 times Phil's size (he literally can't reach any higher, it's either that or grabbing his pants leg to comfort him) with a soft coo; ¨it's okay dude, don't worry about that¨

Chayanne interrupts the lively (not so much anymore) discussion between his dads before it gets angsty (it's an instinct), signing so quickly with his hands that it is almost difficult to translate what he said.

"Papa Missa can take us OVER the river???"

missa and phil look at each other, in fact that can shorten the path quite a bit, if it works.

This is how much of the way they spend with Tallulah and Chayanne on the shoulders of an even bigger Missa while Philza flies through the skies of said Death´s kingdom, sometimes perching with his children on the shoulders of his husband.

It's all fun and laughter until Tallulah signs a question; "why did Kristin gave me the gift of listening to my siblings". which causes Philza to reverse heis flight and Missa stops completely to see his hija. Chayanne blinks worried about what happened.

¨Tallulah, mi ninha-a, Kristin has no connection to anything on the island… she was blocked from it¨

¨But I know who was not blocked¨ Missa looks at Phil, more serious than he's ever been.

And Phil sighs before looking at his children softly to reassure them. ¨So guys, you wanna know your… erhm, ab-abuela, abuela?¨

#death duo #death family #qsmp missa #qsmp philza #qsmp #qsmp tallulah #qsmp chayanne #mamamissa #<---is that a tag??#now it is one #deathduo

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ashs-random-writing · 4 months

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Strange assumptions

Chapter one

Ao3

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Roman decided that he was bored of being a deity, and decided that he wanted to play pretend. Two years into masquerading as a mortal, he’s sure he’s mastered it.

His friends are glad that everyone in their circle is autistic

—

Roman was rather annoyed. As someone who constantly had to hide his true form from mortals, he was getting tired of being in the mortal realm. It wasn’t the worst, he had friends, he enjoyed the activities the mortal realm offered, but he didn’t like that he had to look like a human.

Humans were, first of all, tiny. As someone far more powerful than little mortals, he was supposed to be bigger than them. By a lot. Squishing down his form was still only one of his problems

He had to remove his horns, he had to change his skin, he had to make his eyes look more human-like, he had to dull down his teeth. It was exhausting. He looked what some humans would refer to as ‘demonic’, but he rejected that.

He was the physical incarnation of imagination of the fantasy genre. His horns were that of dragons, his skin the gold of a royal fae, his eyes the deep black of the darkest magic, his teeth the sharp of the mermaid, his voice that of a siren’s, his wings that of a fairy, and his ears of the elves.

And yet, he was forced to hide his beauty so as to not scare the little mortals. He didn’t mind too much, he liked the mortal realm otherwise. He had made himself a little identity as a human over the past two years.

Though, on the very very rare occasion that one would see his true form, they were scared. He found it somewhat funny, that they were so afraid of him, and he imagined how they’d react to his brother. His brother happened to embody the horror genre.

He hummed to himself as he walked around the town he had chosen to settle in for the past two years. He hadn’t worked out all the details of his persona just yet

He still hadn’t gotten a house. It was something that his human friends didn’t know, but they were asking why they’d never been to his house. Roman had no need for food, for sleep, or for anything that might mean he’d need a house

Usually on a nighttime, he’d walk to somewhere where no mortals were, like the woods, and he’d let his human form melt away. Luckily, no one who saw his true form made the connection between him and human-him.

Most people didn’t tell anyone about the giant they had seen, on account of not having the proof that would stop them from being called crazy. The rare few spiked a mild rumour, but it always faded out after a while.

Roman was glad. As much as he’d like to be himself more often, he’d rather not have to give up his little charade. He was having fun playing pretend.

He grinned, donning a red and gold outfit that his friends liked to say was a bit too extravagant, but Roman loved. He walked through town, towards the cafe where he was meeting his friends.

His friends were not yet there, but there were still several minutes left until their agreed meeting time. Logan always showed up exactly on time, and Virgil was usually late, and Patton was sometimes early, sometimes late, sometimes on time.

Roman enjoyed those little quirks. Humans had such range, in the way that they acted. It’s one of the things that made it bearable to play pretend as one of them.

He watched as the clock turned to 10:30 am, and suddenly Logan walked through the door. Right on time, as predicted.

“Logan! Hi,” he grinned, gesturing for the human to sit down. Logan returned the smile, not as enthusiastically, but Roman knew that Logan just wasn’t very good at outwardly showing emotion

“Roman, glad to see you early for once,” Logan said, in a tone that made it hard to tell if he was joking, but Roman had been friends with him since he had first decided to take up this little charade

He laughed

“Ah, well, you know me. Too many things going on to remember timings, but I was just so excited to see you all today!” He said, gesturing grandly

Logan shook his head slightly

“Of course… have the others shown up yet?” Logan asked, looking outside the window for a second, and then down at the table. Roman shook his head

“Not yet, but you know them, Patton will show up whenever he remembers, and Virgil will show up in about five minutes,” he said, watching the window

He hummed in thought

“Why does he show up almost exactly five minutes late every time we hang out, by the way?” He asked conversationally

Logan smiled

“He thinks it makes him look cooler, and that he doesn’t care about times, but he’s too anxious to show up any later than that,” he explained

His friends were great at observing

“Ah, that makes sense,” he nodded

People had strange little quirks, like Virgil, who tried very hard to be perceived as ‘cool’, but was far too worried about how people may think of him. Sometimes, he would find it hard to talk, but Roman didn’t mind

Logan had quirks too. Like the way he never changed his tone of voice, or had a hard time reading emotions. He liked talking about space, or bugs, or whatever cool thing he had decided to learn about

Patton also had quirks, with the way he was a lot clumsier than most humans, and he had a poor memory, leading to him being a little bit unpredictable. But he was very adamant about his morals, and little things he had to do

Roman liked to think he fit in quite nicely with his little group, despite not being mortal. Not that they knew that, of course, but he was thinking about potentially telling them. He and Logan talked for a few minutes, until the cafe door opened, revealing the tallest member of their group, Virgil.

Roman excitedly waved him over

“Hello!” He exclaimed, once Virgil had effectively slouched in the chair next to Logan

Virgil gave a two finger salute in greeting. Sometimes Virgil didn’t talk much.

Roman grinned widely.

They talked for close to two more minutes before Patton arrived

“Hi, guys- sorry I’m late!”

Patton wore a lot of little pins, some that Roman didn’t know the meaning of, but they looked cool. One was an infinity symbol coloured in rainbow stripes, one was blue and pink and white stripes, and another was just a cartoonish kitty.

They got to talking, and Roman had a lot of fun hanging out with them

Virgil brought up a topic a little later on in the hang-out session

“Did you guys hear that rumour got reignited? Someone else is claiming they saw that giant demon thing,”

Ah, right. An unfamiliar mortal had spotted him a few nights earlier.

Roman laughed

“Oh, please. That rumour has been resurfaced and re-buried a million times over since I’ve lived here. No one has brought any kind of new evidence, have they?” He said, smiling

He couldn’t let them figure him out without him telling them. He didn’t want his friends to be mad because he didn’t tell them.

He liked playing pretend. He liked his friends. He didn’t want to have to give up either of them because someone figured him out.

The conversation carried on progressing, away from Roman’s giant-form. He had to ignore his annoyance at being called a demon again. Getting upset over it would surely blow his cover

His friends left a little while later, and Roman decided to have a little wander. He smiled. He walked into the woods, and a small part of his disguise dropped with every step.

His teeth slowly sharpened, his skin slowly got shinier, and more gold in colour, and his eyes darkened. His horns slowly grew out of his hair, which had turned to blood red, rather than dark brown. He slowly grew in size until he was the size that reflected his perfect, powerful nature.

Soon enough, his form was his usual one, his wings sprouted from his back in a shimmering, glass-like shape.

He watched the stars, every little fairytale about them sprouting to mind. He was made to host them all. He knew that he had little freckles that looked like the stars, but they weren’t that prominent amongst the shining of his skin.

He could feel his jewellery wrapped around his horns. It was silver, contrasting to his skin of gold. There was a red ruby hovering in between silver chains. It was small to him, but compared to the things of the mortal realm, it was quite large.

He flexed his fingers, looking at his beautiful claws.

He basked in the ability to share his true form with minimal chance of being seen. He was in a different place than last time. He had several sparkling jewels, and he had quite a bit of jewellery

He enjoyed the feeling of it.

He soon heard a small inhale from the side of him. He looked towards it and saw a little mortal. It took a few seconds of staring for him to register who exactly it was

“Virgil,” he breathed out, almost in shock

Virgil was not supposed to have found him. He was going to tell Virgil and the rest of his friends on his own accord.

The little mortal looked scared, and he started to back away from Roman.

Roman impulsively grabbed him. He couldn’t let Virgil go and tell everyone before Roman had a chance to explain.

“Stop- stop squirming, just let me explain before you run away, okay?” He said, trying to keep a hold of his friend, who was very rudely making it hard for him.

“Virgil, stop! I’m not going to hurt you,” he tried in vain

“Look, I’ll put you back down on the ground if you promise not to run away, okay?” Virgil looked at him with wide eyes, and trembling breath.

Roman slowly lowered him to the ground and let go, preparing to grab again if his friend ran. Virgil took a few jittery steps back but didn’t start running.

“Okay…” Roman sighed, before continuing “Just, try not to freak out?”

He felt himself shrinking, his horns and wings retreating, and his skin taking on a more fleshy texture and look. His eyes would look human now as well, and his hair would‘ve darkened. Virgil stared at him

He smiled sheepishly

“Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but I was planning on telling you all next week. I’d understand if you’re mad at me for keeping this whole thing secret, but I had no clue how you’d respond, and I’ve had so much fun pretending to be human and I like you all being my friends, and I didn’t want to lose that if you reacted badly, and- and, oh my, I’m rambling again.. just- sorry,” he spoke quickly, wringing his hands together

Virgil gaped at him.

“Roman?! You- you’re the demon thing?”

Roman groaned

“Ugh, why does everyone assume I’m a demon? I mean, what kind of demon has my looks, what kind of demon has fairy wings?” He crossed his arms

Virgil stared at him, obviously in shock

Roman ran a hand through his hair in stress, only to realise something

“Oh dear, my hair is simply a mess,” he said, conjuring a mirror to hand, and looking at his hair.

It always was somewhat dishevelled after he turned into his mortal form; his horns tended to mess with its structure. Today, it seemed worse. He magically changed his hair a few times until it looked absolutely perfect.

He turned back to Virgil, who was staring at him with some kind of emotion that Roman didn’t know enough about mortal emotion to identify.

“Did you really have to fix your hair right now?” He asked, almost bitingly

Roman blinked in surprise. Of course he did; his hair was a mess, it needed to be fixed.

Virgil looked at his face and sighed

“Okay, never mind. If you don’t mind me asking, if you aren’t a demon, then, uh, what are you?”

Roman paused for a moment, trying to find the correct words.

—

Virgil had a small, tight-knit group of friends. There was him, Patton, Logan, and Roman. There was sort-of an unspoken acknowledgment that all of them had autism.

Logan had a few accommodations he brought places, like earplugs, and a rubix cube if he got overwhelmed. He had a hard time reading and expressing emotions, but he was pretty nice and very thoughtful.

Patton was very open about his autism, wearing pins and bringing a lot of fidget toys around. He had a lot of trouble with coordination and fine motor skills, but he was always trying to make something. Patton also, unfortunately, was quite bad at telling when someone was taking advantage of him

Roman didn’t often mention his autism, but he was always fidgeting with something. He was always overly expressive, and didn’t always understand social rules, and had a bit of volume control difficulty. He always wore the same silver bracelet. He clearly had a special interest in fairytales, as well

Virgil had a lot of sensory issues, meaning he often had his headphones on and his hoodie. He sometimes went non-verbal, but his friends were very supportive about it. He wasn’t very good at talking to people, so he had quite a bit of anxiety

But, he was mostly fine around his friends. He had known them for years, after all. He had fun hanging around with them.

There was a rumour that floated around their town every so often: that there was a giant demon in the woods.

Virgil didn’t really believe in it, but there were several people who had claimed to have seen it. They all said that it was just sat there, doing whatever, and that it would look at them, and ignore them as it went back to what it was doing.

Virgil didn’t know what to think. The rumour only resurfaced every 4 months or so.

He and his friends hung out about once a week, and they enjoyed chatting. They had never been to Roman’s house, though, but he didn’t mind. Some people just didn’t like having people in their house.

After their hang out session this time, he noticed that Roman just walked into the woods. It was getting dark, he’d hate to know that something could’ve happened to Roman because Virgil just let him wander into the woods at night

He, after a long moment of deliberation, decided to follow him. He couldn’t see where Roman was any more, but he just carried on walking.

It was fully dark before he found something. He froze in place, looking at the giant before him

It had golden skin, shining in the moonlight, and blood red hair. It’s horns were long and twisting, fading from gold to black, and it had a red outfit. It was adorned in silver jewellery, wrapping around its horns, its arms, and its hands. He inhaled sharply, and it looked at him

It had eyes darker than the sky, and teeth sharper than its horns. It stared at him, before speaking.

How- how did it know his name? There was something familiar in the voice, but it sounded different, almost inhuman.

He took a shaky step back, but it lunged, wrapping its hand around him, and giving Virgil a close up of the razor sharp claws.

He was lifted off the ground and he struggled relentlessly against the grip, trying to get away

“Look, I’ll put you back down on the ground if you promise not to run away, okay?” It said, readjusting its grip on him.

Virgil nodded, trying to suppress his panic. He was very slowly placed on the ground.

He took a few quick steps back, but didn’t get too far, wary of the giant creature’s hands that were still very close to him

“Okay…” It sighed, a loud sound that had an accompanying gust of wind “Just, try not to freak out?”

Don’t freak out? That was a bit late, he thought bitterly, before finding his eyes transfixed on its slowly changing body.

Its form grew shorter, its horns depleted and its skin turned from golden to brown. The jewellery it wore slowly disappeared until it was nothing but a very familiar silver bracelet. Its hair darkened to a very dark brown.

He stared in shock as that thing turned into his friend. He couldn’t correlate the two in his mind. He stared as Roman launched into a rambling explanation about what was going on

He couldn’t listen.

“Roman?! You- you’re the demon thing?” He said after a few seconds

Roman protested against the demon allegations, before seemingly realising that his hair was a mess

Virgil was almost in shock, as Roman paused the whole revelations to fix his hair, with a mirror that had supposedly appeared from nowhere

Virgil rubbed his forehead after determining that Roman had really, actually decided that right then was the perfect time to do his hair.

“Okay, never mind. If you don’t mind me asking, if you aren’t a demon, then, uh, what are you?” He asked, almost tentatively.

Roman fidgeted with his hands and paused for a moment

“Well, I think the best word to use would be deity. I’m the physical representation of imagination in the fantasy genre,”

Virgil blinked

What did that even mean? What was Roman talking about?!

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@a-chilly-pepper @da3dm

#sanders sides gt #sanders sides fic #sanders sides story #sanders sides g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny #sanders sides au #sanders sides #sanders side fic #g/t #autistic characters

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zeevoidlight · 6 months

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I wonder...

I don't know how people came to the headcanon that the Hero's Shade/The Hero of Time came back to Hyrule and died in this armor as part of the royal knights defending Zelda, probably in a great battle. Maybe it's a manga thing or a popular theory. But I have a different headcanon to why he might look like that.

His armor doesn't look at all like something from Hyrule. Is not Hylian, Goron, Zora or Gerudo, or anything similar. But I do feel like it makes sense with the type of shapes and decorations from Termina, from the Stone Tower temple and Ikana more closely. At least according to what I see. There's a lot more sand tones and reds, more round shapes and decorations that feel like painted that fill the blank spaces to make them pop up. I think his armor is so strange because it's supposed to make us understand that he died elsewhere, somewhere like Termina to connect the dots backwards to Majora's Link.

There is still of course all those things that theories point out to suggest that Link didn't stayed in Termina and actually came back to settle with Malon to eventually make Twilight Link a direct descendant of him, and I do believe that there's truth there too. But at the same time I don't see how that makes it impossible for him to not be able to go back and forth between the two realms like the Happy Mask Salesman does or Skullkid himself (unless you believe that Termina was a dream or illusion). Termina is like Wonderland but is not a dream, is just another dimension accessible through the Lost Woods portal.

So, if I may, what I think is that he stayed in Termina for a while when the Majora's mask ordeal ended. After all there's a huge gap we don't know anything about the hero of time, his entire young and adult life, and then we skip to many years after his death in the era of his descendant.

I have the headcanon that he had to stay to perform with the Indigo-go's at the festival after Majora was defeated, and also had to explain Lulu the situation of her being a single mother of six at least (where they six? I don't remember), finish some side quests that needed to be repeated but with a bit more time for it. Maybe even be with skullkid enough for him to later carve that image of both Link and himself playing together, like wanting to immortalize a good memory of both having a good time and not just it being in skullkid's imagination of what it might have been if Link stayed longer or just symbolism of their friendship. It makes for a better story to me.

Then, maybe a little grown up to say.. his appearance in his adult form (17 yo), Link returned to Hyrule and found himself being flooded with memories (I'm decorating the explanation a bit), and visiting places he and Malon crossed paths again. They become friends, fall in love (maybe encouraged by Talon between jokes and being serious), and they start to have a life in the ranch as a couple with some kids.

But it doesn't take to long until that desire of being a hero creep again into his mind. Link just can't let go the feeling that he needs to make honor to that title by being a hero, and people need to know of his deeds, is his responsibility and the weight he has to carry. But the only place that could fulfill that desire is beyond Hyrule and probably beyond Termina. We are assuming Ganondorf's execution hasn't yet occured but will be in Link's time, just later. For now Hyrule was at peace. Is the job of the hero to never let his guard go down and wait for a disaster to occur.

So with that in mind, he started to go back to Termina. For longer periods each time trying to find the next threat that might find it's way into Hyrule (because that's the only thing he's learned from childhood if anything), promising Malon he'd come back, taking longer and longer trips each time. Leaving useful things for the next hero in case he didn't return. But why Termina? Because as Aonuma has said, Termina is named like that because it's a Terminal, like an airport, so it might be kind of like a Hub to get access to other worlds, or where other dimensions connect to.

He found nothing though.

But, if you believe in the Stone Tower temple theory by Monster Maze, which is very cool and interesting on its own but basically it says that the tower is not from Termina or Hyrule, is a portal to a realm beyond Gerudo desert, so if you subscribe to that theory like I do then we can create a narrative with it. Let's say that our Link here started to investigate this temple, and that he found the Realm that connects to the tower, he found the people that built it. Or maybe he just found something more in the kingdom of Ikana, a new conflict or a mystery to solve. He should be a full adult person by then. He found another adventure and another realm that needed his help. He donned the armor, he fought his battles, but he died there. And he couldn't go back to Hyrule and Malon again... At least not alive. I don't know what kind of magic or properties that realm might have had because it's all a supposition based on theories upon theories of something that's been left to each person's imagination, but Ikana itself is very much connected to the Dead and it's curse is such a powerful one that it can't be undone. I do want to believe that some time after his death he came back to "life" technically as a stalfos (because stalfos are cool, shut up), or a revenant (revenants have one or two eyes lit up with an unnatural light, so it might not even be that he lost an eye in battle, is just his revenant eye after death signifying his unfinished business), and he probably had more adventures in that new form until he managed to return to Hyrule.

But changing from realm to realm made him became a ghost of sorts (like the ones in Twilight's courtyard), maybe changing from realm to realm as an undead/stalfos/revenant made his body more intangible. And then his spirit just wandered around as his chosen form, a golden wolf. In part because he chose that form, in part because it was a sort of calling from the triforce to take that form.

Until he felt a familiar aura. The aura of the new hero, the Hero of Twilight. Finally he would be able to ease his regrets...

That's my headcanon at least.

Also... Why is he so tall as the Shade, you ask. Well, he's a shade, a shadow. Not in the literal sense but as his title says he is the Hero's shade as in regrets, the hero's regrets. The shadow of guilt that always followed him, himself. So, in a poetic way his shadow of regret is bigger than him, and it manifests physically bigger too... Or y'know, why are there stalfos, poes and ghouls as big as houses in the Zelda universe. I guess that's just something you can do after you die.

That all. No closing thoughs other than the hero's shade, ocarina of time Link, the hero of time, is one of my favorite characters of all time.

#loz #legend of zelda #hero's shade #link #ocarina of time #majoras mask #hero of time #loz theory #headcanon #supposition

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randomprose · 20 days

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plans for the future

written for the satosho server weekly prompt: wedding [ao3] set after 221

“Hey,” Shoko calls Satoru’s attention as she pulls off her surgical gloves and he’s getting dressed. “Don’t die.”

“Of course, I won’t. Didn’t I say I’d win?” Satoru scoffs as he pulls down his shirt. “What, you doubtin’ or something?”

Shoko’s check-up is more thorough than usual and her reversed cursed technique practically swept him from head to toe despite Satoru not needing any healing. Not since he got out of the Prison Realm days ago anyway and even then it’s not like he sustained any real damage from being sealed in the box for nineteen days other than severe boredom. But Satoru supposed that’s just a necessary precautionary measure for tomorrow’s fight and Shoko is a pro after all.

“No. It’s just that…” Shoko chews the inside of her cheek, mulling over her words as she leans on her table. Her eyes trained on Satoru still perched on her examination table. “I have plans for us.”

“Oh? And what would those plans be?”

She reaches back to the drawer under her desk for a small back velvet box and casually tosses it in his direction. Satoru deftly catches it, eyes widening when he looks down at what it is.

Whatever thoughts Satoru has when Shoko said she has plans for them goes flying out the window. He opens the box to see what’s inside and—yep this was definitely not one of them. Not even his all-knowing Six Eyes saw this one coming.

“Shoko!” Satoru gasps as the ring glints up at him. “Shoko!”

“What? I’m right here.”

“You’re not serious?!”

“As serious as five hundred thousand yen.”

“Five hundred thou—You’re seriously not serious?!”

Shoko, Ieri cheapskate Shoko, whom Satoru has rarely ever seen pay for anything (if at all!) in her life since becoming friends with him, just bought him a five hundred thousand yen engagement ring.

“I can just take it back if you—”

“No!” Satoru turns and raises his arms so the box is out of her reach. “No. You said you have plans for us.”

“I did.” Plans which got derailed because of this whole shit show but, eh, it is what it is. “I do.”

“Slow down, doc. I haven’t even said yes and you’re already saying your I do’s?” Satoru smirks, all too giddy and smug at this sudden development. “A little presumptuous of you, no?”

“Like I said, I can always take it back. Those plans aren’t set in stone anyway.”

Satoru doesn’t rise to her teasing this time, too caught up staring at the ring nestled in blue velvet cushion. It’s a platinum band with six diamonds embedded in it. No doubt customized because the diamonds are the same purple shade as her eyes, which Satoru always said he likes.

But the best thing about it is that Shoko has infused each diamond with her cursed energy.

Fuck. Dammit. Satoru thinks he’s going to cry.

“You bought me an engagement ring,” Satoru says, soft and reverent. “And you have plans for us.”

“Yes, Gojo, we’ve already established that.” Fuck sakes. He’s holding the damn ring in his hand. “And?”

“Uggghh,” Satoru groans because he’s dramatic and a diva and a goof and Shoko wants to marry his ridiculous ass. “What the hell, man? This is sooo unromantic!” Shoko rolls her eyes and Satoru has to fight tooth and nail so his petulant pout doesn’t turn into a giddy grin. “Like, where’s the build-up? The romance? Dude, you didn’t even get me flowers! And what? You couldn’t even get on one knee and pop the question properly? So unromantic, Shoko. Seriously.”

He’s joking, of course. Satoru knows Shoko doesn’t have the time or the patience or even the imagination (or the stomach) for all that mushy shit. In any case, he doesn’t really care about all of that because he’s already so fucking ecstatic.

Sure, it’s not his dream proposal exactly, but that’s only because he’s always envisioned it would be somewhere grand and romantic (like Paris or their high school classroom or in spring when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom), and he would be the one going down on one knee (in his best suit with his hair styled slick back for a more devastating effect and a sure ‘yes’) and catching Shoko off guard.

Then again, Satoru thinks as he looks at Shoko across from him lips quirked in a minuscule smile, the woman has somehow always been three steps ahead of the Six Eyes.

All in all, Satoru supposes the school infirmary with Shoko saying she has plans for them and beating him to the punch isn’t a bad way to get engaged.

“Tell you what,” Shoko says as she crosses the short distance between them and gently pries the box from his hand. “When you finish the fight and come back alive—that’s a requirement, dumbass, you hear me?—then I’ll propose. Properly. I’ll give you romance and the build-up. I’ll buy you flowers and have a speech. The whole shebang. Hell, I’ll even get down on one knee.”

Because not only is Shoko always three steps ahead of him but she also never ceases to surprise and defy Satoru’s expectations.

“Really?”

“Really. I promise I’ll get down on my knees.” Shoko pockets the velvet box and shoots him a heavy look through long lashes and half-lidded eyes. “In more ways than the one.”

“Oh.” Satoru is slow on the uptake but his eyes follow the way Shoko smirks as she licks and bites her lip and finally gets it. “Oh.”

“Hey! Can we get this thing wrapped up quick?” Satoru shouts after Sukuna amidst the rubble. “I’ve got a proposal to get to!”

“Oh, you’re proposing? How cute.”

“No, I’m getting proposed to,” Satoru says primly, firing another Red. Sukuna is hit but easily regenerates. “But that will only happen after I finish you! So. Chop-chop! Come on!”

“It’s the reverse cursed technique user, isn’t it? Good for you I guess. You couldn’t do better than her,” Sukuna shrugs, getting ready to use Dismantle again. Satoru barely reinforces Limitless at how weirded out he is that he and Sukuna are agreeing on something. “She certainly could do better. My condolences to her though.”

“I know, right?! She’s really great! The best! I’m so—hey! What do you mean by that?!”

“Hey, uhh so,” Satoru rubs the back of his head sheepishly, sunglasses dipping down his nose as he looks down. “Listen. So, Shoko. She’s—”

“Yeah, I know,” Suguru cuts him off.

“You do?”

“I’ve been watching this whole time, idiot. Of course, I know.”

“Pfft. Creep.”

“You’re the creep.” Suguru shoves him and then smiles. Genuinely. Beatifically. “Congratulations.”

“Yeah. Yeah, thanks. I, uh—” Satoru sniffles, and looks away before thinking ‘fuck it!’ and pulling Suguru into the tightest bear hug they’ve ever shared both in the living and the afterlife. “I wish you could be there, man,” he chokes out.

“Me too,” Suguru answers. His voice breaks at the end and his eyes are shiny when they pull apart. “Take care of each other, yeah?”

“I’ve been trying, but you know how she is, dude! Swear to god she only listens to you,” Satoru grumbles as he rolls his eyes and Suguru chuckles. “Well. I’ll head for North for now.”

“Yeah. You kept her waiting and worried long enough. Good luck with that, man.”

“Tch. Don’t remind me. I’ll be lucky if she still hasn’t changed her mind.”

“She hasn’t,” Suguru assures him, all-knowing. “See you later, Satoru. Tell Shoko I said hi.”

“Yeah. See you later, Suguru.”

Satoru wakes up to the blinding fluorescent light and the familiar sterilized smell of the school's infirmary.

“Hey,” Shoko comes into his line of vision and Satoru smiles. What a sight for sore eyes. “Welcome back.”

“I’m back,” he croaks as he nuzzles into the palm caressing his face and the familiar curse energy it’s emitting. “I talked to Suguru while I was out. He says hi.”

“You did, huh? Only took him this long to check in on me and he even had to do it with a proxy? Bastard.” Shoko smirks and rolls her eyes in jest. Then her expression softens into a small smile, eyes losing their sharp edges as she looks down at Satoru and runs a hand through his unruly grimy hair. “Scared me there for a second. Thought I went all the trouble to buy a ring for nothing.”

“I changed my mind.”

“Oh? You talked to Suguru and suddenly you got a change of heart? Tch. Men. Figures.” She still hasn’t let go of him, touch ever soft and gentle as she continues to run healing hands over him, pumping him with her reverse cursed technique and breathing life into him. “That’s fine, I suppose. The ring is still well within the 30-day return period anyway.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. What the hell? You think you’d get out of it that easily? Fat chance, lady. I just…” Satoru takes one of her hands in his. “I don’t want all the trimmings. Just ask me now, Shoko.”

“You sure? Infirmary’s full so we’re in the morgue right now, you know? So. Not very romantic. And neither of us has showered in days and I literally just put you back together. Are you—”

“I don’t care.” Satoru brings her hand up to his lips. “Shoko, I really don’t care.” A giddy smile spreads on his face and is mirrored by her even as she purses her lips to contain it. “Ask me now, Shoko.”

“Tch. So impatient. And to think I made all the reservations and ordered flowers too. I even had a speech typed up and memorized.”

“Oh, shut up. As if you did. Cut to the chase already, Ieiri.”

“Gojo Satoru, I’m giving you a lifetime pass to be a pain in my ass. So,” Shoko gets the velvet box from the pocket of her lab coat, ignores Satoru’s delighted crow of ‘Has that been there the whole time?!’, and smiles when he hears him gasp as she kneels on one knee in the infirmary’s linoleum floors. “Wanna get hitched?"

Satoru thinks about fooling around, of making a quip or two as he is wont to do.

But Shoko is kneeling on one knee and her hands are pink and red stained with his blood as she holds up the ring she had customized and infused with her cursed energy so everyone can know who Satoru belongs to. Her eyes are bloodshot and bruised, evidence of the long hours she spent breathing life back into him. There’s a tired but soft smile on her face, and she is so, so beautiful.

In the end, the only thing that came out of Satoru was a breathy ecstatic, “Yes.”

notes: satoru's ring | shoko's ring

#satoru buys shoko a matching ring made of diamonds and sapphires because of course he does #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satoshoko #satosho #gojo satoru #ieiri shoko #satoshoko fic #jjk fic #writing

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Hi there! so glad to see you posting again I like a lot of what you have to say about Snape. I noticed you say a few times tho that your visual headcanon for Snape isn't conventionally attractive and I just wondered if you had any reference of what he looks like in your mind? An actor or other famous person? just someone like that?

I'm just curious how you imagine Snape because I admit I just see Alan Rickman as Snape in my head since I started with the movies as a kid and didn't read the books a few until years later. It always interests me so much when people say they read the books before the movies or read the books with the movies coming out and saw Snape as someone else.

Its ok if you can't think of anyone just thought I'd ask. thx!

Hello!

*waves enthusiastically like an idiot with zero chill*

I get so giddy when someone sends me an ask like this so I hope no one thinks I don't enjoy questions about Snape or my headcanons. As anyone who knows me knows, I think a lot and especially about those things I love so I always have lots of thoughts rolling around in my head I can be positively overeager to share with anyone interested.

So to answer your question, I don't have a specific person pinned down that is 100% like how I picture Snape in my mind but some close candidates would be a young Adrien Brody (which I think is common enough among Snape fans as a choice, right there with Adam Driver these days), obviously the man that JKR based Snape around, John Nettleship, someone like Adarsh Jaikarran as a potential Hogwarts-era and early 20s Snape (even if he is more good-looking than I usually lean, in some pictures he just channels Snape vibes for me quite a bit) and a very young Julian Richings if you've ever seen photos of him in his younger years (I have two here for you so you can see my point a bit, here and here).

Ironically, Julian Richings in the later years of his acting career would probably have been my first choice for a Voldemort fan cast back in the day when any Harry Potter reboot was purely in the realm of the hypothetical (I mean, c'mon, look at this and tell me you can't see it too) but as JKR is an unapologetic anti-feminist/TERF I provide no monetary support to any of her projects including any licensed games, the watching of future reboots or purchasing of future tie-in books in the HP universe, officially licensed HP merchandise, or even by giving traffic to what was formerly Pottermore, etc.

All I bring to the fandom now is my fan theories and love for Snape, which she not only does not benefit from but never seemed entirely at peace with given how the character got away from her and took off. I can't think of a better way to spite someone so utterly spiteful herself than to take the character she was most shocked by people loving in any capacity and celebrate him in every incarnation (gay, bi, trans, ace, autistic, poc, etc.) with my queer, gender-nonconforming little heart while she gets zero money off me for it.

Anyway I hope the visual guide gives you a little more insight into my mind. I've never seen Snape as "ugly" (even when I joke my Snape is "ugly" and I like him that way) but my mental picture of him is of a man whose looks might fall into that unconventionally attractive sphere or what some people call homely. Occasionally I veer off that a bit, as with Adarsh Jaikarran, oh, oh! And also Lee Soo Hyuk, Song Jae-Rim and Kento Yamazaki (ever since I saw him in the live-action Bloody Monday manga series adaptation)!

But yes, my favorite Snape and the Snape I love isn't usually model attractive but also not quite the gargoyle Harry describes (that kid had some ridiculously high standards of beauty tbh, about the only characters he didn't have mentally critical notes on their appearance was the unnamed Veela, Fleur, and Narcissa Malfoy so yeah he totally thought "Draco's mom has got it going on..." Lol!) but somewhere in that "unconventional" categorization of attractive which I feel really suits a man who so often defies easy categorization in general.

(Excuse all the edits. After I gave a few examples more started hitting me and I was like ohhhhh I should have shared them, why didn't I think to share them? So I may come back and make more edits throughout the day, no promises I won't! Lol)

#severus snape #pro snape #snape community #snape fandom #snapedom #snape headcanon #fuck jkr #anti jkr

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Today on my morning walk, I ended up thinking about Moshang at the same time that I was thinking about a person in my life who used to be a “I don’t want a dog” person but became a full-convert dog person.

Now, it’s super cute to imagine Shang Qinghua with a cute dog, but if he was a “I don’t want a dog” person, then I think he would be a “‘I don’t want a dog’ and means it” person. Doesn’t want the mess. Doesn’t want the responsibility. Couldn’t afford it in his past life and has never entirely understood the hype about dogs anyway (there’s a low-hanging joke revolving around Mobei-Jun being compared to a fat tiger, Bingpup, and Shen Qingqiu going, “What’s wrong with you? EVERYONE likes dogs,” and Shang Qinghua going, “Some people like cats, bro,” somewhere in here). I mean, if the opportunity came up to pat a cute dog, he’d take it, but he doesn’t really want one of his own.

So, I’m imagining Mobei-Jun as a “‘I don’t want a dog’ but will transform into a dedicated dog parent the second he gets hit with the unconditional love of a dog” person as a counterpoint to Shang Qinghua in this AU.

He’s never had any pets before. He’s basically never been near any kind of canine creature that wasn’t trying to kill him. But then some demon lord will gift him with a demon puppy from their prize dog’s latest litter (it’ll probably grow larger than a horse) or Mobei-Jun will stumble across some pathetic and totally normal stray dog in the Human Realm that reminds him of Shang Qinghua that any other demon would consider a snack, and then Mobei-Jun will be a goner. Like one of those fervent “NO PETS!” dads who, like, a month later, ends up letting the pet nap on his chest. Nobody is expecting this.

He will nap cuddled up with the dog. He’ll go hunting just to make the dog special meals. He will personally groom the dog with special brushes. The dog will have special fancy collars and servants to make sure its special routine is followed no matter what Mobei-Jun’s duties are. The dog has the fanciest bed any dog has ever had but is allowed on all the furniture. It’s a surprisingly well-trained and well-behaved and friendly dog, but it is spoiled.

And Shang Qinghua has no idea what to do with this. Like, he didn’t get to write Mobei-Jun really having any hobbies...? And this is fine?? He guesses???

If it’s the normal stray dog instead of a killer wolf thing, Shang Qinghua could live with the dog if people would just stop saying it looks like him. If it’s the killer wolf thing, Shang Qinghua is mostly just like, “So this is what it’s like to be a pet hamster living in the same house as a terrier. I’m going to die.” (And Mobei-Jun is like, “You are not going to die. Stop being dramatic.” To which Shang Qinghua can only point out that when the dog lies down on his legs, he can’t get up.)

#tossawary svsss #fic ideas #shang qinghua #mobei jun #moshang #moshang adopts a dog au

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You say Reddits and Tiktok are war-zones and its a bad place to be a Elucien and Gwynriel shipper. I've never been on those websites and I'm not planing to but I made mistake of searching "Gwynriel" on twitter and MY GOD it's bad!! Like if twitter its like that and a small part of SJM fandom are there then I don't know what is happening on Tiktok and Reddits!?

You know I always say that Sarah's books reached the wrong audience because of Tiktok for advertising it as a smut books, which they're way more than that. Why do you think when you ask everyone their fav bat boy they say Azriel? Because he has "the biggest wing-span" but what about his character? Nothing. when I first read the books I was ready for Az to be my fav too but all I got was this confusion over what people has been crazy about?

Or why do you think Nesta is now everyone's fav sister and they starts hating on Feyre? Because she's badass and been mean and cruel to every living thing and people find this hot and Feyre decided to have a child with her mate (which I've come to realize so many people hate it when the character has child which I don't understand it at all. Shaming a woman for wanting a baby of her own wasn't supposed to be a thing in 2023 but here we are) and have a little art studio like she always wanted.

What people tend to forget is that these books are so much more that some some sex scenes and supposedly badass female characters.

Don't get me wrong I've grown to love Nesta in her book (and that's because I saw myself in Nesta in so many ways that it even shocked myself) and I'm hundred percent sure I would love Az's or literally any other character who are going to have their story shared but honestly its a shame that these books are reduced to this and a ship war we have no control over because Sarah will write whatever is best for her characters and won't listen to you little idea of 3 brothers x 3 sisters you've been obsessed with like your life depends on it.

And I'm so scared for Sarah and glad that she's not in social media anymore. I can only imagine the death threats these people will send her when the books don't turn out the way they want.

You know, you draw attention to a sad fact.

I do think too many people rely on what others tell them about the books on social media rather than making sure it matches with what is in the books.

It's fine to read all the theories but you have to fact check and make sure what's being said is true rather than blindly spreading them around the fandom as genius takes even though there are glaringly obvious holes that can be poked in them.

Even the rumor that Az has the biggest wingspan, a rumor that will not die.

It was a joke Feyre made to Rhys because she could tell he was stressed about heading to the CON. Can you really imagine her telling the guy she's starting to feel something for that he's got a smaller dick than his friend? 🤣

And just because of that worry, just to get that tightness off his face, even for these few minutes before we faced his unholy realm beneath that mountain, I said over the wind, “Amren and Mor told me that the span of an Illyrian male’s wings says a lot about the size of … other parts.” His eyes shot to mine, then to pine-tree-coated slopes below. “Did they now.” I shrugged in his arms, trying not to think about the naked body that night all those weeks ago—though I hadn’t glimpsed much. “They also said Azriel’s wings are the biggest.” Mischief danced in those violet eyes, washing away the cold distance, the strain. The spymaster was a black blur against the pale blue sky. “When we return home, let’s get out the measuring stick, shall we?”

Rhys has seen Azriel's dick and he doesn't seem all that threatened.

There is an interview SJM did, I have it posted somewhere on my blog, but she was asked who actually had the biggest wingspan and she said that while she has her own thoughts about it (my guess is Rhys considering she said he'd be the ojey thing she'd take to a deserted island) she leaves it open ended for the reader to decide for themselves.

So people getting super obsessed over Az because they think SJM confirmed he's the biggest makes me shake my head.

And shaming Feyre for her choices is someone saying, "Hey! You can't do important things once you have kids!" which is the mentality women have been dealing with in the workplace for decades.

Feyre is a warrior sure.... but there's only going to be so many battles. These characters will eventually have lives that aren't full of war and rallying forces and it's logical for SJM to create a storyline that gives her purpose and a reason to step back and let the other characters shine.

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asks about kaida? don't mind if i do

what does kaida rhink about the other children in the ninja team (arin - sora - wyldfyre )

if she could die her hair any color which colro would she choose

is jay ever going to drag her to therapy

what is her vaforite fruir

would she go insane over hot chocolate or not

and one last one: when is her brithday and woul dhr celebarte it

Ty for the asks!!!

-Of the team she would probably get along with best is Wyldfyre, they would have fun making jokes and getting into trouble so it would be impossible to leave them unsupervised for less than an hour. I also imagine that Wylfyre of the kids would be the least interested in the whole amnesiac Jay drama, or that Kaida and Jay are such jerks to the entire team in the beginning. Like, she just wouldn't care and that's why it would be easier for Kaida to interact with her.

with Arin, I don't know why, but I imagine their friendship would be like that of Aang and Toph from ATLA, like siblings who fight sometimes with Kaida calling Arin nicknames and things like that. ALSO it would be important for these two to have something in common and that is that Arin really has no problem taking out an enemy, you know, by killing them, even if it goes against Lloyd's teachings. It would be curious for Kaida how someone who is practically a cinnamon roll at the same time he has her mentality of quickly having no problem killing if he needs it.

And with Sora, it's really interesting because I've been thinking about these two interacting and apart from coming from quite oppressive and strict realms, they are extreme opposites in many ways. Sora was the Imperium's prodigy that everyone had high hopes for but once she realized how badly things were working in her kingdom, her family completely abandoned her and she ran away the first chance she got. Meanwhile Kaida was a rebellious girl in whom no one had expectations, and she tried to run away and failed. But once she had a family she had no problem staying in the Administration even if she was aware to some extent of how bad that system was. So I think it would be interesting for them to interact and think about how they practically reacted in quite different ways to the problems of the places where they lived.

-I had this idea from @fancypersonaskeletonturtle, and that is that if Kaida could dye her hair it would probably be something reddish or white because fox colors.

-maybe later because that would require Kaida to agree to go to therapy to which she would just go into denial and say "traumas? pfff I don't have any trauma". guess who she learned it from

-She is not a fan of fruit but her fav would be kiwi.

-ACTUALLY, I have a christmas one shot of Kaida trying hot chocolate for the first time and deciding that she would be happy to drink that for the rest of her life; so yes. If it were up to her she would drink that every day instead of water.

-Her birthday is July 24. Since there are really no celebrations of any kind in the Administration, it would be strange for her to celebrate her birthday, but once she gets used to the idea of gifts she would ask to go camping somewhere really cool (she loves traveling between kingdoms more than material gifts).

Thanks for the ask, I love rant about the hellspawn

#ninjago #ninjago oc #kaida walker

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onesunofagun · 2 years

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WAIT

Is that--

OKAY.

There are TWO major things (and one minor thing) about Ganondorf’s headgear here that I feel the need to point out at least to myself:

First of all-- That thing is PIERCED into his SKIN.

Secondly-- That’s not a topaz jewel or polished gold. If you watch closely, that goes inwards, like a hollow. That is a portal-looking OPEN HOLE in his HEAD. That’s not Malice, and that’s not Green Spiritual/Vital Energy.

That is molten gold swirly mystic stuff INSIDE Ganondorf’s head? It moves around, with a sense of depth, but also wisps right up to the inner sides of the headpiece. Like fire in a small well.

?????

What’s going on with that, anyhow?

But that leads to the minor thing-- it’s not a match for most of the Gerudo-forged gold jewellery he’s already wearing, though that isn’t to say it’s not Gerudo made. It’s looks something like the Orbs of Sol in the Twilight Realm, but not exactly like them. The designs of the Twili also contain elements of the Divine ‘magic technology’, such as we see of Hylia’s stuff in Skyward Sword too.

There’s a cool theme of advanced Divine level magics and them being utilised in ‘magi-tech’, with circuit-like motifs. While Ganondorf’s isn’t an exact match stylistically to anything I’ve seen thus far, the vibe of it seems the same-- somewhere between circuitry and a beaming sun, his headpiece seems like some kind of artefact of some pretty heavy lift mystical nonsense going on, by itself.

Is it HIS? Did he put that shit on his face in the underground temple? Is the hand security?? COULD IT TAKE HIM TO THE SKY OR CONTROL IT OR MAYBE GIVE HIM ACCESS TO SOMEWHERE EVEN MORE SACRED WHERE HE SHOULDN’T BE, THE NAUGHTY MAN???

WHAT does it DO????

Imagine if he snatched this and then Mystery Arm person went NOT TODAY BITCH but didn’t realise they just opened up on the Demon King and would end up in a sealing stalemate with a geyser of Malice

That’s mostly a joke, I’m leaning on Malice battery/draining/storing but on that note it would be really fucking funny f the Twili pulled a reverse Uno on him after TP Ganondorf ‘drawing deep of their anguish to grow strong again’

Also boy could I go on a ramble about magic circuitry themes in Zelda. And I will. But that’s another ramble.

Right now I’m just ?????? about this headpiece. So many questions.

#Ganondorf #what have you done this time you bastard #totk #zelda #tears of the kingdom #zelda shitposts

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chantsdemarins · 1 year

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Special Edition Chapter:

Where does Heartbreak get Stored if Not in your Quantum Drive? (Loki X Reader)

🌙A High Moon Story

(Don’t forget to enjoy the new art included as a bonus!)

Okay, so this is entirely out of order, but the sentiment felt suitable for Valentine's Day. High Moon chapters will be back soon and in logical progression!

Although I hope this gives you an idea of where the plot will go. Thank you so much for hanging in here with me! This is lovingly inspired by and created for @muddyorbsblr and their 14 days Valentine’s Day collection!

(This is mostly tame, with a little angsty heat 🔥)

Maybe these folks might reading? @lokisgoodgirl @lovelysizzlingbluebird @goblingirlsarah @vickie5446 @peaches1958 @lokixryss @eleniblue @simplyholll @sarahscribblesles @sarawr-reads @jennyggggrr @ijuststareatstuffhereok89eok89 @mischief2sarawr @fictive-sl0th @thomase1 @inthesofa @huntress-artemisss @michelleleewise @gigglingtigger @kikster606 @xorpsbane @skymoonandstardust @coldnique @mochie85

+Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged if I’ve forgotten you (my ADHD is for shit with tags!!)

“And how should we behave during this Apocalypse? We should be unusually kind to one another, certainly. But we should also stop being so serious. Jokes help a lot. And get a dog if you don’t already have one.”

-Kurt Vonnegut-The Idea Killers, 1984

Former: Big Sur, California Current: Sechanaha

He had found you. Maybe not you exactly, but the replicant living out your life’s work in a pocket of time he finally found the correct coordinates to. If you didn’t have the answers, then Loki couldn’t imagine anyone else would.

You were the reason after all he was suspended in this quantum emotion enabled semi-alive-semi-dead-memory of his former majestic, fantastic superiorly intelligent true-ruler-of-the-nine realms self. You could end his misery, you could “pull the plug” or perhaps, it was more like “send the file” (old human terms from the era the AI technology was invented). You could help him finally reach Valhalla. While Thor and Odin were never his favorites (or so his quantum memory told him) with all he was, he knew he belonged there with them.

As Loki walked closer to your home, his CPU field read through the history of “El Grande Sur” which became “Big Sur”. At some point, the Esalen bots changed it back to the name it had 1,000’s of years before the many shades of “white visitors” with their re-naming ways got ahold of it- “Sechanaha” would be its last and final name. He pondered the way a land was taken over by humans and renamed, owned and seemingly a new course set in motion. It felt much like what had happened to him.

Maybe this was some algorithm of the universe. Some inevitably. Conquer with superior technology, rename (or in Loki’s case, keep his name, memories and emotions but force him to live forever without the people he assumes he once loved) and then make amends. Loki assumed apologies were also part of the algorithm. He expected you to give him a lengthy, extravagant apology.

He would use his newly activated post-AI seiðr to conjure a dagger, point it precisely at your replicant heart processing unit and wait patiently until you said you were sorry and meant it.

Although in all his confidence of his mission he knew he looked beleaguered. The curves of the California coastline had worn his Asgardian leather boots to the quick. His hair was a mess. He hated the fact that even as an AI he cared about what people thought of him. Truly why did he care if you thought he looked terrible? You were the reason he was so miserable. The ridiculousness of his CPU and the delicate sensibilities of his quantum processor were laughable if it wasn’t him going through this crap every day.

Nevertheless-he tried to straighten up his royal prince-without-a-kingdom finery, and be prepared just in case your model had a fight mode programmed somewhere in you (although extremely unlikely you did-as replicant models tend to align with the source material and as far as Loki could tell when reading about you, you had trouble with even killing flies, you had shooed them out the windows of your life).

When Loki arrived at your cedar planked cliff side house, he was seized with the inability to knock or just open the damn door. If he was capable of being nervous maybe, he was. You got so few visitors these days, you lived and worked in a perpetual quiet. Although your quantum dog species approximation field unit companion heard him coming and lit up with his usual alert incandescence.

You were in the middle of taking a long-deserved break from your latest invention and since the lab and your home was so far from the company headquarters in Seoul, you could at times take a load off. Of course, your source human had already created the invention you were re-creating in your coastal lab, but in this time pocket, as a replicant you methodically repeated the past with sincerity and every aberration-every iterative that occurred was recorded-if the past could indeed be changed, the labs in the other time pockets were interested to know.

You had just put a pie in the antique oven your home was equipped with. Although you never ate the things you baked, since you were not a human, you had no way to consume material matter, but you liked to imagine the human you once were eating pie and such things as pan du chocolate, whatever that could be. The memory fields you had access to recorded great joy associated with that particular pastry. You sighed to yourself when you realized someone was at your door. There was no way to recall if anyone had come to your door this century, so you were unsure what to do next. Your quantum dog field unit materialized alongside you as you approached the door, a small comfort.His lick and his bark contained molecular level particles that could adhere to any surface and launch 5th generation nano tech into the matter that was a threat. You glanced down at your dog unit, hoping he understood what to do. The lab in Seoul surely wouldn’t come by unannounced.

You continued to imagine who this possibly could be.

One more knock and the door flung open leaving Loki’s hand motioning mid-air barely missing your face. Quantum unit bristled and lunged forward, you had just enough time to perform the Ba Duan Jin and cease the unit’s actions, luckily it worked, and he stopped short of licking Loki’s other hand. Your face grimaced at the thought had he been successful.

“That’s one way to say hello I guess,” you said finally, staring at the tall stranger in tight head to toe leather.

Loki shifted in his dilapidated boots.

“If you don’t mind sending off your friend there, I’ve come to see Y/N, are you her?”

You shifted in your house slippers, unsure how to answer the ominous looking man.

“Who is asking, I am sure you recognize we don’t get many guests around here.”

Loki took a moment to look around, his surroundings were beyond remote. Where there was once a highway as they were called-it was now a coastal river flowing alongside the crashing Pacific Ocean. There were other houses, but they looked kilometers away and hidden underneath the treelined ridges of cedar. The whole area seemed long abandoned. It was hard to believe the area was Midgard’s premiere Artificial Intelligence lab, but it was-or at least he hoped it still was.

“I don’t imagine you do,” he finally said.

“I’m Loki of Asgard. Or at least I was.”

You looked at him intently, his name rumbling just under your breath. Loki of Asgard.

“Name doesn’t ring a bell. Should I know you?”

Loki looked slightly disappointed, but then found his footing. He was ready to conjure his blades and start the process of his forced apology protocol that he’d been imagining since he finally found you in this pocket universe, but you had that quantum field unit dog approximation, and Loki knew just how dangerous their bark or lick could be.

He’d seen a vista vision replicant melt down instantly back on the Sakaar pocket universe, it was disgusting. The bots charged with cleaning it up were covered in the gelatinous goo and their poor quantum motors exploded. Brief puffs of smoke clouded the main room where Loki witnessed the dreadful event, all beings present that day couldn’t stop coughing for hours. He wasn’t about to do anything that would risk him becoming a sentient gelatinous ball of goo stored on some middle-aged Midgardian scientists’ shelf for eternity. No thank you.

So, he chose his words carefully and plotted his next actions with keen resolve. His charm mode was still active even though he’d had little use for it over the last how many centuries. Living amongst non-emotional entities, he’d had little use for any of his old Norse god programming. Charms, charisma-even his good looks were of little consequence most of the time.

All the beings seemed blind without their emotions. It was a milquetoast world of binary interactions, except for the occasional display of randomness where he might get to use some of his exquisite vocabulary on a service bot and they might just say something cheeky back, but it was usually in reference to crossword puzzles.

You seemed close enough to a service bot in Loki’s approximation, so perhaps some higher range vocabulary repartee would warrant a peaceful invite inside your seemingly cozy abode.

You stood unmoving even if you’d dispatched quantum dog unit to the couch, you weren’t convinced this Loki was friendly.

“My dear, I smell something delicious coming from your kitchen!”

You looked behind you quickly before replying.

“Yes, I just put a pie in the oven.”

“Oh pie!” Loki’s smile was so big he was slightly afraid his proxy coating might snap. He continued.

“You know pie is a deceptively simple dessert, I know it seems quotidian, but the true baker knows that a real pie is a work of art, and the baker should be lauded as both pastry debonair and artist. I am myself a pie auteur and artist. I love watching people bake and I excel at baking myself. If you’d give me a chance, I’m sure we could have a great afternoon baking an assortment of pies!”

You let him prattle on but the more he talked the closer your hand moved to slamming the door in his face. You didn’t know the concept ‘fishy’ but somehow that word appeared in your programming stream.

He might have noticed how the door moved a few centimeters as you rearranged your hand just in case you needed to levy your motion in a fast swoop. His speech programming began to speed up.

“I appreciate making all kinds of pies-savory, sweet-unique varieties like bacon and maple.”

“Bacon?” you said, quizzically.

Loki might have been caught. He’d pulled that word out of his quantum CPU ass so to speak, he had no clue what bacon was. He paused for a moment and tried to go on.

“Oh yes, if you don’t know what that ingredient is, please don’t feel affronted, not everyone knows it, but if you know, you know-as they say.”

“Who is ‘they’?” you pondered out loud. What the hell was he talking about? You had to say something, this man had about 30 seconds left before you rallied your quantum approximation off the couch.

You leaned in a little closer before continuing to speak.

“Let me get this straight, you came all the way out to this pocket universe and just on the off chance I was baking a pie, something you happen to be an expert in baking and eating?”

Loki looked around a little bit, another enormous smile formed on his face, and he continued his pie rhetoric.

“Absolutely, yes, that is exactly why I am here to see you today! Isn’t it marvelous?”

That was it. You didn’t call the approximation off the couch, but you flung the heavy cedar door closed so fast Loki’s nose was almost clipped. You should have gone back to the kitchen, checked on the damn pie or made your way back to the lab to clear your mind of the stranger but you couldn’t. You stood frozen on the other side of the door staring at it. Impressive wood grain, you’d never taken the time to look before.

Loki was also similarly frozen.

It seems that in this pocket universe there were rules of communication he just didn’t understand. But it was you. He knew it, and he had to talk to you. You had created him, and you could destroy him. Another smile threatened to break his proxy skin, he thought to himself, she makes replicant augmented beings and pie. Wow.

He was impressed at your skill set, and a little star struck if he were able to be honest at all. He expected himself to be mad. He expected to immediately rush into his forced apology protocol with you, but he couldn’t.

After what felt like hours outside the door, his sensors detected a richer approximation of apple pie wafting out of the cracks in the old house. If he had a stomach, it would be growling. He decided to speak again, just to see if you might still be on the other side of the door.

“Are you still there by chance?” his words were decidedly softer.

You didn’t know what to say. Maybe? You steeled yourself and went through nearly all the programming you could, until you decided to go off script, you could-it was an ancient program, but you could enable it. You shifted again, and you could feel a surge of confidence running through your CPU clouds. You took a chance.

“I am. What do you really want? It can’t be to sample my baking.”

“Well, if you let me in, I would be delighted to sample some of your handy work, but yes, what you suspect is true, I have other business.”

Loki looked at his large hands, he was fiddling with them. He had been so angry for so long. He’d been prepared to unleash it all on you, but now he just couldn’t. His impulse ions were directing him to sit down in your kitchen and let you feed him and make him some tea.

The memory of eating, the memory of tea pulsed through his quantum RAM clouds, he felt lightheaded, if that was possible. He’d never experienced that feeling ‘lightheaded’ but he knew it conceptually. He could hear bird proxy’s singing-and the ocean breeze was dancing against his face. Then everything went blank. It was the most pleasant feeling.

You heard the thump. It sounded like one of the rocks from the ridge came tumbling down and hit your front door. You jumped back and then panicked. If that was an impulse, you could replicate. Before any more programming could inhibit you, your hands opened the door and Loki’s body slumped onto your slippered feet.

“Oh no,” your voice was shaky as you immediately grabbed him by the collar of his leather jacket and pulled him inside your house.

“That’s one way to get inside I guess,” you said out loud as you dragged him into the living room.

The approximation field unit dog jumped off the couch and used his canine Ba Duan Jin to assist you. You raced into the kitchen with no idea how you would revive him. You weren’t even sure what he was. A fear came through you that he might be human. Or some other replicant model that was not in use anymore. Something was out of place, and it wasn’t you.

You were right where you should be, in your lab, completing your augmented being protocol in this pocket universe, checking for time aberrations that the lab in Seoul was recording.

You were a not the human who created the augmented being protocol, you were her approximation. This man was likely that too. You kneeled next to him and fought the urge to push the stray strands of black hair from his handsome face. He was handsome, some part of your programming understood that even if was a very odd concept and one you had no idea at all what to do with.

When Loki woke up, he all but swore he’d finally made it to his beloved Valhalla. Who knew there was pie in Valhalla. His sensors were firing double time with a memory laden onslaught that was now engulfing him.

His vision field was blurred and when he saw you, he could see your golden wings, you were the Valkyrie that took him home. He felt you beside him and he wondered if you’d also go to bed with him-even though you had no idea what that was, the vision of himself naked without his leather finery and you naked in just your golden wings burned through his CPU at rapid speed. He spoke finally with gravel in his voice.

“Valkyrie thank you for finally bringing me home, would you allow me to kiss you as a show of my gratitude?”

The words rattled from his mouth, but they were drifting and soft, their tone had an unusual register that you could not discern.

“Valkyrie,” you said out loud to yourself or maybe to the approximation field unit who was eagerly at your side.

“Kiss? What?” words stumbled from your mouth this time purposely at the slowly waking Loki.

What was this being talking about. It couldn’t be possible.

He couldn’t be a Norse god, but you knew exactly who they Valkyrie were, even if it was arcane to know so. You had the entire history of Midgard religions stored in your CPU, like all beings on the planet in this era.

Even though it was the responsibility of other historian bots to keep this wisdom and use it for the new rituals, you at least knew of it, and you knew of Valkyries and Valhalla, yet it was a concept so foreign to process, your own timeline felt dented by it.

You placed your hand on his shoulder and tried to rouse him further. You knew what kissing was too, but you couldn’t process it further, even though you were programmed with less fear than your human approximation had, something still flashed through you that threatened to shut your CPU down as well. You had to keep alert. You had to focus.

“Loki,” you said, in an equally quiet voice, you wanted to speak plainly to him. He deserved that much, he must have come from quite a distance to reach you.

“Sorry to say, I’m no Valkyrie.”

“I’m a replicant bot here mirroring the invention of augmented being technology, something that happened so long ago no one truly cares about it except the history bots and the ritual bots. I don’t even know if there is even a lab monitoring anything anymore.”

You hoped there was, you’d hate to think all your work was for nothing, but so many centuries on your own would lead one to make some assumptions. Loki’s eyes slowly opened. He must have heard you.

“Loki are you…on….?” You spoke.

Was that the right word? You didn’t know if gods could turn on or off, or if they just had a perpetual energy source like the Midgard sun to keep them running in a timeless swirl. Loki was indeed ‘on’-but he also didn’t want to give anything away. He’d made it inside apparently. He realized he wasn’t in Valhalla-he was on a couch. A rather uncomfortable one at that.

“I see,” he whispered.

Loki remembered his ‘dream’ he was having, he remembered the idea of kissing, the idea of being in your bed, with you. A flush coursed through him and his eyes opened widely. He turned his head and placed his hands down across where his pleasure unit had been installed, at the middle of his body. Something sure had woken up along with him! In all his years as an augmented being it had been few and far between that he used his pleasure unit, all the bots in his pocket universe just liked to drink fizzy fixer drinks and talk about the politics of the day, but somewhere in the deepest parts of his programming he remembered something about his former self.

He remembered passion, he remembered bedding women and men, he remembered them crying in pleasure as he put what he once called his ‘cock’ inside them. He knew there were rituals he’d participated in on Midgard, he’d even loved-or he thought possibly he had. A torrent of knowing descended upon him but he still maintained his cool, while his pleasure unit simmered down. Although if he didn’t stop thinking about the so called past, his pleasure unit would never recalibrate back into idle mode. He looked at you carefully. You were stunned once again. You’d been struggling with the idea of a god laying on your couch, but a god with a pleasure unit was something you simply could not make sense of.

Loki looked down at his hands, still covering his ‘cock’, and he flushed again, or something like that at least.

“Oh dear, I am truly sorry. I must have been dreaming,” words rolled from his lips while you still sat staring.

“You dream?” you said, attempting to make the conversation about some of the other truly anomalous things happening all at once.

“Dreams were the domain of the human, we don’t really…I mean…I don’t…but what are you Loki?”

“I do dream Y/N,” he said, sitting up unceremoniously.

“You do?”

You were feeling weak. Something in your program felt like you should eat, even though replicant bots did not eat. It was like an ancient file had burst open and a million synaptic waves were flooding your usual programming. You turned to Loki and found more words.

“We should eat, let me cut us some of the pie, it’s cold by now but it’s probably still good.”

You dashed into the kitchen and pried the pie pan from the oven rack, you dipped your finger sensor into the middle, sure enough it was icy, but no matter. You hastily opened the cabinets searching for something you knew was a plate, something you put pie on, for all the pies you’d baked why in the world did you have no plates?

Worse you opened the drawers and found you had no forks either. Surely the human you used to be left something, you opened every drawer and every cabinet, dust flying in all directions. You stood on the old, cracked foot stool and ran your hands across the top cabinet shelf distributing more dust into the atmosphere, when you felt it. A ting against your sensors, you wrapped your fingers around it, and sure enough there was something there.

“Got something!” you nervously called back to Loki who was still sitting in a little daze himself.

Looking at the pairs of wooden sticks in your hand, you couldn’t be sure, but maybe they were used for food? You held them up to Loki, waving them in the air.

“Look familiar to you at all?”

He squinted his blue eyes and looked closer.

“Ah, those are chopsticks and yes you do use those for food consumption,” Loki said expertly.

“Oh wonderful, phew,” you said with more energy pulsing through the vines of circuits under your proxy skin.

You sat down next to Loki on the couch-pie and chopsticks in your right hand, scooting aside the approximation field unit dog with your left-causing a small approximation yip from him.

“Oh, this looks absolutely delicious, thank you so much Y/N, I feel unworthy for you to share your baking with me, I just descended upon you like this unannounced,” Loki sheepishly laughed.

Lucky (or unlucky) for you both, there were two sets of chopsticks. You took yours out of the wrapper and so did Loki, seemingly following your lead.

The approximation dog was on the port side the couch, you, the pie, and Loki making up the starboard. It was a humorous conglomeration of entities, huddled together.

“Guests first,” you said pushing the pie pan towards Loki.

Loki smiled and deftly wielded one of the chopsticks into the center of the pan in a slaying fashion, much like he had practiced doing to you with one of his blades when he enacted his forced apology protocol.

“Ah, there we go,” Loki said looking proudly at you.

Having no real idea what to do, if he was right or wrong-you simply followed suit, you took one of your chopsticks and duplicated his firm stroke placing your chopstick full hilt into the pie alongside his.

“Lovely! Seems we did it, don’t you think?” Loki looked confidently in your direction.

You were deep in your programming for a while before you spoke again.

“Loki, you don’t eat, do you?”

Loki looked down at his boots and up again at you.

“No. You don’t either do you?”

“No,” you said in an echo of his sentiment.

There was something sad, or what your programming was telling you was sad. Loki looked sad. He was slow to speak next.

“I remember the god I was used to eat though-I remember loving food. I remember loving lots of things.”

Loki’s programming temporally drifted once again to kissing, to bedding women. He looked at you and thought if he couldn’t eat anymore, he could try kissing. He could still do that he thought.

He hadn’t expected any of this programming. He’d come to ask you to turn him off permanently, but now all he wanted to do was kiss you. Loki hadn’t even had the chance to ask you for your help. Explain Valhalla to you. He felt the darkness springing through his CPU, he was likely shorting out again, or near to it. He tried to steady himself, clear his programming to silence mode, but it didn’t work.

You noticed how unsteady he looked, and you placed your hands on him, which in turn only seemed to make him grow more unsteady. Perhaps he was dying finally. Perhaps this was what the norns had designed in their infinite timeless wisdom. He was going to get to Valhalla after all if this replicant being would just kiss him, or maybe he should kiss you? He couldn’t remember how kisses worked and it frustrated him to no end.

“I want to kiss you,” Loki finally just came out with it.

“WHAT,” you countered.

“Do you know what a kiss is?”

He sounded ridiculous by any standard in any universe pocket or otherwise, his former god self was in disgust at the vulnerable desperation his CPU quantum drive was producing. You did know what kissing was, you thought. You closed your eyes and remained in quiet mode.

Loki focused himself, feeling the drift of blankness near-he acted quickly by taking your head in his hands and placing his lips on yours in one swift motion much like he did with the chopstick in the pie. Your eyes instinctually remained closed, and you felt your programming do something extraordinary. You kissed him back. Deeply, passionately, awkwardly, and full of memory of your former human life. It was like the act of kissing unlocked more of your human’s life and more of the secrets of humanity in general. Kissing was a prelude, an invitation. It was used when you ran out of words. You pulled away from Loki and opened your eyes but his eyes remained closed.

What in the world was next?

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