#you do not even understand how freaking proud I am of this man

[jedimemery]

It’s the way the season started with Omega telling him, “Maybe you don’t trust enough,” and now he’s trusting her to help him with his healing journey.

It’s the way many of the breaths we heard him take last season were labored from trying to survive harsh conditions, being brutally tortured, etc. And now we get to hear him take deep, calming breaths.

It’s the way for the two previous seasons he was put under such harsh, artificial lighting, and now he’s bathed in the warm, gentle light of an island sunset.

It’s the way I’m chewing through drywall because he’s healing.

#star wars #the bad batch #bad batch #tbb #clone force 99 #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #you do not even understand how freaking proud I am of this man #he’s taking his life back and it’s with the help of his family ❤️

[monzabee]

mr. big (social media au) - cs55

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Summary: The one where there he was, wearing armani on a sunday, your boyfriend, Carlos.

Pairing: carlos sainz x romance writer!reader (model used: random people i found on pinterest)

Warnings: none other than some cursing? carlos being an old money dream as always

Request: "For a smau, would love to see romance writer!reader with Carlos (he is just Disney prince vibes) where fans aren’t quite sure how they got together but the influence him on her work is greatly appreciated" by my lovely @percervall

Author note: OKAY JUST REALISED I AM A CARRIE AND BIG APOLOGIST, WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT (i might be freaking out about them, but i will always be a charlotte girl)!!! (might honestly turn it into a series because who doesn't love a satc x old money crossover???)

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms.

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yourusername: busy, busy, busy bee.

user: thank you mother for feeding us with another hot billionaire novel

yourusername: you are more than welcome

user: how is she not only one of the best romance authors, but also a fashion icon??

user: can't wait to read what carlos inspired this time!!

carlossainz55: you are not wearing you glasses again, cariño

yourusername: why don't you come put them on yourself??

user: oh, they are so cute it's sickening

user: GIVE US THE MANUSCRIPT AND END OUR SUFFERING

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user: how did they get together again??

user: i think he ran into her at one of her book signings in madrid?

user: i thought it was when she went to the paddock for some good old r&d?

user: i heard somewhere that a friend set them up

yourusername posted a new story!

carlossainz55 posted a story!

yourusername

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yourusername: life lately & "between love and loathing" out june 23rd.

user: we love the romantic getaway, and a new book!!

user: we're being fed in more ways than one, and i am not complaining at all!!

user: oh shit, we're about to read the best romance novel of all time

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carlossainz55: i'm so proud of you, you have no idea

yourusername: way to make me cry

yourusername: i love you though

carlossainz55: te quiero más

user: I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY ARE THE OLD MONEY COUPLE WE NEEDED ALL ALONG AND WE DON'T KNOW HOW THEY STARTED DATING

user: it will remain forever a mystery

user: but at least we have content to keep us going through these hard times

carlossainz55

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carlossainz55: one of us made the pancakes, and one of us stood there looking pretty.

yourusername: hey, it was your turn to make breakfast

carlossainz55: and i loved every second of it

yourusername: even doing the dishes?

carlossainz55: especially doing the dishes

user: this is by far the most romance book thing this man has done

user: i still don't understand how they started dating, but good for them i guess

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landonorris: hey, i didn't get any pancakes, did you? @charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc: didn't even know we were having pancakes, where are our pancakes @carlossainz55

landonorris: and cooking in a towel?? how is that sanitary??

charles_leclerc: he's breaking at least a dozen health codes

carlossainz55: i hate you both

yourusername: you are all a pr nightmare

scuderiaferrari: i agree

user: damn he got lucky

yourusername

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yourusername: and there he was, wearing armani on a sunday, carlos sainz.

user: SHUT UP!!! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!

user: what kind of an iconic cunt slay is this

user: and just like that... they became the coolest couple on the internet

user: NEW NOVEL IDEA, SEX AND THE CITY RETELL WITH CARLOS

user: girl wtf

yourusername: no let her cook

yourusername: you might be onto something here

user: don't know if i want to be her or be carlos

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user: everybody say thank you mom for blessing us

carlossainz55: amor

yourusername: amor x2

user: oh she's working overtime god bless you

#monzabee #formula 1 x reader #social media au #f1 social media au #f1 fanfic #f1 fanfiction #f1 x reader #carlos sainz #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz imagine #formula one x reader #carlos sainz social media au

[b0nten]

COOKIES

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ baking cookies with ran

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ fem reader, rindou guest appearance🤗; requested by anon !! not proofread

“girl, you know damn well we could’ve bou—”

“shut it.”

RAN snaps his mouth shut — as instructed — while his brows raise and eyes widen.

“yes ma’am.” he nods, looking at you expectantly, like he’s a puppy waiting to be rewarded after doing a trick.

he looks around the kitchen, and sighs. if it makes you happy, then he’ll bear the burden of spending the next hour in front of the stove, melting butter and sticky hands from separating eggs.

‘if it makes you happy’ has become his new mantra, at this point.

“come onnnnnnnnnnn!” a whine echoes from the living room, “i’m hun-”

“you go to your room.” you command, and rindou quickly shuffles away, shōchū bottle slipping from his hand and hitting the hardwood floor before he quickly picks it up again; followed by the sound of his door closing.

“now,” you hum, tapping your index against your chin, “preheat the oven at 170°C.” you say, and even though he barely understood half of what you just said, your boyfriend speeds towards the oven and starts turning the buttons, “and when you’re done, separate a yolk from the white, and keep it. then, sift me the flour.”

“am i gonna be doing everything?” ran complains, but quickly quiets down when you give him a glare.

how you managed to tame ran haitani might have to be considered a new wonder of the world, but in all honesty, it’s fun. he — somehow — behaves whenever you’re around, and whenever you need him to. and despite his childish antics, he’s actually quite sweet, especially when he wants to be.

“do you need the larger ones, or the smaller ones?” he asks, inspecting the eggs like he’s never seen one before.

“large, please.” you reply, stirring through your bubbling butter, “do you know how to properly separate them?” you add.

“i’ve seen you do it plenty of times.” he shrugs, and cracks the shell. you absolutely try your best not to laugh while he gags in silence — egg white slipping through his fingers into the sink — recoiling in absolute disgust.

sometimes you wonder how he can beat people bloody but he draws the line at a freaking egg.

against your initial expectations, ran actually does good — everything exactly as you ask him to. he mixes the dough, something he insisted on since he’s “the man of the house”;

(said louder than normal to elicit a ‘whateeeeeeeever’ from rindou)

and you don’t even have to ask him twice to pop the tray into the fridge for the cookie dough to chill. he even offers to put the cookies into the oven, all by himself, like the proud baker he’s become in the span on an hour.

and when you lay your head on his shoulder and say “wake me up in fifteen.”, accompanied by a small yawn, he feels like he’s on cloud nine.

except for the fact that he understands fifty instead of fiteen, so after fourty-five minutes you feel him nudge you gently.

“hey, sweetheart-babycakes-honeybunch?” he pokes your cheek sheepishly.

“hm?” you hum, eyes fluttering open to see him in his apron, gloves on his hands.

“i might have… accidentally..misunderstood you….” he says, “and…. kinda let you sleep for fifty minutes, and the cookies bake for about the same time… haha!” long, bouncy hair sways in front of your face while ran tries his best to look not afraid.

you glare at him.

“they’re still edible…!” he defends his creation, placing a burnt cookie in your mouth.

‘deep breaths.’ you tell yourself, ‘deep breaths.’

“NO THE FUCK THEY’RE NOT!”

looks like rindou’s good for something, too.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers manga #haitani ran x reader #haitani ran scenarios #haitani ran headcanons #haitani ran imagines #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani #haitani ran #ran haitani x you #ran haitani scenarios #ran haitani imagines #ran haitani fluff #ran haitani headcanons #haitani ran x you #haitani ran fluff #ran haitani x y/n #haitani ran x y/n #ran haitani x #haitani ran x

[bratzforchris]

Maybe Jake webber with a poc reader ? i haven’t seen any :) 🫶🏾

Cooking

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Summary: In which Jake's girlfriend teaches him how to really cook

Pairing: Jake x Latina!reader

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 706

A/N: Thank you for the request! The race wasn't specified here, so I choose Latinx because I'm Hispanic :)

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Jake was very excited for multiple reasons. One, you would be joining him for a cooking stream, and two, he would finally taste the cooking you had bragged about for so long. You two had only been dating for about three months, and he was very excited to taste your food. Jake loved trying all sorts of foods from different places, and since you were Hispanic, you had promised him you would make some of the dishes you had grown up on. 

“Hello!” he boomed, ever the loud talker. “Today I am here with my lovely girlfriend, Y/N,” Jake paused to wrap an arm around your waist and kiss you. “And she’s going to teach us how to make Arroz…con, con…Guandules?” he looked to you for approval, stumbling a bit over the Spanish words.

You giggled and kissed his cheek. “Close enough.”

“Let’s get started!” he exclaimed. 

You and Jake bustled around the kitchen for a while, getting out ingredients and setting the water for the rice to boil. You would occasionally acknowledge the chat when they asked about your relationship with Jake. Even though you were still rather new to Jake and his whole career, you loved his viewers. They were extremely kind to you and so far were so supportive of your relationship. 

“That looks like foreskin.” Jake commented as you dumped a can of kidney beans into a saucepan on the stove. 

“Oh my god, shut up,” You laughed. “We have to eat this, y’know.”

The stream exploded with laughing remarks and comments about how it wouldn’t be a Jake video with a foreskin joke. You brushed your curly hair out of your eyes and laughed again, grabbing a variety of peppers and spices. 

“Woah, babe. I’m a white man.” Jake said as you added sliced jalapenos with the seeds still attached into the beans. 

“This is the way my mom always used to make it.” You hummed fondly, kissing Jake as you stirred the food and added a variety of spices, to include cayenne pepper. 

“You’re probably gonna give me diarrhea.” he retorted, but hugged you from behind nonetheless. 

You quickly combined the rice and beans and made two plates of food, handing Jake his to show to his stream. “Ta da!”

“Well, this looks amazing and Mama Bear is hungry. Should we do a taste test?” he asked the stream. 

The chat was full of confirming remarks, both because they wanted to know how your cooking was, and because they were very eager to see Jake’s reaction after the amount of spice that had been added to the food. Being used to eating such spicy food, you really didn’t understand why everyone was freaking out, but then again, flavors and spice were a big part of Hispanic culture. 

You both shoveled a bite of your food into your mouths, chewing thoughtfully. You swallowed with a huge smile on your face, quite proud of your dish. However, when you looked over at Jake, he did not appear to be having a great time. 

“Holy fuck,” Jake panted after he painstakingly swallowed. “That’s so fucking spicy. What did you put in that?”

“You saw what I put in there.” You laughed, getting a good laugh out of his reaction. 

Jake threw open the refrigerator door and grabbed the gallon of milk, immediately taking a swig from the carton. “Oh my god.”

“It’s not that spicy!” You and the stream were laughing at his predicament. 

Finally, your boyfriend set the milk down, fanning his tongue. “My stomach is burning.”

“Poor baby,” You giggled, kissing his pouty lips. “So, did you like it?”

“It would be amazing…if it didn’t taste like I was eating out of Satan’s asshole.” Jake groaned, relishing in your touch. 

“Chat, should he take another bite?” You asked. 

“NO, he should not,” Jake picked you up and spun you around. “Thank you for the food, baby. I love you.”

The chat went absolutely wild over all your cute moments with Jake, and you knew the clips would be all over social media later, but for now, you just enjoyed the soft moment between you two and the utter love that came from sharing your culture with the man you loved.  

#jake webber #jake webber smut #jake webber fluff #jake webber fanfic #jake webber fanfiction #jake and johnnie #johnnie guilbert fanfic #johnnie guilbert smut #johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert fic #johnnie guilbert fanfiction #johnnie and jake #the tinas #tara yummy #youtubers #fanfic author #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 fanfic

[vibratingskull]

"hi there, i love your work!! i always re read them and giggle to myself lmao. you’re really out here carrying the thrawn fandom on ur back ily!! can i request thrawn x chiss!wife reader who is pregnant? just some soft fluffy stuff?? i feel like thrawn would either be really chill about the pregnancy, or really dumb and just start freaking out about the smallest things hahaha tysm!!!" - anon

For you my dear, fluffy fluff with Thrawn a bit on the spectrum

You're slowly cradling yourself in the rocking chair, making a good work of your needles in the fabric. You decided to do a snowy rabbit this time. Since you took your maternity leave you spend all your time informing yourself on the pregnancy or sewing different plushies and little clothes for your future baby. You have a whole collection now. 

You hear the shuffling of a door, it’s surely Thrawn who came back from his work day. What did he bring back this time?

“Ch’acah, I am here.” He says loud enough to be heard in the whole apartment.

“I’m in the bedroom.” You respond, doing your last stitches.

He appears in his military uniform, a package under the arm as you predicted. You grin, shaking your head. You wait for him to explain. He walks up to you and leaves a chaste kiss on your lips.

“I came across some interesting things.”

“I see that, like every evening for the past two months…”.

You don’t hold that against him, this is how he cares. He reaches for the bag and proudly takes out a rectangular box, you squint to read what is written on it.

“My first… canvas.” You snort, this is so on brand.

“I thought it would be great to help them express themselves through art.”

“You realize they won’t be using it for several years, you’re a bit early for that...”

“Nonsense, infants play with paint of bright colors as soon as they can sit up.” He preaches.

You shake your head with a broad smile. God you love this man. But you’re not dupe: if he buys so much art furniture it’s because he wants to be able to communicate with his child. He already has some difficulties with adults, children as young appear to terrify him. You already saw him hold the baby of a friend and it was not his most glorious moment. He had a freeze moment when you announced to him the news of your pregnancy, before exploding with joyce but you did notice. And then he spent his nights reading and reading about children's communication and psychology like it was an impermeable enigma to him. The elated smile he wore when he announced to you about babies' early interest in artful activities was heartwarming, finally something he could understand. Since then he bought as many artsy toys and activities he could starting by colorful cubes and modeling clay.

You take his hand, and look him in the eyes with tenderness.

“Thrawn, I know you’re scared. I am too. But everything will be alright because we will be together.”

He squeezes it and lowers his head, his thin smile dying.

“I am terrified… What if they don't love me because I can’t meet their needs in some way?” He murmurs.

You shake your head gently, and try to rise up, a bit destabilized by your round stomach. He immediately reaches for you. You pull him in a hug.

“I understand you. But you will surpass it, because you’re the most competent man I know.” 

You take his head in your hands, forcing him to look into your crimson eyes full of confidence.

“I know for a fact that they will love you and be proud of you as a father! You know why? Because nobody loves like you do.”

He puts one hand on yours and and rubs his cheek against it.

“May you be right, ch’acah.”

“I am! I alway am, remember?”

It forces a chuckle out of him.

“Yes.”

You spin on yourself to retrieve the bunny and show him. You smile like a child handing it to him.

“What do you think?” You ask.

He carefully observes the plushie.

“Another one?”

“You have nerve for a man who buys toys each evening. The nursery is full to the brim!”

He smiles.

“It is perfect. I would have loved having it in my youth.”

“I can sew you one now! You would be adorable sleeping with a bunny in your arms!”

He puts down the plushie and wraps his arm around your waist to the best of his abilities.

“Why would I need a plushie when I already have you in my arms?”

He kisses your forehead.

“Vile flatterer.” You grin

“Skillful admirer.” He correct.

You snuggles against him, appreciating his warmth you sigh contentedly. Suddenly you feel pain in your stomach, you lean forward holding your belly.

“Ha!”

“What is wrong ch’acah? Are you in pain?” He asks worriedly

“No, I think…” You pause a second to analyze what just happened “I think they kicked me.”

You take his hand and place it on your belly, sure enough a second kick was given against his palm. You laugh, elated and surprised : it’s their first kick. You look at him with wonders in your eyes. 

He’s shocked.

The eyes wide and at loss for words, he kneels and places his head on your stomach, awaiting, trembling. Another powerful kick. An incredulous laugh escapes him.

“They are strong!”

“They are like you.” You caress his hair.

He kisses your stomach.

“My child.” He hugs your form “I will always be there for you…”

@bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar

@thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess @twilekchiss

#thrawn x reader #thrawn x you #thrawn x y/n #thrawn x f!reader

[m3r1m4r5u333]

Btw I've been so shaken by the last episode that I don't think I've even remembered to say how grateful and emotional I am for the bi representation. Because I am. I am. I so am.

Umm. So. To tell a little real life story to explain why this bi representation matters to me...

I'm bi. Hi.

Took me ages to really wrap my head around it. Ages. Years. Even now, well into my adult age (yeah I know I sound like I'm 14 but no I'm not)...

I'm still not out to my family. And it's not that they're the most queer-phobic people in the world. They're actually pretty great.

The thing is... Bi erasure is real. It really is. Even today, bisexuality is not taken seriously.

The amount of times I've witnessed people dismissing bisexuals and bisexuality... Lost count.

Often the idea never even enters someone brain. They don't consider it to be possible. They miss every possible clue because to them, we are practically mythological creatures. Sometimes it feels like people expect to meet a bisexual about as much as they expect to meet an unicorn. Why look for one, they're not real, you know!

"Oh, they're not really bisexual, they're just trying to be trendy, to get attention! Everyone is "bi" nowadays!"

So many times I've heard people dismiss bi people who are out.

Some act like every out-of-the-closet bi/pan person is actually just pretending, that secretly they are 100% into the same sex and just say they're bi because they think that's more accepted.

Some will express that to your face. "Hey, you know that it's okay to come out, right? Just making sure! I'm fine with gays!"

And the amount of times I've witnessed people thinking that bisexuality is like a light switch...

If you're a woman and start dating a woman - you're NOW a lesbian! If you end the relationship and start dating a man - Did you hear? She's straight now! Or alternatively... She's dating a man now? Oh what a headcase, she went back into the closet! How sad!

How and when are we bi, then? Only in polyamorous relationships?

So... Let's just say that this repeated dismissive environment, this persistent refusal to take bisexuals seriously messed with my head.

For years, it kept me in the closet even to my super lovely and queer friends.

I just kept doubting my own feelings and reactions. Surely, I could not be bi, that's not a REAL sexuality! No, I must be just confused. This is what I told MYSELF. Even though I had actual out and proud bi people in my life, whose identity I never doubted.

And also... The representation.

Do you people even realise how widespread the utter ignorance still is?

Imagine trying to come out as bi... after you realise that the person you consider coming out to... May not even REGOGNIZE the word "bi"!!! Yes, SERIOUSLY!!

You know... Because this was a real life event for me. Fun times!

I was playing scrabble with elderly relatives. Realised I had the letters B and I, realised I could score very nicely if I played them.

I felt daring, and had a hunger for winning, so I played them.

Guess what the reaction was?

Confusion.

..."What's "BI"?"

Yes, really.

My elderly uncle did not even KNOW the word. I was so taken back and shaky when I realised this that I could not even manage to come up with a reply. Thankfully SOMEONE knew because man was the mood awkward.

And guess what. It made zero sense that they did not know.

This person who went "What's BI?" was not a person who lived out of touch with the modern world. Nope.

I'm from a nordic country!

My country is supposedly one of the "progressed" ones!

The laws are pretty inclusive,

the media has freedom of speech,

and I know for a FACT that my godparents watch the news EVERY DAY, and even not just watch the news...

They read newspapers. They watch tv. Including silly fictional series with silly queer characters!!

But he still freaking didn't know what "bi" means!!

So that's why representation MATTERS. These dumb fictional queer characters and stories make the real queer people understandable. Visible. Known.

And hopefully some day we won't have to worry if the person we're trying to open up to can accept or comprehend what we're talking about.

So yeah. I'm so grateful for the representation. THANK YOU FOR DOING THIS, darlings ❤️❤️❤️ I love you.

#911 on abc #bi!buck #911 #bisexual erasure #bi representation #oliver stark #evan buck buckley #bisexuality #queer representation #lgbtqiia+ #911 spoilers #lou ferrigno jr.

[avelera]

Ok just because I'd never write it because Human/No Powers Modern AU is not my thing, but I find the thought exercise interesting, here's a bit more about how Giving Sanctuary would work if it was a modern, no powers dreamling AU (copied from a Discord I'm on):

The THING IS, I am somewhat charmed by the idea of Modern AU Giving Sanctuary ONLY because re-translating the historical dynamics to be clearer to a modern viewer of like... what EXACTLY Dream disdained about Hob, would be such a treat??

Like in a historical setting, you can tell Hob's being a bit gauche in 1589 but that's kind of it for visual cues? But just.... imagine Dream in his black turtleneck and designer coat, hosting an event at his art gallery, and then this fucking Chad that his sister made him set up with a job interview ages ago, that he expected to fail out because he's a jock and an idiot, shows up in a fucking golf polo and a fancy but extremely visible Rolex he won't stop showing off to Dream and like... just the worst kind of new money sleaze oozing out of every pore and he won't stop snacking on the hors d'oeuvres and trying to offer some to Dream while talking with his mouth full because he thinks they're buddies, somehow and he keeps talking about the latest deal he closed to bring in millions to his company yeah they're gonna put him on Fortune magazine, not the front cover, but there is a page about him!

And this guy Hob, he keeps trying to shove pictures of his supermodel wife and sticky infant son at Dream at this arts event and finally Dream will literally do anything to get away from this guy and talk to the art school student who is actually talking about looking for his big break (And little does he know, Hob actually was trying to thank Dream for putting him in a place to be this successful because Hob came from poverty and there was no way he'd ever have reached this point without that lucky break of meeting Dream and yeah, he lacks manners but he's stupidly proud of what he accomplished and has no idea what he did wrong, he was trying to compliment Dream on the hors d'oeuvres??)

And if you make this purely human AU (not a genre I like to write but I find the thought exercise of updating a story interesting) 1689 would be caused by like.... Hob in a car accident with his pregnant wife and his kid Robyn, Hob's the only survivor. He gets addicted to pain meds during the recovery, is found at fault for the accident so no insurance money/the legal bills eat up everything else, he's fired, addicted, was already living lavishly and depending on the next big deal to pay for it all so goes bankrupt quickly, falls and falls and falls.

Anyway, Hob and Dream have this standing agreement to meet up once a year or every five years, at the same dive bar where Death introduced them in like college or something, and Hob gets there and y'know, updated 1689 meeting, he's a mess, he's homeless, he can't seem to get out of his own way, but the subject of his son's death comes up (again, for a GS update) and somehow Dream mentions he got married when he was like 18 or 20 to another artist, they had a son, no one in their families supported them because they said they were too young, their son died and his wife left him and his life fell apart and he's buried himself in work since but never really healed and no one ever really seemed to understand what he went through because most of his peers had never even had a serious relationship by the time he was divorced and had lost a child at like 22, like people freaking complimented him on being a single man again if they didn't know about the death.

And for the first time ever he tells this to Hob and instead of saying "Why did you get married so young??" Hob just... asks him if he's ok. Over a decade later. The first person to actually understand that Dream never really recovered.

#this is so dumb but fun to write out #dreamling #1689 fic #giving sanctuary

[eviesaurusrex]

Harry Styles x fem!reader

Faceclaim: Dakota Johnson

author’s note: my first social media au thingy I ever published, so please be gentle with me, thank youuuuuuu. short note: whoisharry is Harry’s top secret private account and please imagine some face masks on the picture of Dakota at a concert. I couldn’t find another one!

part 2 here

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yourinstagram sitting here, watching planes leaving their parking spots for take-off, and hoping my own plane will magically leave as well. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t look like it. #whyalwaysme

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chrishemsworth I wish I could say it surprises me - but it doesn’t.

↳ yourinstagram Not. Funny.

↳ paulrudd Actually, it is quite funny.

↳ yourinstagram Shut up, Paul Rude.

gemmastyles Nooooo 🥺

↳ yourinstagram YEEEEEES 🥲😭

yourfan1 Planes really don’t like you

hsfan1 Is she on her way to the Denver show????

↳ hsfan2 I HOPE SO!

imsebastianstan I would drive you if this country wouldn’t be so damn huge 🫠

↳ yourinstagram I am cursed 🥲🥲🥲

hsfan3 Harry liked her post within seconds. Best boyfriend material.

harrystyles Should I check for another flight? x H.

↳ yourinstagram Loooooove 🥺 Don’t have to. Get some sleep instead! I’ll manage over here just fine. 🎶But I would walk 500 miles And I would walk 500 more Just to be the woman who walked 1000 miles To fall down at your door🎶

↳ harrystyles ❤️

↳ yourfan2 She is a queen

↳ harrystylesforever Not sure if I’m jealous of him dating her or of her dating him. They are THE COUPLE

yourinstagram Good morning, Denver.

[📍Denver, CO]

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mitchrowland and I thought we would have to endure his silent suffering even longer

↳ pillowpersonpp +1 a question, though: are you a wizard? Because how did you get here???

↳ yourinstagram It’s a secret 🤫 No, seriously, it was just a teeny-tiny bit of luck and a considerable portion of my credit card and some name-dropping *cough*

↳ mitchrowland That’s my man’s girl!

yourfan1 SHE IS IN DENVER

↳ hsfan1 FOR THE SHOOOOOOW

↳ hsfan2 a reunion long overdue 🥺❤️

↳ ynandharry my parents are back together!!!

jefezoff Get your magician butt over here, so I finally have his full attention.

↳ yourinstagram Aye aye, sir! 💃🏽

harrystyles Breakfast is waiting for you, darling x H.

↳ hsfan3 ‘m not crying, nope.

↳ yourinstagram Did somebody ever tell you how perfect you are, H?

↳ hsfan3 Okay, I’m crying.

whoisharry I have my girl back.

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annetwist Feed her well!

↳ gemmastyles but she has an interesting taste. Tend to it!

↳ whoisharry …??? Do I have to understand those cryptic orders?

↳ yourinstagram No, they’re just being weird 🙄

jefezoff And there I was foolishly thinking he would stay for the meeting. I am disappointed!

↳ yourinstagram I’ll bring him back in 20 minutes, mr boss, sir! 🤷🏽‍♀️

↳ jefezoff Hmpf. He better be here by then. (❤️)

mitchrowland My dreamboat ❤️

↳ pillowpersonpp Our dreamboat.

harrystyles Love On Tour. Denver. September, 2021.

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yourinstagram I am so proud of you, my love 🥺❤️

↳ harrystyles Thank you for being here with me, darling x H. ❤️

↳ yourinstagram Always ❤️

↳ hsfan1 Stop. It. Don’t make me cry even more 😭

taylorswift What an amazing performance!

gemmastyles Proud of you, little brother ❤️

hsfan2 He is every-freaking-thing

ynandharry Still can’t believe it, but I met YN at the Denver show, and she was THE SWEETEST AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH. She hugged meeeee. I’ll never shower again. Maybe.

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yourfan1 what did she saaaaaayyyyy

↳ ynandharry she asked if we (i was with a group of friends at the show) had fun and how we were doing, and she literally beamed the entire time! She looked so happy 🥺

↳ yourfan1 🥹❤️

yourfan2 gosh, she is prettier than ever before 😩

yourfan3 I’m so jealous?! I wanna meet her too 🥲

harrystylesforever Harry during his Denver show. His girlfriend (yourinstagram) was standing front and center, and made him smile and grin and laugh all the time. I never saw him this happy?! In your face, haters! Our man is his happiest self with this woman who sings along every single song ❤️

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hsfan1 screaming crying lying on the floor

↳ hsfan2 +1

ynandharry They’re like my life goal

yourfan1 relationship goals

yourfan2 wedding when?

↳ hsfan3 imagine the wedding pictures 😭

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Pomegranate Ink: XVI

Series Synopsis: Unable to heal but willing to fight, with a fiancé in Kyoto and a last name that looms over everything you do, you accept an offer to study at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech. What you did not know was that your salvation and your ruination alike would soon join you at the school, neatly wrapped in the form of a boy followed by death.

Chapter Synopsis: Your outing with Gojo is interrupted by the higher ups requesting that you go check in on Megumi Fushiguro, who still hasn’t returned from his mission from the morning.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Yuta Okkotsu × Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 6.7k

Content Warnings: angst, misogyny, naoya zenin, forbidden relationships, canon-typical violence, character death, original characters included

A/N: i hate writing sukuna because he’s such a little freak in canon that almost any decision i make abt him feels ooc so sorry to my sukuna lovers but this is the way he is in this fic please don’t be too mad. also yeah megumi is probably kinda ooc here too feel free to be annoyed abt that. I ACTUALLY CAN WRITE HIM (# shameless ‘a song for the drowned’ plug) I PROMISE. just not in this chapter apparently.

“My father resents me for it,” you said. It was the first thing you said to Gojo as you sat down together. He pulled out a napkin from the holder sitting in the middle of the cheap linoleum table and used it to wipe away the crumbs that still littered the surface. “For finding a way around that ultimatum he gave me.”

To heal or to fight. According to your father and the rest of the higher ups, these were the only choices you had, and they were very much so mutually exclusive. You could do one or the other but not both, and the fact was that they were actually correct in saying this. On your own, you could not do it, could not have both, but you were no longer on your own. Not anymore.

“Is that so?” Gojo said, lips quirking up in amusement. “Well, I’ve always wondered how your poor mother married such a man. Isn’t it something, that he has somehow fathered such a prodigy and yet hates her for the mere fact that she is out of his control? Ironic, really. You are exactly what the L/N clan has needed for so many years, and yet now that you are born, you are despised.”

“I am a girl,” you reminded Gojo. “I’m not exactly what they were hoping for in terms of an heir.”

It was a little disquieting when he smiled with his teeth bared. If you did not know him in the way that you did, you’d consider it almost unnatural, even, but as the case was, it just seemed to you as if it were too wide. Too bright, too false. An emotion conveyed that he did not even mean.

“No, I’d wager you’re a great deal better,” he said, reaching out to pat you on the shoulder. “The girl who brought someone back to life and the youngest Grade 1 sorcerer in recent history; you’ve really proven yourself in the past year. I can say that at least I am proud of you, even if your family isn’t.”

“Thanks, I guess,” you said, uncomfortable with the praise. “Anyways, my mother is proud of me, so that makes two of you. As for the rest of my family, I believe that they are unsure. They do not understand what it means for the clan, that I can do both — albeit at Tullia’s expense.”

The past few weeks, you and Tullia had been training intensely with Shoko Ieri, the only Reverse Cursed Technique user not associated with the L/N clan. It had been a slow process at first, trying to figure out how to push your limits without putting Tullia through the same torture that you had inadvertently subjected her to in the process of healing Toge.

You were not always successful. You could not count the amount of times you had had to stop Composition but were not fast enough, were not able to cut it off before she began to bleed again. But it was better now; though nosebleeds were an inevitable side effect, it was a compromise that all parties were somewhat satisfied with. According to her, she barely even felt them.

It was through such tireless practice that you discovered the way to use the contract to your advantage. By pushing the entire responsibility of the cursed energy supplication to Tullia, you were able to ensure that your body was naturally receptive to receiving the repercussions of the Reverse Cursed Technique. An exchange for an exchange, a burden for a burden, but a far more advantageous one than the earlier scenario, because you possessed the body of a L/N, uniquely designed to handle the pain of Composition, and Tullia had that rare cursed technique which meant her reserves were not dependent on her innate self but instead drew from outside sources and could approach infinity if she had sufficient access to poison.

“The healer and the empty glass,” Gojo said, nodding in approval. “Who would’ve thought that things would turn out like this?”

“I suppose that’s the case. Isn’t it strange? I feel like I should be thanking Naoya. It’s only because of his irresponsibility that Tullia and I could even form the contract in the first place,” you said. Gojo choked on the pastry he had ordered.

“There’s never a situation that would justify you thanking him, so you can put that thought out of your mind,” he said.

“I was only half serious. If there’s anyone to thank, it’s Elakshi, for bringing that curse to Japan. By the way, have you heard anything from Iori about her and how she’s settling in?” you said.

“Nope, Utahime is in one of those phases where she won’t respond to my texts or calls,” he said, pouting comically. “I wish she wouldn’t do that! It makes planning faculty get togethers a real pain, you know?”

“I‘ll ask Noritoshi about it, then,” you said. “And I’ll tell him to tell Iori to text you back or whatever.”

“I knew you were my favorite student for a reason,” he said.

“Technically, I’m not your student anymore, I’m Kusakabe’s, so I believe that means Megumi has to be your favorite. By process of elimination — after all, he is the only first year,” you said.

“The other one is coming soon!” Gojo said. “She’s a girl, too. The one who you’re going to try to mentor or whatever. Are you excited to meet her?”

“Naturally. Though I don’t know if the mentoring life is necessarily for me, it would be nice for someone to look up to me and find me cool and occasionally ask me for advice,” you said.

“I always wished I had someone like that. Nanami was my greatest chance, but on the whole he found me mostly irritating,” he said. You smiled, taking a small bite of your own pastry, chewing and swallowing before you spoke.

“Maybe you already have someone like that,” you said. He cocked his head.

“Do you think so?” he said. You shrugged.

“It could be,” you said. Gojo waited for a moment, but when you did not speak further, he sighed.

“Honestly,” he said, and though he was wearing a blindfold, you could feel the weight of his eye roll. “Of course you won’t elaborate. Frustrating child.”

“I learned from the best,” you said. He stuck his tongue out at you, but could not otherwise argue; after all, your logic was irrefutable. In the year that you had become truly close with Gojo, you had found his personality to have rubbed off on yours the slightest bit. It was both a positive and a negative — that is to say, it was a positive for you and a negative for just about everyone else.

“Moving on, have you started thinking about what you’ll do after your graduation?” Gojo said.

“Huh? Become a sorcerer, of course. I’m already a first grade, it only makes sense that I’d continue to fight. I guess I can heal on the side, if Tullia permits it, but the main thing I’ll do is exorcising,” you said.

“I don’t mean for your occupation. When you don’t have your schoolwork to occupy you and you don’t live in the same building as all of your friends, what will you do? For fun. To entertain yourself. That kind of thing,” he said.

“I’m not sure,” you admitted. “I’ll take up something or another. Though, if we’re being realistic, how much free time do you genuinely think I’ll have? There’s not a large amount of sorcerers in the first place, and of that sum total, ones that are as highly ranked as I am barely even number in the double digits. I can worry about entertainment once I’ve retired, and I doubt that that’s going to happen for a very long time.”

“Sorry,” Gojo said. It was unclear what he was apologizing for. That you had inherited such a world? That he had brought up the topic in the first place? That he was so aware of the problem but could not fix it?

Maybe he might’ve explained himself further, but just then, your phone rang. You frowned at the contact flashing on the screen: Yoshinobu Gakuganji. Motioning for Gojo to pay for the desserts you had been eating, you clicked the ‘accept’ button and held the phone up to your ear.

“I didn’t know you could use a phone,” you said critically. “I thought you only communicated by mail, principal.”

“Don’t be daft, girl,” Principal Gakuganji snapped, as if you were saying something entirely unbelievable — as if he did not consistently send you mission instructions through letters instead of emails, as was the commonly accepted practice! “Of course I can use a phone.”

“Why have you called me? I’m a little busy right now,” you said. Gojo mouthed who? at me. You made a face and mimed playing a guitar at him. He pursed his lips, crossing his arms and tapping his foot impatiently.

“Did you know that first-year student Megumi Fushiguro is on a mission to pick up a cursed object at present?” the principal said, his voice heavy and wheezy as always.

“Still? I thought he was sent on that mission in the morning?” you said.

“That is the case. Because of the sensitive nature of the object — it’s one of Sukuna’s fingers, you know — we’ve been trying to get ahold of Satoru Gojo to go and check on his progress and make sure everything is alright. Unfortunately, it seems as though all of the higher ups’ numbers have been blocked on his phone,” he said. You snorted but disguised it as a cough, though judging by Principal Gakuganji’s fed-up exhale, you had not exactly been successful.

“Why didn’t you just email him?” you said.

“We thought it would take too long, so we decided to call you. As a first grade sorcerer, you’re the next best option, and we believed your personal relationship with Fushiguro might incline you to be prompt,” he said.

“Personal relationship?” you said, causing Gojo’s jaw to drop in surprise. Digging your school uniform out of your bag, you stomped towards the bathroom so that you could change. Though you were none-too-pleased about it, it remained that Principal Gakuganji was, in a sense, correct: certainly you would not leave Fushiguro in danger without even trying to help.

“He is your underclassman, so naturally there is a friendship that exists between you two that would not be there if we were to call in one of the older Grade 1s. Even Aoi Todo would not have the same fondness. Unless there is something more to it?” His tone ticked up with suspicion at the last question. You gritted your teeth as you bent over to tie your shoes.

“Don’t be ridiculous. He’s my dear little junior, so I’ll go make sure everything’s alright, but there’s nothing more to it at all,” you said.

“That’s a relief to hear. And if you can, please let that wastrel know that he’s needed as well,” Principal Gakuganji said.

“You’re so rude to Gojo, for being someone that depends on him so greatly,” you said. “I’ll pass along the message.”

With that, you disconnected the call and strode out of the bathroom, not feeling up to discussing anything more with the aged principal, who was nothing like your own Principal Yaga — now that was what a principal ought to behave like, according to you. To be sure, he was a little eccentric, but after so many years as a sorcerer, who wouldn’t be? At the end of it, though, he did care about his students more than the status quo, which spoke more than enough as to the quality of his character, in your opinion.

“We have to go,” you said, returning to Gojo, who was sitting at the now-clean table, his chin in his hands. “The higher ups want us to check in on Megumi’s mission. Apparently he’s not back yet.”

“Oh, is that all? It’s fine, he’s strong enough to take care of whatever’s going on there,” Gojo said. You gave him an incredulous look and tossed a sugar packet at him. It bounced harmlessly off of his Infinity.

“You’re not even a little worried? He was assigned the mission in the morning and he isn’t back yet, so late at night. I’m going to go whether you come or not, but I’d appreciate it if you don’t make me do it by myself,” you said.

“Go ahead and go,” Gojo said, waving you off. “You’ll be fine. I have to pick something up, since we’re in the area and all, so I’ll catch up with you later. I’m telling you, though, everything is definitely fine! Megumi’s no weakling.”

“I’ll see you later, then,” you said, doubting his flippant attitude just a little bit. How could he be so careless with one of his student’s lives?

Sliding into the backseat of Ijichi’s car, you pondered it as you stared out the window at the blurring scenery. Wasn’t this something like Gojo’s method? He would always put his students into the most absurdly dangerous situations, but never too far out of his sight, never anything you all couldn’t handle if you pushed yourselves.

The thought that you might be interfering in this form of training was outweighed only by the thought of the paycheck you’d receive for something that took relatively minimal effort. Checking in on Megumi was essentially glorified babysitting, except the so-called baby was frighteningly mature and self-sufficient, making it the easiest task ever.

Megumi’s mission was, fittingly enough, in a school. Creeping through the hallways reminded you of the first time you had met Yuta, how he had hidden under that desk, with Rika in the closet and the stars hanging high in the sky. He had come so far since then, hadn’t he? From the boy frightened of himself and his own shadow to the special grade sorcerer proper, the one who had faced even death itself and won.

Unlike that night, however, the hallways in this school were destroyed, rubble and glass littering the tiled floor. You stepped around stray shards, not wanting to cut your feet, and allowed your brow to furrow. There were signs of a genuine struggle here, ones hinting that the scope of the mission had been far beyond Megumi, who was still only a Grade 2 sorcerer.

Clicking your tongue, you leapt out onto the roof, finding your target standing there, his back ramrod straight, his hands curled into fists in front of him. It didn’t look like a defensive posture, but there was a certain desperation to his posture that didn’t seem warranted, considering the total lack of curses in the vicinity.

No, that wasn’t right. That pink-haired boy standing across from him…you could only tell because of how advanced your cursed energy perception was, but there was something strange about him. Something emanated from him, something cruel, dark, malevolent. It was at odds with the gentle expression on his face and the wide eyes he was looking around with.

“Say, Megumi,” you said, placing your hand on his shoulder, as much to alert him of your presence as to stop him from doing anything drastic. “What’s going on here?”

He turned to face you in surprise, blood seeping from a wound on his head and dust covering his cheeks. You let out a laugh and quickly whipped out your phone, taking a picture of him and texting it to Gojo first and the second year group chat next.

“What was that for?” he hissed.

“Sorry, it’s just that Maki and Gojo would be terribly disappointed if I didn’t memorialize your sorry state before healing you,” you said, sending another text to Tullia, warning her to take a couple of shots of bleach or something. She responded in the affirmative, allowing you to put your phone away and place your hands on Megumi’s temples, trying to judge the extent of his injuries. “The wound isn’t terrible. Do you mind?”

“We have bigger issues at the moment,” he said. “Namely, that boy.”

“I’m Yuji Itadori!” the boy in question said. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“That wasn’t an opening for you to introduce yourself to her!” Megumi said, exasperated. “I don’t think you understand the magnitude of what you’ve done yet, but you should get on that so that you stop acting so goddamn cheery!”

“It’s nice to meet someone so positive, actually,” you said. “It’s a not a common trait to see in a sorcerer.”

“Oh, I’m not a sorcerer,” Itadori said. You paused and contemplated the development.

“You’re not?” you said.

“He’s not,” Megumi said. You scowled, though it was more out of befuddlement than any real anger that you did so.

“Are you a curse, then? No ordinary person would have as much cursed energy as you do,” you said.

“I ate a curse? I don’t know if that makes me one or not,” Itadori said.

“Huh? What’s that supposed to mean? Is that your technique or something? I haven’t really heard of people that eat curses, but I guess one of my best friends has a technique that’s just ingesting poison, so I can’t really judge,” you said.

“It’s not like that,” Megumi said. “He literally ate a curse. As in, Sukuna’s finger.”

Reflexively, you gagged. “Ew. Don’t be such a boy, Megumi, that’s not a funny joke at all; it’s just gross to think about. I thought you were above such things.”

“He’s not joking,” Itadori said. “I really did eat the finger.”

“Really?” you said.

“Really,” Itadori said solemnly.

“Do you understand the situation now?” Megumi said, pinching the bridge of his nose. You shook your head.

“In truth, I don’t,” you said. “What — in what scenario does there exist a need for one to ingest a rotten, shriveled old finger? Didn’t that taste putrid?”

“A little like soap, actually,” Itadori mused. You gave him a disgusted look. He shrugged. “I don’t know. There was this massive curse about to kill Fushiguro, and because I was just a normal human, I couldn’t do anything to harm it. So I swallowed the finger and gained the cursed energy required to kill the curse! Sukuna manifested and got the job done, and then he started going on and on about all of the evil stuff he wanted to do, so I suppressed him. He’s such a headache, ugh! But that’s the story.”

“You suppressed Sukuna,” you repeated incredulously.

“According to him,” Megumi said suspiciously. “But what if he’s lying? This could be a trick.”

You peered closely at Itadori, who blinked nervously as you inspected him before tapping on his forehead.

“Dissection,” you said. The normal weak spots glowed white on his body, the full proof that he was a person — though, when you unfocused your eyes, you could just make out a hazy green glow that was not really centered on Itadori but somewhere inside of him. His inner domain, or his soul, or some other such related concept; this green, you surmised, was the presence of Sukuna. But if that was the case, then Itadori really wasn’t lying, so you turned to Megumi and nodded in confirmation. “He’s the real deal.”

“You believe me?” Itadori said.

“I believe myself,” you corrected. “For the moment, you are who you say you are. Megumi, I’m going to heal you while we have the chance; if this comes to blows, I’d rather have you on my side.”

“Fine,” he muttered, ducking his head, his cheeks turning pink. “If you could refrain from sending pictures of it to Maki and Gojo, though, I’d appreciate that. They’d never let me live it down.”

“Don’t stress, I won’t do that. Go on, then, get on the ground while that boy is still in control,” you said, watching over Itadori as Megumi lay on the ground. For his part, Itadori just seemed confused about the proceedings. This came as no surprise, though; if he really had been just an ordinary boy until just today, then how would he know anything about Reverse Cursed Techniques and such concepts? “Composition.”

Instead of a knife, it felt like you were being repeatedly punched in the stomach, each successive blow winding you until you felt like doubling over. Your cursed energy remained intact, however; it was Tullia’s that was rushing into you, allowing you to use it at will, the reward you got for taking every ounce of the pain that you were feeling, that Megumi was feeling, that even Tullia herself was feeling.

Coughing, you wiped away the tears that sprang to your eyes and placed your hands on Megumi’s forehead. Focusing Composition on his battered cursed energy reserves and the injuries his head had sustained, you used the positive energy of the cursed energy reversal to heal the wounds and replenish his reserves until he was somewhat close to the state he must have been before engaging in the battle.

“How do you feel?” you said, reaching into your backpack and taking greedy swigs of water from the bottle you had packed just in case. Megumi sat up and glanced at Itadori, who was watching you in awe.

“Fine. Hey, what are you staring at?” he said.

“Woah! Miss, did you just heal him or something?” Itadori said, ignoring Megumi completely.

“Yes, I did. It’s part of my inherited technique, though I assume those words would be on the whole meaningless to you,” you said.

“They are, but it’s still so cool to hear about! I can’t believe there’s like this entire secret world that’s existed and I knew nothing about until now,” Itadori said.

“We do a very good job at hiding our work from normal people. It helps that most can’t see curses,” you said. “Enough talking, though. We have to figure out what to do with you. You said you suppressed Sukuna? Do you think you could un-suppress him?”

“Why would you want that?” Megumi said.

“Gojo’s on his way,” you muttered under your breath. “It’s the perfect chance to see if he has potential as a vessel or if he should just be killed immediately.”

“Do you really think Gojo of all people should be trusted to arrive on time for anything?” Megumi said.

“It’ll be alright. Don’t underestimate me; I’m a Grade 1 sorcerer, aren’t I? He’s only had the one finger, so even once he manifests as Sukuna, it’ll be in a severely weakened form. I promise, even I can deal with him when he’s in such a state,” you said.

“Are you sure?” Megumi said.

“If I’m wrong, then I’ll have you to help me hold him off, at least until Gojo arrives,” you said. “You probably couldn’t do it by yourself, but if the two of us are working together, then we can probably manage at least that much.”

“If you say so,” Megumi said.

“Itadori, please let Sukuna out for a little bit. I’d like to talk to him,” you said.

“Are you guys personally acquainted or something?” Itadori said. “Sure, I can do that, but are you really certain you want to talk to him? He’s not exactly the greatest guy.”

“Hm,” you said, thinking back to a certain story and chuckling under your breath. “I guess you could say that. Don’t worry, it’ll be a quick conversation. Ten seconds is all I need; after that, I want you to take control back, alright? Or else Megumi and I will have to kill you, I’m afraid.”

“Okay!” Itadori said. “Wait, by the way — what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you said as he closed his eyes before dark markings made of undulating cursed energy crept over his face. “Y/N L/N.”

Eyes as red as pomegranates flew open, staring at you in horror. They were narrower than Itadori’s, and indeed the entire bone structure of his face had changed ever so slightly, matured a little bit, his nose sharper, his chin squarer. Underneath his eyes were two more with the same crimson irises, though these were smaller and seemed less focused on you. There was no doubt about it: this was the King of Curses himself, the one for whom the stories and the songs were written.

He took a step towards you, but you stood your ground, reaching into the small pouch you always carried and grasping a silver needle in between your thumb and index finger.

“Y/N L/N,” he said, his voice deeper than Itadori’s, gravelly and rough instead of warm and bright.

“Ryomen Sukuna,” you said. “The King of Curses.”

“And the woman who sealed him,” he spat. His canines were sharper than any normal human’s had the right to be, his nails more like claws than anything. You looked over at Megumi, who could no more move than a mouse faced with the jaws of a tiger could. “I would kill you if I could.”

“Nothing is stopping you,” you said, fighting to keep your voice level, though you knew it trembled. Even if it was only a shadow of Sukuna’s true self, it remained that the being in front of you was known as the King of Curses for a reason. In terms of curses, just this small fragment could only be beaten in power by Rika herself.

“You would say that,” he said, and then suddenly he was in front of you, those fingers like talons wrapping around your throat, squeezing to the point of discomfort but nothing more. “You would say that, you witch. How fortunate am I! To be born again into this new body, this new world…and yet, I cannot escape you. Y/N L/N. What is this coincidence, that I must find you again, that I must manifest in the same place that you are?”

“I am not the woman who you think I am,” you gasped out, not wanting to fight the body which ultimately was Itadori’s. Not yet, anyways, not while he was still not actively hurting you, only threatening to do so.

“Yet you share her name, and there is some similarity to your features,” he said.

“She was my ancestor. The one who helped seal you. The one you killed — but her husband brought her back to life in the end, so it amounted to nothing,” you said. Maybe taunting Sukuna wasn’t your smartest idea, but you wanted him to know. You wanted him to know that he had been unsuccessful in this one thing, that the original Y/N L/N had lived beyond sealing him.

“You share her blood,” Sukuna said. “It is close enough. In fact, likely it is exactly the same thing; I cannot risk it. That means, no matter how much I want to, I cannot risk your death in the first place.”

Suddenly, abruptly, he threw you away from him, watching with some satisfaction as you barely managed to break your fall and spring to your feet. It was an odd stare which he trained upon you, equal parts concern and pleasure, like he had not wanted you to get hurt but at the same time could conceive no greater joy than the thought of harm coming to you. You could not understand it. You could not understand any of it.

“It’s been ten seconds, Itadori,” you called out carefully, cautiously, still not sure why Sukuna insisted that you could not die but not wanting to test your limits, either, in case that was the breaking point which led to him changing his mind and going after you anyways. Or, worse, he might decide to turn his attention to Megumi, who he presumably held no convictions about as of yet, and that was something you were keen to avoid, since Gojo still hadn’t shown up.

“Oops, sorry, I lost track of time!” The markings and extra eyes had vanished, and the youthfulness had returned as Itadori regained control of his body. He sounded like himself again, all eager and affectionate. “Did your conversation go well?”

“I’m left with more questions than answers, to be fully honest with you,” you admitted. “But nobody got hurt, and you managed to take back control when you needed to, so it’s a net positive. Now we have some solid proof to take to Gojo in the defense of your control as a vessel.”

“Yay!” Itadori said. “But, um, who’s Gojo?”

“That would be me,” a new voice said. The three of you turned as one unit to stare at the newcomer, who was as late as usual and toted two shopping bags, most likely full of souvenirs from wherever he had gone while you were helping Megumi.

“Gojo,” you said. “It’s about time you got here.”

“About time, indeed! What’s all of this talk about vessels and whatnot?” he said.

“That boy is Sukuna’s vessel,” you said.

“I ate a finger,” Itadori supplied helpfully.

“On Megumi’s watch, not mine,” you added. “I’d certainly never let something like that happen. I did confirm that he has control as a vessel, though, with the ability to suppress Sukuna at will.”

“Wait, slow down. So he ate Sukuna’s finger and became his vessel?” Gojo confirmed.

“He did,” you said.

“It’s true,” Megumi said. “I saw it happen. The most idiotic thing I’ve seen in a while.”

“I don’t know, I mean you do see Gojo on the daily, so can you really consider it to be the most idiotic thing?” you said, earning an offended gasp from Gojo and a look from Megumi. “Anyways, I used my signature detection on him, as well as Dissection. He’s the genuine article.”

“But you said he has control?” Gojo said. You nodded.

“Yes, I asked him to let Sukuna out for a total of ten seconds. After that time was up, he managed to regain control without too much of a problem,” you said. Gojo grew even paler than he usually was, which was saying something, as he already had the complexion of a pearl.

“Are you hurt?” he said.

“No, we just talked for that time,” you said, subconsciously rubbing at your neck, which still felt a little odd after Sukuna had grasped it so tightly. “Nothing more.”

“That’s a lie,” Megumi interjected. “He choked her at one point and threw her on the ground afterwards.”

“You shouldn’t have done such an experiment, knowing the dangers,” Gojo said. “You’re sure you’re fine?”

“Yes, positive. He’s being dramatic, anyways; I could’ve handled it, but I chose not to,” you said. Gojo glanced at Megumi for confirmation, but to your relief, Megumi nodded reluctantly.

“She wasn’t exactly overpowered,” he admitted. “It was more like she was letting it happen.”

“Why’d you let yourself get treated like that, then?” Gojo said. “Wait. Don’t tell me you’re into—”

“Shut up!” you said. “No!”

“It’s as fair a guess as any!” he defended.

“No, it is not! I didn’t want to hurt Itadori’s body unless it was absolutely necessary, and to be quite honest with you, I was interested in what Sukuna was saying. You see, he kept talking about how he wanted to kill me but couldn’t. Wouldn’t you be interested if the King of Curses said he couldn’t kill you?” you said.

“Not exactly! If I were you, I’d thank whatever deity intervened on my part and run very far away!” he said. “Now, of course, if it were me, I’d not be surprised. It’s likely he couldn’t kill me, so it wouldn’t be new information.”

“What’s done is done,” you said, deciding there was no point in letting the argument progress any further. “We have to decide what to do with Itadori, and then Megumi and I should probably check in with Ieri. I healed him earlier, but I don’t know if it was enough or not.”

“Good idea. Well, there’s not much deciding that needs to happen; he’ll be executed, that’s all. It’s sad, but that’s how these things go,” Gojo said.

“Wait,” Megumi said as Gojo used an incredibly weakened version of his technique to knock Itadori out in an instant, slinging him over his shoulder and preparing a portal to teleport to jujutsu headquarters. “Can you…can you please save him?”

“It’s strange to have you ask for something from me,” Gojo said. “You think I should save him?”

“Yes,” Megumi said. “Please. He’s the kind of person that deserves to be saved.”

“Do you really think so? Even knowing that he’s Sukuna’s vessel?” Gojo said. You knew him well enough by now to pick up on the fact that he did not doubt Megumi’s words but was rather testing his conviction.

Megumi was silent, casting about for something to say, so you took pity on him and decided to jump in. Besides, it was true that you didn’t want to see Itadori die just yet, either, though your explanation was a little different than Megumi’s was.

“He reminds me of Yuta,” you said. “Not in personality but in circumstance. If there’s a way for you to give him a chance the way you gave Yuta one, I think it could be worthwhile. How often will we meet another person capable of being Sukuna’s vessel? We could use him for our own ends. A mutually beneficial deal, as the case may be.”

“You’re so sentimental,” Gojo cooed. “Did it bring back fond memories for you, being at a high school and going on a dangerous mission like this?”

“It did,” you said shortly. “Not that that’s any of your business, by the way, so stay focused on the task at hand. I hate how involved you are in my personal life!”

“It’s my job!” Gojo whined.

“It distinctly is not!” you said. “Regardless, that’s my opinion on the matter. You may make of it what you will. In the end, I suppose it doesn’t really impact my life all too much if you save him or not, so do what you’d like.”

“My student wants me to save him,” Gojo said, giving Megumi one of those serious looks of his that meant he was being one hundred percent genuine in what he was saying. Megumi shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. “I’ll do my best to that end. Y/N, if you could ensure that Megumi gets back to the school, I’ll bring you with me to Africa the next time I go to check on Yuta’s progress.”

“I’m on it,” you said. You would’ve done it anyways, of course, but the thought of seeing Yuta again gladdened you greatly, so you weren’t about to turn Gojo’s offer down. Even though you talked to Yuta on the phone as much as you could, you wanted to be with him in person, wanted to feel his arms around your body and his lips against your own, even if it was only for a little bit. That little bit would be enough to tide you over until he came back for good. “Let’s go, Megumi.”

“Do you think he’ll be able to save Itadori?” Megumi said as Ijichi drove off in the direction of Tokyo Jujutsu Tech.

“He said he’ll try his best. Coming from Gojo, that’s basically a guarantee that he will,” you said. “Don’t worry about it.”

“If I ask you a personal question, Y/N, would you answer it?” Megumi said. You shifted in your seat so that you were facing him, but he did not do the same, focusing on the moon and how it shimmered through the tinted glass of the car window.

“I used to pretend like the moon was following me so that it could watch over me,” you said.

“That’s not how it works,” Megumi said. “Scientifically.”

“Of course, I learnt that later on, but to a romantic child, it meant all the world that there was that one entity which cared enough to chase after me, no matter where I went,” you said.

“I see,” Megumi said.

“You may ask your question,” you said. “If it offends me, I’ll choose not to answer. That is all. I won’t be angry or anything.”

“You’re the youngest Grade 1 sorcerer in quite some time,” he said. “Was it worth it?”

“That’s heavy,” you said.

“The difference between us is like a chasm. Even though it’s only one level — two if you count Semi-Grade 1 as its own separate thing — you can claim to defeat Sukuna’s manifestation and not sound utterly ridiculous. You made it sound plausible. I could not even manage to fight against the curses that that finger attracted,” he said.

“You’re younger than me, so it’s not some great weakness to be down about,” you said.

“That’s a separate matter. What I really want to know is what it’s like? Being someone so powerful that when they needed a sorcerer to go in Gojo’s place, the higher ups thought of you,” he said.

“Power,” you said. “I don’t think that’s something I can ever lay claim to. Not truly. I know what you must be thinking — I’m a Grade 1 sorcerer, the one that everyone in jujutsu society seems to be talking about at the moment, so naturally I must be powerful. But it’s not like that. I’m no more powerful than you are, Megumi; in fact, I’m likely your inferior in that department by several degrees. I could never go up against the truly strong and win: people like Gojo, Yuta, even Hakari and Todo, all of them would beat me in a fair fight.”

“So then?” Megumi said. “I know you’ve beaten Todo before, so you’re not telling the full story.”

“So I never fight fair. I use people’s weaknesses against them. I strike from the shadows at the places which shine like beacons to me, and people think of me as some great hero for it. Can I really be considered as such, though? I’d like to answer your question, but I can’t. I don’t know what it’s like to be powerful. I don’t know if all of this was worth it,” you said. He was silent for so long that you nearly thought he had fallen asleep, but finally, he deigned to speak once more.

“What should I do?” he said. “Now that I’ve made such a request and asked Gojo to save that boy. What should I do?”

“You do the only thing any of us can do. You keep trying to grow stronger. You hope that in the end, you don’t regret any of it. Might I offer some entirely unsolicited advice?” you said.

“Sure,” he said. He was oddly vulnerable, in this light. You did not think that Megumi would open up to you like this in normal circumstances, but the trauma of the day’s events had probably worn down whatever defenses he might ordinarily have. Besides, it was generally difficult for someone to keep secrets or be stoic around the person who had healed them — it was a phenomenon that you had noticed, that the patients of your family could not help but bare their deepest secrets to them. Who better to do such a thing to than the person who already knew your entire body and soul so intimately, who had risked their own just to save yours?

“Your decision to save Itadori may not go the way you want it to,” you said. “There’s a reason he would ordinarily be executed, after all. I threw my support behind you because I felt pity, for you and for him, but in the end it was your request that did it, not mine. I think you are aware of this, but are you prepared for what that might entail?”

“No, I don’t believe so. Did I make a mistake?” he said.

“Yes,” you said. “You did. But don’t live like that.”

“Huh?” he said. You thought about Yuta, about the many mistakes you had made and he had made, about how many times the two of you had risked everything for one another.

Bringing him back was the one accomplishment you were proud of. It was the one thing you guarded fiercely as your own achievement, one unsullied by self-doubt. You had not let Yuta Okkotsu die. For better or for worse, you had not let him die. It was the one of the things you guarded deep and close to your heart, that you had saved him. Whatever came of it, you would not, could not, feel apologetic for doing that.

“You chose not to let him die,” you said, and then you twisted in your seat again, so that you, too, could stare out at the moon. Even now, it followed you, as it had when you were a child, and you smiled, resting your finger against its reflection. “That was your decision. No matter what the consequences are, you must always, always hold your head high and be proud of it. Don’t you ever dare let anyone tell you otherwise.”

#yuuta x reader #yuuta x y/n #yuuta x you #reader insert #canon au #pomegranate ink #m1ckeyb3rry writes

[gagsolineoilrefinery]

brian headcanons? pretty please

Smiles so big and wide at you yes absolutely I love that little freak

putting under a read more for convenience's sake

- I'm 100% a Bug Brian truther, that man is an insect you can't convince me otherwise, I like to think he can make weird little chittering noises and climbs up walls with his hands and feet for enrichment

- He's trans and has no last name because he didn't care enough to pick a new one so he went with none, acts all mysterious about it because he thinks it makes him look cool

- This man needs glasses so fucking badly but after a litany of "nerd" comments growing up he refuses to wear them, has attempted contacts but cant get them in his eyes for the life of him

- He would genuinely rather die than go to the factory, he does all his needed repairs on himself unless he's forced to (usually by Ben or William)

- He gets along with his co workers in, his own way when he's forced to interact with them. He does not understand how to behave "appropriately" around other people, he's my favorite rude autism icon (he is going to insult your intelligence at any given opportunity with what he sees as good intentions and does not understand why everyone hates him)

- I'm also a Bellthinker truther I think that british man should kiss that bug right on the brain dome and make him so flustered his systems soft reset

- Every time theres a meeting that he's in the second he's at the front of the room the entire mood changes because everybody knows he's gonna have a whole presentation planned thats no less than 1 hour long, and he will yell at you if you try to stand up for any reason

- I like to think living in the heart of toontown (right in the playground no less) definitely has some side effects on him, the silliness is rubbing off on him more than he realizes, most obviously things like his brain exploding comically when he starts baby raging

- Im sorry this man is absolutely a cog reddit user (coggit? idk) you can't change my mind, hes a power mod and proud of it, keeps getting talked to for using it on company time though

- He's very attatched to the Desk Jockeys but absolutely hates to admit it, I like to think its a Dr. Robotnik with Scratch and Grounder type dynamic (thinking especially like that one scene where Robotnik says "I don't even know why I bother to repair you guys, I suppose I'm too sentimental" shit like that)

- With his dynamics with the other toontown central managers, I think he actually feels very guilty about the incident that happened with Buck- but instead feigns a petty hatred for him so nobody will ask him about it and he doesn't have to admit how monumentally he fucked up

- He's on relatively chill terms with William, they're both angry big mouthed autistic people who do not know how to shut up so they mesh pretty well, I think they like to fight eachother to let off steam and then makeup immediately after, Brian isn't too fond of the whole oil leakage problem thing though because it makes a mess of his basement but he doesn't exactly hold it against him since he knows he can't help it

- When he can spare the time he loves poking around in the systems of his co workers just to see how they operate out of morbid curiosity and to see how he can make the jockeys more efficient, he's on that medic tf2 shit, not many of them let him do it though (understandably so)

- Probably went to whatever the cog equivalent of medical school was but lost his medical license after The Buck Incident™️

(And I think thats probably good for now because I am dangerously treading the line of infofumping about my AU sorry I have so many thoughts about this creature)

#sludgetalkz #answered asks #prethinker #brian ttcc #fuck it yknow what this is getting character tags. look at my thoughts boy

[lynnthefrenchtoast]

Lines from "In The Other Universe" that I CANT GET OVER

in which a fanfic writer (me) overexplains her oneshot bc I NEED TO RAMBLE AND MY IRLS FOLLOW ME ON EVERY OTHER PLATFORM SO TUMBLR IS ALL! I! HAVE!

(u should prob read it first this wont make sense otherwise)

"Even though it was not his name, Yin Yu turned"

i dont know if this is a canon scene or not (sue me the books are LONG and hard to buy in my country) but i've read about yin yu getting mistaken for yizhen and getting totally upset. so i decided to start this fic with him being so okay with it that he responds to qi ying's name as if it's his own.

(also because if ur so close to someone, ur nosy abt their business because it also becomes your business) I WANTED TO CONVEY THAT CLOSENESS FROM THE VERY FIRST LINE

"Should I tell Yizhen you can't even recognize me?"

CANON YIN YU IS SO GLOOMY AND HONESTLY WE UNDERESTIMATE HIS POTENTIAL TO BE TEASY. i just know he could be. all hard workers have a sarcastic inner voice

"The man damn near shits his pants"

AHAHHA okay look. i have this tendency when writing to be REALLY PRETENTIOUS AND FANCY. and ive learnt that usually NO ONE GIVES TWO SHITS. compared to genshin, tgcf fanfics are so beautifully written and sometimes i gotta remind this fandom to SPEAK INFORMALLY (unless its qi rong. then. yea. BUT WHO READS QI RONG FICS?)

"The blank wrist that has never known the kiss of cold metal"

I RIPPED MY OWN HEART OUT WITH THIS ONE

"In this universe, he discovers it's such a simple thing to be happy."

proof that quanyin is literally hualian's cousin

the entire earring scene

i am a sucker for qyz's over-attachment to the earrings. ik a lot of ppl think he's like this because its the only thing yin yu ever gave him but NO headcanon that even in the other universe, yizhen would be overly attached because hes a puppy

he xuan scene

canonically, he xuan would NEVER. bc 1) he's too lost in his own ways to ask for advice and 2) it would fuck with his earth master disguise too much. but since it's the other universe!!!! I CAN DO WHAT I WANT.

“Yizhen’s victory is my victory,” he declares, with a tone that leaves no room for argument. “His loss is my loss. When Yizhen cries, I am sad. When Yizhen smiles at me, my heart is so full it could burst.” He brings two jade white palms together, interlocking the fingers like entangled limbs on a hot summer morning. “We’re like this. One shared past; one shared future. As a Shixiong, don’t you think rather than being jealous, I’m extremely proud of how far he’s come?”

my favourite freaking line can you tell? IT SHOWS THEIR ABILITY TO ROOT FOR ONE ANOTHER. SHOWS EMPATHY. SHOWS LOVE. ("my heart is so full it could burst") THE RECALL TO THE MORNING THEY WOKE UP TOGETHER, REMINDING YOU OF DOMESTICITY AND SIMPLICITY AND TRUST AND CLOSENESS.

ONE SHARED PAST; ONE SHARED FUTURE ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? this is all i ever wanted for them. to be able to grow together and live together and die together. TO HAVE A SHARED PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE.

this line is also loaded to me bc i once wrote a fic called "entangled pasts; estranged future" that wasnt good enough to be posted but GOD IT REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF IT

"Here, he never needs to know the weight of a mask – neither physical not metaphorical."

i dont like how i worded this but IT NEEDED TO BE SAID. YIN YU NEVER NEEDS TO KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO WEAR THE WANING MOON MASK but more importantly NEVER NEEDS TO KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO WEAR A MASK TOWARDS QUAN YIZHEN. NEVER NEEDS TO HIDE RESENTMENT. im shaking with all they couldve been and didnt become.

"Here, Brocade and Immortal are just two words"

hear that? its the sound of me BANGING MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL AAAAAA I SO DESPERATELY WANT THIS TO BE REAL i mean i understand if they werent so tragic i wouldnt love them as much but IT HURTS! (*100 teehee)

"Sure it will."

i actually hate myself why did i end it like that even in my fanfic i cant let them be happy. huh. i have to subtly hint that this isnt what happens.

its actually so upsetting that the whole fic is so nice and healing and all of it is just overcasted by this knowledge of "its not real. they never get to be this happy. what really happens is they resent each other and leave each other and they become one shared past; two estranged futures."

you can call me insane. im aware no one thinks this deeply about fanfiction and most people are on the site for smut. BUT I THOUGHT LONG AND HARD ABOUT IT SO YOURE FORCED TO LISTEN TO ME RAMBLE

#fanfiction #tgcf #quanyin #hualian #heavens official blessing #heaven official's blessing

[nightlyteaandpaper]

ACOTAR Vs. Racialize Stereotypes

I am not going to speak on TOG because I have not read it and have no plans to read it; I do not care. At all. However, some things in this series kind of...turn my stomach around and I really need to let them out before I spiral.

I understand that Prythan is located in what would be the UK, so I am not mad about the number of white people displayed, especially since this is a traditionally published (1) fantasy (2) female-lead (3) young adult (4) turned to adult (5) novel written by a white woman (6) from upstate New York (7) who has never seen poverty a day in her life (8, and I read her biography, so I know that for a fact.) I'm not mad about that, because in my own story, despite it being very diverse (and I mean very diverse), the majority of people are black or half black, with there being some Indigenous people and South and Eastern Asian people (and very little white people.) However, while I am not mad at what is being portrayed, Im annoyed about how it is being portrayed.

In this series, we meet our first person of color in the form of Alis, the maidservant. At the time, we didn't know she was black or black-coded. Still, we quickly find out because, for some fucking reason, the glamor Tamlin gave his people also changed the color of Alis's skin, and this was because he didn't want Feyre to freak out... so, either Tamlin is a racist or Feyre is (this is a joke, please laugh.) However, what is not a joke is that Alis is depicted as the magical negro-troupe, where she gives sage advice and aids our disastrous main character. This being one-off , would not have been an issue, but for some reason...it is not. Within the same book, we meet the shadow twins who are still coded as people of color with tan skin despite being underground for fucking 50 years. If Rhysand, for some reason, is pale as a fucking ghost, everyone really should be pale, but the maids were people of color. In the first book, all the Help were people of color.

This, combined with the depictions of the Ilyrans, who are pretty much thought to be middle eastern men, as aggressive, backward people, is CRAZY. It is INSANE that the mostly white, NC is the progressive court of all the fucking land, but they refuse to do anything about the situation literally within their borders. They do a lot of grandstanding when it comes to feminism (which is another topic) but...do nothing to stop it. Instead, they just shit on the Ilyrans and call them backward and aggressive, and it is not lost on me that the two full-blooded Ilyrians who escape, shit on their ethnic group whenever they get a chance, and the one who is even remotely proud to be a bat-thing, is also depicted as aggressive and cocky and so very much obnoxious. It is also not lost on me that the three bat-dudes who escaped, all found their sanctuaries in the arms of white women. Of the women in the IC, none of them are people of color (I thought Amren was Asian and Morr was biracial, but that wasn't the case, in fact, she wasn't even related to Rhys on his mom's side.) And it is also not lost on me that the "objectively good" and feminist bat-boy of the trio is also half-white.

We have two POC High Lords in the series (good, I guess) and both of them get a raw deal from the author. Helion is a man who does not know he has a son (I also don't understand why Feyre is the one to figure this out when she has only been in this realm for, at most, a year and had literally just met Helion three days prior. Lucien has been alive for almost 500 years, and NO ONE, not even Helion, figured it out? They half to look a lot alike for her to put it together that easily.) Helion (also the bisexual High Lord) is a fucking hoe who has a child he does not know about in a completely different zip code. No one else has that issue, which would you think would be the case since some of these have been alive for...almost a thousand you.

And now we have my darling Tarquin. He is the youngest of the High Lords at 86. It is known that he would have given the literal shirt off his back if he could be friends with ANYONE, and he wanted to be friends with Rhysand because he saw something in that guy that he liked. And instead of asking "Hey, can we...can we see your book" and then, if Tarquin said no, they steal it, they just steal the shit. Then they had the audacity to consider sicking Amren on them because Tarquin, who was betrayed, gave them blood diamonds, but they never have this energy when it comes to their white counterparts.

Here is what gets my goat--there is something so insidious about a white-coded woman telling a black-coded man what to do in his own house. Tarquin had every right to want to kick Feyre and Rhysand in the teeth and throw them out, but instead, he calmly bitches for a few seconds and then tells Feyre to leave. Upon this, Feyre refuses to exit this man's house, while choosing to approach knowing damn well that his entire life is destroyed because of the butterfly affect her shitty (war criminal) actions in the Spring Court had on his court. And when he looks at the man who he wanted to be friends with and says, "take your mate and leave," Rhysand says "She is the High Lady of the Night Court; she can do whatever she wants..." the amount of entitlement that seeps through those pages made me sick and made me look up a few of SJM's controversial takes. The real-life implication of this entire scene is...crazy. Not to mention that it makes it seem that being the High Lady of the Night Court was more important than being the actual ruler of the current kingdom they are standing in.

What made me even more upset was that...even after all that, Tarquin steal forgave them and helped...

I don't think I need to explain why that is problematic. We are all smart here.

#writing #indie author #books & libraries #acotar #acowar #acomaf #anti sjm #anti acotar #acotar analysis #sjm #racism #fantasy #I think too #i think too much #But I am not a fool #I am actually very smart #lgbtq community #anti feylin #anti rhysand #Heavy on the anit Rhysand

[feral-teeth]

Hello friend, welcome to the Spencer brain rot club wherein you cannot help but be enamoured by this pretty and overtly silly guy 🫶 your Spencer art is now glued in my brain. It’s so insanely cool the vibe you captured in it! And the style of it, the words around the head, etc all of it so stylistically cool!

This is the art - enjoy looking at it again hehe (it’s also in my arrow valentine art tag and pinned to the top of my feed rn)

The Spencer brain rot club has turned into a full blown out obsession cause this man is in my thoughts and I cant stop writing fics with him involving him with x reader and with other people in smosh ! I also drew him multiple times again,. Let me know if I should post (it’s messy but I love it)

We love this pretty and silly guy, maybe even enough to want to kiss him maybe ? WHO SAID THAT (Can I say that?) but also want to like shake his shoulders and scream. Affectionately.

I’m happy to hear that it is glued to ur brain and that it made that much of an impact on you! I genuinely almost didn’t post it cuz I was embarrassed about how much this lil freak was on my mind and I didn’t want the drawing to prove it you know? But I gave into the temptation of oversharing which is always fun! And that didn’t go as badly as I thought so! He also liked it on twitter like both posts I made on my backup and art account idk,,, idk what to do about it tbh,, I’ve been running on the anxiety and the huge confidence boost that gave me for days now.. I’m serious I haven’t been sleeping cuz I’ve been thinking abt the fact he saw my art and that maybe he saw the rest of my art and my page and…. Wtf

And I love that part the most! I was just thinking about Spencer and what would look cool for him and drew what vibes he gave off to me! I was also just having fun w the drawing l was trying to be looser and less perfectionistic and more expressive in my art so hopefully that shows here. The words are also song lyrics of songs that I was listening to while drawing it!!

This art is my style that I’m both proud of and kind of embarrassed about how messy it is but maybe that’s apart of the charm??? Who knows

(I don’t get notifications at all so I just had to manually find this through making a custom setting of asks, so I hope I’m not too late to reply to u ! I am genuinely so thankful for the love on my art, it feels like it must have been washed away by all of the other content on social media so for it to have made an impact I’m genuinely so happy and overjoyed and overwhelmed )

(also for my anxieties sake I want to mention that I understand Spencer is a real person and I’m not trying to sound parasocial when I write this, I kinda view him as a little guy that I want to put in my pocket but in the way that he was not actually himself, like a different person? Like how people write about real people so they are characters in a fanfiction - like that)

#feral-teeth thoughts #feral-teeth asks #ceilidhasworld #spencer agnew

[kokomifan24]

Serizawa x reigen aladdin AU

Serizawa x Reigen Aladdin AU oneshot requested by @princeasimdiya12

word count: 1151

Note: tysm for requesting this fic!! it was amazing to work on!! also thank you @izakumai for proof reading this for me!

For the most of Serizawa’s life he’s been sheltered in his palace and his mother did everything in her power to cheer up her son. Nothing would work. Gifts, jesters, and she even introduced him to potential suitors. For being the prince of Agrabah, he’d seen little to none of the city itself. He was scared his people wouldn’t accept him because of his psychic powers and that he would hurt them. That was far from the truth. All he wanted was to find someone who understood him.

Until one day, he overheard the conversation of one of his guards talking about the many “psychic” services in the city and which ones were fake. That caught his attention 

“If there're psychics services in the city, there could potentially be more people who understand and could help me” 

He thought to himself as he went back to his room to get in disguise and head into the city. Because he never rarely showed his face to the public, nobody would recognize him. All he had to do was put on a more “common” attire and head out. 

Before he could, he had to make sure his mother wouldn’t find him, so he put books about the neighboring city in his room to trick his mother and the guards into thinking he went there. Now that everything is in place, he went to the city; he got overwhelmed easily because of how busy everything is. People were bumping into him, so many voices started to get too much until he saw an empty alleyway and decided to go there.

He covered his ears in hope of quieting everything down. He started to curl up into a ball, regretting his decision of ever leaving the palace. He ended up falling asleep in the alley that night and woke up to the sound of people talking about the missing prince. News must have spread by now about his absence. Serizawa slowly stood up to go look around the city more.

As he left the alley, he saw a missing poster with an old picture of him on it. He took the poster and put it in his pocket. He started to walk until he saw a flashy sign reading “spirits and such consultation office” and a blonde-haired man accompanied by a little boy. His staring caught the eye of the blonde-haired man,

“YOU WITH THE DARK HAIR AND SHAGGY LOOK!” he screamed at Serizawa.

“M-Me?!” he says with a shaky tone to his voice and sweating vigorously

“YEAH YOU!,”

He slowly starts to walk up to Serizawa and gives him a sales pitch to try and sell his services. Serizawa was starting to get overwhelmed and freaked out until the little boy came up to them and said.

“Master, I think this guy is a psychic,” he says in a monotone voice. Suddenly the blonde's eyes lit up and said,

“Oh, never knew we had a fellow psychic in our mists.” He puts his hand on Serizawa’s shoulder,

“Y-yea I am! I wanted to know if you could help me understand my powers more,” he says with a nervous tone in his voice. 

“Of course I REIGEN ARATAKA IS THE BEST PSYCHIC IN THE WORLD!” He goes on a rant about how much of a powerful psychic he is and that he can teach him everything he needs to know about his powers. 

Reigen then takes Serizawa into his office and starts to tell him what he's going to do for work there. 

“But first, before you start, we have to do something about how you look,” Reigen says in a serious tone.

“H-how I look?” Serizawa says with confusion. 

Then Reigen takes out a razor and a brush and starts to change his hair.

“Mhm much better,” Reigen says with his usual proud tone to his voice as he gets a mirror for Serizawa. Serizawa was surprised at how different he looked now, the guards are for sure not to recognize him now.

He gives Reigen a thanks while he nervously smiles. After a while of him working at the office, he slowly started to get used to the place and develop feelings for Reigen. But because of how long he has gone, the city has become more worried and down because of the absence of the prince. He wanted to go back home because of how much his mother was worried, but he couldn’t because he didn’t want to leave Reigen.

It was a tough spot for him. He didn’t know what to do or who to go to. He didn’t want Reigen to hate him for his identity as the prince; he wanted to give Reigen everything. Reigen started to notice that Serizawa wasn’t feeling good and wanted to cheer him up, so he would always try to make his work days more exciting and fun. But it only seemed to make him more upset.

“Is it something with me? Does he not like me?” Reigen thought to himself while getting ready for the day. It made Reigen quite upset seeing him like this but he didn’t know what he could do to help him. He sucked it up and put the same smile on his face as he entered his office. 

As the days went by, he got more worried for Serizawa and decided to talk to him about it.

“Hey Serizawa can I talk to you” he asks,

“S-sure what’s up?” Serizawa says nervously as he turns to Reigen. Reigen starts to signal for them both to sit down at the little table. Reigen then builds up the courage to tell Serizawa,

“Serizawa, is there something bothering you? You're really bringing down the workplace environment and it could push away potential customers.” Reigen tells Serizawa trying to act like a coworker to sound more professional to not worry about him. It ended up making him more worried.

“I uhm..” He starts to get overwhelmed and just blurbs out the truth. Reigens' eyes widen as he hears the truth. 

“YOU'RE THE PRINCE?!” He says loudly while standing up in his seat.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he says while sitting back down.

“I was afraid…that, you would think of me differently,” Serizawa says

“Why would I think of you differently? You're still the same Serizawa I know… and love” He says while putting his hand on his own neck while blushing lightly. Serizawa smiles faintly and says.

“Thank you Reigen, I love you too,” He says.

Over the next few days, he asked Reigen to move in with him in the palace and become his prince along his side. He helped Reigen pack his stuff, and they went to the palace.

“Are you sure your mother will accept me?” Reigen asked nervously 

“I’m sure of it.” Serizawa said with a smile as they went on a ride to the palace.

#mob psycho 100 #fan fiction #reigen arakata #mp100 serizawa #mp100 #mp100 fanfic #kokomifan24 #serirei #aladdin #mp100 au #shigeo kageyama #anime

[badassturtles235147]

TMNT Karai HeadCannons

Since Karai was a child, she has always wanted to get closer to her 'father' (Shredder), make him proud, and crave for his love but he was very neglectful towards her and very abusive. Whenever Karai achieved at something, like a test or something, Shredder was never impressed. So, one day, when passing through the dojo, she saw Shredder practicing ninjutsu and thought that could be her way to get closer to him but he, of course, said no and that of course, only made Karai want it more. So, she trained behind his back, until she proved herself and got him to change his mind.

2. When Karai first asked Shredder about her mother, he did not say much, just told her how she died and the name of the man who killed her. She then asked, what her mother looked like, and Shredder could not find the words, so instead, he gave her the picture where he teared Yoshi out. Since then, she has carried it with her everywhere, even though Splinter had the whole picture, she still clung to the one that she already had because it was her only comfort growing up.

3. Shredder, mentally, emotionally, and physically abused Karai her whole life. He was determined to shape her into his perfect image, rid of all things he hated about her and turn her into his perfect weapon but Karai, never lost sight of her true self completely, at the end of the day, Shredder could never truly control her, no matter what he did.

4. I strongly believe, Shredder hired someone to take care of Karai. Like a nanny or something. (You guys seriously telling me, Shredder, evil, cruel Shredder, would change diapers, feed, and nurse a baby? Especially a baby that's not even his? Your crazy if you think that!) However, she was not exactly motherly towards Karai, she just did what she had to and that was that.

5. Since she started her training, Karai was always promised that the throne of the Foot and the legendary Kuro Kabuto would be her's but once she learned of the truth, instead of being given that honor, she steals it from the man she hates but after he dies, she wanted nothing to do with anything that reminded her of him, so eventually, she leaves the Foot and finds her own path.

6. Karai eventually changes her name back to Hamato Miwa. At first, she felt she was not worthy of the name, because she felt as though she dishonored her true family's name and that she was, in a way, still Shredder's daughter. She struggled with a little identity crisis but she eventually, works through it and discovers that she is, Hamato Miwa, the daughter of Hamato Yoshi and Tang Shen.

7. After her outburst, "I am. Not. Your. DAUGHTER!!!" Shredder lashed out and hurt Karai, badly, leaving a huge scar on her back.

8. Karai is bisexual. She kept it secret for many years, knowing Shredder would never improve and because of that, she feared what her friends would think but after Shinigami came out to her, and told her she loved her, Karai found the courage to come out as well.

9. Being locked up by Shredder, trapped in a body of a mindless snake, experimented by Stockman, trapped in his lab, and being controlled by a worm inside her brain that she could not break free from, Karai grew to have claustrophobia. Whenever she feels trapped or is in a small space, she could not help but freak out.

10. In honor of her father, Hamato Yoshi, Karai leaves the vengeance path. After almost blowing up Donnie and the incident with Tatsu, she finally understands what her father had been trying to warn her, and the cost of vengeance, so she leaves it for good and vows to never cross the paths of vengeance again.

11. There was a time, when Karai truly hated her mother. Somehow, she learns the whole truth of what happened the night before the fire and the relationship between her parents and...Saki. She finds out that before she was born, her mother had a secret thing for Saki while she was dating her father, and she finds out her mother was thinking about running away with him because she did not want her daughter to become a kunoichi. She also finds out that her parents were separated before the fire and that it was caused, by her father, putting all his time into the dojo, instead of his family. Karai hated them, all three of them, (Mostly Shredder) but really, she hated herself, blaming herself. For if she was not born, her mother wouldn't have even considered leaving her father for Shredder and maybe, her parents wouldn't have gotten separated. Perhaps, even her mother's death wouldn't have happened.

12. Even though Karai knows that Splinter is not Shredder, she still fears him, almost as much as she feared Shredder and she felt like she needed to make him proud, just like how she tried so hard to get Shredder to be proud, but this time, in her own way. She also, has a hard time believing that he loves her, just as much as her brothers...and April. She believes April is the daughter that Splinter truly wanted, the daughter he longed for. It was one of the many reasons why she resented April. She envied the relationship that she and Splinter had.

13. As Karai grew older, she decided to grow her hair out. When she was a child, she used to have long hair like her mother but one day, after a bad fight with Shredder, Karai cut her hair, making it as short as possible, just to spit him but also, to punish herself. However, after his death, Karai started to heal, and began growing her hair out, becoming her true self.

14. In the Foot, Karai had a team of teens of her own, a sort of rebellion. Shredder never allowed her to take on missions like Bradford and Xever, so she would go out and steal them. However, when she moved to New York, they were all left in Japan and when they found out of her betrayal, they grew to hate her.

15. Together, Karai helps her brother Leo rebuild the Hamato Clan. Not wanting her father's name or clan to be forgotten, Karai helps Leo anyway she can rebuild the clan that was wrongfully destroyed. It was tricky because they were mutants but eventually, they were able to do it, once the world finally accepted them. Leo eventually even opens a dojo of his own in New York while Karai, goes to Japan to atone for her sins as Shredder's daughter.

16. Despite Karai, wearing nothing but black, gray, and red, her favorite color has always been green. It was her comfort color because it reminded her of turtles. Since she was a child, she has always loved turtles but never really knew why. She would never admit it to her brothers though.

17. Like Splinter and Raphael, Karai loves art. She has a real talent for drawing and painting. When she was a child, she was isolated like her brothers, and Shredder's version of allowing 'fun' was very limited. So, all she could do on her rare free time, was draw.

18. In her early teenage years, Karai hit a very low point, but she survived. However, after all the new trauma she went through after learning the truth and after Shredder's death, she had nothing to distract her from her pain anymore so she would hurt herself. She would burn herself, so that way, she could shed off the dead skin and pretend like it never happened. Plus, it's fitting, since everything she loved went up into flames and so, eventually, so will she. (Unless her brothers stop her)

19. Karai did have a sibling in the Foot. A sister but they were not very sisterly towards each other. Like their fathers before them, they had a bitter rivalry. They were like fire and ice, but would their story end like their fathers'. Who knows?

20. Karai looks a lot like her mother. She has her whole face! Eye-shape, eyebrows, cheeks, chin, and lips. However, she has her father's amber eyes, his black hair color (Shen's hair just looks like a dark brown to me), his nose shape, and his skin-tone. (Shen's skin seemed lighter)

21.  Karai never had a crush on Leo. Yes, she thought he was cute but not in a flirty way. She was just trying to gain his trust and maybe try to turn him on her side because she liked him and did not want to have to kill the first friend she made since moving to New York. After learning the truth though, they grow to make a great brother-sister team and are like, best friends. (Sorry LeoRai fans but it's true. The LeoRai ship should never exist. Maybe not blood but same father, same last name, therefore siblings and plus, they would never work)

22. Karai actually liked that Raph still had a problem with trusting her and accepting her into the family. She was not ready to accept any forgiveness and she honestly could not understand why everyone was forgiving her. However, she soon discovered that Raph had already forgiven her and understood, he just did not know how to make things right between them. She also came to learn that she and Raph, out of her other brothers, are the most similar. They grew to have a more brother-sister relationship, but they still enjoy bantering each other.

23. Karai enjoys spending time with Donnie, especially when she might get a cool new weapon out of it. She likes that she and Donnie, can talk shit about anyone together and how they through sarcastic remarks at each other. She even helps him out with his troubles with April.

24. Like her brothers, Karai is protective of Mikey. However, she does let him get away with way more than the others. While Karai was not very known for her patience, she does have it, when it came to Mikey because she developed a soft spot for him. She helps him with his pranks and any kind of mischief scheme he came up with. She sort of became his partner in crime.

25. Every time she sees Casey, Karai wants to through his head through a wall because every time she sees him, he teases her on how she kissed him when she was mind controlled. Leo always has to hold her back from doing something, she would regret.

26. The reason Karai was jealous of April was not because she was targeted by the Kraang! (I don't know why people think that. It makes no sense.) No. Before Leo betrayed her, Karai would spy on him and his brothers, as well as his friends. She was jealous of April because she had a normal life, loving friends and a family who love her. Karai did not and when she soon discovered Splinter was her father, she was jealous that April had a closer relationship with him than she did, but she eventually gets over it, and they become on good terms.

27. April's tessen, was a family heirloom in the Hamato Family. It previously belonged to Karai's grandmother and when she was born, Splinter had his heart set on passing it down to his daughter, to keep the tradition alive. For obvious reasons, that did not happen, so he gave it to April instead and Karai was a bit upset about it, thinking her father did it to replace her but that was not true, and eventually she accepted she was just never meant to wield the tessen. However, when Karai had children of her own, April gave it back to her, saying if she has a daughter, then the tessen should be given to her, like it should have been given to her mother so long ago.

28. If Karai ever has a son, she would name him, Yoshi, after her father Hamato Yoshi. (I think this is everyone's cannon, right? Lol. It's either Karai or Leo who would name a son after their father. I think it should be Karai though.)

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt karai #tmnt hamato clan #tmnt headcannon

[takashi0]

I don’t know if you’re still accepting the pride asks and this may be too personal but I’d be curious if you answered 24 (your relationship with your religion and your lgbt identity) and 33 (what you find the most important about your identity)

>24. Do you practice any religion, if so how does it play into your LGBT identity? Do you feel welcomed by your spiritual community?

Christian. Protestant. Between Denominations. Probably a Universalist.

Truth be told I used to be homophobic when I was young, but the first thing that chipped that away was my mom, of all people, who asked the question of "If being gay is a choice why wouldn't you choose to be straight to avoid all the mistreatment?"

Which sounds shitty but even still, a victory is a victory.

After that, for as much time as I spend bitching on tumblr and the insistence this place has on taking the wrong approach of building up (minority) groups by tearing (majority) groups down, it did help me further build the notion of "oh yeah, gay people are actual human beings who suffer and deserve better."

And beyond that, I learned about non-mainstream analyses of Biblical text, namely how the passages bigots use to justify their views aren't what they claim and so I have pretty much no cognitive dissonance between my faith and my identity.

That being said?

Fuck no I don't feel welcomed by my community. I've pretty much resigned myself to never, EVER coming out as Bi. At least not until my Granddad passes on. Because I know the odds of me being accepted are next to nil. And it sucks because my family are generally decent people EXCEPT when it comes to LGBT issues.

And the constant news feed of people in the """Kweer community""" caring more about "owning the straights" and deciding "let's take every awful stereotype Homophobes have about us and be that way unironically even when it's actively detrimental to us" and the inevitable backlash sure as fuck isn't helping that.

They're all gonna think I'm some kind of demonic freak who wants to fuck children because God fucking forbid people understand why "maybe we shouldn't have Kink shit and Children in the same location" is a bad idea.

I love Jesus as much as I always have but my family will reject me based on my identity and many of my views politically and the wider "Queer Community" has made it clear they feel the exact same way.

No I'm not bitter, why do you ask?

>33. What about your LGBT identity do you feel proud of/ want to recognize/celebrate?

"Proud" is a strong word. I'm not really "proud" of being Bi, but I'm not ashamed of it either. I just am. To me it's not just like. Some big fucking thing with which to make a big hoopla over, it's just another facet that's as trivial as my race or me being a man.

Though I suppose it has considerably expanded my horizons and taste in smut, lmao.

Though in terms of "Want to recognize" how about actually recognizing that I like Men AND Women? Can I do that and not be treated like Diet Gay or Diet Straight or like I need to "Pick a side?" or some bullshit like that?

#discourse #disc horse #long post