#( still left with his hands: default iv. )

[slaughterlocked]

continued from here // @sunnykies

IT’S TOO BRIGHT, IN THE LIVING ROOM. THE KIND OF BLINDING BRIGHTNESS THAT FEELS LIKE HE’S UNDER A SPOTLIGHT. Normally William would move, grumble to himself as he turns the light off — he doesn’t move now.

For two reasons: because the light is the only thing that keeps him awake, burning his eyes with its intensity; because he thinks he’d fall if he got to his feet. There’s more alcohol than blood running through his veins at that moment, and even though he’s sobered up considerably from hours ago, he thinks dully that he’d still topple back to his seat. Poring over his journal entries for remnant and death and immortality, trying in vain as usual to find some loophole, some way to fix things. There has to be a way, doesn’t there ? A method, something he hasn’t tried; a way to bring his child back. But there’s no fixing Liz. Even his fractured mind understands this.

I will put you back together, he’d told his youngest son.

He knows now: I can’t save you, he thinks of his only daughter.

There’s a flicker of movement out the corner of his eye that could be people outside, or just his mind playing tricks on him. William ignores it. What he can’t ignore, however, is the voice. Her voice.

He goes very still and very silent, even holding his breath like a child afraid of a monster in the darkness.

William is used to hallucinations. His mind has not often been gentle to him. And so he blinks, once, twice, and then laughs, a tired defeated sound. Despite the booze, his mind is clearer than it has been in months. Thinking about the past makes him sick. Thinking about the present makes him numb. And there is no future. Not one he can envision, without Liz.

“ You’re not real. ” It’s the first time he’s spoken in days. Doesn’t dare to look in the direction of the voice. Her. He hasn’t spoken even to Michael since telling him the news; William’s gone through a kind of shutdown, breaking from society as a whole. “ A figment of a sick mind. ” He’d never normally speak to Liz so curtly, so openly. He clears his throat, wills the hallucination of his daughter to leave him alone. “ I’m no fool. ”

[bbyquokka]

attention please!

– all reader wanted was chan's attention .ᐟ.ᐟ

pairing | bang chan x male reader

genre | established relationship , smut – 18+ is strongly advised!

cw | fellatio (blowjob), light dom/sub themes, 'master', 'puppy', 'little one' used, thumb sucking, praises, deep throating, cum swallowing

words | 1.7k ~ ( 1,759)

notes | stepping out off my bubble n writing male reader for the first time, yippieeeee! (づ_ど) (ive been wanting to do male reader for aaaaages but never had the confidence) pls let me know how this is. i'm a little (a lot) nervous abt this, mhm. k thank u! n enjoy, cuties! ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

m.list — tag list — you can also read it on my ao3

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

you fucked up. you knew you shouldn't have done it but you did it anyway. you just wanted to see how far you could push until he snapped. and boy, did he snap!

chan specifically told you to not disturb him whilst he was working. but you just couldn't help yourself. seeing you boyfriend hunched over his laptop, the harsh light from the screen illuminating his face. the pinch between the brows, the glass resting on the bridge of his perfect nose and those arms, fuck, those arms that were being suffocated in his shirt. the sleeves rolled up to his elbow, giving you a delicious view of his forearms just made you feel so... thirsty!

his fingers tapping away on the keyboard. his tendons flexing at the wrists, the veins slowly protruding.

“not now, puppy. i need to get this done. it's important for tomorrow's meeting.” chan warned you, but you pushed. chan tried to be patient, even when your hands were wondering up and down his toned chest from behind his seat, squeezing ever so slightly. even when your hands got dangerously low and rested just above the waistband of his trousers, he tried. he really tried. but you ushered that one word in his ear. that word that makes his skin prick with goosebumps, his cock to instantly harden and a fire to ignite in the lower part of his stomach.

“master.” 

now, you're stuck on the bed, caught between the sheets and chan’s body. his pupils have dilated, the first few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned. his caramel skin peaking out and ushering words of temptation to touch. 

��i warned you, puppy, but you just had to push, didn't you?” his breath is hot, fanning against your face.

“i just wanted to spend time with you, chan.” you protest with a pout.

“one hour, max. are you really that desperate for your master's attention, little one?” he says in a sultry tone and a raised brow, his finger coming up to dance along your jawline. your breath hitches in your throat. you nod. “ah ah ah. use your words, puppy.” 

you swallow, unable to take your eyes away from chan. his gaze is piercing down on you, swallowing you whole. “yes.”

“yes what?” 

“yes, i’m desperate for my master's attention.” you whisper out. chan gives you a satisfying hum and a smirk, his finger moving from your jaw to your bottom lip.

“atta boy.” a sly smirk sits on chan’s lips whilst his thumb toys with your bottom lip. you part your lips, keeping chan’s gaze whos breath hitches in his throat as he watches you lick and nip at the pad of his thumb. “what do you think you’re doing, puppy?” “nothing.” you say, your tone of voice coy and innocent. you wrap your fingers around chan’s wrist to keep him still, lips wrapping around his thumb. the muscles in chan’s jaw flex and tense as he watches you willingly suck on his thumb. “you’re insatiable, yn.” a low growl from his throat as he struggles to take his eyes of you. your tongue curling around his thumb. soft whimpers emitting from your throat. your eyes fluttering closed as you soak his thumb with your saliva. 

chan is holding onto the last slither of rationality he has left. the urge to bend and break you plaguing his mind. lust is pooling in the pit of his stomach, setting it on fire as he watches you suck and lick his thumb as if you were sucking on his cock.

he watches your cheeks flush with colour, your eyes to go hazy and hooded. your fingers wrapping around his wrist to stop him from moving away from you. saliva trickles down chan's palm and down his arm slowly from his thumb and your mouth. you're quick to catch it, licking up his arm, palm and back to his thumb where you wrap your lips around it again.

“good puppy.” chan pats your head with his free hand. his praises and his touch send goosebumps to run up and down your spine. 

“more.” you shamelessly beg. chan raises his brow, slowly pulling his thumb out off your wet mouth. he kneels, kneeling tall between your legs, the mattress sinking around his knees.

he keeps his gaze on you as he palms his erection through the fabric of his trousers. your breath hitches, eyes flickering to his hand.

“look at me, puppy.” you reluctantly look up at him, his gaze causing your breath to hitch in your throat. chan's bottom lip is caught between his teeth. deep, low guttural growls escaping from deep within his chest.

he increases the pressure of his palm, rubbing and squeezing a few more times before popping the button open and pulling down the zipper. he fishes out his erection through the gap, giving himself the satisfaction of stroking himself lazily.

“come, puppy. you wanted more so i’m giving you more.” on command, you instantly crawl over and wrap your lips around his cock head. chan grunts deeply, the feeling of your tongue swirling around his head sending jolts of pleasure to shoot up his spine. “good, puppy. such a good boy.”

chan's praises shoot down your spine. they make you feel giddy inside, your stomach to bubble with excitement and a giggle threatening to leave your throat. chan's fingers find their way into your hair, burying his digits into the soft locks. he looks down at you, watching the way you effortlessly take his thick cock into your mouth.

“you can do better than that.” chan hums. it's a challenge, one you're willing to take. you slack your jaw and flatten out your tongue. you move closer to him, hands on his muscular thighs. you take in a deep breath, eyes closing slowly as you push your head further down

chan's eyes widen, his body shuddering. the warmth of your mouth encapsulating more and more of his cock. “fuuuck!” he lets out a strangled moan. you feel his thighs tensing underneath your fingers, his grip on your hair tightening.

soon, chan feels his tip hitting the back of your throat, your nose brushing against his groin. his eyes fly open to look down at you and, in that very moment, he almost loses it.

“p-puppy. holy fuck. your throat feels so fucking good.” chan shudders, panting and moaning softly. your eyes flutter open, tears tickling the outer corners of your eyes and wetting your lashes. you can't breath, his length making it difficult for you to do so. 

you can feel your mind melting, body heating up. seeing chan lose himself all because of your mouth, all because of you, makes you squirm a little. your own erection straining against the fabric of your clothing, begging to be set free.

you do the one thing that drives chan insane; you swallow. chan's eyes widen, his head kicking back and exposing his throat. he tugs at your hair, a long, deep moan slipping past his lips. your throat tightening and constructing around his length. it takes everything in his body to not cum down it but that doesn't mean that he doesn't throb a few times. he wants to savour every last second of being inside the confinements of your warm and wet mouth.

but you have other ideas. your eyes flutter closed again and you swallow around him several more times. the sounds of chan whimpering, moaning and labored breathes is bliss and it encourages you even more.

you start bobbing your head, starting slow at first before picking up the pace. your main focus is providing chan with pleasure, to drive him to the brink of ecstasy. you hollow out your cheeks, creating suction around him.

chan can't take it no more. he is so close and has been for a while. his balls are heavy and his cock is throbbing and hot in your mouth. the grip he has on your hair has tightened to a painful level, the strands of your hair being tangled and tugged by the scalp.

“puppy, i’m dangerously close.” chan stutters out, a clear warning. what you do with the warning is up to you. you continue on with your actions, driving chan closer and closer. “p-puppy. i’m being serious! if you don't stop, i’ll end up blowing my load down your throat!” 

you respond with a hum. your eyes flickering up to look at chan through your wet lashes. chan sucks in a breath, releasing it slowly. his jaw clenches, thighs tensing and hips thrusting.

“i’m going to–” chan doesn't have time to finish his sentence. his hips jerk, cock throbbing in your mouth as hot ropes of cum shoot down your throat. “good boy. take it all. make sure to swallow and don't waste a single drop.”

you do as he says, swallowing each splurt. chan shudders, hips thrusting again to ride out his high before he slowly pulls away, his cock slipping past your lips with a lewd and wet pop.

“did you swallow?” chan reaches down, thumb brushing against your lips. you open your mouth wide to show him, a satisfied smile etching on chan's face. “good boy. always such a good puppy for your master, aren't you?” 

“yes master.” you say breathlessly, voice hoarse. chan strokes your bottom lip gently, the dynamics between you both breaking for a split second as his gaze softens.

“are you ok to carry on?” his voice is soft and tender. the back of his fingers brushing against your flush cheeks. you nod. “would you like some water?” you nod again.

chan gets off the bed to fetch you a bottle of cold water. he returns, cracking it open and handing it to you. you take it with a thank you, gulping down the water that soothes your sore throat. once done, you place it down.

“are you sure you want to continue, puppy?” chan asks softly, kneeling between your open legs. his hands stroke and squeeze your thighs gently.

“i’m sure, chan. just, please!” you whine pathetically, sending a shudder down chan's spine. he growls a little, fingers hooking under the waistband of your pants.

“oh, you sure know how to rile me up, dontcha puppy? well, i s’pose i do still need to punish you for disturbing me when i specifically asked you not to.” he leans over you, hands pressing against the mattress beside your head.

“i hope you're ready, puppy, because it's going to be a very, very long night ahead.”

[etclouie]

back again for another lovely sleepover request! Ive been enjoying reading them so much! For Juice from the shh, i have a secrets prompt list can i have prompt -they said that about me?" "i swear, word for word. i wouldn't lie." Please and thanks!

˚୨୧⋆｡ — title; they said that? (juice ortiz x fem!reader)

˚୨୧⋆｡ — prompt/s; “they said that about me?” “i swear, word for word. i wouldn’t lie” — from ”shh, i have a secret” dialogue prompts

˚୨୧⋆｡ — warnings; established relationship, reader has a no bs tolerance for clay (don’t we all??) uhm that’s it tho i think (367 words)

˚୨୧⋆｡ — a/n; only thing my mind thought of with this prompt (i originally wrote this really angsty..)

— thank you for celebrating with me || submissions are now closed!!

the club had gone on lockdown, and as Juice’s girlfriend you were there by default. 

Clay didn’t agree with it of course, but who were you to care what he thought?

you’d stepped outside, needing a breather from the warmth emitting from inside the clubhouse. 

Juice knew that you weren’t affected by what Clay thought of you, but he couldn’t help but try and assure you that the rest of the guys still liked you. 

he’d followed you outside, smiling softly at you once he met your eyes. 

“hey baby”

he greeted, his hands resting on the table on either side of you while you leaned in to kiss him. 

your left hand cradling his face as you whispered back to him. 

“hey you”

you leaned in to steal another kiss from him, the little amounts of tension lifting from his shoulders at your touch. 

“what’s up?”

you asked, watching his lips quirk into a dopey smile before he ducked his head. 

“something the guys said”

that had you intrigued. 

your hand tilted his head back to you, keeping his eyes on you while yours searched his. 

“what’d they say?”

his smile stayed on his face. 

“that you’re the best thing that’s happened to me, and that they love that you don’t care what Clay thinks of you”

that made you smile. 

you nodded, watching his eyes light up as recalled the conversation. 

“they said that about me?”

he smiled again, nodding softly as he pulled back. 

you watched him for a second, elbows behind you leaning on the table while he spoke. 

“i swear, word for word. i wouldn’t lie”

you smiled again, standing from the bench and taking a step towards him. 

your arms went around his neck, fingers scratching through the hairs at his nape as you whispered to him. 

“well you’re the best thing that’s happened to me too”

he flashed you a small, and shy, look of disbelief. you nodded again, leaning in to catch his lips in a kiss before whispering to him. 

“i love you”

his smile widened, his lips pressing softly to yours before he whispered back to you. 

“i love you too, my guiding light in this life”

reblogs are highly appreciated !

[jestersdlc]

I know I've rambled about Pink and em showing others affection BUT I CAN ALWAYS ADD TO IT /silly

Pink tends to kiss Icelandic on the hand 1 cause they enjoy doing so but also because ey cant reach her forehead easily unless she picks em up

But! Ey will more often end up nuzzling eir forehead to hers instead (if she's within a range ey can....or ey'll just ask her to pick em up so ey can do so)

And sometimes while sitting with her ey'll curl into her side and tuck eir face against her side on rare occasions ey will do this to take a cat nap and end up purring or even kneading her with eir claws (ey're very gently by default so its relatively harmless)

And I know ive mentioned before of Pink just willing accepting eir fate to things like being picked up or carried or such, ey accelt being at the mercy of eir partners whims and affections

Atropa likes (trying) to hold their wife, they like to hold his face to look at him and pet his spines, but they also can and WILL try to hold him to their chest.....its very ineffective since they are smaller but they try

It usually ends up with their lefts just being squished but they will deal with it to try to hold him

They like to pull him down enough to kiss him on the forehead, very little will stop them from showing their wife affection If at all embaressed or otherwise suffering cuteness aggression

Atropa will smoosh Camellia's head to their chest so they can aggressively nuzzle his head and chitter at him, clingy mantid vs finding their wife cute means he gets smothered

Before when Chrysanthemum was still alive Valley liked to randomly kiss her on the cheek or forehead just because if ey could

And would occasionally kiss all over her cheeks and forehead to then just hold her face and smile at her, to embarrass her and as a quiet way to show eir wife it thinks she's pretty <3

And Valley would often have its tentacles coil around her like vibes when sitting with her

When thinks got bad, near the end; ey would hold her face and press eir forehead to hers to remind eirself she was still there with em and safe so ey could try to sleep, tentacles coiled around in an attempt to protect her

After everything back in its dimensions it would curl up in a sad loaf with its tentacles carefully coiled around as ey watched over her geave qlongside the others to protect them and the flowers ey grew for each

[scarechords]

ㅤ-  Strahm is ambidextrous.  he favors his right hand in most situations, but he’s equally capable with his left.  during his recruitment to the FBI in the fall of ‘88, he was at the top of his class in firearm performance. 

ㅤ-  the long scar beneath his left eye is a result of a fistfight that went too far and ended with him being thrown through a window.  to this day, he still can’t stand things getting near his eyes.

ㅤ-  he’s been shot twice on the job: once in the chest, and once in the shoulder, on separate occasions. has also received two commendations on different cases. 

ㅤ-  his birthday is September 21st.  by the events of SAW IV ( and his primary / default verses ) he’s 43.  he grew up in Boulder City, Nevada and stands at an impressive and intimidating 6′3″. 

ㅤ-  he’s divorced, with an unyielding dedication to his job nearly always winning over any relationship, platonic or otherwise, with Perez as the sole exception.

[silentstaresfanficandfanart]

:O thank you! i hope it helps <3 as someone who's written 3 original books, makes video games, and also writes a TON of fanfiction, it honestly makes writing SO much better, I would hate for other folks to lose their love of writing because they're worrying too much... Besides we all complain a lot about things being based on whats most popular and most acceptable, but its easy to fall into that trap when it comes to writing. Too many authors write "normal" books. books that fit whats popular, with words that are good but they had no fun writing, too many authors are trying to be perfect because theyre scared they wont make a living that way, but ill be honest the only authors ive bothered learning the names of, are the ones that were willing to be kind of weird first. theres a reason almost every great author in history breaks the writing rules, a lot of people just know the rules exist and try to follow them, but most don't know how to USE them concoiusly knowing why the tools work, and i think the same goes for conventional word usage. theres a lot of times people will be like "said is dead" but also give conflicting advice like "actually stop saying things other than said its annoying and i dont want to read you saying growled or flapped his hands around as he spoke or things like that, just say said!" And I think thats partially because people mistake personal preference for rules too...i got a bit rambly here i think but i hope that this helps encourage other writers to have some fun.

ill be honest thats actually part of why i got into reading romance novels, theyre a LOT more willing to do fun things like, have cowboy weredragons be a thing (actual book that exists!) and not worry about if its "cringe" because theyve already kinda accepted that romance books are considered "cringe" by people who dont read romance novels. Ive been practicing letting myself just have fun- : ) that's part of why in my book Halcyon (spoilers) theres a magic system that allows for weird stuff like palentologists turning into an ever-shifting spinosaurus because they riled up the spinosaurus's spirit while arguing at a palentology convention type thing at a museum and it got ticked off with him about how humans can never stop arguing about how spinosaurus actually lived, so it attached itself to him and now the guys got spinosaurus body horror powers, and i made it that way specifically becuase i wanted the villain to have the power of "love" and i wanted to figure out how to make the power of love *scary* and while the villain who REALLY utilized it in scary ways is long since dead now, his son and the people in his life he left behind when he died still carries on the same powers and struggles with the trauma related to those powers. i know its not normal for a super hero story to even have a proper magic system, usually its just each character has their own weird sort of mini hard magic system attached to them for weird arbitrary usually science fiction type reasons, and i was a bit unsure if i should do it this way, but its led to WILD story possibilities and a protagonist i LOVE. Do weird things! because everything amazing and unexpected is weird by default because anything outside the norm IS weird. You cant BE amazing if you are too afraid to be abnormal! so get weird! and remember more than anything to TRY to do what sounds fun to you, not just what's predictable or normal! and if sometimes that means you wind up with weird dialogue or made fun of a little...well great! that means someones reading your book >: ) so youve already won~

Just in case any fanfic writers don’t think their writing is good enough or sound natural enough, I just read a published book that included the phrases ‘a street savy yet affectionate hand clasp’ and ‘ at the sound, a dose of freak-out juice ran through her’. You’re doing fine

[avtrbee]

pretty little princess

summary: the two times Satoru saw Tsumiki get sick and his never ending worry

a/n: ive seen so many fics about the parental relationship between gojo and megumi, so i thought how nice would it be to make a fic about gojo and tsumiki :> ive always headcanon-ed them to have an endearing father and spoiled daughter type of relationship since tsumiki gladly accepts gojo’s affection while megumi visibly shudders in disgust (sometimes). enjoy!

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The first time Tsumiki got sick, Satoru was two provinces away from Tokyo and somehow that made him feel even worse. He caught the fastest train back, not bothering to stop by a convenience store like he usually did, and instead spent an hour and a half fidgeting in his seat.

This had never happened before. Megumi was the sickly one between the two of them and never Tsumiki. Until now, apparently. Satoru loved the Fushiguro children more than he should.

He just couldn’t help choosing a favorite especially since one was more similar to him in personality. The irony isn’t lost to him- Satoru is worried sick for a child he never wanted to care for. In fact, he wanted to ditch Tsumiki, take Megumi, and go, but the latter made his sister the condition if he wanted to train him. Satoru shortly ended up on your doorstep with two children instead of one.

Despite you swearing you don’t have favorites, it’s obvious you and Megumi prefer each other which Satoru does not mind at all. By default, Tsumiki became his little sidekick in silly snowball fights against you and Megumi, his loyal assistant who would follow him around cafes to rate their cakes. He didn’t know if it started there, or was it because he treated her more gently than he did with other people because she was the only one in his makeshift family who is not immersed in the Jujutsu community, or if it was because both he and Tsumiki grew up faster than they should but somewhere along the way an unspeakable bond formed between him and this little girl.

Now Satoru’s nose is bombarded by the unique sterile scent that all hospitals seem to have as he sits anxiously on a chair in the emergency room after agreeing with you to meet him at the hospital. He doesn’t try to stop his leg from bouncing. He knows he’s acting about all of this backward- his Six Eyes would sense your Cursed Energy first before his actual eyes would, but his gaze has never left the doors, readying himself to stand up every time it opens.

After three minutes that made it seem like an hour, he sees you enter the emergency room carrying Tsumiki in one hand while holding Megumi on the other and Satoru feels his heart drop at the sight of her. His feet carried him to you, long legs making the distance shorter.

Megumi clings to your side and glances up to his sister, then to him in worry. “She fainted during P.E class.”

“Tsumiki!” His voice was quiet but nervousness laced every word. At the sound of his voice, Tsumiki’s previously tightly shut eyes blinked open and at the sight of him she let go of her cling around your neck and opened her arms to him. He felt his arms shaking but Satoru didn’t hesitate to take her.

Tsumiki looked worse than he expected. She was bundled in one of her thicker coats despite it being summer but still felt alarmingly hot in his arms.

“She has a fever,” you explain as Tsumiki shivers at the coolness from the hospital’s air conditioner. “I’ve tried giving her soup but she vomited it out.”

“Okay,” he breathes, lightly bouncing Tsumiki. He retreats back to his seat with Tsumiki snuggled deeply in his chest while a long arm wraps around Megumi. He sits there hugging Toji Fushiguro his children as close as he can while you try to find the doctor.

He doesn’t miss Megumi’s worried glances. “Will she be okay?”

It was a stupid question, one that Satoru would usually make fun of. He hears himself reply that it’s just a fever in his head but he senses Megumi’s worry and Satoru’s feeling completely mirrors his. For a moment, Satoru considers teleporting her to the best hospital he could think of but then he remembers that Tsumiki isn’t like you, Megumi, or him. He doesn’t know how a regular human would react if they would be teleported by him. “Yeah,” Satoru manages. “She’ll be okay.”

Megumi ignores how Satoru seemed to sound like he was convincing himself rather than comforting him but lets it slide.

Satoru finally spots you worriedly walking in his direction with a doctor in tow, and in a few minutes, you are handed a prescription for medicine, along with instructions on how to help Tsumiki break her fever.

When you arrive back home, Satoru sits down on the couch with Tsumiki still in his arms. You’ve sent Megumi to shower and get ready for bed while you approach her with a glass of water and a cup of her medicine. You gently hand her the cup but instead, Tsumiki shrinks farther in Satoru’s shirt.

“I don’t want to,” Tsumiki whines quietly. There were unshed tears in her eyes and somehow Satoru knows that she's struggling to fight her fever because of how painful it has been. “I’ll vomit it all anyway.”

Satoru takes the cup of medicine from you and shakes it in front of her. “But this won’t let you!” He tried to sound as cheery as he could. Tsumiki likes it when he’s happy. He takes an exaggerated sniff. “See? Vanilla flavored. Your favorite!”

Tsumiki sniffles, pouting. She has shed the adult persona she had crafted to survive the world with her brother and is now looking like a child in every right. “It doesn’t smell like vanilla.”

Satoru sees you frown and he knows you are getting more worried as every second passes. He knows you want to convince her somehow, but Satoru knows how to handle Tsumiki the best so you glance up at him nervously.

He shifts the child around so she could face him. “Hey,” his hands brush the hair damp with her sweat away from her forehead. “I know it’s been bad, and you’ve been such a brave girl. This will take the pain away and once it does, we can go anywhere you want. Hm?” Satoru kisses her temple sweetly.

She takes a glance back at you before looking back at him. Satoru gives her a small smile in encouragement and Tsumiki gulps down the thick medicine but not before cringing like she had tasted something foul. Her hands scrambled for the glass of water in your hands to wash down the flavor. “It didn’t taste like vanilla.”

“I know, I’m sorry, princess,” he mutters. Tsumiki throws herself around him, and Satoru’s worry dampens a little at the fact that she drank her medicine.

Tsumiki stays home the next day and you stay with her. Satoru wanted to stay and be with you but his responsibilities as the strongest don’t let him stop for anyone. As he kills the curse he was sent to exorcise, he contemplates murdering the higher-up that assigned him the mission more genuinely than he meant in a long time.

He takes over Tsumiki as he gets home, helping her with light meals and her medicine. As her face scrunches at the distasteful flavor, she announces, “I want to go back to Disneyland.”

By midnight, Tsumiki’s fever broke and Satoru was able to breathe normally for the first time in two days.

The second time Tsumiki got sick, Satoru wasn’t far away like he was. In fact, he was only a few doors away before he heard Megumi scream his name. He rushed to his side only to find the boy hugging his unconscious sister.

“She- she won’t wake up-!”

There was a symbol on Tsumiki’s forehead, and Satoru didn’t need his Six Eyes to know that Tsumiki had been cursed. He felt rage so deep it ran through his body. How dare they curse one of his children? When he brought her to Shoko, she told him the same thing his Six Eyes did; Tsumiki’s curse was a mystery. No one knew what or who caused it, not even the honored Gojo Satoru, but he knew that he would kill the curse if he saw them.

He made sure Tsumiki was confined in the best hospital near the school and visited her regularly with both you and Megumi and promises himself that he’d be there when she finally woke up with a slice of cake from their favorite cafe and four tickets to Disneyland. But soon, his visits became infrequent and Megumi ends up visiting all by himself most of the time because his responsibilities as the strongest don’t let him stop from anyone.

And when Tsumiki finally woke up, she was greeted with no one by her side and only an empty room and pregnant silence to keep her company. Too bad Satoru was already sealed when she did.

[sojrner-fishsticcc]

loona pm - further updates!

lots and lots of updates for this post! been trying to make roughly a post per day to not go overboard but still share what im working on cos MAN ive been absolutely going through this project! this rules!!!

so first off, very minor and later addition i finally gave loona glowing eyes! ive been meaning to do that for a while but i finally figured out how to! so yah, she looks v pretty now.

the major thing was animation. WAYYY more animation. i discovered the cpm modeling discord last night and its helped me get a really good grip on how it works (if you ever use cpm, go there because trust me you are not going to figure this stuff out on your own.) so heres just a big list of poses i animated (still a lot left! ahh!!!)

 - walk cycle (improved!) now looking at it after looking away from it for a while it looks a lil goofy so i might rework it at some point but god i cant get over how nice that digitigrade cycle looks.

 - run cycle! (omg its so cool im so so happy with how it came out) like seriously. i am so so proud of this. some of the hair bobbing and the chest and head movements are a bit stiff so i will probably improve on them. still, this is absolutely the part im the most proud of.

 - jumping (meshes super well with running anim, a bit buggy when falling long distances but thats a bug with cpm itself) i recorded this one in game since AHGHHHH it looks so cool in context. the running-jumps are rad as hell.

 - sneaking and sneak walking. like the running, i cant get over how the digitigrade walk cycle here looks. it has a lot of bone clipping that is probably not anatomically correct nor comfortable but whatever. it looks cool and i like it. sneaking is still buggy, so i cant do things like spam the shift key as that little “hello!” thing that some people do, because cpm has some issues switching between poses instantly, so here when crouchign for a split second it displays the default crouch but then corrects itself making it bug out. that sucks but i dont really know if theres much i can do about it.

- punching/swinging with both hands! more of a minor thing, but hey these little details are super important. id love to figure out if i could make a context thing so that it makes a full horizontal swing when holding a sword or weapon. (i didnt feel like recording a gif for this just believe me bro.)

thats about all i have so far. i plan to do much more and fix some minor bugs like symmetry in walk cycles soon but its a bit difficult. also, not only animation got an overhaul- i also finally implemented proper armor mapping that’s compatible with (hopefully!) any armor set! heres a demonstration of that using the minecraft dungeons armor & weapons mods, just bcos they look very cool and they help a lot with details in armor. (oh and btw, i made the hair specifically press down against her head when wearing armor, of you can tell)

as a further plan, i really want to add some extra movement stuff to this. i know that custom player models allows changing the hitbox, health, reach, etc. and i really want to make this loona model run really fast and have a super high jump. like i said in a previous post, im a big fan of the videos \@rohan_furries posts of his mod which adds detailed anthro fox models to mc, and one of the things it does is add a ton more movement so you can absolutely fly around and lunge and stuff. i really want to add that because GOD running around and kicking ass in this model would be i think the coolest thing in the world. i really hope i can add more detail to the animations because i would love to just stack so much detail on this thing until its so so so smooth... but generally i think itll be mostly finished by the end of this upcoming week, including polishing some of the already existing poses. but ill probably still continue working on it beyond then to add some cool movement stuff like i said above, which i dont know if its even possible but GOD if it isnt im going to figure out how to get it working. i also want to get it working with other buggy things, like some modded armor sets arent compatible with the armor mapping ive set up. ill have to ask around on the cpm discord for that because god the people there really seem to know what theyre doing. theyre all rad as hell btw. other ideas ive had include blinking anims, maybe some more polished idle poses, startup and finishing anims that help it transition between poses more smoothly (which i swear to god might be broken but might just be doing it wrong.) and also gestures if i can figure those out. i also might try to change the arms to be made of two segments instead of the current one so i can get a bit more detailed with the posing. im struggling between adding detail and maintaining the minecraft artstyle. im also excited to finish this project so i can do this all over again but better with another model. dont really know what character its going to be, if you have any suggestions send them to me i guess? idk, i might find a cool one or make one of my ocs or make an oc just for this.

when i finish this model i dont really know what to do with it. its mainly a little project for myself, but i really want to share it with people. ideally id want to sell it for like 10-20 dollars because this thing has taken hours of my time but i still want to share it with people, but im 16 and dont have a way to transfer cash :\ might figure something out, whatever. if you’re interested in getting your hands on it once its finished maybe send me a message? i cant guarantee it but i might if you seem cool.

ok, NOW i need to go to bed since its like LATE as HELL right now. good night guys :)

[slaughterlocked]

continued from here! // @sunnykies

WHAT IS HE DOING ? FAILING TO COPE, MOSTLY. WITH EVERYTHING. Because it hadn’t just been Elizabeth that had died that afternoon; with her, William’s hopes and mad goals had been scooped from him, leaving him strangely empty and hollow. Not in the way he could get after the completion of a long project, but in the numb understanding that he could never look at his work the same again.

Unlike Evan’s death, where William could pin the blame on Michael, on Henry, on the town, on the world, no anger comes with Liz’s death. Only the grief and sadness that comes with being wholly responsible for her accident.

“ My final entry. ” He replies to the ‘hallucination’ with a gruff, defeated voice. “ Shutting the whole thing down. Everything. ”

Believing he’s speaking only to his subconscious, William feels no hesitation in gesturing to the diagrams and pages all revolving around remnant in his neat scrawl. “ Can’t continue. Not ‘fter Liz. ”

His voice creases. But he hasn’t once cried. The glass in his free hand trembles very slightly, the amber scotch sloshing against the sides. Get a grip, William! “ Talking to thin air, ” he mutters scornfully to himself, and can’t bring his eyes to drift to the achingly, debilitatingly familiar frame he can see from the corner of his eye, “ I’m losing it. ”

[mindrole]

its somewhat natural there would be some similarities given jabuchi effectively was her successor by default, as noa was the successor to her parents, but its a little amazing that it took 16 years

my thoughts havent fully formed yet so its not like its a definitive post or anything, im just rambling on as of right now

but honestly... ive been thinking about rai a lot in general... i think out of everyone from the akashic people no one was set up worse than her. aside from utsugi. utsugi was born set up by life but rai is a somewhat "keeping the pace up" second. and to think she lived to the last moment fully believing in hatsutori and not even suspecting he was ultimately kind of a psychopath... at least jabuchi while faced with a dead end internalized "utsugi-sama, is this really okay? i don't think its right, but what other choice do i have..."

rai had no such inhibitions! hatsutori said, lets bring this place to the ground and she went, ok! of course rai and minoru had their reasons and it wasn't just because hatsutori said so. but still, she went and dirtied her hands with him. there had to be another way but in the end the plan was triggered because hatsutori threw a fit about theodore talking to his boytoy (hatsutori's possessiveness of minoru and how he seemed to disregard that aspect of rai is its own can of worms. honestly.)

and "oh, rai likes me, so if i kill her i won't make her suffer too much."

hatsutori!!!!!!!!

he did not give a FUCK in the end!!!!! it wasn't even "i'll make sure she doesn't suffer". he was so detached!!! it was like tossing trash aside for him!!! did he only warn her not to come in so he could kill her himself later? of course his greatness, the savior, the star, would want to kill one of his closest followers by his own hand. i wonder how much it pissed him off that theodore attacked her first...

the differences are a bit nuanced and i can't discuss them to the extent i would like in a ramble-y post... but, you know, one realized they were a frog boiling in a pot... the other didnt, but in the end rai was left to simmer for a really long time and jabuchi wasn't. jabuchi had the heat turned up on him super suddenly, but in the end he didn't jump out either. sad

honestly... ive been thinking about it lately but...

jabuchi and rai are really really similar 🥲🥲🥲🥲 i wonder if the parallels were on purpose

[shurisneakers]

harmless (vi)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, existential crisis, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, lil bit of angst, clint barton being a lil shit

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: BUCKY BARNES IS BACK AND HAS A CONFIRMED PERSONALITY 

also omg everyone who’s been sending me ideas- ur the lomls. 

if you have any ideas for future inventions/evil plans, lemme know! i might actually end up using them

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

Previous Part || Series Masterlist

Your place or mine? ;)

He stares at the text.

The right answer is mine. See you at the lair.

“Y’all are dating now?” Clint peeks over his shoulder. 

“Fuck no,” Bucky says indignantly. “God forbid.”

“Okay, man,” he retracts, giving Bucky space to turn around and face him. “What do you want to call your mini dates then?”

“Missions,” Bucky corrects him.

“No one wants to go on a mission. You volunteered to go back there.” 

“It’s for the good of the tristate area.” 

“I bet.” The snort he lets out contradicts his words. “Whole world is depending on you, Barnes. Go save them from the treachery of your crush.”

“Enemy.”

“Girlfriend.”

“Mortal nemesis.” Bucky narrows his eyes at him. “Go further, I dare you.”

“What are you gonna do? Choke me? Punch me with your metal arm?” Clint cranes his neck. “Bring it, big boy. I’m not scared of some kinky shit.”

He hates living here. 

The door is left open for him. 

This time, even though the lair is still illuminated by the green light out in the front, there’s a minor change. Sunlight streams in through a skylight in the roof. 

There’s a ladder there, leaning against the rim. It gives him an entrance to the roof, which, judging by the lack of any other presence in the lab, is where he’s supposed to go.

As he gets closer he notices there’s a note on one of the rungs.

‘Evil’ with an arrow pointing upwards.

He rolls his eyes, discarding it on the floor before swiftly scaling the steps.

“Ah, Mr. Barnes,” he hears your voice call out even before his head pops up above the surface. “We’ve been expecting you.” 

He pauses, looking around. “Who’s with you?”

Because other than the gigantic machine pointed up towards the sky, there’s only you with a visor and sunglasses. The  best way he can describe its design was that it was shaped like a pine cone, had a large antenna pointed towards the sky, two handlebars near its base to manoeuvre it with a large button in between them. 

“Just imagine I have my henchmen with me,” you urge. “I’m on a budget, man, I can’t afford them yet. Maybe when my cloning machine finally works-”

He doesn’t answer.

“It’s a James Bond reference,” you add when he doesn’t show any signs of answering. 

“Haven’t watched it yet.” Bucky shrugs. “We’re doing Star Trek right now.”

“You’re done with Star Wars?” you, receiving a nod in confirmation. “Nice. You’d find the spy shit ridiculous anyway, it’s way below your level.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He makes a mental note to add the Bond movies to the list. 

“Speaking of stars,” you begin, gesturing to the machine. “I’m going to harness the power of the sun.”

“For what?” He doesn’t bother asking how, he already knows you’ve figured out something. 

“There’s a science exhibition and my team’s stupid solar car experiment isn’t working and I need it for them to win.” 

“So build a better one.” 

“No, ours is the best and if Jeff and his stupid baking soda volcano beat us then we’re going to have a murder on our hands.”

“Your hands,” he emphasises. He has nothing to do with this.

“I said what I said, boy.” You glare at him. “This is our problem now.”

“How much power are you taking?” If it’s insignificant enough, it wouldn’t matter much. He thinks. 

“The whole thing.���

He laughs. He stops when you don’t.

“You’re taking all the energy of the sun to power your shitty science model.”

“Your face is a shitty science model,” you mimic him in a higher pitched voice. “I will do anything to win.”

He wonders which grade kid you stole that insult from was in. There’s no way they were anything older than 13. He could use it on Steve, maybe.

“Everyone on Earth will die.” He feels the need to remind you, even though there was no way it was actually going to take place. Eat shit, Clint. This superseded the tristate area.

“Not for eight minutes.” You look at your watch. “And, if Jeff dies then I win by default.”

“You’ll die too,” he points out. 

“I’ll die a winner.” You nod seriously as if that makes it better. 

He’s not that worried. Experience tells him that you’re not a mass murderer willingly. 

“You’ll die an idiot.” 

“Only if you don’t stop me.” Your lips curve into a smile. “And how will you when I do this?”

You yank the machine to point towards him and slam the button. His hand reflectively pulls in front of him to defend himself. Something hits him with enough force to send him skidding backwards slightly. 

He removes his hand carefully from in front of him, looking at you. 

Something feels off.

“You just-”

The knives strapped to his thighs suddenly feel heavier.

“Took your powers?” you finish his thought. “Yeah.”

He feels his body tip towards his left. He’s suddenly very aware of the weight of the arm. Had it been this heavy all this while? 

“You’ve barely changed,” you noted, “You’re just regular Bucky but like, 20% less beef.”

After all, he was a boxer when he was a teen. One of the best men the Howling Commandos had even before the serum.

His shoulder feels heavier though. And somehow he thinks he’s sensing things a little less. He can’t really hear the faint buzzing of the generator downstairs anymore.

“Yep, that’s real muscle.” He turns when you poke at his shoulder. He doesn’t know when you got there. “You’re like a modern day Schwarzenegger. Grade A beefcake.”

He can’t see the construction site near the horizon as clearly as he used to. 

Something about this situation makes him feel like he’s going to have a midlife crisis, even though he’s overshot the age by a huge number. No one has a midlife crisis at 106. 

“Now that we’ve established that this works,” you say, back near the machine again. When did you walk there? “Let’s show this bitch that I’m the brightest star allowed in this solar system.” 

He shakes his head to jolt himself awake, shoves aside his mental dysfunction and breaks out into a sprint when you pull the device down to aim it at the sky. 

He latches onto the side, using his left hand to pull himself up, straddling the machine.

“Excuse me,” you exclaim like it’s a minor inconvenience and he feels the machine sway wildly under him. “You’re weighing it down, get off my inator.”  

You’re shooting recklessly, trying to shake him off. It’s not dissimilar to the mechanical bull Natasha made him ride during a mission down south so she could win money off placing bets on him. They had lobster that night.

He reaches down to its side, hoping to feel maybe a panel he can rip off. He finds nothing.  

He hopes none of the rays are actually hitting anything. It’s a little harder to stay on than he’d imagined it would be, and he thinks that maybe this wasn’t the best plan. 

He changes his mind in a split second, swinging himself over so that he can climb the underside of the machine like a monkey bar. He feels like a fucking insect. How was Peter not mortally embarrassed? 

He factors in the fact that his hands are getting clammier and his grip is slipping faster than usual. Also, he can taste his lunch at the back of his throat.

“Motherfucker,” Bucky curses when his hand slips, leaving him to hold on only by his metal arm. 

“You okay?” you call out, not giving him a second to recover unless he really needed it.

He lets out a grunt, swinging his arm up and catching hold of the antenna, yanking it down and towards the machine itself. He pulls himself up so that he’s straddling the machine again. 

One more shot and-

“Very smart, Barnes,” you say dryly, letting go of the handles. 

He sends you a sly grin before sliding down the barrel, kicking the large button with his heel right before he jumps off. 

The beam shoots out, instantly meeting with metal. The device automatically gives a mechanical groan before powering down, turning off altogether. 

“I hate you,” you huff, before noting his paleness. “D’you want some water? An IV maybe?”

He dismisses it with a wave of his hand, inhaling heavily to catch his breath.

He’s tired, more so than he would have been under any normal circumstance. He feels a little dizzy, a little disoriented. 

“Don’t worry, your magic powers will be back in a few minutes or so.” You examine the bent antenna, pressing the button and sighing when it stands there lifelessly. “Once Jeff wins, I’ll send the dry cleaning receipt to you. You can pay to get the tear stains out of the kids’ outfits.”

“Your tears or theirs?” He’s relieved about the powers returning, he thinks.

“Both, bitch.” Your eyebrow quirks at his retort. Clearly, he had more energy in him than people realised; his brain seemed to be working fine. He was stronger than you thought. Good for him. 

“You’re smart. You’ll figure something out.” He lets out a final exhale before standing up a little straighter. 

“Thanks. It’d be better if you asked your billionaire tech genius to send us something, but okay.”

“It’s a middle school science exhibition. Make a potato battery or something.”

You tsk-tsk. “No points for creativity, Mr. Barnes.”

It creeps into his mind without warning. He wonders if he actually wanted the powers back. Wonders what his life could be if he maybe retired, settled down. For the brief time he feels like his pre-war self, he starts to think like his pre-war self.

“I’m not the one who’s about to lose to a baking soda volcano,” he finds time to respond, however. 

“Your face is a baking soda volcano.” You narrow your eyes at him. “I will not lose.”

“You’re running out of time. Chop chop.”

But the thought hits him. Who is Bucky without his super soldier serum? If he doesn’t have his powers then he can’t think of what use he is to the Avengers.

Who the hell is Bucky if he can’t provide a service to others? How else does he make up for being himself?

His, what he’s now deemed, afterlife crisis is starting to look more apparent.

He compartmentalises and stores it away in a box. He’ll bring it up with his therapist later. 

“I’m going to win and then you’ll be sorry you weren’t a part of it because you didn’t let me steal the sun.” 

“If you win, I’ll still be glad I didn’t let you.” He climbs back down the ladder, feeling the ache in his muscles reduce with every passing minute. 

True to your word, his powers do return a while later. 

And while he’s watching Avatar: The Last Airbender with Peter in the living room two days later, his phone beeps with a text. 

It’s a picture of a blue first place ribbon next to a toy car that looks like it’s powered by a potato battery. Beside it is an out of focus middle finger that is aimed at him. 

Congratulations, he texts back. Told you potato batteries always win.

Your face always wins, he receives in return. He can’t tell if you’re insulting or flirting with him. 

He just shuts his phone off and goes back to watching the show. 

Next part

[asbestieos]

since iv already talked meltys computer screen off abt seisoukan fire i might as well let you all peep the (pre-) horror . basically seisoukan fire is a fic ive had in drafts for.. three months now? four? ive lost track of time but its been in the workshop for a while now and i cannot bring myself to finish it at the moment . maybe one day ill revisit it or maybe someone will take my idea and make it even poggier ^_^ either way heres tasty snippet

It scared her how calm she still was, even so many days after tragedy struck.

There was paperwork to do and business to go about, of course, all too important to set aside for grief. There was no chance Anzu would rest so long as there was more she could do to ease her idols’ pain. Yet even she knew there must be some boundary at which her strength ended. Maybe when she next slept. Or when she next had a moment to herself. Her own anxieties were abated for a week now, but through the caffeine and sleeplessness, the tell-tale adrenaline brought about by unnecessary thoughts began to emerge from the fog of responsibilities in her brain. She didn’t have long until she, like every other member of Ensemble Square, fell victim to feelings of despair.

… But she couldn’t let that happen just yet. She saw the national outrage over what was seemingly the fault of Ensemble Square’s Producer Association. Angry mobs, online and in real life, demanded justice. Punitive justice. Rightful execution of those who failed to protect their charges. Despite the official investigation spearheaded by founder Eichi Tenshouin ruling innocent in the producers’ favor, all evidence of the fire’s origins were hidden from public view. The unsatisfactory explanation defaulted to a simple accident of unexplainable origins — and it was left at that, for any and all to speculate.

Perhaps hiding the truth spared the Association the worst of the abuse. Perhaps hiding the truth protected the idols most severely affected. Perhaps hiding the truth was simply a ploy to prolong their audiences’ patience, a precursor to another plan in development. Perhaps Eichi intended to use this chance to upheave the Association’s power after all.

Anzu could care less.

People — No, her dearest, closest, most precious friends had died.

Non-confrontational as she was, there was no chance she could let the truth of the matter be hidden from her. From the victims still suffering even now. Even if her position as Producer was at-risk, even if there was a chance the swords of hate could point at her throat — for the sake of her friends still living, she wanted to find the answers to their questions. If it would soothe their guilt and pain, wouldn’t it be worth it after all?

Over the course of the week, between public media announcements and funeral tributes, Anzu tried to carefully craft the truth of what had happened together. To learn how an unexpected fire took the lives of ten of Ensemble Square’s very best, and injured a further thirteen more. An endeavor taken not without aid: when Ibara, equally as exasperated with his own losses, came across her notes splayed across the Square office’s tables, the loadbearers’ count stepped up to two, and they carried the burden of truth-seeking together, examining the finer details the official investigation could not consider under the close scrutiny of the public.

Now, she presents herself before a small group of fellow students and a few graduates. All in varying degrees of injury and non-such. The handful who agreed to discuss the incident, strong enough to assist in their investigation, trustworthy enough to not immediately rat their asses out to higher-ups.

They expected less to come than originally planned. Accounting for cold feet, weighted trust, limited invitations, and the sheer impossibility of their task, Ibara guessed only a quarter of their requested audience would arrive, barely five people. But as they waited in that isolated warehouse, deep into the mundane urban structures of Ensemble Square’s yet-to-be-constructed areas, their witnesses slowly trickled in, one after another.

They totaled twelve thus far.

Leo, carefully carrying himself in with a singular crutch, a brace constricted about his neck.

Madara, in similar shape, though where Leo had a brace about his neck, Madara instead had one of his arms in a sling.

Sora, now healed; and Natsume, unharmed.

Nazuna. Unharmed.

Mika. Healed.

Kuro, unharmed; Hiiro, unharmed; both assisting a wheelchair-bound Tetora, wrapped still in protective dressing and a tiger-patterned blanket.

Hokuto and Subaru. Unharmed.

Finally, Kaoru. Unharmed.

Tell-tale exhaustion hung on each of their faces. Anzu knew, at least on the stage, they had no choice but to maintain composure, so to see their weary faces now only hurt her heart. While she had the chance to share her grievances with ES’s fanbase, they had no choice but to keep their chins held high, even amidst terrible rumors and conspiracy regarding the incident. All this, they had to endure in silence without a chance to even defend themselves.

Anzu inhaled deep, organizing clipped papers in her hands. This was all for them. She long since resolved to use her own experience to support them. For her, this feeling of helplessness and hopelessness was familiar, and she was well aware of how insidiously persistent that pain was. Their grief may never end, so they are well-deserving of whatever explanation she and Ibara could find.

“Nervous, Producer-dono?” Ibara chided, pen clicked away. He eyed Kaoru as he slumped into one of the empty folding chairs.

She lowered her head. Then, she mumbled to him, “Saegusa-san, I’m sorry for the trouble. I can do this by myself, so you don’t have to be here.“

“Hmm? Aren’t we both investigating? It’d be unfair to do solo work when the truth is something we both aim for, isn’t it?”

“Still... you’re a very busy man.”

“Busy as I am, allow me to lead. You’ve been practically tearing yourself apart these past few days,” Ibara teased as he set his papers down on his seat. A hop to his feet and the attention of the whole group came upon him.

Even Ibara himself did not escape the tragedy unscathed — at least, not emotionally. Were Anzu not a fellow Producer, she might never have noticed his own suffering, but since that terrible day, his enthusiasm mellowed and his sight clouded. Where before, Ibara always stepped his best foot forward, he now stumbled in stride and in work. Making mistakes he’d never make in a million years, mistakes that might have cost him his position and agency were it not for her quiet assistance.

She was grateful for his help and more than willing to cover for him, especially since he had lost someone dear to him as well.

“Thank you all for coming,” Ibara began. Anzu noted how he neglected to inject his usual energy into his tone. “You already know why Producer-san and I have called you here. We intend to find the truth behind what happened at Seisoukan. Not the official declaration released by His Eminence Tenshouin Eichi, mind you, but every detail left untold by the faulty investigation supposedly conducted.”

Ibara continued, his hands clasped palm-in-palm, “In Producer-san’s hands are documents detailing the building’s architecture. Beside me upon this easel, I have constructed a simple chart of–”

“Will you skip all the bullshit?”

Anzu’s attention snapped to the familiar cold tone, her eyes widening at Hokuto. She knew him to be coarse, but such vicious words?

“Hokuto...”

Her friend cleared his throat, his stare shifting away from Ibara to her. His face was terrible. Stone-faced as usual, but a weariness tore at his cheeks. The slightest hint of bags outlined his under-eyes. “Producer. Anzu. I understand you do all you do out of the kindness, so I’m holding back my anger. But this meeting... this is just pointless. Do you intend to make us recount the events of that day?”

Hokuto seemed to chew on her words. She knew he held her in high regard, knew that if there were anyone in the room he would listen to, it was her.

Silence fell again. Uncertainty filled her now. This would be painful. Extremely painful. But surely everyone who had gathered knew this already. Where she once thought silence was comfort, she couldn’t stand that quiet now, so she chose to break it again:

“Please, Hokuto-kun. You’re all my friends. Everyone who perished, they were our friends. I know... this will be painful for everyone, but if we don’t know why and how this happened, no one will be able to forgive each other.” She continued in a voice even softer than usual, “Or ourselves.”

Silence fell again. Uncertainty filled her now. This was going to be painful. Extremely painful. But surely everyone who had gathered knew this already. Where she once thought silence was comfort, she couldn’t stand that quiet now, so she chose to break it again:

“I don’t want this to be a purely business-like meeting,” she admitted. “The tragedy that happened… It’s personal to every single person here. So for now, let’s forget the investigation. It’s okay if this takes another meeting to get done.

“… Right now, I want to know how everyone feels. What are your thoughts? You must be hurting, right?”

[thebadtimewolf]

uh anyways i'll leave the toxic tenrose tag when yall leave the martha jones or tenmartha or the bear, the sleep hollow, the flash the selfie (because ive seen that shit there too) tags alone, how about that?

just a reminder: the tardis didnt take ten and martha to joan crawford, seventh doctor did by default for the chameleon circuit on a whim. because even joan said it! THE RACIST WOMAN CALLED HIM OUT ON THAT TO HIS FACE!

its the only two parter where its literally in your face that it was the DOCTOR that put MARTHA in that situation, not the tardis.

because just like falling in love never occurred to him, so was this entire scenario.

he fell in love with the same racist twice out of fobwatch familiarity and the only reason she didnt notice was because seven landed in april 1914 and ten in november 1913 - a whole year earlier

after all time and time and time again, the doctor lands somewhere with the pre-set location to avoid his past and future selves

but its even established by HIM that he is taking martha to places that he has already went to with people before her. not the tardis: himself.

so dont dance around about s3 ten's actions just because you happen to think of how he treated martha is blown out of proportion when it isn't. At all. BY HIS OWN ADMISSION mind you. "I traveled with Martha, I ruined her life" WHATS NOT CLICKING????

he couldve set it to modern-day by evidence of where he took martha because that shakespeare ep? His rolling of the eyes? HES ALREADY WENT THERE WITH ROSE AS NINE BUT SHAKESPEARE WAS OLDER and was contantly attempting to physically assault rose Meanwhile Shakespeare younger not doing that? Keeping his hands to himself? Flirting with both of them?! Yeah, no that 'dr didnt take them there, the tardis did' ALWAYS FALL FLAT WITH S3 BECAUSE TEN LITERALLY ADMITS HES TAKING HER TO PREVIOUS LOCATIONS MULTIPLE TIMES. the tardis only did that with lazerus, 42, blink, the utopia three parter (utopia, sound of drums, last of the time lords) and THATS IT but even in the first ep of season 3, ten showed he can pilot it with ease like a snap of his fingers. He can go exactly where he want to go. She didnt give him a time, she said this morning and he guessed. The whole point of season 3 is to show why tenrose doesnt work if the direct separation of you and her is being just as an excuse to be a dick AND RUNAWAYBRIDE?? BEING THE FIRST ONE BEFORE SEASON 3? he was mourning rose but it was CHOICE TO FLIRT TO ACTIVELY SHOW ATTRACTION TO ACTIVELY BE A DICK by his own admission. despite still showing attraction to martha the whole run. the entire run. the reason he yelled the reason he put that arms length was never because of rose. twice. THRICE SINCE 12 PUNCHED THAT GUY BECAUSE HE KNEW BILL'S CONCERNS WAS THE SAME AS MARTHAS BUT HE TOOK BETTER CARE OF IT THAN TEN.

THATS WHY NONE OF THE LATER INCARNATIONS OF 12 AND 13 LIKE 10 AT ALL. 13 constantly avoiding saying roses name by new writers - yeah no shit. Its tens fault why we dont actually have a 13rose. Hell, 11 made fun of him to his face and we chalked it up as them being lads.

its because ten is a hoe. why else do you think he was fine with just giving rose a human him? thats essentially a sentient body pillow of a hand that can give you kids. if you like. because that man was always for the streets unless rose locked that human him down quickly QUICKLY.

my god yall really out here fighting for dust of a ship. tenrose is dust. ninerose gave us FOOD. FOOD AND WATER.

ten took away yall one arguement with rose: oh shes poor thats he loves her. NO SHES NOT. SHES RICH. SHE BECAME A DAUGHTER OF A MULTIBILLIONAIRE AT THE END. SHE IS THE RICH.

SHE WOULDVE JOINED ON THAT STUPID SUBMARINE BECAUSE SHE HEARD THE TARDIS WAS RUMORED YO BE DOWN THERE AND THEN DIED WHAT IS NOT COMPUTING WITH YALL WITH THE TENROSE SHIP

did we all not watch turn left after realizing rose is rich? that she got the torchwood job on petes world because her new daddy owned it? like jackie works there? what is she doing? what is her job there quickly quickly i need to see makkari levels of speed here for the those receipts besides 'oh theyre the owners wife daughter and the guy that looks like the other guy that spedrun the invasion by his presence alone so give them what they want to shut them up' go GO

even the tech. mirror tech. thats just oceangate predetermined cmon. rose is rich now. because i know they made more dimension cannons because jackie AND MICKEY had one too but rose CHOSE TO LET A NOW POORER THAT S1 ROSE DONNA TO GET HIT BY A TRUCK and she let sarah jane amd ianto die???? girl gtfo AND THEN TEN PROCEED TO GIVE HER CRUMBS LIKE HE ALWAYS DID WHEN SHE CAME BACK.

sick. sick thats what tenth dr is. sick. and now 14s gonna be like: 😤 i miss yaz *mopes about yaz* and yall are gonna be like: no he should only mope about rose im not racist but he should only mope for rose even those thats still racism but its not bec—

giving the exact energy as billie piper's second ex-husband. gtfo

and by the way gifmakers that also act like this in every interracial ship that directly counters your umpteenth yt hetero ship that ive seen in literally every era since silent pictures: the correlation of those that ship it just as toxic as you to the point of sending you anon hate if you gif anything outside of that and the ones who are bluntly stealing your gifs and reposting as their own on the likes of twitter with no credit IS THE SAME MOTHERFUCKERS YOU ARE TRYING TO GET REBLOGS FROM. THE SAME ONES. THE SAME ONES THAT WILL NOT ASK IF THEY CAN USE SAID GIFS AND VIDEO (if you are a video editor). THE SAME ONES THAT ARE TWO FACED. do you know how many i had to stop reblogging from because the one who stole it ruined it because it was very clearly that they became racist like that was the natural next step? and weirdly - very weirdly for half of said gifmakers - are swifties. its fucking weird that they are also swifties and racist (hey like 🤬the triple k🤬) and certain type of gifmakers and steal from other creators without permission.

anyway. what was i saying? oh, yeah.

sit the fuck down. shut up. and actively try actually try to make an season 3 ten arguement without sounding like you are racist (just like yall always are with interracial relationships where part of the ship is a yt fave x poc) and failing bad at not being so.

yall been like this since 2010. it has not changed. "i can do better, i can redeem myself by learning to be better" you did worse. the goal was to not do worse. you did the complete opposite and did worse as soon as the metal walls creaked inward. and just like the boy who didnt want to be there and getting killed anyway, so is half of those that defend you completely within the dark that you put them in. just like your ship feed you dust and crumbs, so too you do onto those that stand beside you.

christopher eccleston is right, as always, - it should only be ninerose.

*me continuing to beat up tenth doctor with a cricket bat while an anon is going to think this whole post is about rose just absolve tenth doctor of the blame he is rightfully owed in season 3*

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Taunt

It only takes one time to realize you fucked up.

- ANON REQUESTED!

- WILBUR X FEM! READER BLURB

PROMPTS!

50) "Fuck off... I mean it"

24) "Get in the car" "..." "please get in the car"

⚠︎ angst to fluff, swearing, based on the song Taunt by Lovejoy ❤🐈 its short btw yall

[Updated 3 hours after upload I messed up the prompts sorry yall now it fixed]

She was always asking if he was alright. He always lied to her just to get her off his back for the night, but it was his fault that he wanted her to move in. He has to deal with that all of the time, it was her fault anyways. She made him upset, she made him not alright. She didn't know that. She constantly complained about things that didn't even concern her, she dodged their relationship making it more about her than them.

It was tiring to him. Constantly providing, trying to tie a broken knot, but he didnt let that get in the way of his career, or his friends. There's another issue, he never talked to his friends about her. She accused him of not being proud of their relationship and that became a problem that never got resolved.

Did anyone ever say "no" to her? Well if no one did, he would be the first one to do so. Fuck that.

He listened, and listened, but nothing kept this relationship together.

Wilbur talked to the three people chatting on his discord through his headphones as a soft LED lights flowed through the room. These nights were simple because she didnt have to see him when he decides to stream, he basically has his time set out for himself without trouble. He wasn't ecstatic, he felt horrible, but the facadè was there.

Her on the other hand wasnt happy either. She never got attention from him, and of course she could get moody from time to time like every other human being, but she always took it out on him. Who else was gonna be there for her? He acted like her cared, she knew he was lying. His "caring" consisted of humming and him responding like a default character in a video game. He didn't care, he acted like he never did. She needed that attention and he knew damn well she did.

She wasnt asking for much, at least to her it did feel like it. She knew when she was wrong, but she didn't want to admit it when they were both in the wrong too. They dont get each other, she didnt know why he asked her to move in when he didn't want anything to do with her. Ever since he moved her in he kept her in check like a child, she hated and loved that at the same time. Its true that she wanted her own way, she did what she wanted and gave her attention to whoever she wanted her attention to be. She thought that was fine, but apparently she dosent give any effort to the relationship.

Rolling her eyes at the thought she decided to leave the dishes in the sink dirty. She thought about leaving and finding someone who will get her, yes Wilbur listened to her, but there was no effort. When he's drunk and tries to "figure out what makes her brain tick" ends up in more distaster.

Lying in the couch her mind began to wonder, he always said that she could get away with anything. She always took it as a taunt. Everytime it was brought up. He called it "pretty privilege" and he always taunts her saying she abuses that power.

Her jaw clenched as she recalled those memories. Summoning the courage she brought herself up onto her feet and rushed to their shared bedroom. Taking a deep breath she opened their closet and started pulling her things off of hangers, not caring if she made a mess. She tossed her clothes onto the messy bed that they didn't bother to make this morning.

Bringing a small backpack out from underneath the bed she tried shoving most of her clothes into a bag for a night. In total frustration she emptied the bag and only backed necessities that she would need for the night.

She was tired of him and he was tired of her so she was doing both of them a favor. She made her way out of the door grabbing a coat and sliding on some simple shoes. Shooting a quick text to a close friend letting them know she's coming over. Her friend wasn't that close, but she decided to walk. As she locked the door to their shared apartment she debated texting Wilbur. She didnt want to, but she didnt want him to freak the fuck out because she wasnt home.

( Wilbur )

Me: Ill be back for the rest of my stuff tmrw.

[Read]

She closed her phone and started on her night time journey down the street trying to let everything from the past few weeks go with the cool wind.

Him on the other hand stayed silent. He had just finished his stream and had gotten a text saying that she'll be back for the rest of her things. This was inevitable, one of them had to leave, but to him it didnt seem right. He didn't want her to leave. Something in his heart was making him chase her back, the same thing in his heart that moved her into his apartment in the first place. Maybe it was love, maybe he wanted to persevere and have someone in his life. Something in his mind was telling him that he let go of something special.

Wilbue thought about it as he shut everything off and went to go grab his belongings, before rushing out the door to try and find her. Sadly to his discovery, she turned off her location. He finally made it to his car and started driving towards his house to see if she was around there.

He couldn't call a friend because she never introduced her friends to him. She did that on purpose because of him not doing the same. As he drove down the not so busy streets of Brighton he thought if he could get to know her, pull emotions and feelings out of her and see the real her. And if he cant do that? Who knows what will happen.

He remembers this face she always pulled when he always said "Im alright." She scrunched up her nose in annoyance and he always took it as a taunt because he couldn't figure out the real meaning. They were both going at this the wrong way, he dosent know anything about her and maybe thats the problem, but she needs to calm down as well. She needs to start paying attention to both of them instead of herself.

He was seated at a stoplight until he saw a figure on the sidewalk walking past him. The person looked shocked then kept walking, but even faster this time. He rolled down the window to see it was Y/n walking. Wilbur ran the red light and found a place to turn the car around to follow her. He drove a couple of feet in front of her before putting his hazard lights on and stepping out of the car to confront her.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Wilbur said while getting our of his car.

"Im getting away from you. And what are you doing here?" She said.

"Well I could ask you the same thing. Its not safe out here alone." He calmed down a little. Wilbur's main goal was to get her back home so they can have a civilized talk. He didn't want to be out here.

"Oh? Ive been fine for the past fifteen minutes." She sasser back.

"That dosent mean its not safe!" He exclaimed.

She stayed quiet so that gave Wilbur an opportunity to speak.

"See, I want us to go home so we can have a civilized talk without feeling defensive. I want to get to know you, I know you're my girlfriend and yes, it was my mistake rushing things. Im not putting the blame all on myself either." He finished and she stayed quiet with her arms crossed infront of her chest.

"Are you cold-?"

"Fuck off...I mean it." She said while trying to pass hin on the street.

He stood in her way and he kept doing that every time she tried to get around him. Wilbur saw that she was getting annoyed at his actions. Wilbur held her by both of her biceps trying to hold her still so he could talk.

"You're being childish!"

"Fucking listen to me! You cant just keep walking away from us! From me! This is not healthy!" Wilbur yelled. He let go if her and surprisingly she stayed there.

"Get in the car." He ordered but she stayed silent. "Please get in the car."

She turns around gets in the passenger seat if Wilbur's car. He sighed a sigh if relief and followed her lead. They both got settled into the car and he didn't move. He wasn't going to drive unless she talked to him. After a minute if silence she spoke up.

"I know its- its both of our faults. And i have some things I need to work on. I cant just run away. Also your thoughts of me need to be rearranged, but I need to give you all of me. At leat 50 percent so we can start somewhere. But Im sorry." She said while she looked down at her lap maybe in embarrassment.

In the end they both wanted to fix themselves. In the end they wanted eachother. And they can both see that.

He leaned over the armrest and gave her a kiss on her cheek. She turned to him with a surprise look on her face, like this was the most affection he gave her, because it was true. She grabbed his hand that rested on the armrest too as he started to drive towards their home together.

As the nightly drive continues on and now shes drifting off in the passenger seat as In Love With An E-girl plays softly. She's left too tired to talk with Wilbur and be in touch with her emotions right now, but she'll do it for the both of them this time.

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TWST Boys Voice HCs : Scarabia, Pomefiore and Ignihyde Edition

ive been at college waiting for my 3pm class to begin since 9 AM, it has been 5 HOURS

and i got bored and i made some more voice hcs so here ya go!

mashed em all together :)

Kalim Al-Asim : Because of where the Aladdin movie takes place (aka Aghrabah), the Land of Hot Sands is like Saudi Arabia. I can see Kalim having a rather thick Arabian accent and it makes people not really understand what he’s saying. He attempts to tone it down but he can’t help but let it out, especially when excited. He’s hyper and all over the place, and his voice reflects that perfectly. It’s high pitched yet still masculine and his voice alone invokes some sense of childlikeness.

Jamil Viper : Jamil is much better at masking his accent but it does slip out, very much so when he overblots. He sometimes acts as a translator for Kalim when people can’t understand him. His voice is low and sultry, and works very well alongside his unique magic. After his overblot, he speaks his mind and is very blunt. His voice is what makes him, him. It's sly and deep and just makes you feel like falling asleep face first on the floor whenever he speaks.

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Vil Schoenheit : Because of the fact that he grew up alongside Jack, it sorta makes things easier for me. He has a straight up american accent, no hint of canadian whatsoever. His voice is beautiful, just like him, and I’m 100% sure he would have fans begging on their knees for him to do ASMR. He has a deep and prideful voice, he cares for himself for everything and that includes his voice. He makes sure it’s in tip top shape and never strains it, ever.

Rook Hunt : Even though he grew up in the Afterglow Savannah, this man has a whole ass french accent. His voice isn’t as deep as Vil’s, but it’s not high pitched like Epels. His voice is just- hbdjhbdjihbsdnjs (don't mind me, just fangirling over my fav). His accent is pretty thick, but he’s understandable. Yes he can speak french fully, but knows to tone it down because people can’t understand him, but it does sometimes slip out.

Epel Felmier : The boy who inspired me to do this in the first place. We got a good grasp on his accent already so I don’t have to make up much, but I’m still gonna try and expand on it more with my personal hcs. He lives NORTH north in Pyroxene and has his Canadian country bumpkin accent. Of course, nobody understands him because of how thick it is so Vil forced him to hide it. With his accent on, his voice is kinda deep and gruff, but without his accent, his voice is lighter and quite strained because of how much he fakes his voice. After he finds out what Vil means, he definitely uses his two voices to fuck with people.

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Idia Shroud : Has a greek accent and you can pry this headcanon out of my cold, dead hands. His voice is deep and gruff and very quiet. He’s almost inaudible. He gets louder when he’s excited, especially when he talks about things he likes. He stumbles over his words sometimes and can ramble for hours if he wants to. When he is working back at HQ, he speaks louder and tones down his tirades, he speaks all business-like and polite, with a hint of smugness.

Ortho Shroud : Also has a greek accent, but can have any accent he wants, but he defaults to that. His voice is high pitched and childish, and if you listen hard enough, you can hear a slight robotic whirring as well. He can make his voice sound however he wants, but what I put is his default.

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whoooooooooo! all i got left is diasomnia and i got a pretty good idea of what theyd sound like now ^^

Hot Sands : Saudi Arabia

Pyroxene : North America

Isle of Lamentation : Greece

Village of Harvest : Northern Canada

Afterglow Savannah : Africa

but rook has a french accent tho-

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can you do a blurb with reader having to safe word not because he's hurting her or anything but because she's just not feeling it and Spencers really nice about it and lets her take control instead?

ive had this in my drafts for a few days sorry it's taken so long !!

CW: safe wording (they use the colour system), attempted dom!spencer, mutual masturbation, fluff, smut, riding, unprotected sex

She was tired, she was stressed, she was frustrated and lonely and sad. Spencer was in one of his more dominating moods when he left for work earlier that week, jokingly saying; “no touching yourself till I get back.”

But that was 3 days ago and while she loved to listen and also loved when her brain worked right. Sometimes the only way to reset it would be to have an orgasm, so that’s what she does. Grabbing her favourite vibrator and a decent porn site and she lazily scrolled through as she let the pleasure course through her veins.

She put her phone on do not disturb during times like these, so she never got a text saying Spencer was on his way and he’d be home midway through her session. The bedroom door opens suddenly and she jumps a little, “Jesus Christ, Spencer.”

“I thought I said no touching till I get back,” his voice drops and she’s really not in the mood to be punished or talked to like this right now.

“Red,” she says with a blink in his direction and she watches as he switches over to normal Spencer in the blink of an eye.

“What’s wrong?” He worries, putting his bag down and rushing to sit on the edge of the bed.

“I’m grumpy and I need to cum,” she whispers, embarrassed but she knows he gets it. more than once she's walked in on him just jerking off for stress relief, it was normal in their house, as it should be.

"Do you need a hand?" he smirks, reaching for the buttons on his coat.

She hums as she pretends to think it over, "yeah come sit with me."

he gets just as naked as she is and gets into bed beside her, leaning against the pillows, their legs overlap as they get off together.

"why are you grumpy?" he whispers as he turns to kiss her shoulder, she moves in closer to him so her shoulder in front of his and he can kiss her neck like he likes to.

"i have deadlines to meet that i'm not going to make on time, and they said it's fine but i still feel bad about it," she says it more calmly than she thought she would, thanks to the feeling of his free hand reaching around her to cup her breast as he kissed her neck.

he hums in response, "so instead of working late, you were going to spend the night having orgasms without me?"

"I was going to think about you if that's any consolation?" she teases him as she tilts her head back on his shoulder.

he looks at her with a smile, "it is." He strains his neck in an attempt to kiss her.

she feels needy all of a sudden, empty and flustered and he's right there, so she quickly straddles his hips and sits in his lap, connecting their lips as she does so, she reaches between them to stop his movements on his cock and steady herself over him. he's inside before Spencer can even think about it, moaning into her mouth at the feeling.

she kisses his cheek, over to his ear before nibbling on the lobe, "you know, I technically didn't start until you were home, you just walked in in time..."

"Good girl," he praises her the way she's looking for, running his thumb over her clit at the same time, she twitches with a gasp.

"by default," she laughs again as she starts riding him, taking him in again and again, beautifully, the way she always does. it's everything she was looking for when she set out for an orgasm, but 10x better because Spencer was home and not just in her mind.