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cassiefromhell · 2 years ago

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Cursed Creatures: Chapter Three, "Damn The Curses, But Damn The Humans Too"

Chapter One Chapter Two

fanbase: jjk

S. Gojo x Reader x Sukuna

Summary: Maki has informed you of a serious threat: three special grade curses, and completely unexpected, at that. Now, you have to go and deal with them: and get the kids the safety.

WC: 4.3k

Warnings: fighting, injuries, slightttt gore

A/N: Requests are open.

Three § Damn The Curses, But Damn The Humans Too

The veil shudders as I pass it, allowing my curse form to slip through. My tail slinks along behind me as I sprint in, as I’ve gone full true form - lean and muscled and tall.

I adjust the curtain to only allow the three second-years in or out. I don’t want these curses slipping out, nor any extra sorcerers intruding.

I come across Inumaki first, coughing blood and doing his best to fight off a smaller curse. He’s half keeled over, but still on his feet.

Activating Sukuna’s technique, Dismantle, I exorcize the curse with a swift wave of my hand. It crumbles and vanishes.

“Inumaki,” I yell, sprinting to his side and taking one of his arms. “I’m tagging you all out. Can you get to the veil on your own, or will you need assistance?”

Inumaki gives a shaky thumbs up, turning and limping to the veil.

I nod to myself, one down. Sprinting further into the graveyard, I leap over headstones and graves, shooting out tendrils of my energy to search for the others.

My energy snags on a presence, indescribable past that. I stumble, nearly faceplanting, but catch myself on a tombstone. I shudder, raising my hand and activating two mental lines: Panda and Maki.

You two, I shout down the lines. Locations. Give me a signal.

Dirt is thrown into the air to my right, and I leap in that direction. I round two corners, and come face to face with Maki, Panda, and all three special grades.

A humanoid curse with a patchwork face and blue hair, and a sick grin.

A volcano-looking asshole with a yellow and black-spotted cloak.

A white, alien-esc curse with black lines and a wrapped shoulder.

Panda is down, and Maki stands at his feet, defending him against the trio as best as she can.

“Maki,” I say, training my eyes on the curses. “You three are done. Meet Inumaki outside. Help is on the way.”

“Are you—“ she coughs, looking from me to the three. “Sure? They’re—“

“I’ve got it,” I crack my knuckles, raising both hands in a fighting stance. “Leave.”

The three have shifted their attention to me, and the blue-haired one squeals in delight. “Ahh, the legendary {Y/N}, how exciting.”

“Well, you know my name,” I purr, stepping closer and blocking the two students as Maki drags Panda away. “What’s yours?”

“This isn’t the mission, Mahito,” the volcano guy starts, grabbing patchwork’s arm. “We should report back now that we have what we need.”

I scan the three, trying to figure out what exactly it is that they have. I senses just keep dragging me back to the patchwork one, and I snarl.

“Hand it over.”

He laughs, really laughs at me. “As Sukuna’s princess, you really think you can just get away with anything, hm?”

And that’s all it takes to snap my patience.

I vanish from their sight, using Essence to mask my scent and Energy. I reappear directly behind the patchwork curse, and swiftly slice off an arm, then warp myself into a tree.

The presence I felt has followed me, and I look down at the stitched arm in my grip. I peel the fingers back, and cough out a gasp as I come face to face with a Sukuna thumb.

The three act immediately. Spikes of flesh are spiraling after me, followed by tendrils of splintering wood and bubbling magma. I hiss, jumping from one tree to the next, skillfully evading each attack. My priority now is taking care of this finger — I can’t let these nobodies get their paws on it.

One of the spikes lands a hit straight through my thigh, and I snarl. It locks me in place for an incoming branch attack, and it leaves me no other option.

“Domain expansion,” I hiss, bringing my hands together and making a bow shape. “Huntress’s Forest.”

The graveyard melts away, thick black trees beginning to spiral out of the ground. Tall bows that are nearly my height hang from branches, only accessible to me. Deer sprint through the woods, flooding every path with wildlife, bright flowers, and millions of curses that I’ve captured.

The trio yells as they’re bombarded with thousands of attacks from the curses in my arsenal. However, they fight back well, shredding plenty of them to purple bloodied ribbons.

I sit up on the top of a tree, pulling a dagger straight out of its trunk and beginning to sharpen it. I raise a hand, and all attacks end, leaving the three curses injured and standing in a small clearing.

“I want names,” my voice booms across the domain. “Your names. And everyone you work with and for.”

Patchwork bites out another laugh. “Well, aren’t you cute? Thinking you can domain us and we’ll just bend to your will. You’re hardly a special grade, and I have a feeling you’re a one or two trick pony.”

I raise a brow. “How many techniques do you think I have?”

“You’re half human, and only have whatever power Sukuna allows you. I’d bet on two.”

I snort, giving a little shrug. “Sure. Why don’t you try to break out of my domain, hm?”

Patchwork turns to the volcano asshole, elbowing him. “Use Coffin of the Iron Mountain. Put this bitch in her place.”

The volcano man remains silent.

A sly grin spreads across my face, and I cock my head to the side. “Speechless? Is Sukuna’s Whore a little more powerful than you had anticipated?”

“My name is Jogo,” he whispers, finally flicking his eyes to me. “And I’ll make a pact with you.”

I raise a brow, halting the sharpening of my blade. “Oh?”

“You release us three. In return, you keep the finger and we will owe you a favor of any size. You may call it in only once, to any curse we work with or for, however it must be something that can de done immediately, and will not involve the curse exorcizing themself.”

I click my tongue, tsking at them. “So many conditions. Are you really that desperate to escape my clutches?”

“Yes,” the third finally speaks, in a language even my ancient ears barely understand. “Mighty Queen of Curses.”

I frown.

Maybe I’ve accumulated enough power to be called that. Either way, I don’t like it.

“I’ll accept your pact, if none of you ever call me that again.”

“Done,” Jogo confirms.

I drop my domain, and the trees sink back into the ground, sky lightening once more as my wildlife dissolve. The three curses are gone in a flash, and I roll my eyes, slinking to the grass.

Once my feet are on the ground, I murmur a quick prayer to respect the dead that were trampled on this afternoon. The veil is still standing, and I head towards the street.

The moment I exit out of the thick black curtain, I release a low whistle. Outside, there’s three black academy cars, multiple Jujutsu Sorcerer investigators, two ambulances — one with Inumaki, the other with Maki — a small field medical team, and Gojo and Nanami leaning against the hood of my car, speaking to the three first year students.

The entire street flinches as I step outside, surely in the presence of the Sukuna finger that I now hold up in front of me. The veil rises behind me, vanishing into the sky.

“Someone come and take this before it leaves burn marks on me,” I drone, and an investigator immediately comes to my side to swipe it out of my grasp. They don’t like me being near the fingers, for fear that I’ll eat them or some shit.

Once that’s done, I head for the ambulance with Maki in it. It doesn’t seem like she’s going to be taken to the hospital, more like just looked over and hydrated.

I ignore the five and a half pairs of eyes on me from the direction of my car, hopping into the ambulance where Maki is sat up on a stretcher.

“How’re you feeling, kiddo?” I lean against the doorway, tilting my head to the side.

“Fine. You saved our asses back there.”

“I’m proud,” I say, walking to her side in order to extend my hand and pat her shoulder. “You called for help when you realized that dealing with the situation on your own wasn’t feasible, which is one of the most important parts of being a sorcerer. Furthermore, you watched Panda’s back when he was down, holding your own against three special grades. I don’t care what your ID card says. In my eyes, you’re a semi-first grade sorcerer, well on your way to advancing to first grade.”

Her eyes water for a moment and then she blinks quickly, sniffing and giving me a serious nod. “I’m honored by your words.”

I smile, sitting on the side of the stretcher and holding my arms out. “Come here, kiddo.”

Maki leans forward, throwing her arms around me and pushing her face into my neck. I stroke her hair.

“If you ever need anything,” I continue, patting her head, “I’m here. Girl talk, womanly advice from a girl who’s been her for a millenium — anything, kiddo. Come to me,” I pause for a moment. “And you lasted the longest, so you get to drive the car.”

“Ahem.”

I release the green-haired teenager at the cough, turning to face the intruder. “Polite as ever, Nanami.”

“They want your report,” he gives me a long once-over as he holds out a clip board and pen. “You should probably get that leg checked out.”

I glance down, remembering that I was speared through the thigh. There’s a hole in my navy uniform. It seems to have shredded my flesh, given how much it’s bleeding — though in this form I’m anatomically full curse, so my blood vanishes before it can hit the floor.

“Aw, shit, I was hoping it would kind of just heal itself,” I grumble, getting up and taking the clipboard and pen, hopping out of the ambulance. I completely ignore the way a wave of pain hits my leg in response to the impact. “Thanks, Nanami. I’ll write my report.”

“This should be considered overtime,” he says, following me as I walk to my car. “You came out here to supervise, and were ill informed of the scope of the mission. You were expecting maybe a first grade or two, not anything like this.”

I chuckle, hardly looking up from the clipboard as I scribble down the details of what happened. “I know, right? I’ll make the academy pay me extra. Although, they’ll probably object after they see the bill from this morning’s shopping spree.”

He steps in front of me, and I finally spare a glance at him. His blond eyebrows are nearly up to his hairline, and shockingly, he’s lacking his usual glasses. “The academy allows you to use their money for shopping?”

“Mhmmm,” I laugh, putting a hand on his chest. “I’ll take you shopping one time, on their dime,” I wink, “they do anything to keep the big scary curse at bay.”

He cracks a tiny, itty bitty smile, turning on his heel to face forward once more. I go back to looking at the clipboard, flipping over the paper and detailing the curses I saw. I write at an incredible speed, putting some extra curse energy into my pen strokes.

I can sense when we’ve reached the car, and I stop, but keep my nose buried in my work.

“Can she even hear us?” Nobara asks, and my energy picks up on her nudging Fushiguro.

“I’ve never quite figured that out,” Gojo replies. “If you focus, you can feel her energy. She can sense we’re here, but I’m not sure how cursed energy works for sense-wise for a curse. Not sure if she can hear or see us.”

“Oh, she can hear us, isn’t that right princess?” that familiar third voice chimes in. It makes my spine stiffen, and I momentarily halt my writing. “See?”

I raise my pupils to glare at the mouth on Itadori’s cheek, and I throw him my pen.

“Drive that into his mouth for me. That’ll shut him up.”

A stray thought crosses my mind — Sukuna is finally getting to see that ‘true form’ he had begged to lay eyes on. Although, right now I’m bloodied and disheveled.

“Oh, so moody,” Gojo purrs, peering at me over a pair of sunglasses. He has my car keys in his hand.

“Made me lose my focus,” I grumble, reaching for my keys.

He pulls them away, up over my head. “Oh, you’re not driving. Not with that blood fest.”

I scowl, glancing down to my leg. “It’s already healing. It was bleeding much more earlier. It’s no longer dripping, and it just stings a little,” I hold out my hand, palm up. “Keys.”

“No,” he grins, folding the keys into his fist. “I think I’ll drive.”

“You just want to drive my sexy ass car.”

“You can finish your report on the way.”

“Over my dead body.”

“I think I can convince you,” he purrs, putting a hand on my hip.

I remain stone-faced. “No. You can’t.”

I’m not entirely sure how we got here, but Gojo is driving.

My car seats five, but on top of Gojo and I, Nanami and the three students needed a ride back to campus.

Therefore, the first-years are in the back and I’m up front on Nanami’s lap. Neither of us particularly mind, considering that we share a bond over hating work and he agreed to help me with the form.

“Why do they make these so cryptic?” I grumble, leaning against the door. “And why do they keep wanting to know what techniques I used? They know I won’t tell them.”

“When’s the last time you slept?” Nanami asks, looking over my shoulder at the paper.

“Sleep is for mortals.”

I feel an extra eye on me, followed by a parting of lips.

I whip my head around, giving Itadori my best glare. Him and the first years were in the middle of watching Nobara — sitting in the middle — play some game on her phone.

“Itadori,” I hiss, pointing to the eye and mouth on his cheek. “You shut him up before he says something I won’t like.”

Nobara presses a button on her phone, and the trio slowly looks up to me — to my eyes, which I’m sure are glowing now.

“Damn,” the ginger girl murmurs, giving me a quick once over. “You’re scary as shit.”

“For real,” Itadori squeaks, covering the half-face with a hand.

Fushiguro and Gojo snort, causing me to scowl and look to the latter. “What’s so funny?”

“The more a person knows you,” Gojo starts, tapping the wheel. “The less scary you look, and more… how do I put it… angsty, with a side of slightly grumpy old curse?”

I stare at him for a very long moment, deciding whether I want to let my car be collateral damage in the earth-shaking attack I wish to unleash.

“You’re so lucky we’re in this fucking car,” I breathe, taking a deep inhale and pushing it out through my clenched teeth as I turn back to the paperwork.

He shoots me a heart-fluttering smirk, eyes sparkling with amusement under his glasses.

“Why were you asking if I’d slept?” I ask Nanami, resuming my leaned-against-the-door stance.

“Because your handwriting is off. And you don’t typically ask so many form questions,” he replies, pointing to a particularly lopsided letter ‘j’.

“Huh.”

“She does need sleep,” Sukuna’s voice chimes in, as it nearly did earlier. “Or she’ll get grumpier and her mortal body will wear down like normal.”

I don’t look up from the line I’m writing, but I murmur under my breath. “Itadori, I told you to keep him quiet.”

“Sorry, I’m trying— I can’t find the mouth—“

“Stomach,” I murmur.

There’s a rustling of fabric, and then Itadori snorts a short laugh. “How’d you know that?”

“You should start to be able to pick up on where they spawn with time,” I deflect the question. “The skin tightens a bit, and you can sense where his soul’s energy has planted itself in order to make the mouth in the first place.”

“Yeah, Itadori,” Nobara mocks. “Sense it. It’s not that hard.”

I melt back into my work, hoping to get it done before we reach campus.

“How do you know so much about the mouth thing?” Itadori asks, leaning forward to stick his head between the two front seats.

“Because I was like you,” I raise a hand, showing him the back of my palm. I force a mouth to open there, and speak from it. “Possessed when I was fifteen, by a curse of my very own emotion.”

“Woah!” Itadori grabs my hand, looking at the mouth. I let it melt into my skin, slowly looking over at him from the papers. “Did you force that?” He asks, flipping my hand over again.

“Yes.”

“But you don’t switch personalities or anything? No voices in your head? Just you?”

“Indeed. I can work with you, if you’d like. It’s extremely doubtful that you’d end up merging with Sukuna, and for your sake, I hope you don’t. But I can show you how to access more of his energy,” I press my free hand to my abdomen, where Athalia’s energy resides for my usage. “With more fingers, you may start to access his techniques.”

He nods, leaning back into his seat.

“Focus on your work, so you don’t have to go overtime,” Nanami grumbles, nodding towards the clipboard on my lap.

I nod, working on my last report paragraph. “Does anyone wanna go shopping?”

Nobara gasps, taking the place where Itadori just was between the front seats. “I’ll go! If you pay.”

“The academy pays. I need to get my uniform tailored anyway.” I finish my reports, tossing my clipboard onto the dashboard and turning on Nanami’s lap in order to face everyone properly.

“You shopped this morning,” Gojo chuckles, but turns to get off the highway and head into town.

“That was for getting my Sukuna job done. This is for having to swat a trio of special grades. Fushiguro, do you wanna grab two more Switch controllers from the GameStop on fifth ave?” I nod toward the two new first years.

He nods, a grin flashing across his face. “Are you gonna show them who’s the boss?”

“Hell yeah. I call Princess Peach.”

Nobara’s eyebrows shoot up. “You play Mario Kart?”

“She’s excellent at it,” Gojo jumps in, pulling into a parking garage. “Even though I had to show her how to hard reset her phone yesterday.”

The students start laughing, and Nanami stifles something that I’m sure is a snicker.

I groan, “Okay, well they changed it. I used to just hold the power button, and now it’s all up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, start.”

“How can you remember that but forget that google exists half the time?” Fushiguro asks, completely straight faced.

I stare at him for a moment, then burst into laughter myself, dropping my head into my hand.

Gojo pulls the car into a spot and puts it in park. “Alright, everyone out.”

I climb off of Nanami’s lap, grabbing my sunglasses from the glovebox as I go. I shift down into my full human form, shuddering as my injured leg twists into shape. However, it heals with the transition, and I give it a little shake.

“You shouldn’t change forms when injured. It really grates on your cursed energy,” Sukuna adds, opening a mouth on Itadori’s neck once more.

I glare at Itadori for a very long moment, waiting for him to shut the Curse King up. The boy doesn’t seem to even notice the mouth, talking to the other students about homework or some mortal child shit.

When he doesn’t notice my stare, I huff, speaking to the extra mouth in an ancient tongue. “I’d rather not be literally invisible to normies while shopping. Also, you should keep your mouth shut.”

The mouth laughs, and that turns Itadori’s attention to me. He parts his lips, then glances down to the mouth on his neck, and covers it. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. Like I said, it’ll get easier with time,” I slide my sunglasses on, pushing them up my nose. “For now, try to keep him from convincing me towards slitting your throat.” A feline grins breaks across my face, not considering that the boy is likely not used to my darker sense of humor.

Hands are on my waist before I can stop them, and I yell as Gojo hoists me up onto his shoulder.

“Gojo!” I shriek as he lifts me, gripping his hair once he’s settled me onto his shoulders. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Carrying you,” he smirks up at me, eyes glittering. “You shouldn’t walk on that leg.”

“I just healed it. Now, if you don’t mind,” I try to pull off of his shoulders, but his long fingers have wrapped around my ankles. “I’ll steal your technique.”

“No, you won’t,” he chirps, and starts walking out of the garage.

I accept my fate, grumbling to myself nonetheless. I close my eyes, allowing my mind to begin to slip away while we walk.

“Hey,” Nobara’s voice cuts into my thoughts, and I look down to her. “I’ve just realized something.”

“Hmm?” I adjust my sunglasses, idly running my fingers through Gojo’s hair.

“Why is it,” she starts, glancing between everyone in the group. “That he’s Fushiguro, he’s Itadori, he’s Gojo, he’s Nanami, but I’m Nobara? Why are you first-naming me?”

I open and close my mouth for a few moments, trying to come up with an answer.

“Hey, why do you call me Gojo?” the man under me asks, cocking his head to the side as he peers up at me. “Why not Satoru?” It’s not the first time he’s asked me this question.

“I’m usually Megumi to her,” Fushiguro adds, shrugging. “I don’t know why she’s gone back to Fushiguro.”

“Because I’ve been on this earth for a thousand trips around the sun,” I spit out an answer, scratching the back of my neck, “so I can call you people what I want. And I’ve known Megumi since he was tiny.”

“You’ve known us for a decade,” Gojo gestures between him and Nanami, pouting now.

I pick at a speck of invisible lint on my shirt, avoiding eye contact.

“A decade isn’t very long, to us,” Sukuna jumps in. “You’re practically a child.”

Gojo glances up at me, a wide grin hitting his face. “Is that why it took eight and a half years to convince you to-“

I clamp a hand over his mouth, shaking my head in warning. Gojo had practically groveled at my feet since the day he met me, sliding innuendos and flirty lines to me every chance he got. He was fifteen when he started trying to get me in his bed, and I only relented after a particularly difficult curse mission three years ago, when he had helped me save a few student’s lives and the only favor he asked in return was to get a chance at pleasuring me.

As it turned out, he was very good at it. And I found myself going back for more.

And now, Gojo is my best friend. Who I fuck. Nothing more.

“And you’re still an arrogant little shit.”

The students break into laughter, Fushiguro straight up punching Gojo’s infinity barrier.

“Let’s shop,” I grin.

Not thirty minutes later, I’m alone with Gojo. The students have gone off on their own, and Nanami got called to another mission, so Gojo and I are sitting in a coffee shop.

Which is a little funny, because I don’t eat or drink like humans do.

Gojo sips at a coffee, his stunning blue eyes flicking around the room from behind his sunglasses. He observes everything: the barista, the window leading to the street, me, the book in my hands, my sunglasses, the slice of cake in front of him, back to me, to my shirt, to my hands, to my temporarily human ears, to the book—

“You keep looking at me,” I murmur, my own pupils remaining glued to the pages of this book I picked up. “Spit it out.”

He pulls his sunglasses off momentarily, greeting me with those sharp, turquoise eyes of his that damn near glow in the dim shop lighting. I catch his look in my peripheral vision, but the blurred angle is enough to tell exactly what he’s doing.

“Let me take you out.”

That gets my attention. My head jolts up from my book, promptly colliding with the wall behind me. I mutter a string of curses, raising my hand to cover the sore spot. “I think I misheard you,” I murmur, sparing a glance up at him.

His expression remains uncharacteristically serious, and he tilts his head slowly. “Go out with me.”

I sigh heavily, dropping my book with a thud. I cover my face with a hand. “I thought we were past this.”

“I stopped asking when I got you into my bed, because I thought that’s all I wanted,” he breathes, reaching out a hand to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. “You completely ignored me for hours this morning. I’ve decided I don't like that.”

“So you ask me out?”

“You are the one thing I’ve never been able to have. Today, I realized that it drives me absolutely, utterly and irreversibly insane, and—“

“You’re not thinking clearly, Satoru,” I declare, interrupting him with a firm tone. I push his hand away from my face carefully. I rise, snatching my book and tucking it under my arm. “Today was a long day. You can take the kids back with the car.”

“You called me Satoru.” His hand catches my wrist before I can leave. He looks at me with those eyes, those damned eyes, and I fear that if I stay any longer, my firm resolve will simmer into nothingness.

“I’m rejecting you,” I breathe. “Let me go.”

He does, and I leave him there with something like hurt staining his beautiful face.

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fluffypandabun · 1 year ago

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WAAH TY PANDA! Hmm… I’ll try to be as specific as I can but still try to give you some creative freedom! If you have the time what about a lil something with my Laviana and Casey perhaps? (Lavi is my rottmnt turtle sona!) Maybe with 20, 15, or 95 for the lil 100 t-word prompt thingy? Here’s also some Headcanons for her or other things I’ve had her in that could hopefully help give you a feel of her personality! Thank you so much for your time and I hope you have a wonderful day/night! https://www.tumblr.com/pocky-dragon/739377412252565504/winter-squeals?source=share https://www.tumblr.com/pocky-dragon/746067876588470272/laviana-headcanons?source=share

AHHH UR SO WELCOME! I really enjoyed writing for her shes such an adorable sweetheart, I really hope I did her character justice and I also hope you enjoy!!!!

Lavi hummed softly to herself as she brushed past the colorful curtains that acted as a makeshift door to her room in the subway car. The fabrics colorful and all hand stitched together, splattered with paint and embroiderer with stars and other constellations. It was a bright pop of color in contrast the otherwise more metallic blue hues of the lair.

The sea turtle had spent the otherwise chilly afternoon curled up nice and warm under her blankets, re watching her favorite movies for the hundredth time and doodling in her little sketchbook. However, an empty bowl of popcorn had sent her crawling out of her warm cocoon and into the slightly more chilly lair.

Bowl in hand she had her sights set on the kitchen, when something, or more so, someone, caught her eye. Casey, dressed in a hoodie much too large on him (One of Leos no doubt) and wrapped up in a colorful patchwork quilt(Which Lavi was fairly certain was hers but it was Casey so she could share), sat with his back to her on the couch. The TV was off so he clearly wasn't watching it, and he was hunched over at a slightly awkward angle.

She frowned a bit in concern, popcorn bowl abandoned on a nearby table as she made her way over to the slightly younger teen.

"Casey?" She called, meaning to reach out and touch a hand to his shoulder, only to jump back with a yelp as Casey let out a startled squeak of his own.

"Lavi!" He breathed in relief, shoulder immediately relaxing when he quickly turned and saw it was just the sea turtle. "You scared me!"

"Sorry!" Lavi couldn't help but let a slight giggle slip into her words "Ninja instincts I guess?"

She let her amusement fade into something more curious; leaning forward a bit to try and peer over his shoulder.

"What were you doing?"

"Hm? Oh!" The human teen angled his body so the turtle could see the book he held clutched in his hands. "I was just reading this book Raph recommended me."

"Ooooh!" Lavi Chirped, interest further piqued, she braced both her hands on the back of the couch, lifting herself a bit upwards so she could lean further forward.

"Whats it about?"

Casey gave a bit of a smile at the turtles antics and turned his body back so he could resume his previous position with the book held in his lap.

"Its about this little witch girl, shes trying to find her magical calling, its like a coming of age sort of thing."

Lavi let out a hum to let Casey know she was still listening, for a moment the two of them stayed in silence. Lavis movie and bowl of popcorn momentarily forgotten for the sake of spending time with Casey.

After a second however, Lavis arms started to get a bit tired from holding herself up over the back of the couch so she shifted forward a bit to get more comfortable, as she did however, the tail ends of her mask moved forward and brushed gently over the shell of Casey's ear.

The teen let out a loud squeak, shoulders immediately hunching up to his ears as Lavi froze. They sat in silence for just a split second before a little grin started to pull at the corners of the turtles mouth, her little tail starting to wag behind her.

"Casey? What was that?" She asked, laughter in her voice as her eyes sparkled. The human let out a low groan as he brought the book up to cover his face.

"Nuthin..."He grumbled, voice muffled by the book.

"Nuh-Uh!" She giggled, swooping forward so that her masks tassels brushed against his ears again drawing out another squeak and the beginning a bright red flush starting to creep up the back of his neck.

"That totally was something!"

"Lahehvi!" Casey huffed, trying to scooch himself forward and away from the turtle. "Cuhut it out!"

Lavis smile couldn't get any wider as she laid her upper body over the back of the couch in order to free up her hands, wiggiling her fingers carefully in between Casey's shoulders in order to reach his ears, drawing out a new kind of laughter from him; one that was more squeaky and high pitched then his usual laugh.

Lavis eyes were practically sparkling, she let out a squeal of pure delight.

"Casey! You have ticklish ears!? That's so cute!"

Casey hiccuped softly, book abandoned on his lap as he reached up with a hand to try and gently batter Lavis fingers away.

"Ehehe! L-Lavi! Stohohohp! Its not funhehehey!"

The turtle giggled, sneaking her fingers under Casey's chin making him outright squeal.

"If its not funny then why are you laughing silly?"

After one last bout of giggles Casey finally managed to gain enough control that he was able to duck and roll himself onto the far side of the couch and away from the mischievous sea turtle. He lay there red faced for a moment, trying to rid out the residual giggles still caught in his throat.

Still hanging over the back of the couch, Lavi looked absolutely delighted; giggling to herself as she flapped her hands in front her her.

"Awwww! Ive never heard you laugh like that before Case! That was adorable!"

Face still flushed red; Casey sat up with a grumble, crossing his arms over his chest.

"M'Not adorable." He huffed, trying to put on a stern face just like his Sensei taught him, but the effect was dampened by his messy hair and still flushed face. It only served to make Lavi giggle.

"Yes you are!" She chirped, giggling again when Casey just chose to scowl at her in response. She met his scowl with a smile of her own, holding up her hands and making her fingers into claws.

"Aww come on Casey, where did they smile go?" She teased, smile widening when she immediately saw the way Casey had to fight to keep a smile off his face.

She let out a sudden gasp, "There! I think I saw one! It was righttttt here!"

She lunged forward suddenly, poking rabidly all over Casey stomach, causing the teen to yelp and fall back into squeaky laughter.

"Lahehevi!"

Said turtle grinned, "Yesssss?"

The human didn't give her any more of a response, falling back onto the couch and attempting to curl up onto his side to try and shield his stomach from the turtles barrage of pokes. This of course only served to backfire as she simply just switch to poking up and down his side.

"Boop! Boop Boop Boop! I think I find your giggle button Casey!"

Casey, much to his own embarrassment and Lavis delight, let out a snort, Lavi snickered.

"Woops! Guess that was your snort button instead!"

"VehehEHEHE! Pleasehehehese!"

The turtle giggled, finally pulling her hands away.

"Okay! Okay, I'm done I promise!"

She stayed with her elbows propped up on the back of the couch, sitting back and watching as the human rolled back over onto his back, covering his face with his arms as he hiccuped with leftover giggles.

Lavi smile softened a bit, it was always nice to see Casey let lose and act like an actual kid. She knew he had, and was still having, a hard time adjusting to everything. And she was glad that she could help even just a little with that, even if she wasn't the same Lavi he has known in the past...or well...future in her case.

After a second, the teen let out a low groan, the skin peaking out from where he was hidden within his arms flushed a dark red. Lavi reached out and gently poked his elbow.

"Are you still alive in there Casey?"

Casey pulled away the arm covering his face to fix her with a mock glare; "I would start running if I were you."

Lavi let out a little amused scoff, "I'm not scared of you."

Casey rose a brow, "Oh yeah?" He grinned, before suddenly he lunged forward and snagged Lavi around the wrist, dragging her over the back of the couch and onto his chest with a yelp of surprise.

With a triumphant laugh Casey immediately wrapped his arms around the turtle in a sort of hug, his fingers hooking onto the sides of her shell and wiggling gently. Immediately the older turtle was thrown into a fit of chirping giggles, her legs kicking out wildly behind her as she flailed.

"N-Nohohohoho! Cashehehehey!"

"You brought this upon yourself!' Casey laughed, thankful for his training which allowed him the strength to keep the squirming turtle trapped in the tickly hug.

She let out a loud squeal when his fingers traveled up to wiggle into the hallows of her underarms, fighting between the urge to scrim away form the tickly sensations and wanting to melt into the nice warm hug.

"Pleasehehehse! MERCHEHEHEHY!"

Casey grinned downright evilly, channeling his inner Leonardo; "Mercy? I don't know the meaning of the word!"

"Oh? Is that so~?"

Ah, speak of the devil and he shall appear-

Both parties froze at the sudden drawl of a new voice, looking up, both having to crane their necks to see, and spotting Leo leaning over them both, arms held behind his back. His beak quirked up in a smirk.

"Leheheo!" Lavi giggled, breathless from laughter and for once looking relieved to see her little shit of a younger brother. "Hehehelp!"

Casey however looked far less relieved, lips quirking up in a nervous grin, any confidence he had previously seemingly having vanished without a trace at the sight of the other blue masked turtle.

"Oh, heh, heeeey Leonardo."

The turtles grin widened even further. "Wooow Case, bullying my sister are you? In her own home? For shame, I really thought you were better then that."

"I-" Casey sputtered. "She...She started it!"

"Ohhh and now your blaming her?" He cracked his knuckles dramatically. "Don't worry Vee, your amazing brother Leo is here to avenge you."

"WaIT-" Casey managed to squeak out, trying to squirm out from under Lavi who, grinning like the cat that got the canary, was now using her weight to keep him trapped there.

"Leo, Leo dont-Lavi, Lavi call him off-Leo LEO-!"

Lavis popcorn bowl would be left forgotten on the table for just a little while longer it seemed.

#pandabuns post #pandabuns fic #rottmnt tickles #ticklish! casey #Ticklish! Lavi #Friends ocs #Pandabuns requests

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undergroundbillions · 1 year ago

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Hi!! I was wondering if I can have panda/teddy and baby references? Like images of the characters by any chance I'm drawing them and I really wanted use some image as a ref but I don't have any lol

Sure! honestly, there's not a lot of pictures specifically of these two, they didn't get a lot of attention. if you're looking for color reference I'd suggest just watching the footage.

Here's some art of Baby and Teddy by @raggedyannrevivaleffort!

and another Teddy, this one by @rags-buttons!

Teddy doesn't really have a specific design, they're only described in the script as a patchwork bear. Though the green/magenta corduroy/paisley combo was a standout design early on and has become pretty common, I'd still like to see other interpretations! They're round and soft and a big nerd. That's what matters!

-Mod General D.

#thanks for the ask!#raggedy ann musical #raggedy ann revival effort #fan art #rag dolly #rag dolly musical #raggedy ann broadway

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pazotl · 4 months ago

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bnha second gen navigation

toyhouse art class 1-A: hideko (patchwork), chie (clay), reika (platypus), kaito (shrimp), michiya (dark shadow), haruto (perfect aim), yuka (hair), riki (cookie cutter), eito (popcorn), mu yao (red panda), yumi (tornado), yoko (tadpole), hoshiko (smog), miki (skewer), hikari (frankenstein), natsumi (werewolf), setsuko (marbles), kotone (perfect pitch), emi (sunlight)

class 1-B: ran (googly eyes), mizuki (phantom), syouji (crinkle), ayako (murder of crows), teruya (puppeteer), hiro (special delivery), chizue (despair), yuuto (bubblegum), junichiro (cloud), fumiko (leech mouth), ryu (flame breath), hisa (glass shards), kanae (ant queen), katashi (brain fry), hajime (brain freeze), aoi (body pillow), mio (pixie), daichi (extendo horns), jun (opposite)

#paz.txt #navigation #bnha second gen

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qbism · 8 months ago

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#qbismparis #quentinnghiem #fw24 #deconstruction #blouson #patchworks #upcycling #vintageadidas #3mreflective #mesh #sherpa #Montmartre#menstylefashion #upgraded #panda #exclusive #newdrop #actfast @harveynicholshk

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firewindmill · 7 years ago

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Yo, I saw the tags for Shiro working in that bara maid cafe and I can totally see it. Keith being a lowkey stalker and dragging someone with him, maybe a girl like Pidge or Allura, so he doesn't look too obvious. 👍

Yeah, twitter had this nice thread going on where Keith doesn’t even like coffee but he’s there for Shiro and will give a bright smile even while having acid reflux, and honestly, relatable.

#patchwork panda #ask #answered #sheith #macho cafe #the things you do for love!

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celesse · 6 years ago

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Bonny Red Panda ❤

Print available here: https://www.inprnt.com/gallery/celesse/bonny-red-panda/

#cottagecore #red panda #kidlitart #patchwork #farmcore #nature #bamboo #art #illustration #animals

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omykinz · 5 years ago

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a non comprehensive post of webkinz i would die for part 2

#webkinz #kinzblr #my post #patchwork leopard #pewter panda #red velvet raccoon #signature ocelot #strawberry chiffon squirrel #sweet spring raccoon #zebra foal

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motleycraft-o-rama · 8 years ago

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Panda Pop Mini Quilt Pattern-

From Jo Carter, on Sewing Quarter.

#crafts #sewing #quilts #patchwork #pandas

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bullet-prooflove · 2 years ago

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Game Changer - Mike Duarte x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @spooky-pomegranate @julieelliewrites @telepathay @nessamc @xmoonknightlyx @jayblackpanther @crazy4chickennuggets @annetje @mysoulisasunflower @littleone65 @thesandbeneathmytoes @storiesofsvu @kabloswrld @xoxabs88xox @katluke25 @mydarkestsecretlol @bbyxoo @evee87 @adesertdaydream @the-hinky-panda @kimm4710 @wooshwastaken @justreblogginfics @hearthockey @justreblogginfics @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @multilin21 @letty-olaya @rosaliedepp @storiesofsvu @guitita @smellsliketeensspiryt @legit9thlunaticwarrior @giuls-ver @witches-unruly-heart @melaniecraig80 @elizabeththebat

It’s slow and insidious the way that Mike’s injuries infect his life. His recovery is slow, slower than he had initially thought when he’d woken up in the hospital, his flesh hacked to pieces. His mobility isn’t the same as it used to be, it makes him frustrated. He didn’t realise how many things the attack would effect, not just his physical wellbeing but his mental as well. He still has nightmares, his hypervigilance is through the roof and now he’s seeing a counsellor to help process what happened to him, because he’s not ok. He doesn’t have to tell you that.

When the doctor clears him for light duties including sex, he’s overjoyed. You’ve been vigilant, ensuring he doesn’t partake in anything that could set him back. It’s been too long since he’s touched you the way he wants to, since he’s tasted you, since he’s loved you. He goes home with a spring in his step because he cannot wait to get his hands on you. He wants youdesperate underneath him, your fingers trailing over his tattoos as he fucks you until all he can hear is the sound of his name on your lips.

When the doctor suggests sex aids, he laughs because Mike Duarte has never had an issue pleasuring his partner.

Trust me doc, that isn’t a problem, he says.

At least it isn’t until it is. The first time it happens, Mike’s back is in agon. It’s a raw vivid pain that he can taste on his tongue. He hasn’t even gotten your clothes off. Instead, he’s situated on top of you, rounding second base, clothed cock grinding against your needy cunt when the hurt hits him so bad his vision fucking tunnels. He tries to push through it, to incite more of those delicious noises, the ones he misses so fucking much. He forgets that you’re attuned to him, that you always pick up on the smallest of cues. When his muscles stiffen and his jaw clenches, you call time on it because you know he’s hurting no matter how well he tries to hide it. He ends up face down on the bed, hissing through his teeth as he waits for his painkiller to kick in. You’re gentle with him, thumb smoothing over his cheek as you tell him it’s no big deal, the two of you have plenty of time. It is a big deal, and it starts to become a problem. When he tries to go down on you, his back is in knots. He can't focus on anything, but the intense sharpness that stabs through the base spine at. He concedes defeat after a couple of minutes, and it fucking kills him. The two of you lie on the floor in the aftermath. Your fingers entwining with his as he struggles to breathe through it.

He thinks he's cracked it a couple of times, but the result is still the same. He becomes short tempered, withdrawn and frustrated. He loves you, he wants to show it and if he’s honest he craves the intimacy of the act, the sense of unity that comes with the physical connection. He pulls away from you little by little, starts to close himself off. He sees how much it hurts you, but he can’t seem to help himself. You deserve better than someone who’s as broken as he is, whose skin isn’t ruined with a patchwork of scars that transect the tattoos that decorate his flesh. Out of everything Oscar Papa has done to him, everything he has taken, this is the worst.

He thinks about breaking up with you, about setting you free but then he remembers all the shit the two of you have been through. How much time was lost when McGrath had buried you so deep you didn’t know who you were anymore, how you had been the only thing on his mind when he could feel himself bleeding out all over the tiles of that bodega. How he fought for you both of those times, how he would still do it all over again. It’s that thought that kicks him into gear.

He may be down right now but he’s a tenacious bastard, he’s going to make sure he gets back up again. You’ve both come too far for him to fuck it all up right now.

So Mike swallows his pride and he calls the doctor and he asks about the sex aids, he takes detailed notes, he studies positions that will take the pressure off his lower back. He researches the fuck out of this thing, because knowledge is power, and he’s determined to overcome this hurdle.

The next time things start to get intimate; he asks you to sit on his face. You blush and it’s the most adorable shit he has ever seen. Despite the longevity of your relationship, it’s not something you’ve done before. He’s usually the more dominant, in the past he’s had you on your back or thrust up against the wall with his face buried between your legs.

You’re hesitant at first, careful when you straddle his face but Mike’s impatient. The position is better on his back, there’s no pain and he can focus on the areas he wants to. Your fucking scent in his nose, the rich honied taste on his tongue, he wants it all. His stubble rubs across your thighs as you grip the headboard before his hands grasp your hips and pull you down onto him. It’s been far too fucking long, and he gets to work devouring you.

You lose your mind. Your whimpers, your moans, that breathless way you say his name when you’re close, all ring in his ears as he chases your ecstasy. When you come it’s loud, so fucking loud, he thinks the neighbours are going to start banging on the walls. He decides he wants to hear it again.

Christ, he can’t believe you hasn’t tried this done this before. Things were never stale between you two, but his current disability is shaking things up, forcing him to learn more ways in which to pleasure you and truthfully, he’s enjoying it. He could die a happy man between your thighs like this.

When he makes you come a second time, he’s fucking elated. Eating you out like this, tongue fucking you into oblivion, he’s in heaven right now and it inspires him to review some of the other notes on his list.

Things change after that. The two of you don’t go all the way but you don’t need to. Prior to the attack sex had always been about the act itself but now Mike finds himself becoming an expert at foreplay.

You can teach an old dog new tricks, he teases you as you lay ruined beside him, tangled up in the sheets. You’re too fucked out to answer.

Usually, it’s Mike coming to you with something new to try, instead tonight it’s you.

“Don’t be mad.” You tell him as you pull something out of a glossy black carrier bag you’ve brought into the bedroom. “I read online that it’s supposed to help if you have back problems.”

Mike lowers the book he’s reading intrigued, his glasses perched on his nose. In your hands is one of the sex aids he has been discussing with the doctor. A wedge, one with a 27-degree angle that’s supposed to be perfect for deeper thrusts and creating extra comfort for those with lower back issues. He’s read the literature; he knows this fucking thing is a game changer. That’s why he ordered one last night.

He finds himself smiling because he knows what this means. You’ve been doing your own research, putting in the time to figure out how the two of you can take the next step. He doesn’t think he can love you anymore than in this moment.

That night the two of you try it and fuck if it isn’t perfect.

There’s no pain in his back as he thrusts up into you, just the sensation of your hot wet core squeezing around his cock. It’s bliss, unadulterated ecstasy rushing through his veins like a narcotic, it chases through his synapses until he hits that point of release. Your cunt grips his dick like a velvet fist as you climax, and he feels like he’s bursting through the stratosphere when he comes so hard he sees fucking stars.

“Thank you.” he tells you in the aftermath, his fingertips combing through your hair as the two of you lay entwined.

“Trust me.” You laugh into his ear. “I should be the one thanking you.”

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