#cucumber tv series

[thedowneyheart]

Con O'Neill in Cucumber (s01e05)

[morganitering]

Because I'm the Weakest

Pairing: yandere!Satosugu x fem!reader

Warnings: Rape/non-con, Dead dove, darkfic, dissociation, trauma, rape fantasy, rape aftermath, vomiting (not during sex), unhealthy relationships, non-consensual drug usage, drugged sex, canon typical violence, sexism, implied/referenced alcohol usage/abuse

Contains: F/M/M, spitroasting, oral sex, penis in vagina sex, blow jobs, face-sitting, come play, overstimulation, voyeurism, slight size kink, humiliation/degradation, vaginal fingering, mentioned Nanami.

Word count: ~6,5k

Summary: Growing up as a female sorcerer has not been easy, especially when you are overshadowed by two prodigies. You used to form a tight-knit friend group, but now in adulthood everyone battled their own demons whether it be a god complex or feelings of inferiority. Gojo Satoru revives a group chat that was almost long forgotten, inviting you and his boyfriend for a long weekend, just like the old days. Before the regrettable night, you wouldn't have ever thought that you'd need to raise a fist against a friend.

A/N: Hey everyone, another fic but this time featuring our two favorite dudes with insanity turned to the max. This fic is once again full of warnings and proceed with caution and read the tags! Remember to take care of yourself. Otherwise enjoy and feel free to like and comment <3

read on ao3 PART II

“Booring,” Satoru complained audibly as he looked through the streaming services’ different movies and series. The little icons changed from bombshell babes to twisted faces with titles written in blood. He was sprawled over the corner of a ridiculously huge couch and he was wiggling his foot as a nervous tick of his. He wasn’t wearing his usual garb, instead he had opted for something more relaxed and comfortable.

“If you’re so bored you should help us out in the kitchen,” Suguru sighed, his black hair draping over his shoulders, still slightly wet from the shower he had taken earlier. When you had pointed out that he was leaving droplets of water everywhere where he went, Suguru had just smiled at you and told you that it’s better for hair to air dry.

He held a knife in his right hand and the other one held onto a cucumber to keep it in place. His fingers were slender but by no means unmanly. Suguru wasn’t too fixated on the vegetable in front of him, chopping away with confidence only experience would provide.

“And where would the fun be in that since I got you two as my private chefs?” Satoru pouted as he shoveled candy in his face.

“You’re going to lose your appetite, if you eat candy now,” you chimed in, poking the halloumi that kept on sizzling on the pan. The water evaporated in a mist that warmed your cheeks in the cool apartment. It wasn’t actually cold in the open plan kitchen, but you had spent long enough in front of the appliances to break a sweat.

“I’d eat it anyway,” the white haired man whined as he got up from the couch finally settling on a tv series that started playing mindlessly in the background. “So, what am I supposed to do?” He asked after grabbing a piece of pomegranate from a small see through bowl. He walked behind you both like a shark, eyeing the ingredients and you, uncomfortably close.

“Set the table and learn to bitch less,” you joked.

“You wound me,” Satoru said, feigning sadness, but did as he was told.

The three of you were residing in an apartment that Satoru had bought himself from one of the skyscrapers surrounding Tokyo. After Jujutsu High it had gotten increasingly hard for the three of you to meet as adult responsibilities weighed heavily on both of their shoulders, – especially Satoru’s, but you saw the similar pain carried in Suguru just as well.

You were not weak, but you could not compare to the two prodigies. On the days when you felt down, the pain of third wheeling constantly ate you up, sometimes so much so that you rather left the two men talking together in the group chat. It furthered the wedge between you and them, until the messages became sparse and you almost could pretend not to know them.

It had been six months since the last time you met, but one day Satoru broke the silence and a notification popped up from your shared chat. It had taken you by a surprise, you were vaguely aware that even him and Suguru had issues with fitting each other in their lives, due to individual missions and what not. So the fact that Satoru decided to deliberately send a message to you as well, got you anxiously excited. He reached out to you. You. A high school friend that barely kept in touch with him.

“Guys! I refuse to work this weekend so come to my place. Let’s have a get together like the good old times ❤️ ❤️?? A little sleepover if you will!”

“Lol what about the higher ups?” Suguru had asked, typing back way too fast.

“Actually never mind I don’t want to be made into an accomplice in your crimes,” Suguru had continued.

“Am I invited too?” You had asked, hands shaking slightly as you stared at the bright screen, already tucked into bed. It was late, but Satoru was a known night owl.

“Damn, what have I done to earn this type of reputation 😭” Satoru complained, reacting to both your and Suguru’s message. You could hear his voice as if he was there in the same room as you.

“Of course you are invited, silly. I wouldn’t send this here if you weren’t.”

So now you were there, living an almost ridiculously domestic life with the couple that you had been hanging out with ever since you were sixteen. They had not changed too much. They were still both tall and slender but years had rid them of the rest of the baby fat as they started to resemble more men than boys, vigorous fighting showing in their bodies in an ever gained muscle mass. You supposed you were the same too. Battle hardened. That’s the word you were looking for.

You were just about to sit down but you saw long limbs reaching out to the white chair pulling it backwards. You looked at Satoru with a raised eyebrow. He was acting weird.

“What? I’m a host. I’m being hospitable,” he said, voice melodic as he pressed his hand on your shoulder to pet your arm reassuringly a few times. Suguru laughed quietly as he sat down next to Satoru.

You ate and drank, buzzing with energy. It was like no time had passed and you wondered why did you ever stop talking to these two. After a drink or two you were brave enough to ask for some hot gossip. Like every high school friend, you went through old drama, like how ugly Nanami’s haircut used to be.

“Has Nanami found love yet?” You had asked. He seemed like the type to find a decent relationship first out of all of you, but to everyone’s surprise it was these two men.

“Do you still have a crush on him? I heard that he’s quite a looker nowadays” Suguru bounced a question back at you with a smile tugging on his lips. It was that one expression that looked a tad too kind.

“No, I don’t. I was just curious,” you tried to move on from the subject. You did not really discuss your relationship history with these two, at least not anymore.

“Why?” Suguru asked, leaning on the hand he had placed on the table. The atmosphere felt off, it was as if he was challenging you. You looked at Satoru who seemed to be equally as interested in your answer.

You scratched your neck awkwardly.

“I- I think he’s too soft,” you said blushing at the implication of your words. You had turned your gaze to your almost empty bowl, your mind going to improper places. As you were buried in your embarrassment, Satoru and Suguru shared a silent look with each other.

At some point during the evening you had moved to the white haired man’s bedroom. He wanted to show you the view from the window since he lived on the 30th floor. It was magnificent. The busy streets were bustling even during the night and you stared at the small lights that blinked in different colors. Your eyes followed the cars that swerved left and right as some people were gathered up in front of bars for a smoke break. You barely could make them out from the height you were in.

Satoru’s bedroom was basically the size of someone’s apartment. The bed was huge and sleek, unlike the common area. This room was a lot moodier and darker and it actually showed that he lived here, small bits and bobs decorating shelves and few paintings were hung up on the wall that you reckoned were Suguru’s taste.

Your drinks had changed from light cocktails to expensive red wine that you were almost scared to consume, but when Satoru saw hesitation in you he made a point to assure you that it’s all on him and after that almost instantaneously Suguru asked you something, leaving you no room to overthink.

The uneasiness still followed you. It was a gut feeling that you were really bad at listening to. You did not believe you were in danger – at least you’d like to think that as a jujutsu sorcerer you’d be trained to recognize threats by now. Luckily the red wine relaxed you, lulling you to the feeling of safety.

The volume of music was loud as the three of you listened to some throwback songs that still made you shamelessly want to dance. You were celebrating embarrassingly in Satoru’s room laughing, swaying your bodies along with the beat. It was as if you were in a club, except this was way more intimate. The world spinned around you, the warm lights mixed with the glimpses of the night sky and the longer outlines of your friends. You felt light, time slowing down and going overspeed at the same time as if you were alone on the highway. Your friends’ smiles stretched on their faces, eyes twinkling manically as both of the men appeared to you in double. Eventually when you tired each other out the whole group collapsed on the bed still humming happily. Satoru’s bed was plush and big enough to have room for the three of you.

You noted the way the silk felt like a warm hug underneath you, the ceiling moving like a slithering snake’s skin on savannah.

Satoru was lying on his back on the left side of you, his white hair now more tousled than before whereas Suguru was on the right leaving you in the middle of the two men.

“I think we should play a question game,” Satoru’s voice was bordering on a whisper. The music had stopped.

You stayed silent. “Satoru, I’m not feeling too good,” you managed to say. The bed was a ship and you were a passenger of the sea.

“I didn’t know you’re that lightweight,” Satoru’s hand reached out to your head to pet you, the gesture meant to lower your guards, but in your ever increasing discomfort, his touch only managed to make your skin tingle with aversion.

“Just humor us for a bit, it could be like the good old days, right?” Suguru argued, flashing a dead smile at you.

“Okay, whatever. Ask me something,” you rolled your eyes, too tired to fight them in your weird mental and physical stage.

“Hmm,” Satoru turned to his side to face you, his blue gaze piercing yours as you were still laying on your back. You had no idea when he had removed his sunglasses. You heard Suguru moving next to you as well. “What do you mean by Nanami being too soft?” The way Satoru laid down the question was impish.

The tone of the conversation had taken a full one-eighty and you opened your mouth to answer with only lies on the tip of your tongue, but then you decided against that. Those two had a very good bullshit radar.

“Do you want to hear what I think?” Satoru grinned playfully as he licked his plump lips once.

“I think Nanami would bore you out of your mind, missionary on Mondays without the lights on? Ugh, I wouldn’t want that for my worst enemy,” he said, laughter hollow full of malice. You couldn’t believe your own ears.

“I think you want it rough and behind that tough girl act, there’s an insatiable woman with some wild fantasies,” he blabbered his obscene thoughts. “Tell me, have you ever had sex with two men?” Gojo’s voice was loud and it was as if he was talking to you from a speaker that had been locked in another room. He was too close, too far away and simultaneously too here.

“What the-” you got cut off.

“Don’t curse. It’s unseemly from a woman,” Geto said calmly.

“Answer me,” Gojo demanded. During high school you would have described Gojo’s eyes as a beautiful spring day. You would have said that he reminded you of blue skies with perfectly white fluffy clouds, but now his eyes had turned to something much paler and darker. They reminded you of deep untouched snow drifts turned to blue in the moonlight as they sparkled ominously, waiting for the first little animal that dared to break the pristine condition.

“What did you do to me?” Your voice was not your own, it was weak, the accusation of your words turning dull as the red wine you had drank earlier sanded the edges away.

“Nothing permanent,” Geto said.

His admittance striked terror in you. Realization hit you, you were not safe here and you felt the familiar warmth flowing in you like a second nature. You manipulated the cursed energy, channeled it and let it flow steadily in your body guiding the power to your hands, but something in it felt unstable, it felt like a chord that was almost broken just barely connecting.

“Did you know that some drugs really affect the ability to use cursed energy? Not that it would matter in your case,” Geto explained, his voice overflowing around you, sticking to your skin like honey.

“Fuck you!” You yelled letting out a gust of wind to both sides, throwing the two men away from you. They landed nimbly to the floor, like cats, as you yourself hopped up from the bed, your vision blurred, walls moving back and forth, small figurines on the shelves changing color others dancing in front of your eye lids. Your head ached, pain banging against your skull, gnawing at the nerve endings that sent panic infused messages across your body, screaming: Stop moving!

“Oh so you want to spar? Go on then, show me what you have,” Geto purred.

It was a pathetic attempt in your current state. Your feet took you towards the door that Geto had come to protect. Hands and feet clashed together in close combat as you drew your cursed energy that was flickering unevenly in your body. Every time you got too close to escaping either Geto or Gojo kicked you further away.

The white haired bastard wasn’t even using his infinity which only added salt to your wounds. He deliberately chose to prance around you, letting you at times touch him a wild smile on his face. There was no cursed energy, no flashy techniques, just you and two overpowered men.

“Do you remember what they said in school when facing someone stronger than you?” Gojo asked, dodging your fist.

“Don’t be a hero,” Geto grabbed your arm and twisted it painfully behind you. “Contact someone better equipped to handle it,” he said and shoved you forwards with a force so great that you staggered towards Gojo’s table with the MacBook wobbling with force earning a “Hey, that’s my computer!” protest from the man himself.

The lights went out with a sound of shattering glass, leaving the three of you enveloped in the darkness, only city lights illuminating the room. Disorientated by the sudden change in environment you froze, breathing heavily as the two men practically surrounded you. Gojo appeared in front of you not a hair out of place.

“And with that, you’re dead. You really should not get distracted during training,” the white haired man shared his advice talking to you with the same tone he used on his pupils. “Truce?” He offered his hand.

You looked up. There was something sinister about the way they hovered over you. Geto’s beautiful prince-like features had turned harsh and angular, the shadows sharpening his face even more. You swallowed a bunch of bile, the effects of forcing yourself to move taking place.

“The power disparity is too big,” Geto said. He almost pitied you. You were a smart girl, you’d figure the best move soon.

You grabbed the hand bitterly. Gojo helped you up and Geto wrapped his arm around your waist when you were about to fall again.

“Careful,” he mumbled, his hand trailing underneath your shirt. His touch felt cold against your burning skin that was damp from sweat. “We wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself,” he taunted.

“Take her shirt off. I’ve waited long enough,” Gojo said impatiently, tapping his foot on the floor.

“Always so demanding,” Geto chuckled as he worked your shirt up, unclasping your bra unceremoniously, your breasts now free for the two men to ogle.

“Perfect tits,” Gojo said as he pawed at you and played with your nipples. You were completely overwhelmed and out of energy. Luckily, you did not have to stand on your own as Geto helped you to stay up his hands unzipping your jeans.

“Why me?” You squeaked your head drooping in defeat as you looked at Geto’s hand that vanished underneath your panties, your trousers still on you. Your question went unanswered.

“Satoru I think you might have been right about your theory,” You felt Geto’s smile on your neck as he referenced the earlier conversation regarding Nanami.

“Really? Is she wet?” Gojo asked curiously.

“Soaking,” Geto said as he explored your soft folds with ease. “Did fighting us make you feel better about what’s going to happen? At least you can tell your friends that you did not break easy,” Geto mumbled onto your skin pressing kisses to your neck, his hand still working on you going up and down tantalizing on your slit.

Gojo dropped to his knees pulling down the rest of your clothes. A whimper left your mouth as you shook your head powerlessly.

“Lift her leg up,” Gojo instructed. Geto slid his hand behind your right knee, lifting it up till you were wobbling on one foot as you leaned on him for support. The white haired man had his lips slightly apart as he looked in awe at the sight unfolding in front of him. His mouth was watering as Geto maneuvered his hand back to your folds, spreading them in front of Gojo’s face so that his boyfriend could take a long hard look at everything you were offering.

You saw the gears turning in Gojo’s head as his expression turned to a mischievous one. “I want her to sit on my face,” he licked his lips and made his way to the bed, throwing the shirt on the floor.

“Can you move?” Geto asked as he let go of your leg, holding onto your trembling body. He tipped your head towards him, his face looking almost worried. It reminded you of the old times, but this was not the old Suguru. This was someone new. Twisted.

He helped you to the bed, where Gojo had been waiting, completely naked, his chest heaving in anticipation. Your eyes scanned him from head to toe, stopping at his cock that had already started to curve upwards. It already looked big, bigger than anything you had ever taken.

“Like what you see baby? Cause me too,” Gojo said jokingly. “Well, come here then or do you want to fuck us dry? Because I’m fine with that,” he hurried you, the threat looming over you.

You climbed on top of him, saddling his face. Gojo’s hands immediately grabbed at your ass, pulling you towards his mouth. You could imagine the pink tip of his tongue trying out where you were the most sensitive. He was too impatient to tease you, quickly finding the bundle of nerves that was begging for his attention. He lapped at it as obscenely wet noises filled the room. Gojo sucked on your clit and you moaned loudly, throwing your head back, a sheen layer of sweat on you.

You felt him hum into your cunt as you felt the weight shift behind you on the mattress, Geto’s hand moving on Satoru’s length, pumping it roughly.

“You see, Satoru here is a bit of a munch. He is loud during the day, but put a cock in his mouth and it works wonders at silencing him. Apparently he likes the taste of pussy too,” Geto said with a devious smile on his lips. Gojo groaned animalistically into your wet heat as the black haired man felt his own hardness straining against his boxers. It took everything in his power to not to take off his clothes and fuck you till you were cock drunk and babbling incoherently, but he had too much fun playing with you.

“How does it feel like having the strongest sorcerer lapping you up like a regular man?” Geto’s voice was just a hush in your ear. “Men and women around the globe are going to be jealous when they hear that Gojo Satoru wanted to stick his dick in you,” Geto taunted you both as his hand focused on rotating around Satoru’s tip, spreading out the drops of precome around his cock. Satoru bucked his hips up involuntarily.

You came. Hard. You thrashed around Gojo’s head as the man between your legs held onto you stubbornly, licking and sucking through your orgasm. You felt something warm trickling straight to his face as the pressure in the lower half of your body exploded. Your voice was high pitched and desperate as you rode his face till you were sore, your already weak legs giving out.

Gojo pushed you off of him, gasping for air, pupils blown out in arousal. His face glistened in your juices and his saliva.

“You know what, for a man who’s shaming me for being talkative, you sure speak a lot yourself Suguru,” he pointed out. Suguru laughed, honest to god laughed, his eyes squinting contently as Satoru pulled him into a kiss.

There was something incredibly erotic watching the two men, knowing that Geto would taste the remnants of you as their lips smacked together messily. Their bodies tangled together, black hair flowing around white as Gojo buried his hand in Geto’s luscious strands. Gojo pulled his boyfriend’s face up gently exposing the bobbing Adam's apple that he kissed reverently. It was now Geto’s turn to saddle Gojo.

“I think you need to take your clothes off. Give her a little show,” Satoru said, biting into the skin on Suguru’s clavicle as his hands fumbled with the black haired man’s belt that opened with a clink.

Geto pulled his black t-shirt over his head, his taut muscles flexing. It felt like forever when Gojo caressed the man on top of him, his face in a constant grin. He took down the boxers inch by inch until Geto’s cock sprang out after being suppressed inside his clothes for too long.

“Get on fours,” Gojo ordered as you clumsily did what he told you to. He moved behind you whereas Geto took place in front of you.

“Arch your back.”

You stretched yourself, lowering your torso and propping your butt up almost as if you were offering yourself on a silver platter. Gojo’s hand came down to your ass with force making your body jerk when he dug his nails on the soft skin.

“Wow, you must fuck a lot of dudes judging by how low you can go. If I knew you were a whore, I would have bent you over earlier,” he laughed, his finger prodding on your entrance.

Geto pulled you from your hair. It wasn’t the nice kind of pain that came when one would grab them near the scalp; instead it stung like hell, when Geto yanked your head up, putting you on the perfect level of his cock.

Gojo inserted one finger simultaneously inside you and almost immediately added another. You whined as his fingers scissored you open, your lips almost touching the head of Geto.

“You know, I get to lie with this amazing man every day. Show him the same respect as I do,” Gojo said. Had you not been caught up in their fucked up power play, their love for each other would have truly warmed your heart.

Geto’s thumb stroked your cheek as if to apologize for what was about to happen. He let his hand trail down to your bottom lip, swiping across it gently.

“Open.”

Satoru pushed his hand almost knuckles deep into you, a guttural moan making its escape from your lips as he used his hand to finger fuck you. Geto used your opening mouth to his advantage to stuff his cock in you. He was huge, your jaw already hurting. His tangy taste spreaded in your mouth as he softly rocked back and forth, not wanting to choke you just yet.

You hollowed out your cheeks and focused on the tip of his cock as you used one of your hands to touch what you could not fit. Geto’s eyes were half lidded as he guided your head to a rhythm that he liked as you squirmed underneath Gojo’s touch.

Gojo removed his hand from you leaving you empty, you almost missed the sensation of him, but soon felt the man behind you poking your folds with something much bigger than his fingers. You mewled in panic when he entered you, your eyes widening in shock. God he was huge.

“Focus. Eyes up here,” Geto said, patting your cheek with an open palm. The way you looked up at him made Suguru feel close to high, your pupils widened to the size of a plate, eyes glistening in tears that you held back, still holding onto a sliver of pride. Brave girl, he thought to himself.

Gojo fucked you sloppily, squelching, slapping and your gurgling filling the room as both the men used your body to chase their own highs. You felt like you were drowning and when one withdrew the other one rammed into you without a second thought. It was hard to keep your attention on Geto when his boyfriend did everything in his power to make your task at hand challenging, when his long cock grazed upon that one spot inside you from time to time.

“I’m going to finish in your mouth,” Geto was out of breath, his grip tightened around your skull. Gojo groaned behind you with his fingers digging into your hips. You were sure that you’d have handprints tattooed on your skin by the end of this night.

Geto’s movement got erratic, his cock hitting the back of your throat making you gag around him painfully. The black haired man relished in the wet warmth your mouth provided him. He was panting as pleasure coursed through him, your despaired moans only driving him further. Hot stripes of his come coated your mouth. You wanted to spit it out, or swallow it, anything to get rid of it as your face soured in disgust.

“Keep it in your mouth,” he advised as he pulled out of you. You almost wanted to spit it on his face as an act of defiance. Geto smiled at the confrontational look on your face as if he knew what you were thinking. “Good girl,” he purred when you had decided not to go against him.

Gojo flipped you quickly around to lie on your back, your legs floating in the air awkwardly as he entered back into you swiftly. He pulled you in a feverish kiss, his soft lips slightly swollen. His tongue prodded inside your mouth, Suguru’s come spreading into his mouth as you explored each other. It felt disgusting, playing with someone’s fluids like this, but somehow it made your cunt clench around your white haired high school friend.

There was something deeply primal in the way Gojo drove into you, his head almost resting on yours as he fucked you deep and hard. You were vaguely aware of Geto’s eyes following the act in front of him, admiring the way Satoru’s muscles moved with every move, drinking up the disheveled look on you.

Satoru’s hips came to halt as he plastered his seed on your walls, making sure that he wasn’t too deep, keeping his thrusts shallow enough so he could see him leaking out of your used cunt.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, spent, the after glow warming him. “You didn’t come right?” He asked you, feeling slightly tired.

“No, but it doesn’t matter,” you rasped out your throat feeling hoarse after the abuse it had taken. Frankly you wanted to sleep as well.

“Suguru, can you help her out? I want to watch,” Gojo said as he fluffed the pillow underneath him to get into a comfortable position as if he was about to open the television and watch his favorite show.

“If you hold onto her other leg,” he said as he propped your left leg around his waist and Gojo took hold of your right one. You were helpless and unable to protect yourself when you tried to squirm away from the two devious men.

Geto’s nimble fingers gathered up Satoru’s come that was trickling down between your cheeks. He pushed it back inside you, moving his fingers slowly without a hurry in the world. It reminded you of the calm before a storm.

“You’re going to give us one more right?” Geto’s voice was reassured when he added another finger into you, thumb trailing to your sensitive clit. He knew just what to do, to get you fast back to the edge that you were teetering on earlier, already feeling overstimulated from the rough treatment you had gotten. His fingers made a come-hither movement hitting precisely your g-spot.

Gojo held onto you whispering sweet nothings to your ear, his thumb caressing your thigh. He was gentle, his touch light, eyes half lidded as he enjoyed the small whimpers coming from your mouth. He spoke to you, told you how much he had wanted you from the beginning. He spoke of how he saw that you wanted him – them. Gojo let you know how well you were doing, taking what they dished out to you, how you were brave and oh so good. He attempted to bury you in his twisted love, six feet underground, anxiety and arousal covering Geto’s fingers.

It was too overwhelming. Gojo next to you, Geto between your legs, your world still spinning around you, overstimulating touch and a coil about to snap. You wailed hollowly as you came apart on Suguru’s fingers one last time.

***

It was deep in the night, around two AM to be precise. You had shot your eyes open as the wave of nausea hit you. The two men had fallen asleep cuddling each other, limbs tangled on each other. You got up as quickly as you could, your head ache punishing you from your choices, stomach churning dangerously.

With a pitter patter from your naked feet, you carried yourself to the extravagant bathroom, barely having time to put the lights on as your nausea took over.

You doubled over the toilet seat, emptying your stomach of your earlier dinner and whatever else your friends had slipped in your drink. You held onto your hair desperately trying not to make a mess. A warm hand landed on your fist bunching up the rest of your hair gently.

“It’s okay. I’m here,” Suguru said affectionately, stroking your head. “Let it all out. You’re going to feel better soon.”

The acidic taste filled your mouth once again as if it was reacting to Suguru’s company. Your body forced you to throw up stomach fluids after having nothing else in it.

The way he took care of you brought up memories of the times you had taken one too many drinks, after your partner of that time had broken up with you. You remembered the way he had held you crying, snot and tears covering his shirt as you broke down.

The sound of water pouring into a glass echoed on the walls and you heard the rattle of an ice drawer disturbing the silence.

“You should drink this,” Satoru showed up leaning on the door frame, offering the glass to you. You hesitated.

“It’s just water.” He said and took a sip as if it would prove you anything. “See?”

You grabbed it from his hand, when you decided that you didn’t care anymore, downing the entire glass in almost one swing. The cold scraped your tender throat punishingly. You should have drank more slowly.

Waking up after the night had turned to day, the windows no longer covered by the blinds. You did not remember a lot of the act, except vomiting, but that came afterwards. The city was already moving fast, a new day offering new opportunities and new exciting journeys.

You felt physically a lot better, still weird, but you no longer felt like collapsing to the ground nor did you see things twice. It was almost like you had a hangover. You looked around Gojo’s room rolling on the bed that was empty feeling relieved of having space.

There were still signs of yesterday's fighting, but random shards had been taken care of and the lightbulb changed into a working one. You had your own pajamas on you, not having the slightest idea when and how you got into your clothes. Feeling nervous you got out of the bedroom walking to the toilet to empty your bladder. As you wiped, you felt around your crotch, searching for the remainder of different body fluids. You had cleaned yourself up. Or someone had.

You washed your hands, scrubbing them together with fervor, pumping out a heap of soap on your palm.

You repeated it once.

Twice.

Until your skin was scrubbed dry.

You looked at yourself in the mirror just to see familiar features, but not anyone you could recognize. You opened the overnight bag that you had left on the side of the sink to brush your teeth and spit out the foaming toothpaste. A smell of dough frying on the pan wafted to your nose as you heard commotion from the kitchen.

You took steps to the living room to find Suguru in front of the stove flipping pancakes as Satoru was hunched over a pile of strawberries nibbling on them happily. Upbeat rock played in the background as the two men joked around and chatted. You stared at them, something seething in you.

“Good morning! We’re making brunch,” Suguru exclaimed as he flipped a pancake over “Do you want coffee or tea?”

Nails bit into your skin as you clenched your fists together hard, your knuckles turning to white as anger turned on like a switch. You wanted to rage, go absolutely berserker, throw things at them, scream how dare you over and over. Some part of you also wanted to forget the night, pretend that it’s a nightmare, sit down with them to eat some fucking brunch.

“What if I tell someone,” it wasn’t really a question that you wanted them to answer.

“And what would you achieve with that?” Gojo retorted, popping a ridiculously big strawberry in his mouth, leaving the green stem outside as he bit down, the trash floating to the table.

Suguru placed the now ready pancake onto the white plate. He grabbed the black ladle to pour more mixture on the warm pan, before he started speaking calm but collected. It was this matter of fact tone that he used as if he was disappointed in your stupidity since he was always speaking the truth. The audacity of men or something like that.

“You know first hand how some clans look down on women, not believing that women should be sorcerers in the first place. So how do you think these powerful people are going to react to you saying that two of the strongest sorcerers assaulted you?” He mused, the conversation reminding you of ethics class where people discussed your human rights as a starter dish, completely disregarding that they were talking about real lives.

You knew how those types of people would react. They would see it only as normal, a woman’s place as a breeding machine, your sorcerer blood and womb more precious than your soul. They would argue that you were lucky or maybe that you had asked for it. Besides, it wasn’t exactly atypical of people in your line of work going insane, the trail of dead comrades keeping one up for countless nights. And who better to take anger out on than the people who are perceived as less.

“Even if they did believe you, it wouldn’t change our life at all. They need our skills and well, his money,” Suguru continued as Satoru grabbed three coffee cups and placed them on the kitchen island. As if, you were staying. “It would change yours though.”

That’s when realization hit you. They were the type of evil that were completely aware of their sins. They knew exactly what was right and wrong, but they simply did not care, the world as their oyster.

“You’re insane,” a tear rolled down your eye, your body trembling like a leaf.

“Not denying that one,” Satoru quipped, not taking anything serious like usual.

“If you want to, you can leave. You are free to run your mouth however you want, block our numbers, whatever makes you sleep better. Or you can eat some pancakes as friends and have powerful allies for the rest of your life,” Geto said. “I’ll ask again, coffee or tea?”

You bit your lip as the conflicted emotions flashed through your face. You despised that you viewed them still as your friends as much as your enemies. It was weird to love someone who had hurt you in one of the most violating ways possible.

“Coffee,” you mumbled as you sat down on the bar stool hanging your hands on your sides as Suguru poured the dark liquid on the blue cup.

“We got you Plan B too,” Satoru said, throwing the cardboard box into your hands. “You should take it. I’m not ready to be a father,” he added.

You fumbled the package open, popping out the small pill on your hand. You didn’t know how they knew that you weren’t on birth control nor did you really care. You placed the tablet on your tongue taking generous gulps of water as the couple continued on cooking.

Music played as the sun shone brighter, lighting up the whole kitchen, furniture basking up in the natural glow. You ate in peace, mainly Satoru and Suguru talking together but every once in a while you added something in the conversation. You fell quickly back to the old habits, maybe at times chuckling at their stupid jokes.

You pushed away the night. You tucked it in a corner of your mind that you did not dare to look at for many weeks to come. You were just three old high school buddies catching up, nothing more. The flashbacks you saw were not yours and the long weekend continued on as a happy sleep over.

[icarusredwings]

What things smell like according to Logan Howlett/ The Wolverine. A series of smell based headcanons. Do with these whatever you want :)

People:

Ororo: burnt marshmellows, rain, chunky chocolate chip cookies, protien shakes, spansih rice, chillies, and cocoa butter. She always smells great.

Scott: cucumber shampoo, the remaints of a bonfire the next day, fresh dry cleaning, axe shower gel, lavender sheets

Jean: caramel latte, lavender sheets, vanilla spiced chai, books, mint ice cream, fruit smoothies, stinky hair product, lemon poppy seed muffins, sassafras

Hank: Books, sanatizer, various chemicals, a very specifc fur dander, kinda musky but in a 'im covered in fur and sweaty' kind of way.

Rouge: "Dolly Parton", brick and concrete dust, cherry blossoms body spray, freshly engraved wood, strawberries and milk conditioner, spicy gaucamole and freshly sizzled sausages.

Gambit: tv static, a fresh deck of cards at the casino, spicy jumbo, gin, lime jello, hair gel, "suprisingly good actually"

Kurt: brimstone, smoke from franckinsense, myrrh, a less smelling dander then hank, Holy chrism oil (olive oil and Balsam made by catholic priests), metal, and blue raspberry. Fur/ beard pomade sometimes for special ocassions.

Morph: even when changed he can smell is sandlewood shampoo, he smells like how "Jack Outta smell", latex, pine and cedar, clear nail polish, "that ugly quilt that your grandma kept on the back of her couch that was the warmest, softest thing you've ever slept with."

Charles: Old man fart, metal, chalk, shoe polish, nutmeg, wool, "a trusting hug", books, mahogany, expensive champagne.

Laura: "teen spirit", a shitty cheap "girl power" deodorant that doesn't do well hiding the sweat, apples and peaches, kinda woodsy.

Wade: Cancer, gun smoke, citrus dish soap, blood, oranges, taco sauce, infected skin once in awhile, red dye 40, slight over cooked and crispy apple pie, sugary cereal

Puppins: wet dog, dog dander, oatmeal senstive skin puppy shampoo, chicken, "the dirtest trash she can find to roll in on her walk"

Althea: Old lady, way too strong perfumes, butter biscuits, tea, peppermint candies, more cocaine, "baby powder", lanvender linens, cotton and daisy's Landry detergent.

Feelings/emotions:

Big/serious lies: smell like Gasoline and salty sand near the sea.

Small fibs/playful/ teasing lies: smell like Anise

Lies with decent intentions/are bent truths: smell like honey

Those two are easily mixed up.

Innocent (the person truly believes it. Ex. A child saying dinos are real) truth: smells like thick vanilla creamer.

Filling, whole truths (the person knows for a fact its a truth) smells: like fresh baked rolls/buns

Cancer smells vary like: urine, nail polish remover, some people have a pungent semi sweet smell like rotting fruit, and tar is another smell, depending on which part of the body. If already in late stages, one can smell like cadavers. Even spicy almost.

Pregnant people vary in scent but he can smell the rise of different hormones: Some hormones sweeter then other. If you asked him he would say cinnamon or dying roses. If you're later in your term the scents are more soft like lotion or custard. Lemon ussually.

Serotonin; cheese, lemon cakes, fruity, a bit light, and flakey like a pastry. Marshmellow fluff.

Dopamine; sweet fresh coffee, doritos(?), cocaine. Don't ask why he knows what cocaine smells like. He was alive during coke cocaine.

Endorphins; Sweaty Sex, mint, dark chocolate, violets, chemicals, varies by persons pheromones

Oxytocin; "playful cherries", freshly washed cotton pillows, the warmth of a bath, skin on skin hugs, strawberries

Joy/relaxation/relief: Jasmine, vanilla sugar cookies, fresh soup.

Anger/disapproval/hurt: smoke, the back end of a cigarette, spicy curry, iron, blood, "spoiled raw chicken left out too long"

Fear/excitment/anxiousness: Adrenaline smells like oil, paint, salty pretzels almost.

Tears: Oceans, lillies, fresh water lakes

[johannestevans]

does lowkey irk me when ppl are like "oh it's so great to see media that doesn't treat gay men as obsessed with sex and w their lives revolving around sex"

ok but i'm one of those gay men. what's wrong with media about gay men like me? what makes us so unthinkable as protags?

like esp bc there's not much positive media that does explore diff varieties of queer sluttiness and esp not for diff ages and demographics - i love fire island, i obviously like cucumber too, but a lot of the time gay sluttiness is on the side or is lowkey implied as villainous

like not being funny it's just that there's 10 million movies and tv series about straight men who are trying to fuck and sexually disappoint as many women as possible, and i won't rest until there's just as many works depicting queer men fucking and sucking other men

i demand a boring sci-fi action movie starring chiselled white man number 9 except that he keeps exchanging handies with another blandly "attractive" man in his dramatic flashbacks instead of having sex with a woman

(they do handjobs and frottage bc the astronaut service wouldn't let him do anal and then in the third act of the movie he gets ass-blasted and all-the-way-throughed by a tentacled alien twice his size and he comes so hard the credits roll and it will make 10 billion dollars)

[jarofstyles]

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Y/N was certain that she was going to kill someone. 

This was why she normally had Harry go to the shops by himself. Her non pregnant self could barely deal with a Saturday crowd. Pregnant Y/N? She was homicidal. 

People didn’t know how to walk. How to say ‘pardon me’. How to talk at a normal volume. Her eye was twitching as her hands tightened on the stopping trolly, taking a deep inhale as she watched Harry place a bag of cucumber into the basket. “Think that should be good in the Veg.”   He chirped, looking at the list on his phone. She could see the little bubbles being filled in and going down each time he checked off an item. Thankfully he still had a functioning mind because hers was feeling like TV static as she tried to keep herself calm.

Her belly had begun to show a bit more and she was extremely protective of her little bump. Hand rested on it, she self soothed by rubbing over it, her stretchy cotton tee shirt dress moving with her hand. She’d chosen the green because Harry specifically liked her in that color, but she was more than aware of how she had begun to stress sweat and he would more than likely be exposed to the stains it would leave behind. 

“Hey..” His hand on her shoulder startled her, making her jump. When had he even approached her? “You okay, love?” His hand shoved the phone into his pocket, instead gently tilting her head up towards him. The look of true concern made her soften her tense shoulders a tad, sighing as she nodded. This newer side to him, having to admit that she was his and he was hers, that they were an actual item, was still somewhat new. It was a weird mix of things that still was hard to understand. On one hand, it spooked her when he was openly affectionate like this, but the bigger side felt like it was natural. Settling into a place it always should have been, perhaps this aspect being the piece she felt somewhat missing in their friendship prior to this. 

Harry wasn’t just her best friend anymore. He was her lover. The fucking father of her child! They were going to be around each other forever. 

“Yeah.” She said tiredly, letting her face fall into his hand. “I’m a bit overwhelmed, honestly. Knew I needed to get out of the house but I forgot what a madhouse the store turns into on weekends.” A weak smile was pulled to the corner of her lips as his brows furrowed at her answer. Yes, it had been her idea to go. She had been holing up inside of the home and she needed to get some more fresh air and stimulation, but the grocery store was proving to be a bit much. 

Pregnancy was a lot more strenuous than she had imagined and she knew it wouldn’t be a walk in the park. Mentally it had been taxing, worrying about her abilities to be a mother and also cultivating and nourishing this new relationship with Harry, she had been anxious for a while despite it all. She was hopeful, anyways, because there was no one else she would ever dream of having a baby with. 

With all that was going on, Harry had been a saving grace. A shoulder to lean on and a confidant, now that the layers had been shed and she knew that her feelings for him were not at all one sided. He seemed to thrive, actually, by feeling needed. It was something that had initially shocked her because he used to run away or pull back in the face of commitment, but he was already talking about what they’d make a tradition for their baby's birthday, how they were going to do the holidays, if they’d request their families to come together or split their times… It was incredible but also a bit weird to see. He had slid into the role like he had been born for it. 

He’d even suggested they attend birthing classes together. Picked up more parenting books than she had. Gave her the prenatal vitamins and changed all the coffee in the house to decaf, much to her dismay. He was excited and happy and it felt bad that at times she felt a bit like a grinch. To which he would remind her that she was the one growing a little baby inside of her and had her body changing. That it was his job to do the other preparations because she needed to focus on keeping herself and the baby healthy. He was infuriatingly understanding.  

“M’sorry. I forgot a bit, I kind of space out in my own head.” He mumbled. “Do you want to leave? I can come back later and get some of the stuff.” See? How was he being so good? 

“No, no. That’s ridiculous, we’re halfway through the list. I’m just adjusting, I think. Hyperaware.” She laughed. “Just need to get through it. We’re getting lunch after so I can unwind there. The Bluebird Cafe still okay with you?” She asked, letting his hand fall back to her arm. 

“Anything that’s good with you. Y’know I’m not picky, babe.” He chuckled. “They’ve got the good sandwich and salad combinations. I’m not on the cleanse anymore.” She had forgotten about that. A juice cleanse was a little ridiculous to her but apparently he said it helped his gut. To her that meant his bowel movements must be incredibly unpleasant. “Let’s power through the other half of the shopping, I’ll stop home and run it up, and then we can go fill your hunger. All good.”

“Okay.” It wasn’t much to argue, instead letting him pull her in for a quick hug and a press of his lips on her head. She really didn’t know what she would do without him.

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“So.” Harry’s hands folded against one another. Their food order had been taken and Y/N was sat comfortably in the booth across from Harry, her feet tangled with his. He’d ordered for her, being all too aware of what she had been prattling on about in the car, along with a smoothie he just simply knew that she liked. It was little things like that that caught her off guard. How much had he always been paying attention to that she didn’t even realize? 

“Yes?” She asked, amused as she ran her hand absentmindedly over the growing swell of her stomach. The habit was human nature and Harry expressed jealousy sometimes that he couldn’t always be stroking over their growing baby, but he wanted to remain somewhat normal. He was already so fastidious about everything else, something neither of them had anticipated in this whole journey, so he didn’t want to smother Y/N with his eagerness. 

“How are we….” He leaned on the table on his elbows, hands clasped. “How do we tell the parents?” It was a loaded question considering they really did need to tell them, sooner rather than later. Neither knew Harry and Y/N were even together, let alone that he was fathering a rapidly growing child inside of Y/N’s tummy. They’d kept it quiet for Y/N’s sake and superstition, wanting to make sure she made it into a safer part of the growth to tell people. It had been Y/N’s idea to have a child, even if she had been a bit impulsive, but she was trying to keep this intimate piece just to themselves for as long as they could. What had started as something off the cuff had become even more important to her than she had anticipated- and that was saying a lot.

“I mean, they’re going to be thrilled.” Harry started again, seeing the little wrinkle between her brows that always formed when she thought too hard. “They’ve been rooting for us to get together since we met. I know the baby part is going to kind of… throw things off, but I know they’re going to be overjoyed to learn that we’re havin’ our little Sprout.” The fondness could be seen physically on his features, like he was floating when he spoke about them. Their little baby, the sprout he was keeping track of every week on an app on his phone. He had quite a few downloaded, actually, but one in particular had been purchased with the premium membership. 

‘Might be useful after Sprout, too.’ He had simply shrugged when she asked why he bothered paying for the lifetime membership. It still set the butterflies in her stomach on flight whenever she thought of that little instance. 

Her bashful smile was his response, brushing imaginary lint off her dress before daring to meet his eyes. Harry had been more confident about this whole thing even though she had been the one to say she wanted it, and it had been like they sort of switched places. His confidence was starting to be a bit infectious. 

“I think we should tell them together.” She finally conceded. “I have no idea how, really. We can check pinterest or just tell them? I know it's the first grandchild for both of them so I want it to be special but I don’t want to overdo it. You know?” Y/N knew Harry would get exactly what she meant. “We can do ultrasound pictures in gift bags, or the tee shirts that say grandma on them? I’ve never done it before.” She peeped, flushing to herself. No shit, this was their first child. This would all be a learning curve for everyone involved. 

“No, no. I understand, pretty.” He reached out to grab her fingers that had been fiddling with the edge of the paper napkin, ripping it up slightly. A nervous habit. Instead he spread her fingers out and curled his around hers, running his index finger down the middle of her palm. “I think the ultrasound frame would be the best option. A keepsake that they’ll both like. Maybe we can have them over for a spring dinner, do it then?” The calming touch had it’s intended effect, Harry’s sharp eyes watching as her shoulders relaxed slightly and she nodded at the idea. “Perfect. I don’t mind keeping it to just us for a bit but, you know how gossipy people are. They’re gonna start talking about us going to the appointments and shopping. Don’t want to get everything online.” Harry had been a big advocate for them going out to have the full experience. He wanted to help her choose a crib, a playpen, a baby monitor- all after scouring the safety ratings and reviews, obviously- He wanted to be the one who put together the crib, the one who helped build the nursery. He’d expressed how involved he wanted to be not only in the baby’s day to day, but her pregnancy. How could she say no? How could she not lean all the way into it when she saw just how incredibly happy it made him? 

“I know. Everyone is nosy.” Her nose wrinkled in distaste. “It’s okay, though. I just want to make sure random people don’t come up and feel my stomach. Maybe get me a sign that says ‘ask before touching’ to put on me.” Her joke made him chuckle but it was a real concern of hers. Y/N liked to keep her physical touch to a minimal with strangers. Harry wouldn’t stand for her being uncomfortable. “It’s different around family, like if we go to family stuff, but a lot of strangers just go up to people and touch and it’s weird.” A fake shudder exaggerated her disgust. 

“Yeah, m’not sure why that’s a thing, my love. I’ll work something out.” Knowing him, he may very well get her a sign to stick on her tummy, but she would see. “We’ve got the telling our parents squared away, so I suppose my next question is when would you like to go shopping?” The eagerness for that was not well hidden, if he was even trying to hide it. Y/N doubted it. 

“Probably soon after we tell them? We can start looking online. You’ve already got the baby locks taken care of.” Her eyes rolled in her head, making him pout. That was still something that he took seriously! He’d seen too many horror stories. “When Sprout, y’know, Blooms, we are going to be overwhelmed and probably busy. I don’t want there to be an accident and we just forget to babyproof something because we have other stuff going on.” He paused, bringing her hand to his face to kiss the knuckles. “I want this to be as stress free for you as possible. Just want you to focus on growing our baby, taking care of yourself. So m’gonna try and take care of stuff in the background so there's no worry, or sudden panic for you.” 

Harry truly managed to blow her mind every day. Little things like this, his pure thoughtfulness made her a bit speechless. How she’d managed to snag the best baby daddy of all time, she didn’t know, but it would be something she was always thankful for. There wasn’t enough time to thank him for it, their food approaching as she was trying to find the words, but she was quick to squeeze his hand back and snug their legs up a bit more as she brought the straw of her smoothie to her mouth. 

Life had somehow stuck her with the best person to grow with. 

[storiesbyjes2g]

Gauntlet thrown

babiesnownetwork The series premiere of The Pulse aired last night on sim.TV. It's an all new talk show hosted by Orange Bailey-Moon who, until now, has been out of the spotlight. The network put a lot into hyping up this show and getting everyone talking about him, but unfortunately, his debut was greatly overshadowed by excitement over his first guest, Nick Wilkinson, who is not a fan of this network. In the interview, he said, "you'll know when you know," regarding when the couple will have children. Will that stop us from gathering evidence? Absolutely not! We'll be seeing you, sir!

delperro Don't be salty, BNN. I've been asking them for years to give my poor children a playmate or two. I've just come to terms with them being teenagers by the time Melany has her first baby. 😭

blue-eyed-diva It was a good interview. Nick is an affable guy. I think him and his wife are co-dependent though. The amount of time they spend together is unhealthy.

nissanissa YOU GOT ONE MORE TIME!! KEEP ON!

noreallyimkaren I watched that show! It was so enjoyable. This actor is getting really popular I see.

rubberbandshan he kept mentioning being the only child but what about cousins?? i feel so single when he's on the screen...but i love seeing him on my screen...in a completely respectful way!!

sweetsexy He's so dreamy. I'm still on cloud 53 after he recognized me on national TV. 😍

nissanissa HE DON'T KNOW YOU!! The only thing he recognized was how desperate and ignorant you are!!

klassy Nick is such a cool cucumber. I don't want to be another person rushing them, but I too can't wait to see their babies. 🤭 #sorrynotsorry @themelanyp

🤦🏾‍♀️

[xn3city]

And finally: the one I've been waiting for, the young man whose face leapt into my mind's eye when I read @romanceyourdemons's wonderful idea about SVSSS as an American nineties TV series and led me to draw all this, your blorbo and mine: Winter Mississippi, and the useless fake silver crucifix his adoptive mother gave him.

And yes, his cutie mark is an inverted cross. He's a demon!

Notes on the supporting cast:

Pablo Escobar was still kicking around in the early nineties, and I knew I wanted the Heavenly Demons to be narcos, in conflict with the USA armed force cultivators. Huan Hua Palace's shady vibe works especially well with the CIA.

"Old Palace Master" is actually a great spy handler codename, but I was not about to give a black character a boss called "Master." I mean, you could do it in a fic. I can think of three authors just off the top of my head who I would trust to sensitively explore the hideous resonance that would give to the way Su Xiyan was abused and exploited by the OPM. But I'm not a good writer with a lot of prose to work with, I'm just a mid artist with one panel and most of it is taken up by a horny joke. I just said no.

My favorite joke in this whole thing is that the Heavenly Demons are named Jesus and Lover-of-God.

Tried to capture that devoted gege-spitting wet cat dynamic between YQY and the Original Goods.

Shen Yuan pre-novel is such a cipher. I understand that the general consensus is that he died at about around 20, but…that's not the impression I got when I read SVSSS, actually. I get it now, but when he says something about not having gotten laid for twenty years: to be honest, I read that, and assumed he was, you know, 35 minimum, and having the mother of all dry spells.

And I think it makes the story better. A twenty year old wasting his time in his mom's basement reading crap webnovels and yelling on the forums: that's just a kid having a less than maximally productive gap year! He might well have had a stellar career of his own in real life eventually! It's not super surprising that he blossomed on Qing Jing Peak! But a thirty-five year old incel NEET angrily posting in that basement….that's a man who has had something go wrong in his life. I'm not saying you can't turn it around at thirty-five, you absolutely can, but I tell you: it's harder. Something is wrong, mentally or physically or both, and in a way that leaves a mark. Fifteen years are gone. Opportunites have passed that will not return. For that guy to be handed the responsibility of Shen Qingqiu's life, and do such a goddamn virtuoso job of turning it around: that is some bestselling-loveseat-level portrayal of how a different context could pull radically different capabilities out of a person. That makes SVSSS just as much about how the PIDW!world transformed Shen Yuan, and for the better, as it is about how Shen Yuan transformed Luo Binghe and his world. And that's a better story.

It does make the relationship age gap more disturbing - but if you weren't here for disturbing relationships, what are you doing reading SVSSS?

The cell phones are of course terribly anachronistic, but here's the thing - there is no equivalent, and there's no story without it. There is no Peerless Cucumber yelling at the frustrated PIDW author for hacking out the 6000th boring papapa scene, without creators being financially dependent on direct contact and support from their fans in a way that just didn't exist in the nineties. I remember how novel and exciting it was that J. Michael Straczynski hung out on rec.arts.sf.tv.babylon5; he absolutely did not have to. Eventually I decided that The Demon Heart of Winter Mississippi was, somehow, a nineties TV show about the 2010s, and everyone could have their phones. You know Minnie Liu is writing RPF on hers.

In case any of these weren't clear:

Demon Heart = Xin Mo Winter Mississippi = Luo Binghe (from @romanceyourdemons) "Don" Teófilo Lanza = Tianlang-Jun Chucho Lanza = Zhuzhi-Lang Sue Sheehan = Su Xiyan Codename: OPM = Old Palace Master Saul Czerniak = Shang Qinghua Wally Shen = Shen Yuan/Shen Qingqiu Julius Shen = Shen Jiu/Shen Qingqiu Adam Montague = Yue Qingyuan Helmut von Nordwüste = Mobei-Jun (from @romanceyourdemons) Shelley Howe = Sha Hualing Minnie Liu = Liu Mingyan Max Liu = Liu Qingge Néné Young = Ning Yingying Michael Ventola = Ming Fan

Fun game: guess whose likenesses I used for reference for all these characters!

[whitestopper]

Bisexual media

Note: This should not be taken as a declaration of quality or my personal likings - I haven’t fully (or even at all) consumed the media below. Not all of the shows focus on a bi protagonist but all do have at least one bi main character; a summary of main initial plot is provided. I will edit this post with updates intermittently.

TV Series

The Bisexual (2018) - Leila explores her attraction to men after identifying as a lesbian alongside her girlfriend and friends for the past decade, while her new roommate tries to get a grip on his relationship with a younger woman.

Black Mirror’s San Junipero - Yorkie meets Kelly in the strange setting of San Junipero. What’s the deal with this place, and what can make them stay?

Bob and Rose - Bob is gay. Rose has a boyfriend. Can I make it any more obvious? (I can - they find that they’re attracted to each other and deal with the implications and expectations of that.)

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend - Rebecca pursues her ex-boyfriend in the hopes of finding happiness. With a drastic move to West Covina, will she learn what happy feels like?

Cucumber - Henry’s life is upturned in one evening, then another, and then some more, while boyfriend Lance and new acquaintance Freddie come to terms with the present and the past.

Everything Now - Newly out of recovery from anorexia, Y11 student Mia is determined to complete her bucket list and be seen as normal.

Feel Good - Mae and Charlotte navigate a relationship challenged by Mae's drug addiction and Charlotte's new sexual discovery.

High Fidelity - Young record store owner Rob revisits her past relationships in order to sort out her singledom.

Kieta Hatsukoi - Aoki lies about having feelings for classmate Ida to protect the feelings of his crush Hashimoto. But misunderstandings and revelations cause a hullabaloo.

Torchwood - this Doctor Who spin-off features a collection of characters solving alien crimes.

Movies

Appropriate Behaviour - Brooklyn dweller Shirin deals with her ex-girlfriend, family expectations, job struggles and more.

City of Lost Souls - a German musical exploring the experiences of LGBT people, black people, Jewish people and immigrants in post-WW2 Berlin.

Disobedience - Ronit returns to her old Orthodox Jewish community after her father passes away, having been shunned for not adhering to cultural expectations.

Shiva Baby - While at a Jewish funeral service with her family and community, college student Danielle navigates an awkward situation with her sugar daddy and her ex-girlfriend.

Books (Admittedly, I do not read nearly enough so in addition to my own suggestions, I'd like to recommend @the-bi-library!)

Fiction

You Could Be So Pretty (Holly Bourne) - In a world not too unlike our own, where girls and women can be Pretties or Objectionables, what will schoolgirls Belle and Joni make of their lives under the Doctrine after an incident brings them together?

Your Driver Is Waiting (Priya Guns) - Damani, a RideShare driver, falls hard for a white upper-class girl, but she's been grieving her father, caring for her mother and dealing with the ever-growing tension from protesters across the city. When Jolene acts with massive consequences, what will Damani be pushed to do for herself and her community?

Non-fiction

In The Dream House (Carmen Maria Machado) - Machado goes through her volatile relationship with The Woman From The Dreamhouse, intercut with musings on pop culture and history.

Strong Female Character (Fern Brady) - famous in British comedy circles, this autobiography follows Brady's life growing up in Scotland as an autistic woman.

You're Embarrassing Yourself (Desiree Akhavan) - from the Creator of The Bisexual and Appropriate Behaviour, this autobiography covers Akhavan's life as a bisexual Iranian immigrant.

Bisexuality research/history/essays

Bi Any Other Name: Bisexual People Speak Out

Bi: Notes for a Bisexual Revolution

Bi: The Hidden Culture, History and Science of Bisexuality

The Bi-ble Volumes 1 and 2

Claiming the B in LGBT - Illuminating the Bisexual Narrative

Go the Way Your Blood Beats - On Truth, Bisexuality and Desire

A History of Bisexuality

Purple Prose - Bisexuality in Britain

Music (This is for songs which are outright bisexual, not just songs inspired by bi experiences or by bi artists. Also, no Sweater Weather.)

Alicia Champion - Bi

Ana Carolina - Homens e Mulheres

Ani DiFranco- In or Out

Anne Marie - Perfect to Me

Bali Bandits - Girls & Boys

Book Of Love - Pretty Boys and Pretty Girls

Cariño - Bisexual

Christina Aguilera - Not Myself Tonight

Delli Boe - Bisexual Problems, Bisexual Problems 2

Demi Lovato - The Kind Of Lover I Am

Domo Wilson - Becoming Myself, Bi Pride, Bisexual Anthem

Halsey - Alanis' Interlude, Bad At Love

HOUSE OF SAY - Boys Girls

Jão - Meninos e Meninas

Jesse - Girls & Boys

Jessie Paege, Lucy & La Mer - Not a Phase

King Kitty - Bisexual

Megan Thee Stallion - Captain Hook

MIKA - Billy Brown, Blame It On The Girls

Miley Cyrus - Midnight Sky, She's Not Him

Missy Higgins - Scar

Mitski - Cop Car

Peaches - I U She

Peter Allen - Bi-Coastal

Poppy - Girls In Bikinis

Torrey Mercer - Boys / Girls

Ysa Ferrer - To bi or not to bi

[thedowneyheart]

Con O'Neill in Cucumber (s01e07)

[casuallyimagining]

Anything for You

unnamed member x reader with chronic pain

Part of the Hold Me Together series

Summary: Chronic stomach pain is a bitch, and he feels terrible that you have to deal with it. But he'll do anything to help you feel better. Genre: fluff, caretaking, established relationship Word Count: 652 Notes: thank you to @daesukiii for the banner

He can tell by the sound of the door shutting that it’s been a rough day. The light groan that escapes your lips as you toe off your shoes helps to clue him in on exactly what’s wrong. And as you pass through the kitchen, arm held over your stomach protectively, he knows. Gently, he kisses the side of your head as you make your way past and watches as you disappear down the hall and into the bedroom, presumably to change into something more comfortable.

It takes only the briefest of minutes to put dinner into containers and stash them away in the fridge. The noodles are always better on the second day, anyway, and the pork will be easy enough to re-heat on the grill. He glances back the hall, checking to see if you’ve emerged from the bedroom yet, but when he sees that you haven’t, he sets to work filling up the kettle and pulling ingredients out of the fridge. 

Normally, dakjuk is a multi-hour process of making chicken stock and properly preparing rice. But a few months back, his mother had told him a few special secrets, and now, he’s got a quick and dirty porridge recipe on lock. 

The pan on the stove is boiling and he’s washing the dishes when you finally return to the kitchen.

“What’s wrong, jagi?” he coos, drying his hands quickly before beckoning you toward him.

You comply, your movements careful and pained. When he pulls you in for a hug, you melt against him, arms immediately wrapping around his waist. “I ate lunch,” you grumble, words muffled by how deeply you have managed to burrow into his shoulder. “Tomatoes,” you say, answering a question he hadn’t even asked yet.

He hums and rubs your back. Tomatoes again. Maybe the acid is affecting you? It had been cucumbers last week, so maybe… 

Maybe it should go on the list for your doctor.

The kettle whistles, and he pulls away to turn off the burner. You pour your own water, opening the packet of instant ginger tea with your teeth. You lean against the counter, slowly stirring your tea as you watch him check the porridge. Steam rises from the pot when he takes the lid off and stirs the rice and chicken. He breathes deeply–it smells amazing, like chicken and spices and vegetables. He only hopes that it doesn’t make you feel worse.

He dishes out two bowls of dakjuk, one a little more full than the other, and allows you to lead the way into the living room. You get comfortable, a pillow in your lap and your legs draped across his own. He turns on the tv, pulling up the series you’d been binging and plays the next episode. You lean heavily against the back cushion of the couch.

You eat so slowly that he’s pretty sure that your dakjuk is cold when you finally lean over to sit the bowl on the coffee table beside his. Normally, he’d say something about you not finishing even the small portion he’d given you. But you look exhausted and it’s clear that you feel like shit, so he simply opens his arm up and welcomes you in when you practically fall into his side.

He can’t always be here for you like this, when your stomach hurts and you just need someone to be there and lend a sympathetic ear and baby you a little. He wishes he could, but life gets in the way sometimes. So he does what he can when he can, and he’s got your next appointment with the GI doctor marked on his calendar so he can take off. Chronic illness like this is exhausting, and he’s seen you get discouraged and not advocate for yourself when you need to.

He’ll gladly take that on for you, when he can.

He’ll gladly do anything for you.

Check out the rest of the Hold Me Together series

[westeroswisdom]

Still catching up on HotD reading. It may take a couple of months to fully catch up. 😵‍💫

This article was written after S02E04.

But as the “Dance Of Dragons”—a.k.a. the war of succession among dueling factions of House Targaryen—wages on, there is at least one bright spot delighting fans amidst all the battle and bloodshed: Ser Gwayne Hightower, played by dashing English actor Freddie Fox. Oh, sure, Gwayne—brother of Queen Alicent (Olivia Cooke)—is a total prick, though it’s his privileged smarminess that makes him so fun to hate. And credit where credit’s due to Fox for already making the character (who was newly introduced this season) a memorable one among this sprawling ensemble.

Some HotD viewers may not be aware of Freddie's career prior to his role as Ser Gwayne.

Hailing from London and the famed Fox dynasty—a family of acclaimed British thespians—his first major breakthrough performance was as the androgynous pop star Marilyn in the 2010 Boy George biopic Worried About The Boy. (Yes, he looks fabulous in a blonde wig and red lips.) In an early theater role, he played Oscar Wilde’s lover in the play Judas Kiss. And, in 2014, he starred in both the (fantastic) ensemble dramedy Pride as a gay rights activist and the prep school thriller The Riot Club which is incredibly homoerotic. But Fox’s most notable queer role is undoubtedly the “bisexual nympho” Freddie Baxter, who appeared in Queer As Folk creator Russell T Davies’ 2015 series Cucumber and its sister anthology series Banana, envisioned as “spiritual sequels” to QAF that depicted 21st century modern LGBTQ+ life. The character Freddie Baxter is an absolute riot—who happens to look fantastic in a pair of white briefs—and it seems the internet is rediscovering Fox’s unforgettable turn in the series in light of his recent House Of The Dragon arc: [ ... ] In any event, we’re thrilled that the rest of the world is jumping on the Freddie Fox bandwagon—that face card never declines—who was just announced as an addition to the season 2 cast of Netflix‘s The Sandman, playing trickster god Loki (brilliant casting).

Less relevant bonus track: Thanks to algorithms, here is Freddie participating in the ice bucket challenge a few years ago. 🥶🪣

[migraineatfriday-blog]

hi, my dear future online friend!

i'm new but not new to tumblr

i used it a probably 7-9 years ago, and now I want to start broadcasting fragments of my life and my head here again

english isn't my first language so sorry for any kinds of mistakes🕊

im open to new online friends and mutuals, feel free to message me 💌

about me:

🕯lana

🕯22 yrs

🕯 bi

🕯she/her

🕯 currently studying at university (pedagogy)

🪴shows: supernatural, american horror story, the boys, desperate housewives, scrubs, euphoria, chernobyl, dark, stranger things, black mirror, 911

🪴movies: blade runner 2049, fight club, dorian gray, the 10th kingdom, sleepy hollow, 00s romcoms, addams family, the gentlemen, don't be a menace to south central while drinking your juice in the hood, very scary movie (1 and 2)

🪴cartoons: coraline, old disney cartoons like mickey mouse series or alice in wonderland, shrek (all chapters), tim burton works, love death robots, over the garden wall, transformers prime

🪴anime: lain experiments, death note, nana, totoro

🫖music taste: gay pop, rock, post punk, techno, 00's music, indie, alternative, hip-hop, rnb, blues, pop punk, punk rock

🫖favorite artists rn: charli xcx, ayesha erotica, aphex twin, tv girl, memo boy, tame impala, fall out boy, type o negative, darci, nickelback

💒i love true crime, drag shows, film and mobile photography, freedom of speech, history, psychology, vaping, tiktok memes, pinterest, pink color, using emojis, gay ships, rings and other jewelry, beads, transparent clothes, bright and pastel colors for everything, cereals, cucumbers, gossiping

i'm very open for new people and their world vision and interests, my friends say that i'm very empathic, fun and easy to talk to

second blog @biocoffin

looking for 18+ people

not looking for romantic relationship at all

[leseigneurdufeu]

I really appreciate the way you romanticise your life

Well we have to don't we?

Other pro-tips: grab a shawl, pull it around you and imagine the wind blowing through your hair as your waiting for you're loved one's return on a cliff.

Sort through fake jewellery you won at a lottery as a middle schooler or whatever, and imagine which of your OCs would wear it and what the backstory of how they found such jewellery (particularly if the OC is too poor to afford it or isn't the kind to have such things in their room/pocket/person)

Learn a short and easy piece of piano and go play it in public if there's a common piano not far from your house (there's one in my city's train station, I went to play the God Save the Queen once because there's nothing better than to play a tune that is opposed to current politics, even if there are no consequences to it. be a rebel!).

Don't make a cup of tea. Make a teapot. The movement of putting the tea from the pot into the cup is something so ancestral. Same with resting your laundry basket on your hip bone.

Invite a friend to grab a bite at your house and do small british sandwiches (egg/mayo, or cucumber sandwiches, i've got a recipe for those if you're interested) or another easy-to-make-yet-kinda-long-to-prepare recipe you're not used to eating nor cooking.

Throw your mandatory readings back to the pile and read a short novel or a play you've been wanting to read for a while. It will take you somewhere else and won't delay your reading schedule too much anyway.

Lie to someone that you can't help them do this thing you don't want to do (on short notice or at all or both) because you're already engaged somewhere else. Cocooning time and be a superb conman.

Every time you take the remote to zap on TV imagine you've got a friend on the phone who just told you "have you seen the news?" and you're expecting the next channel to be the one with the news from your ennemy's failure or something.

Go to the park and walk through the trees. Take the most difficult path through the bushes and imagine you're a ranger looking for their prey or a fugitive trying to escape the law.

If your handbag is the kind that passes over one shoulder and rests on the other hip, you're now a skilled healer accompagnying a party. Take care that your herbs don't spill. You might also be carrying some kind of priceless artefact the bad guys can't put a hand on.

Carry a cool notebook and a pen everywhere. You're a chronicler for a 1920's newspaper, or maybe the Black Prince's biograph accompagnying him in his battles, or maybe a police officer in a british series about to ask the suspects of the mansion murder if they saw something, or maybe you're a botanist looking for new and wonderous plants in the faelands.

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

Terrifying Trypophobia

(Dieter x horror loving female)

Words: 491

Summary: Dieter finds out you have a phobia. This is all based on my personal experience

Warnings: mentions of trypophobia and what can trigger it, don’t worry, will not include pictures only including happy pictures in the banner so look at them if you need to!

Check out masterlist here

Dieter had discovered the one phobia you had, and it was while you were both watching a kids film. He wanted to watch the new BFG film and see if it held up to the 1989 animated one. He thought it wasn’t as charming and delved more into the unnecessary silly but that was beside the point. You were cuddled up next to him enjoying it when suddenly you freaked out and buried yourself in his chest.

“Uh, honey cakes, are you okay there?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, “Can you just tell me when the scary cucumber is gone?”

“You mean the snozzcumber?” You mumbled an affirmative. “It’s gone now,” and Dieter paused the TV and moved you so you could face him. “What was that?”

You sighed, “So I have this thing called trypophobia.”

“What-a-phobia?”

“Trypophobia. It means having a fear of holes,” you saw the sly look on Dieter’s face and knew what joke he was about to say, “No, not that. It’s to do with a series of holes, it’s hard to explain.”

Dieter reached for his phone, “I’ll look it up.”

“No!” you threw yourself onto his arm like a soldier would on a grenade, “If you do, you’ll get the picture and the picture is horrible, oh it’s horrible!” You were now waving your arms around in reaction to thinking about it but managed to calm down enough. “Some people can’t do beehives. The suit in The Invisible Man triggered a lot of people but I was fine with it. However, if the beehive was in someone’s skin, I’d…” and that set you off again, this time hitting your wrists together nervously.

“That sounds gross.”

“It is. There’s this frog that gives birth through its holes in its skin and…” you were waving your arms around wildly now, “Oh no, I’m thinking about it.”

“Damn, I’ve never seen you like this before.”

“Well, I usually avoid it when I can.” You were now hitting your legs and moaning like you were in pain hoping to help hold off the rising panic.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“I need a distraction.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know…pass me my phone.” He passed it to you, and you swiped it open. “I need my happy picture.”

“Your happy picture?”

“It helps me not think about gross things.” You must have clearly found it because you were staring at the screen and calmed down, slumping against Dieter. He peered over at what you were looking at: it was a picture Dieter took when he one time cheekily stole your phone and took a few selfies, this one of him kissing the screen.

“That’s your happy picture?” You happily hummed in response. “You do know I’m right here, don’t you?”

You slowly looked up at him and the realisation hit you as you slowly opened your mouth like the sloth did in Zootopia.

“Oh, I didn’t think of that.”

Films referenced: The BFG (1989 & 2016), The Invisible Man (2020), Zootopia (2016)

Lovingly tagging @boliv-jenta @simpingcowboy @ellenmunn @o-sacra-virgo-laudes-tibi @brilliantopposite187 @chaithetics @myloveistoolittle

[karcia89-blog]

Thanks @rosieblogstuff for taghing me

difficult questions, I had to gather myself 🤣

Three? as many as three? I have no idea 🙈

last movie: I rather watch TV series... I can't remember 🙈

last song: everything that's playing in the background on the radio or TV

I'm currently reading: a biology textbook 🤣

Currently I eat: groats with sauce and pickled cucumber

Currently I want: a great story with Jacek in the main role 🤩

@erinsworld @loves-2-read @ariminiria @impossiblepluto @lailuhhh @ilkkawhat

[encountersltd]

THE DEFINITIVE ENCOUNTERS LTD BLORBO LIST

aka if you make content of these characters i owe you everything and would love to see it (within reason, no nsfw-- that's not what i want to see and for some of these characters it's just plain illegal)

with that...

Abstracty (ONE)

Accessories Shopkeeper (Neopets (NC Mall))

Adventure Tim (Adventure Time kaboom! Comics)

Agent Princess (Adventure Time kaboom! Comics)

Agitha (The Legend Of Zelda: Twilight Princess)

Almond (Cucumber Quest)

The Amoeba Boys (The Powerpuff Girls)

Argenta (Pokémon)

Astro Man (Mega Man 8)

Austin (The Backyardigans)

Bacon (Cucumber Quest)

Balrog (Cave Story)

Barinade (Legend Of Zelda: Ocarina Of Time)

Barnaby B. Beagle (Welcome Home)

Baroness Von Bon Bon (Cuphead)

Bashmaster (Donkey Kong Country: Tropical Freeze)

Queen Bea (Super Secret Secret Squirrel)

Beanish (Beanworld)

Big Dog (2 Stupid Dogs)

Blipbug (Pokemon)

Blizzaurus (Super Princess Peach)

Block Man (Mega Man 11)

Test Subject Blue (Nitrome)

Bob the Ball (Within a Deep Forest & Knytt Underground)

Boomer (The Powerpuff Girls)

Mr. Bump (The Mr. Men Show)

Bunny (The Powerpuff Girls)

Buttercup (The Powerpuff Girls)

Buzz Buzz (Earthbound)

Cabby (Inanimate Insanity)

Candi / Kazami (Splatoon)

Caterpillar (Pocoyo)

Charlie The Unicorn (Charlie The Unicorn)

Circi (Drawn To Life)

Citrus Twisty (OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes)

Clover (Inanimate Insanity)

ColorMan.exe (Mega Man Battle Network)

Cosmo (Sonic X)

Cucumber (Cucumber Quest)

Daffy Duck (Looney Tunes)

Princess Daisy (Super Mario Bros. series)

Daizy (Wow! Wow! Wubbzy!)

Little Miss Daredevil (The Mr. Men Show)

The Darwinians (Darwinia)

Dee (PBS Kids Bumpers)

Ditto (Nitrome)

Dizzy (Bob The Builder)

Lord Dominator (Wander Over Yonder)

Dora (Dora the Explorer)

Dr. Hipster (MooseBox)

18-Volt (Warioware)

Err (Aqua Teen Hunger Force)

F (Alphabet Lore)

Subject 005 (Kidutus)

Foxtail (OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes)

Frank Frankly (Welcome Home)

The Fruit Witches (Adventure Time)

Papa G (Kid Cosmic)

Professor Garbanzo (Beanworld)

Glitchmaster (Cucumber Quest)

H (Those Dancing Letter GIFs)

Hammer (Protagonist Object Show)

Haru (A Year Of Springs)

Headdy (Dynamite Headdy)

Herbert P. Bear (Club Penguin)

Iciclia (Atomic Betty)

Impy (Impy And Wormer)

Isa (Dora the Explorer)

Jenny (My Life As A Teenage Robot)

Jo (Kid Cosmic)

Jonny 2x4 (Ed, Edd, 'n Eddy)

Jojora (Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga)

Julie Joyful (Welcome Home)

Kaeru (Kero Blaster)

Kay K (DoubleDuck (Italian Disney Comics))

Kelly (Star Vs. The Forces Of Evil)

Kenny (My Life As A Teenage Robot)

Lampy (Protagonist Object Show)

Lasermaster (Cucumber Quest (even though they only appear in a non canon guest comic i love them a lot. wish they were real))

Liam (Kidutus)

Little Dog (2 Stupid Dogs)

Lullaby Princess (Adventure Time: Secret of the Nameless Kingdom)

Lurerre the Abysroid (Mega Man ZX)

Maggie Pesky (The Buzz On Maggie)

Heavy Magician (Sonic Mania)

Magolor (Kirby)

Mathman (Square One TV)

Maurecia (Wayside)

Meat Boy (Super Meat Boy)

Meap (Phineas And Ferb)

Meep (Kid Cosmic)

Megamind (Megamind)

Melodytchi (Tamagotchi)

Melon Bread (Gunstar Heroes)

Metro Card (Protagonist Object Show)

Micro Puffs (The Powerpuff Girls (DC Comics))

Milla Vodello (Psychonauts)

Mimi (Super Paper Mario)

Mina (Jelly Jamm)

Misery (Cave Story)

Misty (My Life As A Teenage Robot)

Misty (Pokémon)

Mole (The Modifyers)

Mutemaster (Cucumber Quest)

Myron (Wayside)

President Nanao (Kero Blaster)

Little Miss Naughty (The Mr. Men Show)

Newton (LittleBigPlanet 3)

Nightmare Princess (Adventure Time: Secret of the Nameless Kingdom)

9-Volt (Warioware)

Lady Ohdette (Kidutus)

Orion (My Life As A Teenage Robot)

Pablo (The Backyardigans)

Pandora (Mega Man ZX)

Pato (Pocoyo)

Peridot (Cucumber Quest)

Pheromosa (Pokémon)

Phoney Bone (Bone)

Plague Knight (Shovel Knight)

Plank (Ed, Edd, 'n Eddy)

Colonel Pluck (Donkey Kong Country Returns)

Poison Ivy (Batman)

Popple (Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga)

Printer (titletext[])

Prometheus (Mega Man ZX)

Quack (Peep And The Big Wide World)

The Queen (Jelly Jamm)

Rachel Bighead (Rocko's Modern Life)

Rachel Wilson (The Amazing World Of Gumball)

Ristar (Ristar The Shooting Star)

Robotboy (Robotboy)

ROM The Spaceknight (ROM: Spaceknight)

Roselia (Pokémon)

Rosemaster (Cucumber Quest)

Rubber Band (Paper Mario: The Origami King)

Salad Fingers (Salad Fingers)

Sandy Cheeks (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Saranoia (Yin Yang Yo!)

Science Cat (Adventure Time)

Shannon (OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes)

Shed Resident A/V Robot (ItemLabel / Nemo's Factory)

Siren (Stretch Panic)

Skrawl (ChalkZone)

Slumber Princess (Adventure Time: Secret of the Nameless Kingdom)

Small (Big And Small (i don't know much about his source material beyond the house game but he is an absolute angel so on the list he goes))

Snap (ChalkZone)

Sparkster (Rocket Knight Adventures)

Specter Knight (Shovel Knight)

Spectra (Danny Phantom)

Splaat (Klasky Csupo)

SpongeBob SquarePants (SpongeBob SquarePants (he just had to go here))

SpongeBob's Tongue (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Squilliam Fancyson (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Squirps (Super Paper Mario)

Squish (My Life As A Teenage Robot)

Starlow (Mario & Luigi)

Sue (Hanna-Barbera Pac-Man)

Professor Sunshine (OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes)

Susie (Kirby)

Swiper the Fox (Dora the Explorer)

Sword Shark [R.I.P.] (Adventure Time)

Taylor (ONE)

Tennis Ball (Tennis Ball on His Day Off)

Terrormisu (Wario: Master Of Disguise)

Terry (That Food Chain episode of Adventure Time)

Texty (ONE)

Tico (Dora the Explorer)

Tinker Knight (Shovel Knight)

Togepi (Pokémon)

Tony (ONE)

Tool Star (Dora the Explorer)

Tortilla (titletext[])

Trix Rabbit (Trix Ads)

Twink (Paper Mario 64)

Unelma Varzai (Kidutus)

Uniqua (The Backyardigans)

Veri (Kidutus)

Victoria Von Bathysphere (LittleBigPlanet 2)

CommanderVideo (BIT.TRIP)

Waluigi (Super Mario Bros. series)

Wander (Wander Over Yonder)

Wario (Super Mario Bros. series)

Whippy Creamy (ONE)

Woggle (Protagonist Object Show)

Wormer (Impy And Wormer)

Wubbzy (Wow! Wow! Wubbzy!)

Agent Xero (The Modifyers)

Queen Xhan (Kid Cosmic)

Mr. Yuk (Safety PSA)

Zazz (Sonic Lost World)

Zeena (Sonic Lost World)

Zoe (Monster Prom)

Zoogina (Zoog Disney)