#he wasnt surprised over the thing just that he chose to come out in a documentary

[frostiislushii]

"Merry Christmas, Dolly"

Ghost x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Content Warnings: Implied smut, rough sex, hand bondage.

A/N: I dont write much, but here it goes, i guess. There also isnt much dialogue because Im more action based with my writing. My apologies, guys.

Ghost was coming home from deployment soon. It was Christmas, and y/n chose the best present to possibly reward him with for making it back. Herself. She, with a considerable amount of struggle, managed to wrap herself with ribbon (nude, mind you) and put herself under the tree. The only thing that even alluded ro Ghost's surprise was a message she set him reading "Merry Christmas, big guy. Hope you enjoy the gift under the tree". With that, it was a waiting game.

Ghost would come through the front door, his hands ever so slightly jittery given the anticipation for whatever was awaiting him under the tree. He took his balaclava and mask off, resting them on a hatrack. He would call out to y/n, his voice tired yet gruff. "Hey Dolly, Im home." This was dollowed with a gleeful reply fron y/n, telling him to come into the livingroom, where the tree was set up. He would follow as told, walking in. His jaw rested slightly agape for a moment, his eyes wide.

There was his darling, his dolly, y/n, next to the tree. She was rested comfortably, tired and wrapped in ribbon. The ribbons were loose, giving Ghost the slightest peek of what was hidden underneath. It brough him visible excitement, his bulge becoming visible through his pants. He would walk over to her slowly, a low whistle leaving his lips. He let out a soft groan, his cock feeling constricted by his pants as he observed every inch of y/n's wrapped figure. "My my..You've outdone yourself, Dolly. All of this work, all for me to enjoy." His voice was a low rumble, seduction and lust clear in his tone.

Y/N looked so good all wrapped up like that. Ghost would move closer to her before suddenly pulling her up, throwing her over his shoulder as he started to walk off to the bedroom. This warrented a surprised gasp from y/n, as she didnt quite expect or anticipate his actions. She didnt onject, though. How could she when her man was this needy? She merely let out a chuckle, her voice sweet like honeydew to Ghost's ears. Ghost would make it to the bedroom, carrying y/n over to the bed before tossing her onto it. Y/N let out a surprised gasp, her eyes widened. Though she carried a mischeivous smirk. This was going to be fun.

Ghost would climb on top of her, hardly giving her time to react or get a word in as he kissed her passionately and roughly. As he kissed her, his hands were working diligently and desperately to get the ribbons off of y/n so he could have full access to her body. He would get them off of her, using them to tie her wrists together. He would rub his clothed bulge over her clit, something that wouldve been uncomfortable for her if it wasnt for how wet she was. "You havent the faintest clue how long I've been waiting to pound your tight little cunt, Dolly." He grumbled before pulling his crotch from hers, undoing his pants and pulling his boxers down to put his hard, girthy cock on full display. He was a big boy, ready to take his prize that he so desperately wanted. He would rub the tip of his cock against her cunt, watching as she squirmed. He had a cocky smirk on his face watching her reactions. "Simon please fuck me already.." Y/N would whine. She moved her hips up in an attempt to make him slide in, but he backed up, clicking his tongue. "Now now, Dolly..What'd we say about patience?" He purred.

This caused y/n to pout, but that was quickly forgotten as he started rubbing her clit in circled with his thumb, inserting two fingers into her cunt. She would moan softly, her pleasure evident. "So excited, even for just my fingers." He teased, pumping his fingers in and out in a smoothe rhythm. He kept going until she was close, her wall tightening around his fingers. Thats when he'd stop. He kept this up, taking pleasure in the fact that y/n, his dolly, couldnt do anything about this besides watch and beg for him to fuck her stupid. After a while, he obliged.

Ghost would line his hard, throbbing cock up with her cunt, sparing no time as he rammed balls deep into her tight cunt. He would let out a groan of pleasure, staying deep inside for a moment as he watched y/n desperately move her hips, wanting more from him. She was a whimpering, begging mess for him already, and they barely begun. He'd chuckle as he'd start thrusting, his pace slow and sweet at first, letting her feel every inch inside of her. He loved listening to the sweet sounds she made for him. She was moaning his name as he picked up the pace, the sounds merely encouraging him, pushing him to go harder. Soon enough, he was pounding her tight cunt, the wetness providing the lubrication he needed to slide in and out with ease.

These two kept their passionate love making going for three rounds, a mix of y/n's cum and Ghost's cum leaking out of her cunt and onto her thighs at this point. They kept going until they were both tired and exhaused. With one last thrust, Ghost released his last load into her sore, pulsing cunt. She milked him dry of everything he had, and he certaibly wasnt opposing that fact. The two of them would lay down in the bed side by side, Ghost whispering sweet words of praise and love into her ear. His dark eyes would lock onto hers, a content smile on his face.

"I loved my present..Merry Christmas, Dolly."

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A/N: Thats it, Im done. Im done. My hand went numb from typing this. Byebye

[a-v-j]

Love is a crazy feeling

Averse and Nyxy

Content warning:

emotion rollercoaster(comedy to fluff to angst, whichever comes first), swearing, kidnapping, yandere fever, suggestive, minor injuries, jealousy, emotional conflict, nyxy confessing his heart out, averse dodging the situation and denying the feelings, 4th wall break, crying, playful banter to deep emotional conversation, resurfacing past, averse tries to laughs it off and stir the whole situation to a more comedic scenario but failed, typos, not really a polish fic so the format can be a bit wonky, drunk author

Written by @nyxus-nyx and me

Averse=Italic

Nyxy=Bold

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Previously(warning suggestive)

Nyxy watches from afar as Averse flirts with yet another Asker. Nyxy’s temper was almost through the roof and his patience is almost running thin. His claw began to clench together and his jaw salivates. He stood there. Growing more and more pissed off.

Averse steps off screen after another flirting session with an asker, it was fun and he sure do love the attention.

"Averse, you son of a gun, ya did it again. that was really clever, hehe"

He praised himself, as he walk in an upbeat manner. It wont be for a few hours till another ask pops out and demands his attention. For now, he'll let akills take the spotlight, seems like some askers are a bit desperate to get boned by that stoic killer, lucky bastard.

He walks by, humming to himself, not minding where he was going or whom he'll bump into...

Nyxy stares down as Averse bumps into him, their eyes were no longer mitchmatch but now both black and red eyelights. His jaw was clenched and his teeth grits.

“Averse…”

Averse hissed a swear as he bounced back from bumping into Nyxy. Took him a few seconds to realize who was infront of him.

"Ah...hey..."

"You good, pal? You looked like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed" He jested

Nyxy grabs Averse by his wrists and lifts him over his shoulder and holds a tight grip as he walks. He slowly grew and shifted into a larger Halfbreed ish form. He wasnt quite beast but halfway there. He ripped open a portal and appears in his room.

Averse was more focused into complaining how that hurt his wrist and that they couldve made a safe word first before going rough on his poor fractured bones that he didn't realize he and nyxy teleported somewhere else.

He eventually took notice, his eyelight looked around the familiar surrounding

"Uh...nyxy..?"

Nyxy closes the portal and throws Averse on the torn bed. As they lock their door and the window. He turned back at Averse and growled, their arms crossed and their not shown tail wacks at the papers on the ground. Their body twitched and was filled with anger.

“Why.”

Averse stared at Nyxy, his face creased in confusion. He can feel the deadly anger that nyxy was giving off, something's wrong and he think he knows just what.

He tried to get up from his back and sat up.

"Why what?????" He questioned, without any humour this time

”Why.. them..”

Nyxy walks over and pins Averse down, their claws piercing his bones and slowly cracking them. His mouth began to salivate black goo as his tail wraps around Averses legs holding him still.

"arghk-"

The sudden sensation of pain surprised averse, he tried to maintain eye contact with Nyxy, he's clearly not in his right mind.

"W-what..? Ya mean...the thing...with the askers...?"

He grunted between words, feeling pointy claws making its way slowly to the core of his bones, bright red magic starts to leak out of the pierced areas.

"There's nothing to it! J-just some playful banter..."

"It matters to you...that much...?"

Nyxy slowly eased his grip hearing Averse was playing around with them but it still made him pissed. He snarls and glares.

“No shit sherlock. The fuck.”

His grip returned and he grew more upset and jealous of the askers. He wanted to be the attention Averse wanted. He will always be the attention he needs. But NO. He chose those stupid pathetic pieces of—

“Trash.”

Averse winced as weight was put on his arms, it's an annoying type of discomfort. Sensing some jealousy vibe off Nyxy he halts and eventually chuckled to himself

"Is nyxy wyxy jealous daddy averse don't give him much attention?" He teasingly cooed

Nyxy glared more and threatened his grip and tightens it. His eyes narrowimg.

“Dont tease me.. im not in the mood..”

He lifts Averse as Nyxy climbs onto the bed and places Averse on his lap. His arms wrap arounds averses body locking his arms and traps Averses under his.

"omhf-"

"Ooh...tight.."

"Hehehe" Averse chuckled as he sat there helplessly. he'd be giving nyxy a very chummy set of pats on his arms for being silly and hopefully they'll both laugh it off but he's in a rather hands-tied situation.

The shorter skeleton don't mind the possessiveness and quite indifferent with the whole situation but the pressure around his small form is kind of therapeutic in it's own way

"Hehe, im sorry."

"Look, im all yours, see?" He faked conceding in defeat

Nyxys arms tighten and loweres his head into Averses shoulder and nuzzles into it. His tail now swaying.

“Your not honest..”

Nyxy red eyelights now stare at Averse as he continues to nuzzle into his shoulder.

Averse sighed admittedly as that is partially true and leaned a bit back as far as he's allowed to against nyxy. The back of his head resting against the others chest.

"It's like you already know me so well"

”Your soul gives you away when you lie.. such a soft sound it gives..”

His one claw circles Averses ribs as the other held him close.

“So quite yet loud and intoxicating to hear..”

Averse let out a shaky breath after he suddenly felt a soft prick on his rib, slowly circling on a certain soft spot.

"Didnt know you were a soul whisperer"

He replied trying to calm himself down, not giving in to the sensation that makes him wanna squeak and squirm

Nyxy begins to grin as his claws start to trace that certain spot. Liking how his soul buzzed in his ears.

“Oh.?”

He tilts his head.

“Looks like your strugglin there.. buddy.”

His tail flicks in excitment, but his jealousy and anger still linger.

“How cute and weak you get..”

A low growl came from the back of averse's "throat" as he tries his damn best to not let it sketch on his face. He now wore a scowl with his usual forced smile as a blush starts to color itself on his cheeks. Well, that's a first...

He best kept his head low, hidden in his hoodie.

"..not...funny.."

He slightly strained, shoulders tensing up.

Nyxy traces the tips of his claws in circles over it. His other hand slowly removing from around him to let his tail wrap around Averes arms and not the wrists.

”How adorable.. struggling..”

His eyes glew into a bright pink crimson and slowly started ro shift into hearts.

Averse puffed a heavy quick exhale and he lifted his head up. Slowly smiling devilishly as he quickly bit his "lip" to stifle some unwanted noises.

He tried to twist his upper body to look directly to Nyxy, he barely succeeded in doing so. Thru half lidded eyes, he looks eye to eye with Nyxy, face having a full on flush, he practically moaned.

'what are you doing to me?"

Nyxy smirked as he leaned down, his faces inches away.

“Punishing you of course!.. although i could do worse..”

His claw presses his nails into the spot and traces smal hearts. His heart eyelights staring into Averses one red light. Their free hand tracing his jaw.

"...mmmhm....."

Averse's eyelight quaver a bit as he intimately feel the surface of his rib scrape away, forming small heart shapes, under the other's claws. His head moves away to the other direction where nyxy's other claw is, as if not wanting to be pricked as it traced along. The longer their claw drags on, the more goosebumps it gives Averse

”Hm.. do you not like it..? I could just stop.”

He pulled his claws away his head tilting to the side as the smirk wilted. (Here comes his incredible acting skill.)

Averse laughs a bit bitterly, appearing to not care but secretly his insides sank and whimper at the lost of that contact.

He finished off the last bit of his laugh and sighed, moving his head downwards, the atmosphere almost suddenly change vibe.

"What are we?"

"bro...are we, like, flirting or is it still a bro thing?"

He dryly chucked, he knows the answer to that but he still want to hear what Nyxy think, even with the fever going on. No matter how out of character it felt to asked that question is. Averse wants to hear the other say it

”Flirting.”

He shrugged as he now just cuddles him.

“I may have a fever.. doesnt change my honest feelings..”

He sighs listening to Averses soul.

At that point, averse is no longer certain of things. It spiked intrigue in him but still a good portion of his rational thinking believes this is all fake and just being played out. But somewhere deep down, he's secretly wishes it was true.

He tries to shrug his thoughts off, whether real or not, this feels nice. More than nice actually, it feels...something..

He's hoping that whatever his SOUL is whispering to Nyxy, it say something true that he himself isnt even sure of.

Hearing Nyxy say that, it was good enough assurance of the situation he's comfortable to accept. Even a little. But he must still be wary... cautious. He can still taste the bitterness of the last time he was in this kind of situation and it kinda conflicts with his own claim that he'll never fall for this trick again but goddammit it feel like hes falling for the same trap all over again. He doesn't feel like he's playing around anymore.

Fear started to stir itself inside him, fear that his long dead heart is starting to beat for this idiot. He wishes to stiffen in the others embrace but couldnt help but just...MELT and soften into the warm arms he had long ago have craved and thought he no longer desired

Nyxy felt his body melt and he nuzzles into Averses skull, his eyes turning to normal.

“Im speakin the truth.. i only speak truth to you..”

He listens to the others soul, it made his temper slowly go out. He liked this. Missed the touch and affection of another. He missed how his heart and soul beated so fast for someone..

As Averse remained leaned back into Nyxy's arms, he slowly closed his eyes. He was quick to open them as he felt a bubble of tear form on the corner of his sockets, he blinks hoping the other wont notice. He sighed nostalgically thru his nasal cavity.

"What...what do you hear from my soul? Or feel or see... however you do it...what is it telling you now...?"

He murmured, wanting to know something his own soul isnt telling him

"Does it tells you...pain? Bitterness?

...

"Love"...?"

He said that last word with a bit of venom

He leans down and places his hand over Averses ribcage. “Its buzzing.. its like.. a mix of emotions..”

He nuzzles into his shoulder, he pokes at the others cheek bone.

“Do you wanna feel mine?”

Colors flood Averse cheek at the proposal. A part of him is really eager and he just wanna nod vigorously, yes, he very much wants to but he doesn't want to seem too eager.

"I-..."

A part of him is afraid to see what he'll find.

What if this is another this?

What if it's another that?

Emotions blinding him more had made it harder for him to stick to the reality of how things really were. He's bordering losing sense of said reality.

His breathing started to pick up pace but thankfully he managed to control it before it gets out of hand.

(It's just a simple binary yes or no question, auto, no need to make it complicated...)

He mentally scolded himself

With that, he put up his facade and replied with fake disgust and a indignant gasp, playfully shoving Nyxy

"lewd!"

Nyxy tilts his head with a soft smile.

“But i dont mind. It only beats for you. If you want, i could rip out my heart as well.” He half jokes as he cups Averses cheek bones to look up at Nyxy. His claw thumbs slowly rubbing the others bone cheeks. “The color red is beautiful on you.”

Averse tried his best not to press against the hand on his cheeks. Fuck his words are getting into him, damn emotions

He even go more flushed

"I hate the color red"

He pouts

Nyxy chuckles and rolls his eyes.

“Aw, so you hate my hair?”

He sighs with a soft laigh and lets one of his claws retract to Averses hand and places the others hand on his chest.

His heart was beating fast.

Averse chuckled

Perhaps the drinkuness of his creator rubbed off on him

Thank god for auto_vorrect sometimes

'of course not. I'd love to bury my face into it" he said without hesitation

Nyxy tilts his head and smiled.

“You alright? Am i making you uncomfortable?”

He slowly pulls Averses hand away from his chest.

"heh, takes a lot more to get me uncomfortable"

Averse said as he leaned back, trying to relax. He kinda want his hand back in the other's chest tho but he decides against it.  He felt like he's inches away from touching something pure and holy(the other's soul not the tiddies) but his hands are filthy and not worthy

"M'just...having 2nd hand hangover. I hadn't even had a drink yet"

Averse rolled his eyes and briefly glared at the screen, and totally not trying to move the conversation away from his previous overly-eager admission to want to affectionately nuzzle his nose and face against nyxy's soft, fluffy locks

Nyxy bear hugs Averse and shrugs.

“Okay, if you say so.. and no drinking. Bad for you.”

He lays his head on The others and lets out soft purrs, humming along Averses and his own soul.

“Hm..”

"haha, im totally doing the opposite. B'sides, i dont technically have a liver to destroy so i could definitely drink anyone under the table"

Averse smirked as that will be the next thing he's gonna do definitely. But right now, snuggle time between...bros...?

No homo

"Hmm"

He hummed along

"Ya feeling better? No more upset jealous boyfriend vibe on you?"

”im fine now.. and boyfriend vibes.?”

He chuckles as he sways a lil, his heart began to beat faster. His soul bounced.

”hm.. i feel giddy.”

Averse can practically hear the others heart beat, it's not like how a soul would beat like he's used to, it's got a nice rhythm to it he can listen to all day.

Perhaps the fever's also rubbing off on him. Hopefully not to the point of him having it again but he feels like he's resonating to the same vibe nyxy is having in the moment. He's just feeling all good and happy in the other's company

"Youre really good at breaking my aromantic orientation right now"

He's just gonna rule it out as an effect of the fever.

Now that his arms are free(?), he's able to give those friendly pats on the arms around him, he chuckled along.

Nyxy sighs softly and slowly releases his body and grasp from Averse.

“Im sorry for.. sorta kidnapping you. You can go if you want.”

His body slowly grew to its normal size and he messes with his hair mumbling as he stares anywhere but Averse. The fever was no longer present.. yet he still felt the same..

Averse remained, stuffing his hand into the pockets of his hood.

"Hm, nah, it's comfy here and don't worry bout the kidnapping, i didnt had anything else to do anyway"

He replied doing that content auto-face.

"Unless ya want me to go?"

”n-no! Of course not!- i mean- uhm-“

He groans in embarrassment and hides his face.

“God the fever gave me more confidence..”

He pulls at his hair in anxiousness and smile meakly at Averse. He gives Averse space thinking he made Averse uncomfortable.

“I fucked up didnt I..?”

Averse went on to casually flop down on the bed after space was provided. He sorta made a pouty face that he's no longer against Nyxy but cant help but playfully smirk at the other's growing anxious flusteredness, not in a mocking way but in a way he thinks it's cute.

"Youre adorable when you do that, hehe!"

He points towards Nyxy from where he is laid, still wearing his content auto-face, then went to put his hand back into his pocket. He's aware that things are awkward for the other now the fever is gone

”haha.. t-thanks..”

He slowly turns red as he slowly pull his hands away from his face, he inhales and exhales deeply.

“W-what i said..”

He coughs a lil rubbing the back of his neck.

“W-was true..”

His face turns fully red.

At that moment, averse is not really sure how to respond, which is not like him, he's always sure how to reply back.

He knows, he knows so damn well what Nyxy is telling is true. Inside, he's feeling conflicted. Sure, he does enjoys the others company, he does have fun flirting and bantering with him. He knows what's hes doing, now the door of opportunity revealed itself to averse, he's not so sure what to do anymore. He's not so sure of himself anymore.

"Im an asshole"

He sighed, disappointedly at himself as he gets up, best to keep some things to himself.

He doesn't want to do thing he planned to do anymore, when all of this started. Not to this precious man

He scoots closer to Nyxy, took the other's hands and enclosed it within his tiny ones. His face full of seriousness, he lowly spoke.

"Nyxy, do you really even want to be with someone like me...?"

It's not a proposal to be in a relationship, it's more of a question if Nyxy is aware of what he is asking for.

He wants the other to look past thru his handsome charms and bold flirtations and see Averse, his good, his bad, his all.

.....

He doesn't even wait for an answer, he sighed as he lets go of the other's hand and moved away

"Who am i kidding, this is all just a play anyway"

He sat, facing the other way, crossed his arms and puts on his asshole facade and chuckled, bitterly, man he's such an idiot, getting all carried away like that

"This is such a joke, a very good one that i almost start to think it's all real...sorry for dragging you this far into this"

Nyxy stares at the other facing away.

“Yknow, i dont like you because of your looks and flirting right?”

He crosses his arms close his eyes.

“I like you because your straight to the point, i like you because your dumbass knows how to make me flustered, i like you because you have been so much like me, i like you..”

He pauses and thinks a way to put it.

“I like you because my.. Soul always grts itchy and melty when youe around, it jumps around my body with excitement when your around..”

He opens his eyes looking away

“If this is all a dream and a play.. i dont want it to ever end.. because i say the truth..”

Averse is all hidden away in his hood, if one would listen closely, one would hear silent pained crying. He's really conflicted with himself, and he just knows what to do.

"I have places to be..."

He climbed off the bed and teleported without any word

With that, he was gone...

Nyxy sat there and leaned into his wall of his room, he lets out a long sigh.

”Was i too talkative..?”

He looks at nothing, he hums.

“Your right.. just give it time..”

He looks back up at the ceiling and smiles softly closing his eyes.

“Love is a crazy feeling..”

The End

Next

[myrcxlla]

Of Killers and Devils

PROLOGUE

Driven by a tradegy that has haunted her for most of her life, after the death of a notorious clan leader, Nakai Tanako rises to the top with just one goal in mind. Vengeance.

Saturo x Fem!OC character, (mentioned/assumed) Nanami x Fem!OC character

Warnings/triggers: angst, murder, mentions of cannibalism, cheating, violence, death/gore, dub con, non con, forced pregnancy, miscarriage. This story does not have a happy ending.

"2 years before Yuji Itadori"

AFTER ALL, KILLING HIM WAS THE PEACE SHE NEEDED. Her knuckles tightened as the twist of her wrist arose deadly thorns of gore from her fingers, and when her eyes widened, blood gushing from his neck and dousing the skin of her forearm, she was hit with a wave of satisfaction that she chose to hook her technique’s sharp blade into his carotid artery. Fatal enough to ensure his death, but slow enough where she got to enjoy watching every last second of her father’s miserable life drain away, taking one pathetic breath with him.

She knew it would take mere seconds for him to fade into dust, pleading, but that's all she needed.

Just a few seconds.

Long enough for the wretched man to stare into the eyes of the monster he, and every other member of the clan birthed by the dark intentions and desires of others, helped create. The living incarnation of sins coming back to sow justice for a girl who once dreamed, and another who loved.

He begged for mercy once more. Just loud enough to send birds flying and the ruins of a home creak in pity. She stood crouched on top of him long enough for the high of his bloodshed to fade. Her hand wrapped around what was left of his neck, the other lengthened in long ropes of thorns, slowly dispersing around her entire body, waiting. Waiting for something. Waiting for an apology. But the only thing that came was the chill as his blood cooled on her skin and the knowledge that not even toward the end, her power was cheered. 

“Tanako-sama,”

It wasnt until the door behind her creaked open that she released him, the weight of his guilt and control lifting away as his corpse dropped from her arms. 

“Do come in, Celeste.”

“I’m sorry, it was not my intention to interrupt. But, everyone has already settled in the Grand Room, and they ask for–” the foreign girl of pale blue eyes stared at the body beneath her friend’s feet, “--Mister Tanako. Should I explain to them?”

She grinned. “There's no need. They came at the request of the clan’s leader.”

“So, was it true then? Your plan, Nakai?”

She walked through the empty space of the office and onto the en suite. “It was never a question.” She turned the water and waited until swirls of warmth embraced her skin and began rinsing the blood spatters from her arms. “Of course it was always true, my dearest.”

Celeste nodded. “How did it feel?”

Her hands gripped the edge of the sink, and she leaned forward to stare at herself in the mirror. In the corner, Celeste could see the small smile gracing her lips. “How did it feel?” Her heart did not skip a beat while at it. No sudden fire emerging from her fingertips, no stronger power surging from her. “Not as emotional as I thought. Rather boring, I'm afraid. How much did you hear?”

Celeste reached for a towel and dried her arms clean, chasing behind as Nakai walked back into the office and reached for a brand new Haori. The pink one, one her father had gifted her not long before his macabre death. 

“I didn't hear much, just enough,” Celeste chuckled. “It is not surprising, you are the hardest person to please.”

She smirked as she allowed Celeste to place the garment over her bloody kimono, before she headed back to stand over her father. She gazed down at him, his black eyes staring vacantly at the ceiling, his mouth opened and petrified, much like he always forced hers to be. 

She laughed, a great, silly laugh. “Funny is all.”

She kicked his leg out of the way, his hideous crocodile boots splashed in the blood that pooled beneath his body. “Things go a little messy, though.” Sighing, she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Will the head of the Gojo clan show up this time?”

“Saturo Gojo is here, and he wishes to speak to you, privately, afterward.” Celeste answered, following like a lost puppy behind its master. “Don't worry about the mess, I'll take care of it. Will you speak to him this time, or will you have me do it?”   

A spark of hope shone in her eyes, but the sudden chuckle from Nakai made the smile on her own face disappear. "I will speak to him. In the meantime, I need you to find Geto for me, tell him I will support his cause."

Celeste seemed to stop, breathing only sightly.

"Support?"

She nodded, without responding, and allowed it to sink that this was the last moment she would ever spend in the presence of her father. His little girl, innocent, naive, Nakai, is at fault for his death. Closing her eyes, she breathed deep, searching for a silver string of regret. 

There was none.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

The sound broke the silence and it made her gag, repulsed, scratching from her insides and the vile she was forced to hold down in the back of her throat. “Celeste,” she called. “Hand me that.” She pointed to the golden watch on her father’s limp arm. 

Celeste did not hold for a moment. She kneeled down and pulled the handkerchief from her breast pocket, then reached for the shiny, date watch. 

Tick. 

Tick. 

Tick. 

Nakai placed it around her wrist, despite the anger surging from the pit of her stomach, she embraced it as her own. Once a little girl who admired the godly thing, now wore what her father most loved. It was a final ‘fuck you!’ to him, at least. She straightened her back and took a deep breath, then stroked long locks of black away from her face. 

In the peak of it all, with gentle pulls of her hair and the braid that formed behind her neck and caressed her back, Celeste watched her. Their relationship was often mistaken, but never by them. To Celeste, Nakai Tanako, daughter and heir of the Sacred Clan, was her beloved and trusted friend. 

To Nakai, however, Celeste was only her servant. 

A simple monkey at her command.

“What should I do with the body?” 

Her features were covered by the shadows of the cold room, but the smile on her face seeped through with a horrifying resplendor. “Don’t care,” her voice was too sweet as she began to walk out the office. “Leave him to rot. Erm, better yet…” she singsonged, “Feed him to those pigs in the Grand Room. Save the best for Gojo.” 

[fruit-salad-ship]

fallout AU thoughts

Plum has pissed off every major faction, and a lot of the smaller ones too in her time prior to finding Peach's farm. She back stabbed, sold people out, cheated, stole, did everything she could to survive, which meant no one really wanted her alive, the price on her head was great and her peace because of it fleeting.

She however was a proud woman, she'd never admit why she couldnt sleep, especially early on when she was getting to know this big woman qho quietly tried to do better, be good. If Peach found out, or Grey, maybe she'd be hated here too. They had pasts, but were they as bad as hers? She wasnt sure at all. Greys wasnt too bad, a mistake, a bad one, but he didnt kill on purpose like Plum had. But peach was the blank card, she had no clue what she'd done, where she'd come from, or what crimes she'd comitted.

Those first few nights sleeping on that womans couch in that cosy little cabin were nervewracking. Plum was so sure that someone would come along and kill her where she lay, so many hunting her down for what she'd done. She coudlnt blame them but sometimes just wished it'd stop. She was just so tired, rest was so difficult to come by when all you could think abotu was the snap of the twig outside, the tap on the window, was it a branch? or someone after her?

One night got to her too much, the wind rattled things, chimes outside were too loud, she could hardly close her eyes. The lamp light under peach's bedroom door was still on, the thin crack letting it seep out into the hallway. Plum approached, hesitated, but had to try. Her knock was answered after a moment, peach called out for her to come in knowing it was her, the front door hadnt been opened, a little surprised to see Plum stood in the doorway, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot.

Plum had to cover the truth up, somehow, not let anyone see that she as falling apart, but she so despratly wanted to sleep, just one nights rest, even if only fleeting. She asked what peach was doing while putting on one of her many masks, one that seemed sultry and sweet, a face of someone who this big woman would want to spend time with, hoping that the clear advances and energy she was giving off would be recognised and accepted. The big farmer had been up writing in her journals, notes on the farm, stock checks, to do lists, she was one for organisation it felt. Plum watched her shift over in the big bed, petting the covers, see if her guest wanted to come sit. A moment of elation when the prospect of rest came closer, her little body sat up on this surprisingly soft bed.

Peach explained what she was doing in a half hearted way, unbothered when plum leaned in closer than she perhaps had to, looking at the books too, expressing a surprise over the farmers systematic approach to this all. The little hand on her hosts arm, the sweet tone, the gentle touch. It didnt go missed, Peach wasnt a complete idiot, seeing her try to get closer in a more intimate way. There was one small gentle kiss shared before the farmer pulled away, book placed down a moment.

"You dont have to do that to get to saftey you know. Youre welcome to just stay here if you like. No strings, no favours, no catches, just relax... not everyone needs to be charmed into submission."

Not that this wasnt incredibly flattering, but Peach saw right through Plum's game in an instant, the day she snuck into her home, the day she chose to stay instead of head off back to her life, she saw what was really going on here. At night she'd hear Plum walking around, restless, checking the windows, checking the doors were locked, making sure the curtains were closed so no one could see in. She was always looking over her shoulder, every little sound got her attention. This woman was the very definition of afraid, but only when she thought no one could see her.

Peach just fluffed up a pillow, moved enough to give this woman adequte space in the corner, the side of the bed against the wall and away from the door, to her, this was the safest spot, encouraging Plum to get under the covers with a gesture. She didn thave to pretend to like her romantically just to feel safe here. Besides, Peach planned to stay up a little while longer, she could keep watch, give her a chance to drop off. No one was coming for her here, it'd be ok.

Plum had been willing to do just about anything to stay, to get close to someone else who may be able to alert her to incoming foe. She was shocked that she didnt have to sell herself to do so, that she could just stay without the need to jump through some hoop or be someone's ideal companion. Her life was a bunch of moments spent appeasing others, blending into different crowds and fitting in with the worst people to gain favour. And here she was now stripped of that power to blend in. It didnt work here. It didnt work on Peach.

She gets in the bed, a little confused but just so painfully tired, gets comfortable, blankets pulled up to her nose, hearing the wind outside, but more prominently the sound of writing, and the world just faded away. She got to rest, finally.

Peach would stay up a little while longer, finally putting her book on the bedside table, turning the light off, able to hear that Plum was fast asleep, first time she'd slept this deep since arriving. It was nice to just see her get this break, whatever she was runnign from must have been truly difficult. Peach gets cosy, facing the door, shotgun within reach just in case, same as every night, managing to get some rest.

This happens many times from there on. One night becomes every night. Theres no fake front with Plum, the layers fall to the sides bit by bit every day a little more. She doesnt have to pretend, doesnt have to be sickly sweet or ditsy and clueless, can be her wise, scheming, lethal little self, a little unhinged, a little weird, and in her own way perfect. That initial fake attempt to romance Peach and get close to rest was a poor choice, but eventually, what was an act feels more and more appealing, for real. The second time Plum goes to kiss this woman, Peach doesnt stop her, this time it feels genuine. still asks, still needs clatiry after, making sure Plums not just slipping back to her old ways, but no. She's actually feeling more like her actual self than she ever has. Its nice to hear. Its even nicer to see.

[barrenclan]

WWAAAH THIS ISSUE OH MY GOD!!!! I think i start half of my reaction-to-a-new-issue asks with "omg this issue" BUT I CANT HELP IT LITERALLY THIS ISSUE ALMOST MADE ME CRY (in a good way). im so happy for this little blue man and his family starting to patch up some!!! Slugpelt opening up about her trauma to her kids, i really love your portrayal on love-bombing and manipulation with Cashew. I think it's really important for things like that to be portrayed properly in media without it being romanticized. And obviously yeah SLUGPELT admits she romanticized it when she was younger because he was the only one to treat her that way and he was HERS but you dont romanticize it with your writing and !!!! literally i admire the way youre able to portray these things so well in writing so much. And honestly those lines of "he was the only one to tell me those things" and the fact that thats what got her so hooked to him,,, stung a little bit bc its like very vaguely relatable to me and auuuh my heart!! I'm glad she realized that he didn't love her but the fact that she loved him while knowing it was just a game to him hurt a bit. i was not expecting to vaguely relate to the equivalent of a middle-aged mother but slay i guess. And Daff's reaction,,, and Slugpelt's response to that? Mannnn my HEART i love seeing Slugpelt come around and actually try to be motherly to her kids. i love her this is a slugpelt fan club. NOW PINEPAW COMING OUT TOO!!! Dude. When i first read the line of him saying "now if were all spilling secrets.." I honestly thought of the skull thing at first. But then after like two seconds and getting a little further i was like OH MY GOD HE'S GOING TO COME OUT ISNT HE. I have so many thoughts about that scene but I cannot materialize them into cohesive words. just. the whole thing was so well done. and im glad it went well for him. His whole spiral of "oh god i messed up why cant i just be normal and-" really hit me so hard and then proceeded to run me over twice, as someone who is gay that is often a thought process i would fall into, so seeing it portrayed in something is so validating man. but everyones reaction. slugpelt comforting him and being supportive, reassuring him its not weird, and that he's ok. asphodel having a look of guilt initially, assumably because of all of the times she would poke and prod at him for "needing to have kits some day" (call back to one of the first issues) , and then instantly teasing him over how she's seen him look at cormorant. Daffodil,,, man i was honestly worried about her at first because I didnt know how the implication of pine liking the same cat as her would come off to her, but her reaction??? priceless. literally so wholesome. i love how she just sees it as something exciting and something they can relate and bond over, i honestly wasnt expecting her to react like that but at the same time she generally does seem like a good sport so im not surprised in the end. seems in character for her. literally i love her. sweet baby child. literally the whole pinepaw coming out section almost made me cry it filled me with so much joy and love i love these silly little cats so much. going to be thinking about this so much for the next week istg

MADDDYYYYY

TYSM I'm super glad you liked the issue!! I really wanted to get across Slugpelt's perspective, to help understand why she could be taken in so thoroughly by someone like Cashew. She's got virtually no support structure in her life, and has been shown pretty much nothing but rejection her entire life, so when someone actually (seems to) choose her it means a lot. And since she's been shown to be such a distant and sometimes hurtful mother, I made sure to try and show why she is that way.

Pinepaw chose to share delights instead of horrors today! He already got everything he wants to talk about with those bones outside him, and Cootstorm did ask him not to tell anyone else.

YEAH the coming out scene was really fun and cathartic to write tbh, and actually I wasn't gonna include it in my initial planning but decided I needed to. I had considered the possibility of his family reacting badly (since they do live in a traditionalist group) but in the end like... I don't want to. "Confused but supportive" feels much better narratively and character-wise. You're right about why Asphodelpaw looked guilty too, especially since she's figuring some things out about herself as well. Daffodilpaw is my sweet kitty and she may be a little confused but she got the spirit <3

I'm so glad you like it,, they are all my silly little children and I love them dearly

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

People who keep bringing up that damn letter don't give a shit about Palestine, not one. Or Guz, who himself said OFMD wasnt the project where he had to compromise his politics.

Also, the letter, while obviously not good and shouldn't have been signed, came about when there was still a ton of misinformation being spread about what was actually going on. But the letter wasn't brought to the internet's general attention until a few weeks later and surprise surprise, no one bothered to check.

as you said, his name is the only one that still gets brought up about it (I didn't even know Con signed it until you said it). Obviously he's not beyond criticism but right now the way people are so gleeful to rip him apart over the flimsiest things is honestly getting a little disturbing.

Actually I repeated misinfo I saw on tumblr because someone made an intentionally misleading post. Con did not sign the letter. However when someone said that he did I was like "yeah that tracks" because I distinctly remember Con posting on twitter before he deleted about how brave someone was for "coming out" as a zionist. Con signaled Zionism in this instance and hasn't said shit since, unlike Taika who has said that he didn't really know what was going on with that hostage thing and that he shouldn't have to know about every geopolitical conflict ever, which fair enough I'm not read up on what's happening in Sudan right now. I sort of am trying to limit the amount of misery that I can't effect which I allow myself to take in and my country is actively funding Israel so I chose to learn about it for that reason.

But like Madonna signed the letter, Orlando Bloom signed the letter and nobodys coming for the Lotr fandom (I don't think they should), Paul Rudd signed the letter and they're not coming for ant man gif makers. Lana Del Ray signed it, and so on. linkie

like I don't think you should harass these people's fans on this basis we need to stop insisting that everyone only view unproblematic media, but come the fuck on. There's non jewish people on there who haven't said jack or shit about it and you're coming for this guy? transparently an excuse to hate on a brown man and his gay show. You'll notice they're not fucking with the Thor enjoyers. It's just us fags that get their anons.

[despapillon]

stupid how you managed to make a dick joke out of innocent shot. and hosegate oh no that is awful. Byler is not going to be in relationship. what show have you been watching certainly not Stranger Things more like Gayer Things. Duffer have had an emotional love declaration by Mike and you believe Byler? that is sad. it may not be romantic but to Duffers it is. same men that wrote in Steve talking about his breeding kink to Nancy and framed it as romantic. just because something is the better choice in your eyes does not mean that will happen. after events of show i can only see Mike and El get married. Duffers try to convince he is straight and they intend him to be but Mike reads as deep in closet. fans dw Will is going to get over Mike and find a bf that is give him happiness he deserves. but Mike? Mike will forever be in loveless marriage and he is never ever going to get over Will. in his thirties and beyond that he is going to suffer and not stop thinking about how everything would be different if he accepted his sexuality and chose Will not El. he is going to hate himself for making such a mistake

listennnnnnnnnn. ppl were talking about hosegate so i just made a reference to the rolled up painting shot. i wasnt the one that noticed it first. i only knew it was a thing because of Bylers discussing it. i had the pic saved, as i was preparing a post that i scrapped that was about Will and the allegations he had, including fake stuff spread around that S3 Will would have a p*rn magazine and the speculations that Will is going to sleep around with random men in S4 and my thoughts on this plus the sexualization dramas like Byler sex in the show, Byler kiss not being chaste, writing Byler smut, Mike supposedly checking Will out, hosegate and other phallic imagery. i decided against that and now i think that was a good choice because it would drive some wild.

i never truly meant the rolled up painting thing was intentional i was simply saying what was a regular shot became dirty to me thanks to Bylers influence. i’m sorry i didn’t mean to offend anyone. i still find it funny but i feel bad for making that post. i guess i should have kept it to myself. i had no idea it would come off this inappropiate. though the characters are only 15 (i think) so that is on me for not caring how uncomfortable it could make others.

now onto the rest of your ask. i don’t know if Byler is going to be together. i don’t. i ship it because i like it. when we get the next season we will see. i willingly choose to spend my time on discussing Byler knowing i’m not really that confident in it. nobody is forcing me to do this. i know we may get queerbaited. but i don’t care.

there is that section of Bylers that got utterly destroyed by vol 2 and either converted to M!leven and now mock us for still shipping Byler (there must be a name for that phenomenon because how) or are bitter and lashing out at Duffers because they lost their faith and now Byler bad. i assume you are the second. i hope you are proven wrong because you seem heated about the topic. to the point you sent me an ask about it.

Duffers did make a lot of writing mistakes and choices i disagree with. whether Byler happens or not i do plan on discussing what i had a problem with after watching s5 because i need to see how they will handle the characters’ arcs to make a post as there could be surprises awaiting us. and talk about how i’d handle certain plotlines as a person that can’t write anything coherent.

keep in mind that Montauk, the original ST, drew inspo from It, and if there was a potential season 2 to Montauk, they wanted to straight up go the It route by having the characters grown up and some leave the town then come back when it all gets fucked up again and join forces for the second time.. they do also mention It, and Stephen King as inspiration. you can see it in the current series too. Willelmike is literally a ripoff of the love triangle between Ben, Bev and Bill. Ben’s poem and Will’s painting.. it’s so blatant. and those that watched the movies know how said love triangle ends.

Gayer Things is a great series that i suggest you need to have more faith in.

[thehighpriestess1]

Where do l even begin we have so much to go over!

First off I TOTALLY KNEW THAT SNEAK PEEK WAS A DREAM I DEFINITELY WASNT IN SHAMBLES 🤧 I’m hoping this dream isn’t a premonition if what’s to come.

Their argument, as soon as Satoru said "as a mother," I did a facepalm and knew he was about to say some fucked up shit. He definitely dropped the ball and didn't have to come at Y/N like that, only for him to ignore her after? I'm so glad Jerry put him in his place holy shit. He has his demons, they both do but... is he really surprised? His unfortunate childhood was the cause of his but he's the cause of Y/N's trauma. Especially when he punished her for it exactly the same way he did when he chose Utahime? Ghosting her while she sat there, waiting for him to choose her after placing trust in their relationship. My heart really broke for our girl and I’m glad that she at least had Jerry to advocate for her. Y/N is out of her element and has all the odds against her living in his estate since no one but Jerry could talk to Gojo like that and get away with it. BEST NANNY AND ID DIE FOR JERRY! He’s the real MVP of the chapter tbh.

His father is a piece of work, if the work in question acted and smelled like shit. When Satoru realized after Y/N was unknowingly repeating words his mother probably told his father I could see it really broke him. At that moment he probably felt like his father and while we know Gojo is nothing like that man, the thought of becoming his father probably terrifies him to pieces. I wonder why Gojo’s mother left without him, I’m sure his father would’ve been much more upset since his heir would’ve been taken from him if she took him but I wonder if Gojo looks at it like abandonment or if he understood why she did what she did and didn’t blame her for it. Children are more observant than we give them credit for and they know when things aren’t going well so I wonder how kid Gojo saw the entire thing. We really only got Jerry’s interpretation of the events since Gojo doesn’t talk about it. I hope he does, maybe it’d help if he opened up to Y/N more.

Satoru showing his jealous side had me giggling like he was pretty fucked up for sending that guy overseas just because he got jealous but I just know he looked hot doing it, so 🤭 (I'm ignoring the fact it's a huge red flag that he gets annoyed and jealous when Y/N interacts with any man that's not him or Jerry)

Now Yuri.. one thing about roaches is they don't fuck off and are always around when they're not wanted. This entire situation is so messy, Satoru was an idiot for letting her get that close but can we really blame him? I hate to say it but she seemed to make him feel a bit better when Y/N was presumed She even stopped one of his attempts. I really wonder how Satoru is going to fix this because she seems REALLY confident in her ability to hurt Y/N and Keisuke. Maybe there's a rat amongst them that helps her out? I feel like her texts are pretty damning evidence that she made it up but is the trust that's currently between Y/N and Satoru gonna be enough for her to believe him? Knowing Satoru, he probably won’t show her anything and try keeping her as far away from everything as he can. I’m hoping he learned his mistakes about hiding everything from Y/N because look what that got them last time! But maybe it’s not that simple, knowing that bitch Yuri it won’t be. Is Yuri so delusional that she genuinely things she'll have her happily ever after if she separates them ESPECIALLY AFTER THREATENING HIS SON? I hope she gets what's coming to her but I know she wouldn’t act out her plan without thinking it through. It seems like her goal now is more like just getting rid of Y/N completely and not just trying to get Satoru, which i’m sure she still wants, but it seems she’s more driven by her hatred of Y/N more than anything. This truly seems like a test about the strength of Gojo and Y/N’s relationship more than anything. Their growth as both people and as partners will truly be tested.

Can Y/N and Gojo just fuck without Naoya, Hiro and Yuri plotting some ominous villain type shit texts after? LEAVE THEM ALONE (the smut was so GOOD, I love the fact he worshipped her body, it's been about 3 months and I know that people don't always bounce back so it was just really nice to see some post partum body worship) You already know Gojo made up for their year apart that entire day, the both of them were STRESSED 🤭

I adore their domestic scenes, I love that during the previous chapters, Y/N seemed wary to make plans too far into the future with Gojo because she didn't even know if she was going to stay with him. Now she agreed to another kid with him if Keisuke ended up being a Daddy's boy. I sincerely hope they all make it to see the results of this bet. They’ve been through so much they’re due an early retirement at this point. But knowing August nothing is that simple. 🤭 Y/N also openly acknowledging Gojo as her husband and wearing the clothes he got her? I just know he was screaming and jumping for joy on the inside. All that’s left is the ring 😭

What I do know, is that Gojo would rather die than lose Y/N. I can’t imagine he’d comply with Yuri’s demands and he’d gladly lay his life on the line to protect his family. Maybe that’s how it’ll go, if they do a family photo shoot or if Y/N gets pregnant again after their day long session and those will be the only things she gets from Gojo at the end 😭 oh I’m making myself sad as if that’s what’s gonna happen but I don’t even know LOL

I feel like I probably missed something but my essay has gotten long enough! Thank you again for writing this fic and for sharing your work with us. I hope that you’re doing well and I can’t wait for the following update, the REAL finale! You truly know how to write a story ❤️🥰

Gojo went really mad when he implied that y/n was not a good mother. He is just too protective of her and Keisuke but he needs to learn to trust her. JERRY IS THE MVP!!!!! He had seen this film before and he was hell bent on changing the outcome this time!!

Gojo really had a panic attack when he heard y/n say those words and that's when his actions dawned on him. He realised that HE could hurt y/n if he wasn't careful and that's the last thing he wanted.

Gojo's mother left him because she knew she could not take him with her and she had to choose between protecting her unborn child or staying at the estate and she felt since she couldn't save Satoru he was going to save the other one. Somewhere because of that Gojo has abandonment issues and that reflects in his toxic jealousy. He cannot imagine y/n choosing any other man over him so he removes the "obstacles" himself. Total red flag but a hot red flag.

Gojo was never happy without y/n. Yuri distracted him with alcohol and drugs and just her presence. She did petty work for him and she did save his life which is why she thinks he owes his life to her. Since according to her y/n took his life and she saved it. She has worked with Gojo for a year and she knows the in and out of the business. She wouldn't just threaten Gojo without holding all the good cards. She knows Gojo's weaknesses and triggers very well and she is not afraid to use them. She knows there are trust issues and things are complicated because of Keisuke. But losing y/n would kill Gojo.

They needed that time together and they are opening up to each other physically and emotionally. Y/n acknowledging Gojo as her husband was the biggest confident boost and you'll see in the next part what he does about it ;) Sometimes dreams are premonitions.... sometimes they are just dreams ;)

[iveneverbeenmorestressedinmylife]

Λοιπόν για το ask game θέλω να ξέρω για την Reagan. Έχω όμως περιέργεια για την Christine Daae, θέλω να ξέρω εντυπώσεις

Reagan Ridley 🧪

First impression: oh so this is one of those characters thats specifically catered to my interests huh. Cool.

Impression now: Yeah of course she is my favourite. No surprises here. I have a type.

Favorite moment: ... that moment in the final episodes where the camera zoomed into her missing finger, the deadlines on her calendar, her meds and brett immediately went from telling her how sad he would be if she left the company to pretending that he wasnt sad at all because he knows how much she is suffering here and he only wants the best for her. Even if it means never seeing her again. Also EVERYTHING about Appleton tbh. God. Also that time she kicked her dad out of her house??? Queen.

Idea for a story: haven't had any concrete story ideas about my girl reagan sadly 😔 i should get around to reading some inside job fanfics, get some inspo.

Unpopular opinion: nothing comes to mind really. I haven't interacted a lot with the inside job fandom to know their popular and unpopular opinions tbh.

Favorite relationship: god.... Bret and reagan besties 4ever. Also! I was shocked by how much i liked her relationship with ron?? I usually hate it when my fave characters get a love interest half way through a show. Like HATE IT hate it. But honestly when they first started dating i couldn't help but wonder HOW she was going to fuck it up. Like this is Reagan we are talking about, she cant be happy for more than a few episodes in a row so i was hooked waiting for their relationship to fall apart somehow and holy shit????? Their ending was literally so much better than everything i could have ever imagined??? I was sobbing my eyes out god bless.

Favorite headcanon: this woman is bi sorry i don't make the rules. But honestly i feel like i don't have a lot of headcanons about her sadly.

Christine Daae 🎵

First impression: just an average girl character from a century old book. Nothing too wild.

Impression now: oh this girlie is INSANE insane. Ive seen it. I enjoy it. Impressive case of daddy issues. Beautifully kind and determined. She wasn't even in love with the phantom my girl thought she was being visited by the angels sent by her dead father. Good for her. Honestly the phantom is WAY closer to what i usually consider My Type when it comes to fictional characters when compared to Christine. My love for her completely blindsided me, she was one of those characters i didn't expect to be my faves.

Favourite moment: "wishing you were somehow here again" for the musical and everything about her insane "talking with the weird gremlin man who lives in my walls and pretending he is an angel" era for the book. Also the cemetery scene in the book? My girl is delusional.

Idea for a story: none tbh. I haven't read this book in years im not as obsessed with her as i was back then but she still holds a special place in my heart.

Unpopular opinion: idk i never had a strong opinion on the whole phantom - christine - raoul love triangle thing and i feel like the people fighting over this are a little insane skksks. Like. I don't think she ever fully loved erik even tho she sympathized with him? Also fighting over who Christine should choose reminds me of the people who used to fight over who katniss from the hunger games would choose. Like peeta is Katniss' chance to heal while gale is still at war and raoul is the light while erik is the night!! Of course she chose raoul in the end like cmon. Now, that doesn't mean that i can't appreciate the fucked up insane relationship between a basement dwelling sewer man who kills people just because and a grief stricken woman who searches for divinity in everything that surrounds her.

Favourite relationship: probably erik and christine solely for the fucked up factor. Also her relationship with her father even tho he is dead before the book starts and we barely know anything about him. Its pretty obvious that his death affects her a lot.

Favourite headcanon: cant really think of anything tbh. Once again its been a while since i last read this book. But also i feel very strongly about this woman being a brunette for no particular reason.

[ikemenomegas]

jesus christ i just saw your latest jjk post and i am devastated <33 i feel like the alpha bursting into manic laughter rather than bursting into tears is a much more powerful imagery imo. Combined with your nightmare explanation, the combination of the alpha feeling bitter about the whole thing and then in the latest thing you posted, mentioned cliffs and why sorcerers dying young gives off such a raw feeling of hopelessness, despair and bitterness. The scene where the alpha starts laughing manically was giving when gojo confronted toji after toji thought he died. And that desperate moment where the alpha wants gojo to tell him if there was any hope left at all. I like that moment because its like the alpha wishing desperately for some assurance that things would be okay in the end even when its clearly looking that it wont. I wouldn't be surprised if the alpha starts slowly descending into madness like geto bc when the alpha got his bondmark removed, i got the vibe of the resentment starting to boil over. resentment towards whom? i dont think its all necessarily directed at gojo but rather at the situation. and the moment gojo steps out of that box, id imagine that his mate wasnt the same person he remembered, especially recalling the last lines in your nightmare post:

But what he doesn’t see, behind the mask Satoru wears and Shoko’s distance and Suguru’s death and your silence is that you all became monsters. Maybe Gojo Satoru chose to keep you close because for a while you were the only one left.

If the kids don’t come back, you think it might just be enough.

Gojo Satoru isn’t the only nightmare in the world after all.

The alpha's response to everything was always silence and the thought of them finally going apeshit and releasing all their pent up anger and feelings is something ill def think about everyday.

Thank you so much!! I cannot believe you put so much thought into this and that you actually went back and put in the quote! I really appreciate you saying that this stuff sticks with you. It sticks with me unless I get it on paper so now we all suffer together haha.

I'm really glad that what I was trying to put off came through. You're absolutely right that this alpha has spent a lot of time telling themselves that somehow "things are okay". They are starting to teeter over into that place that Geto ended up - where all of your sacrifices, all your pain, once meant something and now it doesn't mean anything. Sorcerer's aren't supposed to have "ideals" or lofty principles which they fight for.

If you've seen the "sorcerer rules" that gege wrote, it mostly boils down to: fight curses, don't tell normal humans that you're doing it, and listen to the jujutsu elders. We've seen before how the ones who do find a less selfish goal end up dying in ways that are terrible, often some way avoidable, and also directly related to their goal (the jujutsu code does not ask for lethal self sacrifice or suicide, but based on cultural context, would not be considered dishonorable. ie nanami could have turned around and gone for healing/help but he didn't and saved the students by sacrificing himself).

This oc has a lot more empathy than Satoru or Suguru - they can see why people make bad decisions, understand and even forgive them for it. They have the maturity to deal with people regardless if a bad decision is going to threaten the lives of the people they love or are obligated to protect. But apart from being more emotionally tuned in, they are very much like Suguru - including the part where they keep their silence until it just becomes too much, it doesn't mean anything anymore.

There are a lot of aspects of their relationship with Gojo that are just not tenable. They give him a lot of leeway because their relationship is built on contract, and because they do understand him somewhat. There are things they can't talk about, can't deal with, even though they have deep affection for one another, because of their job. And you're right, that's not Gojo's fault, but it also kind of is. The alpha doesn't want to pressure or rely on him like the rest of the world, but if you can't rely or lean on the other person in the relationship, then even if there's mutual understanding and even love, what does that mean when one of the people is left alone? The alpha may feel like they weren't relying on Gojo, but the truth is even his presence is stabilizing - in a mated pair, that bond is there even when you can't feel the other half and now it's gone. The alpha would love some honest reassurance or at least someone to tell them which way the world is going to tilt, because you're right they know they can survive without Gojo, but without the kids (and loving your kids is a very different relationship than loving your spouse) they don't know which way the world is tilting. I also never though gege would kill Tsumiki, but that's another raw wound there because she was never supposed to be involved in any of this. The panels imply that Gojo and Megumi canonically kept this from her and if she were herself she'd be mad about it (which I sort of break because alpha has a less obvious technique and has done things for Tsumiki before that technically show their powers).

To quote you: "Sorcerers dying young gives off such a raw feeling of hopelessness, despair and bitterness" precisely. I don't think anyone can look at a situation where children and teenagers and young adults experience more trauma and grief than most people encounter in their entire lifetimes and are not bitter that the people they love who experience this don't get to experience an equal amount of joy or love or appreciation or happiness before they perish.

This OC has a lot of tolerance. Their technique (like how most techniques relate to theme and personality) is partially centered around that. How much can you take before you break? For this oc, the answer is a lot more than most. I haven't written this part yet but they were injured in the Toji fight as well. They just weren't broken by it they way Gojo and Getou were. Riko's death hurt, sure, but they had failed before and knew what the sorcerer system did to show you that failure was possible way more intimately than the other two did. In this way, the OC and Shoko mirror one another.

This is the arm breaking moment, this is the week they start to crack, and the way their technique works is either they break or something else has to, because all that pain and pummeling has to go somewhere.

The fun part about this OC is they're Gojo's age-ish, so I get to do something shonen anime doesn't often get to, and show that adults still have growth and power-ups! If negative feelings are related to cursed energy etc and unlocking your own mental blocks in order to use it, well... depending on how things go in the manga there's some potential directions for oc to get some payback.

[sarcasticsunshine123]

rickys 'good for him' they're bisexual besties!

[haato-no-ace]

Hello! Can i have a seperate headcanons for Idia, Leona , Kalim & Malleus? (i dont know if my request is romantic) where the boys find out grimm accidentally spilled that reader like them or has crush on the boys but reader force themselves to stop crushing on them, the reason reader thinks the boys wasnt interested on relationship and also reader thinks wasn't was not fit for them cuz they're not noble or royality, just a magicless human. What they might the boys react?

Leona, Kalim, Idia, & Malleus + GN!Reader

In which Reader had a crush on them, and they find out.

Relationship type unspecified, other Genre unspecified, general Headcanons

I've classified your request as 'other'! Meaning it's up to your interpretation on how you want to view it. I kept everything pretty open-ended, ehe.

Leona was a bit surprised; he's aware he's an asshole, and he knows that you know that.

Not really surprised you stopped having a crush on him, and he thinks your argument is sound. However, he does say that it doesn't really who he, Leona, marries, since he's only the second prince. If being not-king did him any favors, it meant he didn't have to marry for political reasons or while thinking about them.

Definitely uses that knowledge of your past crush to tease you a little bit.

"Come on, didn't ya used to have a crush on me? Can't ya make me a sandwich because ya love me so much?"

Kalim was very surprised and flattered! He didn't know you had a crush on him at all!

When he finds out the reason, he's sad and disappointed. His family is just related to royalty, he's not a royal himself! Plus, there's a popular story back home of an ordinary homeless, poor boy marrying the sultan's daughter!

He's not trying to convince you to like him back again, he's just being very honest! He'll respect your wishes, but it makes him upset that you thought he'd care about status.

"It makes me happy you liked me, at least! I like you a lot too! Uh, not like in the crush way or anything! Just like, um...haha!"

Idia froze up like a popsicle when he heard you liked him! Emphasis on liked. Past tense. He can work with that. (His hair is uber-pink.)

He's not sure whether to take offense or be proud of the reason you chose to drop your crush on him. He knows he's pretty cool but also no, he's not??? Besides, every classic, successful love story is usually about a commoner falling in love with someone of higher status than them, right? At least that's how it is in Idia's otomes, light novels, and mangas.

Otherwise, he does avoid you for a bit just out of sheer embarrassment and anxiety. He's flattered and a bit happy you think of him as husbando material.

"Eh. Huh. What? WHAT? T-There's no way [Y/N] likes me. LIKED me. There's no way!...N-no, don't look at me! Stop looking at my hair!"

Malleus was mildly shocked. You loved him? You didn't loathe him or find him scary? Difficult to be around? Interesting...

He's not too upset that you stopped. In fact, he found your reasoning very sound. He does say that, given time, you would make the perfect noble like him, if you got the proper education.

Nevertheless, he is flattered! He doesn't tease you or give you grief over it. To both of you, it's just something that's happened and passed. Things simply passing, like time, is something Malleus is used to.

"A liking to me? Well, I'm flattered, [Y/N]. This doesn't change our relationship, right? ...Good, I don't want it to change."

[fang-wife]

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voyeur | m. izuku 

➳ tags ;; sub!izuku, dom!reader, watching hentai together?, reader is mean and nice </3, quirkless college au!izuku, corruption kink/religious guilt, unprotected sex/creampies, established relationship, afab reader

➳ wc ;; 2.1k

➳ a /n ;; @/sems-diarie made a post abt this a while ago n my brain wouldn’t let it be so. here we are </3 

➳ plot ;; izuku didn’t sneak you into your dorm to watch.. this with you. but he has a habit of letting you do what you like. 

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This is embarassing. 

He knows this is embarassing - more embarassing than he really cares to admit to. He should really know better by now then to let you do as you please. You’re always stringing him along with your schemes and plans and he loses sight of his morals. His standards. 

Then again, he doesn’t have any at this point. The point of him paying for this single dorm was so that he could have space to focus. It wasn’t to sneak you in when his R.A. wasnt looking. Even more then that, it wasn’t to do.. whatever this was. 

It’d be one thing if he was having sex. That’s a normal thing to do in college, to sneak your partner in and smash. But you’re you, and all you ever seem to have planned for him are hair-brained schemes. It’s what this feels like - when you sit on his twin size bed and pat the empty space next to you. The distrust in his expression makes you laugh.. He sighs and does what you’ve asked. 

“What’re you doing?” 

He sounds exasperated. You laugh - too pleasantly for him to be comfortable. You type something into the search bar. Green eyes widen, skin warm and blushing. 

“Wh-what’re you doing?” 

You laugh as you prop the computer on the bed. You grin at him, tucking yourself under his arm. The website mocks him, all black background and animated women with huge tits covering the screen edge to edge. 

“You know something, after you’re done using incognito mode - you’re supposed to switch out to regular search, you know,” you explain. Your hand rests on his thigh. Deku freezes. 

The sound of your voice has always been something of a vice. It gets a little raspy like this - sultry in a way that has him squirming. He doesn’t know what to do. He can feel the heat of your body. 

“Would you know my surprise when I borrow your phone to look up when the convience store closes,” you inch closer, press further “only to see..” 

He knows what you saw before you announce it. His skin feels like it’s on fire, tuning out whatever description you’ve been giving of what he chose to watch. 

Maybe it was the way he was raised - but he always had such a specific sort of guilt towards pornography. Always told himself he shouldn’t watch things like that, shouldn’t touch himself. Izuku had always been a good, well-behaved boy. Done the right thing even when it was hard. 

Meeting you had changed that, changed him. He found his body craving you when he couldn’t control it and he ended up here - watching porn and jerking off with his shirt in his mouth. It’s all come back to haunt him, really. 

“I’m not mad, y’know,” ― and your tone goes soft - it’s assuring enough that Izuku can whimper out an okay, but you’re not done ― “I’m just curious. Can’t we watch it together?,” 

“That’s ― !” 

You flutter your lashes him. 

“That’s?” 

He has a million words that he can say. That he should say. Bad, wrong, immoral. Words that belong at the end of the sentence to describe what he’s doing with you and what he’s considering. 

None of that comes out. 

“That’s.. too much” 

You grin at him. 

“Do you not want too?” 

“..I didn’t say that, it’s just -” 

Your hand squeezes his thigh until your stiletto's dig into them. Your mouth trails his jaw with hot, open mouth kisses until your turning his head to face you. A hand splayed on his face, tongue deep in his mouth. French kissing makes him pant - hands twitching eagerly to touch you. He watches, dazed - the spit trail of saliva that stretches between you two. 

He’s so easy, it’s cute. You press forward with a chaste kiss. 

“Show me what you were watching, Izuku,” 

His hand trembles as he leans forward. He remembers the title - doesn’t know if that’s good or bad. Within seconds, it shows up and he clicks. You lean forward too, observing the tags with a small smile on your face. 

“Milf, NTR, Gangbang,” 

“S-stop reading them!” 

You giggle. 

Without warning - you press play. Izuku finds himself frantic. Worried about the sound, the time, all of it - but you don’t seem to care. The AD comes on and you skip that too. It’s on. A familiar arousal blooms in his chest, the memory of what he’d seen appearing. You settle between his legs, your back pressed to his chest. You bring his hands around your waist.

“Let’s watch ~” 

Izuku face twists with displeasure. The plot nothing to ride home about - a lonely housewife goes out to a club and finds someone to take care of her needs. At first it’s just one stranger at the club - then two, then she’s surrounded and its too much. 

Izuku assumes you’re gonna find him disgusting, but when he looks at your face - you’re smiling, heart-beating in your chest. His eyes blow wide when you take his hand between your legs. You’re wet and you’re letting him touch you and he’s trying his hardest not to show how much he’s shaking. 

A little sigh of pleasure leaves your mouth when Izuku very carefully rubs your clit. It throbs under the pressure of big fingers - you hold his wrist and moan. He can hear the porn in the background but it doesn’t serve to distract him from you. 

“You want me to go n’ get fucked by a bunch of strangers, ‘zuku?” 

He shakes his head furiously. 

“Then you just like watching depraved shit, huh?” 

Unable to argue with you or with the the way his cock twitches and jumps in his jeans, he opts to whine. You can feel his it against your lower-back, the little wet-spot that presses to your thin tshirt. He’s too turned onto think properly - watching the way your body jerks and twitches. 

The woman on screen is stuffed to the brim with cock - it’s all over exaggerated he knows, but he thinks that’s why he likes it. Maybe he just likes the idea of fucking someone that stuffed fulled of cum, how it leaks and pours onto every surface and the way her cunt just seems to take it. And Izuku is such a good, well behaved boy - it’s never crossed his mind to think about doing it to you. 

And no, he doesn’t really want to see you get fucked by so many men but if there were more than one of him he’d be more than inclined to let you. His chest feels tight forgetting to breath. 

He thinks maybe you’re some kind of witch because you always seem to know what he wants before he does. The right way to push all of his buttons. 

“Oh, I see’ ― and he’s afraid of whatever words come out of your mouth next ― “you wanna fuck me full of your cum, Izuku? Wanna know how it feels raw?” 

He moans - loud and shameless and needy against your ear. A breathless laugh leaves your mouth because that’s exactly what he wants. He wants to fuck you full of cum, just picturing how good it might feel. 

You sit up on your knees and bend over a little - pulling short-shorts beneath the curve of your ass and thickest parts of your thigh. Your panties are drenched, clinging to your folds. He inhales sharply, frozen till as you lean forward - pulling them to one side. 

“Take your cock out ‘n fuck me then, baby” ― you challenge, dark and dangerous. Everything about you is so sinful and too tempting for him to ignore. His cock aches ― “Do your best”  

His body moves before he has a proper chance to feel shame. Whatever devils been whispering in his ear (read: you) has won whatever leftover dignity he has left. Without a proper word, his cock stands to attention. His hands are fidgety but they mange to settle on your waist. He guides you down on his dick, bottom lipped pulled between his teeth hard enough to draw blood. 

“Oh, fuck” 

He’s going to cum right away if he doesn’t take a breather. This is the first time he’s feeling you, and it feels so much better than he could understand. The lingering thoughts of the dangerous act silence by how tight and how wet and how willing your pussy is for him. The way your walls twitch - ache shamelessly around his cock. He’s fucking sliding in and out of you - it feels like a special privilege he’s done nothing to earn.

He’s shivering, over and over. When he looks down, he’s not all the way in. He’s not sure if he’s praying to god for the right reason - for forgiveness. All he can think about is how good it feels to be inside and how he absolutely doesn’t want to do anything else. 

“How’s it feel, Izuku?” 

He groans at the sound of your voice, the way you clench down on him and stretch so tightly around his shaft. He’s too wrapped up in the feeling of your cunt - like heaven and silk. 

“F-feels so, so good” 

Part of you thinks you should ride him, but another part of you is more interested in seeing how he fucks you. You snap the laptop closed and push it to the other side of the bed, before flipping around and laying on your back. His cock slips out and he snaps into reality - the way you have your legs in the air and your arms out. 

“I’ll let you fuck me as many times as you want today,” ― your legs reach and wrap around his waist, easily forcing his cock back inside ― “go on,” 

Izuku is a mess, really. His pants are only half-way pulled down and he’s wearing a nerdy graphic t-shirt. He’s borderline in hysterics over how good your pussy feels and can’t do anything other than thank you repeatedly and fuck you with an animalistic need. It’s clumsy like you’d expect, but he makes up for it with sheer enthusiasm. 

His cock is long and pretty - hits every spot you need it too. Izuku fucks you with shallow, sloppy thrusts - so needy and chasing his orgasm. Selfish and inexperienced. Every time he pushes forward, you can feel he’s throbbing. Aching to cum inside and unload. 

You reach a hand between the two of you to finish on your own time - planning on cumming before him. He doesn’t seem to care. 

“Ngh, ohh my god, feel’s’good” 

“Yeah? Gonna cum inside me, handsome? Makin’ such a pretty face for me” 

His stomach churns at the way you call him pretty. It sounds so sweet and adoring - but he knows that you’re a bully. He knows that about but fucks you with all his strength anyways - overly frustrated and fucked out of his mind by the feeling. Like a drug. He likes you so much he feels stupid over it. 

“Yeah, yeah ‘m gonna” 

Your own orgasm washes over you in a pleasant wave, squeezing his cock with force. He gasp and goes faster - all the thoughts washed away from his head. He needs to finish more than he needs anything. More than he needs to sleep for his 6am work-out and 8am class. More than he needs to be quiet because the walls of his dorm are paper thin. More than he needs to exercise self-control, he needs to cum so fuckin bad. 

“Look at me,” 

He follows your command, like always - and you look amused and fucked out just like he is. And Izuku has really never been this into anyone before so seeing you evokes feelings he can’t understand. 

“Oh, fuuck“ 

Briefly he understands that he really just came by looking at you, but nothing really makes sense to him. His eyes are heavy and he’s drooling onto your shoulder, spasming and clinging to your body with the most needy little whimpers. It’s so lewd, how he can feel his cum spurt out and coat your insides and his cock. It’s all so sinful but it feels so good, he can’t bring himself to care. 

“So,” ― you smile, full of mischief ― “if you want to be like that, we’ve got a few rounds to go” 

Izuku splutters at your comment and you laugh. He knows you’re not joking and he whines. You really are a bad influence on him. But with the way his cock is twitching to life again.. 

He might not be any better. 

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[i-cant-sing]

Hey I have a yandere erasermic obsession. I don’t know if you do angst but what if they were punishing reader and she gets really exhausted and passes out. They think they killed her, I know this is dumb and you don’t have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable-🍓 anon

Yandere Erasermic punishing reader

I've missed these two a lot😭

Anyways, enjoy! Check out my MASTERLIST for more!

Yandere Erasermic:

"Hey! I'm home! How are my darlings- Shou? You okay?" Hizashi asked as he entered his home. He was looking forward to spending time with you and the hero, but judging by the pissed off look on Aizawa's face, it didn't seem like happening.

Aizawa was taking deep breaths, his eyebrows furrowed and face contorted into a scowl. God, what did you do now? Hizashi couldn't help but wonder that, as he slid onto the couch next to his husband.

"What did she do now?"Hizashi asked, resting his head on Aizawa's chest as his arms wrapped around him.

Aizawa closed his eyes in annoyance, his own arms engulfing Hizashi as he let out a huff. "She's so ungrateful."

Hizashi lightly chuckled at that, waiting for him to continue. "You know what she did today? She tried to escape. Again. I don't know how she got the code to unlock the main door, but she opened it. She barely made it 2 steps out the door before I pulled her back in. I was taking a shower and she thought she could make a run for it. " Aizawa runs a hand through his hair, but Hizashi suddenly caught it. He looked at his husband's hand, it was turning a nasty shade of purple, and was red around the knuckles, slightly swelled. "Shou, babe... what happened to your hand?"

Aizawa exhales deeply, closing his eyes, trying to control his anger. "Our sweet little darling happened. After I got her back in, I told her to apologise. You know what she did? She spit at me, screamed all kinds of profanities. When I took her down to the basement to chain her up, she tried attacking me." Aizawa clenched his jaw. "I was only going to leave her there for the night. But what she said to me next... Hizashi, I lost it. I punched her." Hizashi's eyes widened. He knew Aizawa wasn't one to lose his temper easily, he knew he wasn't one to resort to violence immediately. So the blonde could only wonder what in the hell did you say to him. "Shouta... what did she say?" He asked softly, almost afraid of the answer himself.

Shouta looked at his husband, trying to calm himself when he told him what you barked out. "She said...she said that she wondered how UA let... let creeps like us around kids." Hizashi's eyes widened. If there's one thing he knew about Aizawa, it was how deeply he cared about his students, treating them like his own children. He prided himself in being their teacher, and so the nerve of you to even say something so disgusting like that, Aizawa was bound to snap.

"I cant believe she'd say something...so horrible. I'm so sorry, Shou." Hizashi whispered, nuzzling Aizawa's neck. The pro hero only grunted. "Whatever. I think it'd be good if she stays down there... for 2 weeks. Yeah that'd be good. And no dinner tonight either. I don't want to put up with anymore of her bullshit." Hizashi only nodded, but then caught another look at his hand and he stood up, pulling Aizawa along with him to the kitchen. Hizashi pulled out a bag of frozen peas and started applying it on his bruise hand to reduce the swelling.

As the two ate dinner, Hizashi couldn't help but worry that if Shouta's hand looked like this from the punch, then what did the receiving end look like. He chose to remain quiet on that matter, not wanting you to ruin the night anymore.

The next morning when Aizawa woke up, he went downstairs to the kitchen to find his husband. Hizashi who was almost done plating up, greeted Aizawa with a kiss. "So, should I take this plate down to our baby bird?" Hizashi asked, already knowing Aizawa didn't want to see you yet. You had really hurt him. Shouta nodded as he took a sip of his coffee. "Be right back." Hizashi pressed a kiss to his lips before going to the basement.

Hizashi opened the door to the basement, walking down the stairs, hoping to see you greet him like the angel they know you are deep down. But when he got down there, he saw you were still asleep on the floor, your limbs still bound to the chains. Your face was turned away from him and Hizashi wasnt sure if he wanted to see the damage that was done to your face.

Hizashi just called for you. “Love, I’ve brought breakfast! Eggs and hashbrowns! Your favourite!” When you didnt respond, he just sighed before placing the plate on the floor. Your chains were long enough to for you to reach it, and while Hizashi wished nothing more than to feed you himself, he knew you needed to be punished.

As he went up the stairs and out of the basement, he couldnt help but feel a sense of dread creeping up on him.

“Do you think she’ll be sorry after her punishment?”Hizashi asked his partner.  Aizawa rolled his eyes. “Unlikely. But she’ll learn to think twice before she says stupid shit like that.” Hizashi chuckled, but secretly hoped that would be the case. He got up from the couch where he and Aizawa sat. “I’ll go get her plate.” They were done eating 2 hours ago, but still waited for you to finish up because they know how stubborn you are.

When Hizashi walked down the stairs, he wasn’t surprised to find your plate untouched. You would always do that the first few days, before finally succumbing to your hunger. Pointless, really. But what disturbed him was how you were still in the same position he had seen you in 2 hours ago. And it was coming to him how still you looked, he couldn't see your body moving a single muscle, he couldn't see if you were breathing. 

Hizashi walked towards you cautiously, waiting for you to jump up and scare the crap out of him. But his breath hitched when he finally saw what had happened to you. 

A big bruise had formed on your cheek, swelling and taking all the shades of the purple, blue and green. But the worst part was seeing the blood and a clear liquid dripping out of your nose slowly, forming a pool around your head.

He turned you on to your back and started shaking your shoulder. “Darling? Wake up, baby. Its me. Baby, wake up.” But your body remained unconscious. He started tapping your cheek, only then noticing you weren’t breathing. All the alarms went off in his head. “SHOUTA! COME DOWN OVER HERE!” 

Shouta rushed to the basement, wondering what stunt you pulled now. But seeing your limp body in Hizashi’s arms, blood coating your cheeks, he knew something terrible had occured. Aizawa ran towards his partners, looking at your bruising cheek. “She’s n-not breathing. She’s not fucking breathing, Shou!” Hizashi sobbed as Aizawa took your wrist in his hand. His blood ran cold when he found no pulse. “What are we gonna do?! She’s dead! Our baby is dead!” Shouta blocked out Hizashi’s voice. They both cant be panicking right now. Aizawa turned to his partner. “Hizashi. Bring her up. I’ll get the car out.” He commanded. “H-hospital? Shou, its too late-” Hizashi cried out but Aizawa gave him a stern look. “Bring her up. Now.” 

They got to the hospital in fairly record time, passing you over to the doctors while Aizawa made up a story of how they found you in an alley. Only after the doctors left them alone did it dawn on Aizawa how serious the situation was. He killed you, didnt he? You would still be alive if he hadnt hit you. How could he ever claim to love you when he hurts you-

Aizawa shook his head, he could wallow up in his guilt later. For now, he needed to comfort his husband and pray that you make it through somehow.

A few hours later, the doctors had given them an update on your condition. You made it, barely. Something had hit your face and damaged some part of your brain, causing there to be a very slow heart beat. But you're all okay now, since they brought you in time.

When they were allowed to finally go in, thats when Aizawa finally broke down. Seeing you unconscious, knowing he almost killed you, it got to him. Hizashi wanted to console Aizawa, but he couldn't bring himself to leave your side. Hizashi pressed soft kisses to your temples, wiping his tears that fell on your cheek, while Aizawa stood to your side. He wanted to hold your hand but he was afraid to hurt you again. As the duo sat by your side, they made a silent promise to never hurt you again, at least not physically.

After that incident, you'll never be left alone. The two are always breathing down your neck, drowning you in love, looking at you with even more fondness; obsession and protectiveness swirling in their eyes, right there with guilt.

Aizawa would never apologise, but that doesn't mean he's not sorry. You would often wake up to him looking at your bruised cheek with worry, caressing it so gently, as if he'd break you. He'll be a lot more demanding with physical affection, always wrapping his arms around you, forcing you onto his lap and tucking your face under his chin as he cards his fingers through your hair.

You didn't think Hizashi could be anymore overbearing, but you were proved wrong. He'd panic if you were out of his sight for more than 5 minutes. Always worrying, paranoia creeping up on him when you're not in the same room as him. And when he would finally find you (mostly in the bathroom), he'd check you all over for injuries, not trusting your assurances.

Punishments aren't violent anymore. They're humiliating. Pulling you in their laps and feeding you by hand, talking about you as if you're not there, making you take baths with them(not showers because they end too quickly), making you sleep with them, naked.

And the couple won't lie, but this form of punishment seems to be far more effective. With how quickly you turn docile, folding in on yourself as if you could hide from them... its cute.

But hey, its better than getting beat, right?

[theminecraftbox]

Ngl I feel like Q is the most likely to change. Hes undergone a lot of character developement, and it doesnt seem like hes going to stop. The charlie thing made him reconsider some things i think. Dream as far as i can tell hasnt actually changed that much during the dsmp. Maybe he became a bit more willing to do whatever it takes to reach his goal but its not like he wasnt ruthless before.

/rp /dsmp

[for DreamXD’s purposes… it depends on what kind of change he wants!]

Quackity’s changed a decent amount since he first entered that cell to torture Dream. We haven’t seen much of him since Dream escaped (or even since Techno escaped), so it’s slightly hard to gauge precisely what his new priorities are.

I think that the main thing that Charlie/the lessons culminating in Charlie’s death made Quackity reevaluate was not so much the lengths he’s willing to go to get what he wants, but his perspective on revenge. Like, I don’t think he regrets the torture in any meaningful sense, even if (in practical terms) he might regret the grudge he’s sure Dream now holds against him, and even if as things stand today he might not do it now. Quackity’s still a brutal guy! He still thinks Dream deserved it. I think it’s less that he regrets or dislikes his own brutality and more that he’d like to emphasize the things he wants to build over the things he’d like to destroy. He can better see that a cycle of vengeance goes nowhere, even if he still thinks vengeance is justified.

And even before Charlie, it’s important to remember that, unprompted, Quackity did stop the torture! It wasn’t Sam or Dream or Techno who chose the timing of when Quackity decided to lay off. That was all Quackity’s decision, and that decision was wrapped up in his desire to spend more time with Charlie, preparing for some inevitable demise that he feared to be intrinsically linked to the vengeance he sought. And then his worst fears turned out to be right in ways he hadn’t predicted: Techno escaped him and sought no retribution on him, but Purpled sure as hell did.

Quackity has a plan ready to deal with whatever he’s predicted as Dream’s vengeance, and it’s kill or be killed. One of my favorite moments in the post prison escape streams was Q’s moment of obvious surprise when Tommy told him that Dream had come for him. Like, you could just tell that he was expecting Dream to instantly come for him or for no one.

I think that Dream has definitely changed since the start of the server, and that prison has deeply changed him too, in ways he’s still unraveling, and in ways he is trying to deny. Thought I think you’re absolutely right that his core priorities and ruthlessness have not changed a bit, and that a fair part of this is a coping mechanism.

It’s Sam who’s the most stagnant. If his death at Dream’s hands forces him to reevaluate… well. Then we’ll see. (Pokes cc!Sam with stick)

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@strangevol Here it is 😅

Echo has had several crushes over the years, such as Tanya but helped her get with Bastion because by Ra those two were in love. She had dated Harrington Rosewood for a while before finding out he had used to to get close to Alexis. 

The gala had certainty been entertaining when they’d banded together to humiliate him in front of everyone. 

She also had a crush on Jim, but his sweet aro self only saw her as a friend and you know what she was cool with that. To her that was all the crushes she had.m

But Jim was very good a noticing things about others, things they themselves usually didn’t realise. Some say it was because of having the oracalous eye for so long but who really knew, Jim was just good at seeing what others could not. 

Such as, the way Echo looked at Alexis, and how Alexis looked at Echo despite both being completely oblivious to it. And Jim being the good friend that he was wanted to help nudge them together, Shirley was also keen to play matchmaker. 

But this wasn't something he could do alone, so he gathered their friends and told them what he had seen. 

“Huh...now that you mention it” said Chazz with a slow look of realisation on his face. It made sense, it really did. They were all close, but those too especially had always been attached at the hip. Jaden nodded, even he saw it though how could he not? He recognised the look Echo gave Alexis when she was complimenting her, it was the same way Jesse looked at him.

All of them looked at each other in agreement.

"But no ones telling Adrian" said Zane, a small smirk on his face that was soon shared by the rest.

Alexis blinked in surprise when she saw Echo sat in the cafe. "Hey, didn't think I'd see you here" she said, taking a seat across from her. Echo smiled back in greeting "Hey, yeah I'm supposed to be meeting up with Jim." She said, not noticing the look of sadness that flickered across Alexis face before she nodded with a smile.

"Mhm? Yeah you finally ask him out? I'm not intruding am I?" Echo scoffed, rolling her eyes fondly. "Nah I shot my shot but he wasn't interested in being anything more than friends. We're just hanging out, getting some tea and that. What about you?" She asked, Alexis nodded feeling a lot more relieved.

"Bastion and I were gonna revise for a bit before our oncoming test... And write up the revision timetable for the others." She explained, Echo nodded "I'm more suprised he left his room." Alexis chuckled "oh don't even, I had to bribe him it was that bad. I'm not spending another moment in the equation hell he falls a dorm room." She said with a shudder.

Echo laughed, and why was it that the sunlight just shone through the window and hit her just right. She looked ethereal, almost glowing and her laugh was like the twinkling of bells... And Alexis has to make herself focus because now wasnt the time!

"Well we might as well wait together" said Echo, almost face-palming at her own words. Really? Why was it now she couldn't think of anything smooth to say, she could when it was Jim. But she always got a bit tongue tied when she was with Alexis.

Which was crazy because they had been friends since they were kids.

But the other had been occupying her thoughts a lot lately, far more than Echo was ready to admit. She couldn't have a crush on Alexis, what if it ruined their friendship and made things werid, and besides Alexis was not into girls.

Meanwhile, Alexis was rummaging through her bag, pulling out some textbooks and her notebook. She needed something to focus on that wasn't Echo. She cursed Bastion for taking so long and started their revision timetable herself.

The waiter chose that moment to come over, taking their orders and zooming off.

Echo couldn't help but watch, Alexis when she was in the zone was something else. It was like the rest of the world melted away from her and it was just her. Her face scrunched up in concentration, her free hand twiddling on a stray blonde strand of her hair and as she wrote she tapped her pen rhythmically against the table.

... Okay maybe Echo did have a crush on Alexis.

Jeez was this how Jaden felt when they were trying to get him to admit he was in love with Jesse... She definitely owed him an apology.

But how to go about this...? She knew it was best to just say it before it turned into something more. Maybe she could just play it off as a joke... No that would make it worse.

She'd just have to be honest, right nothing difficult about that.

"Echo, could you take a look at this for me?"

Echo blinked, taking the revision timetable draft from Alexis and studying it over. "It's good but you might want to shorten that for Jaden, he's not gonna have the attention span to sit down for that long." Alexis nodded, taking the sheet back from her, both of them trying their best not to focus on how their hands brushed against each other.

For Echo it was like some last straw, she couldn't sit here like a lovesick idiot. She refused to so, so in the middle of a remarkably... Empty cafe she slammed her hands on the table and said "Alexis... I have a crush on you.... And I know that's werid and completely outta nowhere but I had to say it now or I never would... And I know I've put you on the spot like that and that's pretty arsy of me and I-"

She was cut off from her rambling by Alexis a shushing her with her finger to her lips. Echo just froze, afraid to do anything else.

There it was.

"Echo I... I have a crush on you as well." Said Alexis, slowing removing her finger to allow the other to speak.

"You... Wait what... But you don't like girls?" Spluttered Echo, a far cry from her usual calm and collected self. Alexis smiled a little twiddling her fingers "I.. I do, I thought I didn't but I did? And... I was gonna tell you guys when I figured it out but they already figured it out but I guess you didn't?" She said, also rambling.

Echo... Filed the thoughts of taking off to commit murder aside and just focused on the words said before her.

Alexis liked girls... And also had a crush on her.

"Well fuck me...no one decided to share that" She sighed, absorbing it all. Alexis snorted, despite herself "I'd like for you to atleast take me out for dinner first." Echo snorted, feeling herself relax. "Well, we're already here...? And I'm getting the feeling this was staged so we might as well make the most of it." She said, noticing just how empty and quiet the cafe was...the waiter had set their tea's down and vanished.

"Looks like it" said Alexis, taking a sip of her tea and putting down her work. "So, why me?" Asked Alexis, curious. Echo looked into her teacup, thoughtful "besides you being possibly the coolest person I've ever met? You're funny, not to mention hot, and you're just... You make things that should be boring sound fun and interesting. You're hard working, you're just a breath of fresh air." Said Echo.

Alexis blushed bright red "well, I'm waiting" smirked Echo. "You're also hot if that's what you wanted to hear, smart, you're one of my closest friends and I like being around you. It's like the world's upside down and spinning in the nicest way possible. Seeing you with your frogs, dualing just makes me feel happy." Said Alexis, making it Echo's turn to blush.

"Man we're idiots... We could've been having cute dates and kissing each other in coffee shops instead of all this hiding." Sighed Echo, Alexis chuckled "well, no time like the present?" And than they were both staring into each others eyes, smiling as the gap started to close between them...

"What are you both doing?!"

Both of them jumped, seeing Adrian standing before them with his arms folded.

Echo, decided that now... Now was the time for murder.