#or multi-parter

[kettouryuujin]

Something something silly idea...

But do you think a story where Palina and Iscan became Groudon and Kyogre could be interesting? And if so, is there any way I could extend it out some? Make it more than just them? (Raises the question of Melli and Ingo... Ingo because he does need to get home at some point, and Melli is. Well. Melli.)

Think this could be interesting? And anyone have any ideas?

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

what you’ve come to find out about the outside world is that there are people everywhere and that everywhere is loud.

people are walking quickly, some of them are talking loudly on the phone. others are walking more slowly, or in groups. they’re even louder.

you’ve been walking around outside for a while now, there’s more noise than when you’re back home. back home, everyone mutters to themselves or are completely silent. the people in the white coats are always behind glass when they look at you and you cannot hear them.

the people here look at you too, but it feel different. they don’t write on clipboards when they do. some eyebrows furrow while others raise. they look at you curiously. you don’t think you like it much. an older woman stops you and asks you where ‘yourmother’ is. you’ve never heard that name before, so you walk away.

you somehow find yourself at a place with people that look like you. they are also in groups. and they are also loud. they play on weird constructions you’ve never seen, you think they might be strange, new training devices.

you feel something cold and wet touch your forehead. you know you’re not bleeding so it must be something else. you look up and another wet drop falls right on top of your cheek.

oh. rain.

the people that look like you are nowhere to be seen now, all running away somewhere else. some of them still scream and smile, running around in the rain. you don’t understand how that could be enjoyable at all.

you’ve managed to find a spot to hide from the rain, it still feels cold. you wonder when it’ll stop. you wonder if father and the others are already on their way to come catch you. it scares you, you’ll probably have to move soon.

“what anime is that from ?”

you jump when you hear someone speak, you look at them and they look at you, so you know they were talking to you and when you’re talked to you always have to respond.

except you don’t know what to say.

your mouth opens and closes, you make a noise of confusion. the person, a boy who also looks like you also looks confused.

“your outfit, what show is that from ?”

huh ?

“you a cosplayer ?”

huh ??

you know he speaks your language, you understand some words. except the last one.

“coz..player..?” you ask. the boy who has red eyes frowns at you. you don’t think you’ve ever seen that color before. you like it.

“yeah..you don’t know what that is ?” the boy with the red eyes looks at you strangely, you don’t like how long he’s been looking. you don’t like not being able to do something right. because that’s bad.

you shake your head, because you don’t know. “what’s with that get up then ?”

you understand that he means you’re clothes. you don’t think there’s anything wrong with them, they’re best for practice missions and training. you simply shrug.

the boy moves around a bit, he clicks his teeth. his red eyes are squinted. he has a bag in his hand and it crinkles as he moves to hold it better. the thing he has above his head is stopping the rain from touching him and casts a shadow over his eyes.

“you’re uber weird.”

you have no idea what that means. but you don’t think you like the tone of his voice very much. you stay quiet.

“you’re parents not here to pick you up ?”

you shrug again, because you don’t know.

“…you got somewhere to go ?”

you look up at him, he’s still looking at you strangely, you realize them you’re shivering because he’s brought his device a bit closer to you.

you don’t know where to go, so you shake your head. his eyes widen just a bit before any surprise is gone once again.

“we can stop by my house, you’re soaked.”

you take too long to answer, because he squints at you and starts pulling your hand and along with him somewhere only he knows the way to.

his hand is very warm, you notice.

[author-kweenyluv]

... Ghosts pt. 2 ...

pt. 1 || pt.2 || pt.3

[Part 2 babee! also known as known as 'Death isn't as permanent as some might think and reader does not take this well', the ficlet! enjoy!]

Something happened down in the basement, something big. Big enough to have even the more stoic and senior members of the team shaken, to have hushed whispers falling over the psychically-inclined students and staff, and curious glances sent between them.

It had been hours since the lockdown was first announced, and you were doing your best to keep things from falling apart. It wasn’t saving the world or stopping doomsday, but sharing some old stories of the X-Men in their early days seemed to be doing the trick of keeping things calm. The students around you were smiling, or groaning, or chuckling or rolling their eyes or doing anything aside from panicking, so you’d say you were doing a pretty good job keeping things together all things considered.

...Kurt had been better at this, when he’d been here. He could breathe life into stories like no one else, drawing others in like moths to a flame. You did well of course, you’d learned from the best after all, but your skills paled in comparison to your late love, even if the thought sent a spike through your chest.

The lockdown ended not long after that, and you swallowed the ache in your chest as you put on a smile and helped to usher the students back to their dorms. You ignored the looks from the other teachers as you opted to stay back with the students, not quite up to seeing your loved ones in pain the way they always were after a mission. At least, not outside of the medbay. You were still the assistant Nurse after all, seeing to injuries was part of your job.

Most of the students were gone now, either in their rooms or on their way to them, and you were running out of ways to avoid whatever situation was making the other teachers look at you with such pity. You were sure there was some sort of psychic message sent out, but your powers had never played well with other’s telepathy and the chances of a non-specific message getting through were slim. Even now you were told it took a bit more effort to contact you than most, and this certainly didn’t seem like a message specifically for you.

Now though it seemed that your time was up, cause not a moment later Blueberry ‘BAMF’ed onto your shoulder with a loud cry of-

“Bamf!” You stumble a bit in surprise at the sudden appearance of the little creature, it’s wide, excited smile inches from their face as it settles across your shoulders like a rambunctious blue cat. “Bamf! Bamf!” It takes you a moment to regain your footing, adjusting the grip on your crutches as you steady yourself.

“I- jeez Blueberry, give me some heads up!” The little creature simply kept chanting in an increasingly impatient tone as its little hands tugged on the shoulder of your shirt. “Okay, okay- what’s gotten into you? Did something happen? Blueberry-“ You didn’t manage to get much of a response, as in a sudden, familiar puff of brimstone and ash and ozone, you went from the middle of one of the school’s many hallways to somewhere else entirely.

. . .

The first thing you registered when you cleared the smoke from your eyes was that it was cold out. The next was that it was late, late enough that the stars were clearly visible in the now darkened sky, and the fact that you could see the stars at all. You were apparently on the roof of the school now, and you turn your head towards the culprit— Blueberry. You fix the little Bamf lounging across your shoulders with an unimpressed look, balancing your crutches under your biceps as you wrap your arms around yourself for warmth.

“Blueberry, this isn’t funn-“ You’re cut off by a soft call of your name and freeze, the little Bamf jumping off your shoulders to sit by your feet, nearly preening with satisfaction in itself.

Your chest hurts at the sound of the familiar voice, a sharp pain stabbing at your soft tissue, stopping your heart dead in your chest for a solid second before it starts to jackrabbit fast enough to leave Northstar jealous. “Spatzl, is that you?” You turn your head slowly, blood rushing through your ears, breathing gone shallow, and spine frozen stiff.

Your vision is unfocused, your mind not quite grasping the image in front of you as your eyes start to burn with something like liquid grief. You try to take a step back— ears ringing, knees buckling, hands now strangling the handles of your crutches as your nails dig into the plush grips, forcing yourself to stay standing by putting your weight on those rather than their feet —but your back hits the wall of the tower leading out to the roof before you can even lift a heel.

This- oh gods, you really had lost it now, hadn’t you? Your breathing picked up as you looked out at the ghost sitting on the roof not 15 feet in front of you. Your head was spinning. Your eyes were burning. You felt like- your couldn’t feel your-

Your head was pounding, hands numb and shaking as you slide out of your crutches and let them fall, sliding along the wall until you were seated on the floor, arms limp besides you. You couldn’t stop staring at him, at the ghost of the man you loved sitting across from you on the rooftop. Blueberry’s pride had shifted to concern, and in the corner of your eyes you could see the little creature putting its hands on your knee and shaking it, trying to get your attention. You couldn’t feel its touch.

The ghost of Kurt sat a still as a statue, knees drawn up to it’s chest, spaded tail curled around itself, and one foot curled over the other like a nervous child. Shaded blue curls you last saw beneath a white sheet fell over its face, sunset eyes bright with a perfect facsimilie of life. The ghost was looking at you, wearing a shocked, nearly pained expression of concern on its features so like that of the little Bamf beside you that you couldn’t look away from it. Blueberry shook your knee a bit harder.

Your lips trembled as you tore your gaze away, eyes wide with panic as your vision started to blur and you stared down at your knees. You couldn’t... you couldn’t do this again. You couldn’t face the visions again. You couldn’t look at the visage of your dead lover, you couldn’t bare to be haunted by the consequences of your own inadequacies again. Your voice is strained as you nearly beg Blueberry with trembling words and your eyes glued to your knees.

“Take me to my room. Blueberry take me to my roo-“ You go up in a cloud of sulfur just as the ghost starts to move, reaching out a hand with your name falling from it’s lips.

“No, wait-!“

pt. 1 || pt.2 || pt.3

[towerofluin]

C’mon Raph, don’t noogie the elderly

(Or: finally, communication)

[heavy-heavy-rain]

“O-oh, h-hello? I-is there any detective h-here in this t-town?”

Shuichi says, waiting for a response. He’d been assigned to work on a case with some other detective from this area, but just couldn’t seem to find her. Despite his…… limited movement options, he’d looked everywhere except here, and was hoping this would be the place he’d finally see her.

It was probably bad news that he'd found her here of all places. It was one thing having to waddle around Kanai Ward's packed streets, feeling the rain constantly pouring down while countless bodies bumped up against him. Doing enough legwork with the locals, however, revealed that the detective in question was staying by a riverbank only accessible via the underground sewer system. Biting the bullet just to squeeze through there wasn't easy, and now that he was standing in the entrance to the riverbank, he still hadn't seen her. Just a series of dilapidated shipping containers and a greasy-looking length of water.

Suddenly, he felt a tiny sensation on his impossibly large rear, like someone was trying to push him or get his attention from behind. Someone... obviously not very strong, given how he barely felt it. A voice squeaked out behind his ears.

"Mmmmph, 's-scuse me... are you Shuichi Saihara, the Ultimate Detective? It's... nice to meet you." The woman behind him laughed nervously, waiting for him to turn around.

[the-gif-factory]

N and Uzi gifs?

Murder Drones: NUzi || part 1

[gothicminxx]

Satosugu x afab! Reader

Word count: 5.2K

CW: Angst with comfort, mentions of blood, major character death, polyamory, mentions of established relationship with Gojo, pet names (angel, pretty girl, my girl, sweet girl, etc.), instead of Y/N Name will be used instead, all around sad af

Part 2 here

Summary: Has a connection to the movie JJK 0, similar but not quite.

I think of Satosugu and I sob.

Hope you enjoy!

Twilight arrived over the horizon, painting the sky of soft purples mixed with pink and blue. Mountain tops capped off with sheets of white that sparkled underneath the setting sun. Silence loomed overhead with the subtle sounds of a breeze, the air crisp with a harsh bite. The grass is glacial from the previous snowfall a few hours ago.

But the world was covered in darkness as the giant hand that pertained to Satoru lay flatly over your eyes, sitting in between his legs on a rock. A habit that he had formed in recent years to mollify the bitter head of anxiety that crippled your body. When the thoughts began to race and the hammering of your heart refused to disperse from your side, Satoru placed his hand over your eyes. The rasp of his voice tickled your ear as he requested you focus, following his deep breaths, and hushed praises for succeeding. When the dark silence consumed the crevices of your brain it pacified the cavernous void that Suguru left behind. The reason for every apprehensive thought that consumed the confinements of your brain. A gaping hole resided in the depths of your pumping heart, one he had overfilled before-- a spilling pool of red wine: warm, gentle, and welcoming, the essence of pertaining to two lovers.

Satoru shared the absence of light with you simply by covering your eyes. He wore blindfolds to protect his six eyes, to keep the core of his energy balanced so as to not fatigue himself, he experienced the bliss of darkness daily listening to the calmness of his breath, the steadiness of his heart, and the sounds of his surroundings. It was peaceful when things seemed to spiral out of control, tensions at an all time high giving Satoru that moment to ease his mind. It was the only thing he could think to do to alleviate the strain of life that gnawed at you constantly like a tender cut of meat.

The coolness of this year's harsh winter stung your cheeks, penetrating at the surface to numb your whole face. You placed your hands on top of Satoru’s, holding it in place to increase the darkness, focusing on the environment you found yourself in. Snow that the wind carried tickled your skin, dampening it slightly as the flakes melted. The comfort of your puffy jacket and beanie kept you toasty to endure the frozen conditions, but in this very moment the cold brought you solace as you embraced the blackness. You could feel the warmth of Satoru’s chest radiate into your back like a warm blanket, the breeze that blew on the side of your face howled softly, swooshing of powdered snowflakes followed. The plateau you and Satoru sat in was desolate of noise, it calmed the erratic beat of your heart and soothed the harrowing thoughts in your mind.

Since Suguru’s impetuous departure from the both of you things had been difficult, words left unsaid with various questions that had gone unanswered. An empty spot on the bed that used to belong to him had now turned cold and desperately clung onto his scent, you and Satoru had found yourselves leaving that space open, as if he’d ever walk through the front door again and reclaim the life he once had. His hoodies still hung up in the closet, his toothbrush still had a spot in the holder, boxes of his favorite tea littered the cabinet-- you preferred coffee, and Satoru liked soda. Suguru’s things were left untouched in your home, things he left behind, and things you and Satoru held onto tightly; protecting the last bit of residue on those items.

Satoru snaked his free arm around, pressing his palm flatly against your abdomen, fingertips caressing the polyester fabric of the puffer jacket that adorned your frame. He gently removed his hand from your eyes as he felt you relax in his hold, leaning forward to rest his chin against your shoulder. The world had come back into your view, the sky had become a darker shade of blue accompanied by a few stars that twinkled. The sun had fully hid behind the snowy mountain range taking away the last bit of warmth it had offered in the winter months. Satoru had insisted on taking you far from the city today despite the ice on the roads, the sunken bags underneath your eyes had prompted worry that he could not ignore. You were the only thing keeping him sane since Suguru had left, Satoru had grown petrified of losing you too. He could sense the ugly cloud of melancholy looming over your head, the way you slouched at the kitchen table-- barely touching the food on your plate, a frown etched on your lips, and tears left to dry on your cheeks. The way you stared at Suguru’s spot in bed wearing one of his hoodies, the yearning and agony you felt all too evident to him that he had to get you away from home for a few hours.

He had always been better at tucking away his emotions so as to not worry you. But Satoru felt the same agony, the cavernous hole in his heart that felt as though a knife had stabbed through and ripped a chunk out. The bile that burned the back of his throat and left a bitter taste that it didn’t matter how many times he brushed his teeth; it remained. That each time he smelled Jasmine or cedar wood he immediately burst into tears, teeth piercing his bottom lip as he tried to mollify the dreary emotions that raked his body. Oftentimes he found himself wearing Suguru’s clothes, wrapping his arms around his own body and pretending as though it was Suguru comforting him. Satoru grieved the relationship that once was, in silence, wanting to be strong for you, the most precious thing in his life. You needed Satoru more than anything in moments where you barely found the strength to get out of bed. When anxiety consumed you like the last meal on earth, he had to be strong for you.

Placing a kiss to your cold cheek Satoru hummed, “You calm now, angel?” He held you tighter in his embrace, shutting his eyes to engrave every curve of your body, the warmth you provided as you sat in between his legs, and your scent. The trepidation he felt of losing you too was one that made him lose his appetite.

Leaning your head back on his shoulder, your eyes followed the depth of the night sky, each star glimmering like a diamond. With the darkness the cold in the plateau stung your face, your nose runny and icy to the touch, but you could only focus on Satoru’s arms, “Yes, shutting out the world always seems to help,” A small smile reached your lips, “Thank you.”

Intertwining your gloved hands together he brought the back to his lips placing a kiss there making your heart flutter. Since Suguru deserted his lovers, through the agony and stabbing wound in one's heart, you still had Satoru. The six eyes refused to leave your side even for a moment, clinging onto you as a sort of life support.

The anguish was evident in his cerulean eyes, deep purple bags had found their home under his eyes, hidden under a blindfold so as to not worry his students— to worry you. Even if a part of his heart clung onto the memory of Suguru, the rest was yours. Glowing sun of warmth that caressed his cheek, holding him tightly to always feel the ardor of your heart. Lulling the anxiety he felt with lingering kisses, fingers tangled in snowy white tuffs, and the sound of your sweet voice covered in honey— speaking saccharine words.

Even if he tried to hide from you, keeping his emotions tucked away in a metal safe— you knew, of course you saw right through him. Having the privilege of meeting Satoru Gojo years ago meant understanding every single emotion he felt. A strong intuition to sense when something was off, he never truly spoke about it, only on the rare occasion of dawn drawing near, his eyes half lidded, and voice coaxed of sleep that he spoke— tired of the torment of a racing mind. You would hold him tightly in your arms, resting your chin on his hair as he sobbed into your chest, allowing his emotions to ripple like a waterfall. He was yours, you wanted to be there as much as he was there for you.

His giant hand cupped your cheek, leading your lips to his. The kiss was gentle, slow, and filled with love, Satoru’s tongue was warm as it found yours, eager to taste more of you to have more of you— he couldn’t get enough. He held you tight, pressing against your abdomen as it bunched up the polyester fabric in between his fingers. His thumb caressing your cheekbone, kissing you was a piece of heaven; Satoru’s sanctuary. The way his lips connected to yours reminded him that you were perfect for him in every sense of the way. That you were still here with him.

Satoru pulled away, resting his forehead against yours to catch his breath. His eyes remained closed but a goofy smile was ever present, his heart thudding loudly he truly believed you could hear it, light pink dusted his pale skin, “My girl. Mine.” He murmured, attaching his lips to yours once more.

It was moments like these that you truly cherished, engraving his every word into your brain like a chanted prayer. Satoru was here to stay, he could not imagine parting from you; it wasn’t possible.

Together you grieved Suguru, the fallen angel that had big aspirations of changing the world for the better. Ideals that you could not see eye to eye on, the raven haired man swore up and down it was a world for his lovers. Even if it seemed selfish at the time he would burn down the entire world for you and Satoru. If it had meant taking the life of the innocent— the weak, for those he loved, he’d do it over and over again. But the question had always remained: Would either of you do the same?

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The sun blazed down on the asphalt in a persistent manner, the heat waves radiated off of the dark pavement that burned the soles of shoes. Summer was unforgiving this year, humid and sickly that shade did little to provide an escape. The metal bleachers burned to the touch from constant heat smacking against them, the grass seemed as the only comforting place to sit underneath a Japanese cedar tree. Strands of green sticking to your thighs that you regretted wearing a skirt, almost.

First grade Jujutsu students practiced their combat skill in the enormous field, sweat dripping down their faces after an hour of intense training. The new student Yuta Okkotsu showed promise— improving his cursed energy little by little. Satoru had taken a liking to him, a powerful curse that followed him around— killing those that harmed him without a second glance. Your husband had a soft spot for teenagers that had a tough life, a man that could come off as arrogant had a huge heart. A few weeks ago Satoru had come to you, announcing he would be pleading Yuta’s case to avoid an execution even if it meant losing his job. You could never argue with him, standing next to him as you petitioned for the young boy as well.

Training had gone as any other day, students complaining about the heat but refusing to go inside— each competitive. Satoru stood with Yaga on the far end of the field coaching Maki and Yuta, while you and Shoko sat under a tree watching over Toge and Panda. The smell of tobacco wafted into your nostrils as Shoko lit up another cigarette, stating it would help with her irritation as she wiped sweat from her brow. Your fingers found the roots of grass to slowly pick at it, a distraction from the unbearable heat that made your body feel as if it would combust into flames.

Leaning back on your elbows you sighed loudly, throwing your head back further into the shade to look at the intricate leaves— hiding from the wretched sun. “How much longer are we going to torture the students in this goddamn heat?” Shoko groaned beside you.

“‘Dunno, until one of us drives Yaga up the wall with our complaining.” You chuckled, “Knowing Satoru I’d say soon.”

Due to Satoru being born in the winter season the six eyes preferred the cold and icy snow over the blistering heat. He thrived at the first snowfall, dragging you out of the warmth of your cozy bed to admire the sheet of white. His long legs would race to the backyard without the proper clothing to handle the freezing temperatures, slender fingers grabbing a handful of snow to feel the cool softness on his flesh. He’d spend a few hours outside admiring it with childlike wonder, you would oftentimes fight him to come inside as if he were a husky— stubborn and flourishing in the snow. It wouldn’t surprise you if your husband was currently throwing a fit about the sweltering heat to Yaga.

Booming voices ricocheted from the trees in the field, snapping you out of your thoughts. Shoko’s ears perched giving you a confused glance as she licked her finger to put out her cigarette, “What could that be?” She wondered.

Together you stood, requesting Toge and Panda to follow along in case it happened to be something serious. Sweat decorated your brow as the impending heat found you, raising the temperature within the confinements of your body. In the distance a large bird bigger than a human flapped its wings, the radiant golden color catching in the sun, throwing its head back to emit a loud squawk from its enormous beak. Bodies of students surrounded the creature, tuffs of milky white hair came into view as his tall lanky figure pushed past bodies. From where you walked you could see the tension in his shoulders, jaw clenched, and fists white-- something was wrong.

The length of your legs began to take lager hurried strides, loud pounding rang in your ears from the erratic beating of your heart. Heads turned as you drew closer, wandering eyes with a look of confusion stared back at you, “Satoru, long time no see!” A silky voice called, sweet like honey, a soft melody to listen to. A voice that closed up your throat, heart dropping to the depths of your stomach, eyes stinging with ocean water because it had been so long since you had heard it. The voice that comforted you when a tough day crossed your path, made you laugh until you cried, talked you through it in moments of ecstasy, and spoke sweet nothings to you.

As you pushed your way into the circle Satoru stood taut, a white blindfold covered his cerulean eyes, expression hard to read but his tight jaw spoke for him. You followed his gaze, time had frozen still as long raven hair met your eyes, glistening in the light of the sun. A smile adorned his features as he greeted Satoru with an arm around Yuta’s shoulder, he had yet to notice you. It had been nearly a decade since you had seen the familiar face, had him in close radius. “Suguru?” Your voice barely above a whisper, cracking pathetically towards the end.

His attention drifted towards you, “Name, it’s been a while.” The smile he wore faded the moment brown eyes truly caught a glimpse of you, the sight nearly broke his heart. You looked on the verge of tears, the yearning to run into his arms was evident as your hand blindly reached out-- but you held back, taking a hold of Satoru’s sleeve too paralyzed to move. The white haired man placed a protective arm on your waist as if to challenge Suguru to take a step further to either of you. But in truth Satoru would break down if given the opportunity, trying his best to remain strong, to come off as intimidating to the man that ripped his heart open; you both knew this.

“Step away from those kids right now, Suguru.” Satoru’s voice held a stern edge, the man in front of him was the only one that could affect the usual confident demeanor he had.

Suguru held back a smirk as he slowly removed his arm from Yuta, “ I heard the first years were quite special, it seems you still have an eye for talent, Satoru.”

Your gaze was fixed on the raven haired man, it felt like a sick joke, one that your mind deemed fit as a punishment for past mistakes you had once made. He looked different than before, his hair was much longer, reaching his waist. The purple eye bags and look of misery that had become a part of him almost a decade ago had disappeared, his skin practically glowing, he looked happier-- cockier than the man you once knew. You wanted to be as calm as Satoru, to appear stoic and un-bothered but the air felt heavy, the lump in your throat had formed so thick that it was nearly impossible to swallow back. For a decade you still found yourself grieving his sudden departure, the closure he had refused to give you and Satoru, leaving nothing behind but memories and a freezing empty spot in bed. “What are you doing here?” You asked, voice hostile yet the sense of longing was still there.

He tore his gaze from Satoru avoiding your watery eyes over to his entourage, “I came to declare war,” Suguru put it simply, “Five days from now I’ll be in Kyoto, I hope to see you all there.”

“A war?” Shoko scoffed, “Your ideals truly have gone to your head.”

“I’m simply creating a better world.” Suguru’s words left a bitter taste in your mouth, like rusty metal that had sat out in the sun long forgotten for an extended period of time. He no longer sounded like himself, his voice remained velvety and yet, the disconnect of the man he used to be was immense. It had brought you back to the time you were once a student, noticing his distant demeanor with hazy eyes that he looked unrecognizable. He closed in on himself, shutting you and Satoru out. Most nights had been spent sleeping on the couch or too wired as he stayed up an entire night frantically scribbling gibberish in his journal-- ideas to cleanse the world of the weak. He refused the assistance of the comforting arms of his lovers, rejecting their words of reassurance. Suguru had lost a drastic amount of weight, the churning of his stomach accompanied by a burning in his throat that kept him away from consuming food. He had become a shell of himself until one day his radio silence became permanent; leaving his lovers to fend for themselves without another word.

Only for him to return months later in the crowded square of downtown Tokyo claiming that it was all for his lovers. The world he was creating was the perfect one for those he cared about, asking to accompany him in the journey of discovering it together, only to be met by your tears and Satoru’s anger. It was the irreparable end of a relationship.

Biting your bottom lip harshly, you could taste the tang of metallic blood on your tongue, holding Satoru’s sleeve tighter, only for the milky haired man to search for your hand to intertwine your fingers-- squeezing it tightly, he could feel your agony, resentment, and pining. Focusing on his features, you wanted to burn them into your memory, hold them close to your heart because you would be damned if you forgot his face, “I think it’s time for you to go, Suguru.” You muttered, digging your nails into the palm of your hand imprinting crescent moons in the flesh; fighting back the tears that threatened to spill as you urged the man that still owned half of your heart to go.

Silence loomed overhead as Suguru processed the words that escaped your lips; soft that he almost missed them, how desperately he wanted to ignore them to take you and Satoru in his arms and make things better. The version of him you had known before was gone, that man was no longer a part of who he truly was, the weak and strong simply could not co-exist. Why couldn’t either of you understand that for his own selfish reasons, this was all for you? He turned on his heel, sauntering over to the enormous bird, only turning his head enough to catch a glimpse of the two people he adored the most, “I’ll see you in Kyoto. Until next time.” With that the creature expanded its wings, descending in the air with the man that still held onto your hearts.

Satoru watched as the massive bird disappeared into nothingness, the stitches in his heart that had once existed ripped open-- crimson blood gushing out, the ache unbearable. Holding your smaller hand tightly he began to walk toward the direction of his classroom, a small sob escaped your lips before you tried your best to hide it but he had heard it. The tall man stopped, only to see your pretty face covered in fat tears with quivering lips as you tried to fight off dramatic sobs. “Oh, my sweet girl.” Satoru cooed, bending down to envelope you in his arms. His large hand cupped the back of your head, stroking your hair as he held you tightly. He buried his nose in your hair, a small tear falling from his own eye but he was quick to wipe it.

“I- I miss him,‘Toru,” You choked out,“So much.”

“Me too, angel, me too.”

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Dark gray clouds covered the sky, leaving Kyoto in complete darkness. The sounds of war engulfed the city with crumbling buildings, destroyed vehicles, and thick clouds of smoke from small fires that had started. The perfect distraction Suguru had created to get to Yuta, it hadn’t registered in your minds that it had been his plan to get everyone away from the vicinity of Jujutsu High School.

You stood in a medical building to assist in healing those injured alongside Shoko, gifted the same ability of reversed curse technique with the upper hand of bringing those back from the dead on rare occasions. A skill you had spent most of your life trying to achieve, it had only been possible with the help of Tengen and Satoru. The consequences of cheating death had yet to show themselves to you, bringing back countless from watery graves— a draining task that consumed most of your cursed energy for a few days, it wasn’t used often.

Crouching over a severely injured fourth grade student the grand glass door of the building opened, as footsteps scrambled to deliver another injured student you felt the familiar cursed energy of your husband. “I have to go back to Jujutsu High, he set this whole thing up. Suguru is after Yuta.” He stated, gritting his teeth.

“I’m coming with you.” The urgency in your voice was hard to miss.

Satoru could only shake his head, holding his hand up to stop you from coming any closer to him, “No, it’s too dangerous, Name. Stay here and treat the wounded.”

He was always overprotective of you, your safety had always been the six eyes priority only growing ten fold the moment Suguru abandoned the both of you. You understood, but at the same time you weren’t weak, classified as a special grade two weeks after attending school. Training day in and day out when it came to combat, craving to be as perfect as Satoru and Suguru— the two strongest sorcerers. “I don’t care! I’m going with you and that’s final.” You had always been stubborn, constantly standing your ground and refusing any form of rejection when it came to proving yourself. It was a trait Satoru adored about you, but oftentimes it drove him crazy with worry, he knew you were strong but you were the last person he had besides Megumi.

Determination painted your features, clenching your fists at your side to show Satoru you weren’t going to give up. He couldn’t argue with his beautiful wife, especially with the way you looked at him as if you would follow him to the ends of the Earth. “So stubborn.” He huffed, taking your hand before teleporting the both of you to Jujutsu High.

It was silent the moment you arrived on campus grounds the smell of burnt wood wafted in the air as you walked hand in hand. A knot formed in your gut as if it were signaling you that something had gone terribly wrong, it made you tighten your hold on Satoru’s hand. The silence was deafening as the residue of a previous battle remained in the air and grubble of buildings.

Turning the corner of vacant buildings, you could see a figure in the distance covered in crimson liquid, missing a limb, long raven hair a disheveled mess as his signature bun had come undone, “You guys are late as usual.” Suguru weakly chuckled, clutching his side.

“The students in Kyoto were under your control?” Satoru asked, though he held no confusion, you both knew the answer.

Suguru leaned back on a cement wall letting out a ragged breath, “Yes, they all were.”

Letting go of Satoru’s hand you couldn’t care less about the things Suguru had done, the misery he caused when he disappeared, or even those he hurt. Your vision became blurry with tears as you took in his condition, bloodied and bruised as he struggled to maintain a steady breath. You could not bear to listen to much more, this time you had allowed yourself to run to Suguru as you had longed since seeing him on school grounds five days ago. Not giving Satoru a moment to think as he watches your figure bolt for the raven haired man.

Kneeling in front of him your arms wrapped around his neck bringing his body close to yours, without hesitation he wrapped his arm around your waist burying his bloodied face in your neck. The smell of jasmine and cedarwood welcomed you, the scent that had always belonged to him, the one that caused a sob to escape your lips. “You idiot.” You cried into his hair, clutching him tightly, afraid to let go and discover that he was a figment of your imagination.

You were warm, skin silky soft— he had forgotten how good it felt to have you in his arms, if he was being honest with himself he had forgotten your scent, how sweet and delicate it was. “There’s my sweet girl.” Suguru croaked, after a decade of pushing away the hurt he caused himself for leaving, was finally flooding out. Trembling as he hugged you tightly, burning your scent, curves, and hair into his memory. A treasure he’d lock up and guard with his entire being.

“I can fix it, let me fix it… let me heal you.” You begged, cupping his cheeks, blood staining your hands.

“Name, you can’t.” Satoru whispered, tilting his head down.

“What?! No, I'm going to fix h-“

Before you could finish your sentence Suguru took your hand, placing a kiss to the back of it, “It’s for the best, angel.”

You shook your head frantically, sobbing loudly as you looked between Satoru and Suguru, begging to not allow it to end this way. Burying your face in Suguru’s neck, closing your eyes as if to wish to wake up from this nightmare. To wake in your huge bed with them on either side of you, each wrapped around you as they slept soundly. The harsh cold breeze flowing in through your window as it snowed outside, dreading the moment Satoru woke up because he’d drag the two of you outside. Wanting a life back that once was, when Suguru was content with the things he had, when the two of you were enough for him, just one more time.

Suguru grabbed your hand, swaying your two bodies together. Noticing the rays of sunshine bouncing off of a rather large diamond on your finger nearly blinding him, he took a moment to admire it, chuckling bitterly as a wave of jealousy flooded over him. “My love’s got married.” Suguru could only blame himself for abandoning you both, envious he wouldn’t be able to share the Gojo last name with the both of you. A part of him was truly happy for you two, moving on after his selfish act. It wouldn’t have been fair to request either of you to remain stagnant.

“In October two years ago.” Satoru smiled sadly, twiddling with the diamond band on his ring finger. Proud to call you his wife, to be the one to take care of you and cherish moments spent together. It hurt that Suguru couldn’t be a part of it.

“I can fix you… then… then we can try to mend everything. Sugu please.” You choked.

But the decision had been made for you, the conclusion that Suguru was on death’s doorstep had become destiny in the moment. Your pleas and cries went unanswered even if it pained both of the men to cause such agony for you. In the end Suguru no longer had the ability to change, too stuck in his ideals to let them go. “I still love you.” You weeped.

Suguru’s heart sank at your words, even after the crimes he had commited and the torture he had put you through your emotions remained in tact, “I love you too.” The raven haired man kisses your temple, “and I love you, ‘Toru.”

A few tears had finally escaped his cerulean eyes, “I love you too… I’m sorry.”

A flash of purple came into your peripheral vision, the ringing in your ears was painful. Time had slowed as Suguru’s muscular body fell limp in your arms, the look of horror on your face was one that Satoru would remember forever. A loud scream erupted from your lungs that it felt as though they’d rip open at the seams, oxygen became impossible to inhale as you wailed out to the sky clutching his lifeless body in your arms. “No! No, ‘Toru… no. Suguru please,” The only thing you could muster was to beg and wail, preparing to use the entirety of your cursed energy to bring back your dead lover.

But Satoru pulled you away before you could do anything, holding your flailing body in his arms as he howled alongside you. He would hold onto this guilt for the rest of his life, ripping Suguru away from your lives as he meant nothing when he was everything would tear him to shreds. Suguru had perished by his own hands, he felt like a monster. All he could do was throw you over his shoulder and listen to the heart wrenching wails that left you as he dragged you away from Suguru.

He’d never forgive himself.

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[revletter]

It's almost time! He said he'd be back exactly "eleven seventeen"...

This is yesterday's Genovember, because yesterday my favorite person just got back from a long trip. Time well spent. 😊💖

We all agree that Mario has one of those dorky indestructible Casio watches under his sleeve, right? Yes? Okay, just checking.

10 MORE SECONDS (days? idk, I'm losing my mind) till the SMRPG remake!!!

[ozimagines]

Hi!!! I’m so glad somebody is finally writing for Oz ❤️ It makes me so happy and your writing is amazing! I was wondering if you could do an imagine with Chico and Miguel dating someone who is tall and plus sized. Your blog is one of my favorites btw!

Oooooooooooooh! Idk why this specific combo has never crossed my mind before lol. I’m tall irl and before my ED (healthiest at my heaviest and unhealthiest at my lightest.) was pretty curvy too. And I’m all about big bad and beautiful winning over these himbos. Don’t even think it would be a question for them. Alsooo idk if you meant separately, but my polyamorous brain wrote this whole thing as a throuple till my monogamous friend was like… yo not everyone is comfy with that 😬 I see dating as improv, it’s a lot of ‘yes and’. So if you want separately too just re-request it and I promise I’ll try to get it out way sooner than this one.🫠

(And thank you so much 😭 I know mostly everyone who frequents this page and I like seeing your account like stuff. I have an idea of most of your preferences at this point. Makes me feel like I might not be shit at this when people like and request😂)

Buuuuuut, while it is a Reader fic, the reader in my mind is based off someone I knew, and the boys responses are mine to them. The story is called Much Too Much, which is a poem I wrote for a plus sized non binary person I fell in love with, but who sadly didn’t love me. They were too much as a person, and I’m greedy and wanted it all, I’ll admit that. And I let them know as often as I could how wonderful they were, but it just wasn’t right. Archie was my Bonnie. That person I don’t belong with but can’t get out of my head. Still love you, Archie, this one’s for you.

Chico Guerra x Tall!Plus!Sized!Reader x Miguel Alvarez

Much Too Much (1/?)

It’s a little hard not to be self conscious in today’s world, even if there wasn’t a thing about yourself that you’d change.

That said, you knew who you were, and most people can’t say that.

Miguel met you first. You worked part time at the local theatre and he was becoming an up and coming stage manager.

You always catch him sneaking glances your way. His wandering dark eyes.

You did notice that when you were changing backstage quickly, that he averted his eyes out of respect. It was one of the only times he’d taken his eyes off you.

Miguel wasn’t super traditional, but he’d done things a certain way because people did things a certain way. And his partners had always been shorter than himself. You, on the other hand, were not, towering a couple of inches over him.

He was intimidated if he was honest, not used to feeling small.

That said, he still pined for you. You were clearly attractive, clearly funny, and Jesus you had a kindness that he just didn’t find often.

You introduced yourself after rehearsal, telling him you were happy to work with him.

🥴🫠 -Miguel

You talked for a minute, just about life in general. He said something dryly that made you laugh, and he blushed.

Miguel knows he’s a snack. Truly he does.

It’s just that when he actually cares his body kind of shuts down.

“Hey, so if maybe you weren’t busy later-“

“Miguel, Miguel.” Chico sauntered in, flanked by his men because he never truly understood the concept of a fair fight.

Miguel froze and rolled his eyes.

“Friend of yours?” You ask sarcastically, and it’s Miguel’s turn to smile a little.

Chico’s eyes flashed to you angrily… at first.

Then he took you over.

“Damn”. He audibly breathed.

You smile confidently, if a little confused at first.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Instead of his usual shitheel reply, he just raises his hands like he’s holding a camera and said “click”.

“I’ll use that later, thank you.” He smirked, trying his darndest to make you blush under his intense gaze.

Alvarez noticed this too.

“Y/N, this is Chico, who has decided to live rent free embedded in my ass for all eternity.” Miguel introduced with a huff.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, faggot.” Then Chico thinks for a second and turns to you:

“No offense.” He says casually, even if you’re a woman.

You can’t help but giggle, warming both the guys to their core.

“None taken, I guess, though I’m a little more concerned about how Miguel took it.” You replied, still smiling.

You weren’t intimidated. It was like watching a chihuahua annoy a black cat. You didn’t realize the danger behind their threats yet, and even if you did, let’s be dead on balls honest here; these two are bombshells and it was a little hot that they hated each other so passionately.

“Thanks, Y/N.”

“Why?”

Both said in unison.

You turn to Miguel. He had this perpetual look on his face that everyone he knew liked kicking him down, and it hurt to see him that way.

“I am free tonight, Miguel. I’d love to go out with you.” You reply honestly. Miguel smiles one of his rare, genuine smiles. Chico grimaces.

“You know he was in an asylum or solitary for most of his prison stay and when he wasn’t smearing shit on his cell wall, he was rubbing one out to me.” Chico interjects aggressively.

Miguel’s vein made its appearance again and his eyes go hard. You sort of look at him to see if it’s true and you can see by his reaction that it was.

“And when this prick wasn’t trying to kill me, fuck me, or some perverted combination of both, he was fucking everything that could fog a mirror, and snorting heroin like someone told him it was the cure for being a jackass!”

You do fucking laugh now. You laugh so hard you can’t see straight. They both looked concerned at the other. They don’t often get this reaction to their bullshit.

When you catch your breath, you touch both of their arms, looking down a little at them, like a parent might be patient with their kids.

“Miguel, shit smeared cell wall aside, I’d still love to go out with you.”

Miguel is confused but his heart lifts a little.

Chico gritted his teeth, making a note to find out the location of your date, murder Alvarez before he can get there, and steal you instead. A flawless plan in his mind, when you turn to him.

“You too, brown eyes. I’d like to match that freak sometime.”

Now they’re both stunned… and more than a little turned on. 🔥

You see the confusion, and without them asking a thing, spin slowly around, gesturing confidently at yourself, saying;

“Look at me, boys. There’s enough of me to go around.”😘

If this were a cartoon, they’d be drooling and wolf whistling by now.

Your date with Miguel is first. Miguel takes you out to a favorite bar of his. Lowkey, just a neighborhood thing. He just wanted a place where he could get to know you… and possibly feel you under the table if you’d let him. 🥺

You were more intoxicating than the drinks. Just everything about you was so genuine it cramped his cheeks how much he was smiling.

“Never dated someone taller than me, if I’m honest.”

“I’m a first for a lot of guys.” You smirk, before adding; “how’s the experience so far? Everything you hoped and dreamed?”

“More.” Miguel chuckled. “Too much, actually.”

“Too much?” You smile broadly. It was a nice description.

“Yeah. Too much funny. Too much kindness. You’re just too much… but I’m a greedy fuck and I want it all.” He got accidentally sincere for a second there.

You were beyond flattered. It was just a very real moment and you were happy to share it with him. You go in for the kiss, feeling his hand on your waist and the low growl in the back of his throat as he did so.

When you break apart, you broach a subject with Miguel.

“I wanted to ask… well… why don’t YOU describe your… relationship with Chico to me?”

It was not delicate.

Miguel chuckled but his eyes got empty for a second.

“What’re you asking?” -Miguel questioned, knowing damn well what you were asking.

“He said-“

“He says a lot of shit.” He snapped and apologized a second after.

“I was around a lot of guys.” He reasoned after a moment. “Once that switch is flipped, it ain’t exactly easy to go back.”

“No it is not.” You agree with an amused expression in how he was explaining his crush like some sort of cancer gene.

“Did you ever?” You ask gently but he rolls his eyes and interrupts you.

“Yes, okay, at least half a dozen times.”

“Damn. Good for you two.”

His questioning expression tells you that you misunderstood.

“I’ve masturbated to Guerra a couple of times. What were you asking?”

“If you’ve ever fucked.” You smirk. “Should-a let me finish my question, answer’s locked in now.” 😉

He chuckled again but in sort of a grimace. You reminded him of Guerra in some ways and that was hard to reckon with. Maybe he did want to fuck the dude?

“Miiiguel”

Jesus fucking Christ.

You both turned to see Guerra standing there, two things different about him since you’d seen him last; 1) he was shitfaced, and 2) he was clean shaven.

Sploosh.

Carlo was standing behind him, rubbing his temples, literally having to be the mom of the group AGAIN.

“Hi, Y/N, sorry, he’s plastered.” He greeted you quietly. Carlo was trying to avoid an all out brawl in a bar while Jorge and Carlos, equally as crossfaded as Chico, were egging him on.

“Fuck em up, man!”

“Get em, Chico!”

Miguel wished he knew at least one other sane person.

“Miiiguel… I’d been hoppping and… playing (praying) for this daeeee.” He slurred, taking a cocksure step forward.

You snort a little laugh and catch his eyes for a second.

“I’llll deal with youuu laterrr…” he nods in your direction, before adding; “…in beddd.”

“Smooth.” You tease, still smiling. Jesus, the saga was getting more exciting before your eyes. Miguel wished he could crawl in a hole and pull the hole in after him, face to face with his enemy-crush and date-crush all in one go. It was overwhelming and he kept adjusting himself under the table. You didn’t have to look. You were sure of what you’d see anyway.

“Fuck you, man…” Miguel tried to reason but his heart was racing. He was trying not to lose his cool in front of either of you but that sexy number you were wearing and Chico’s clean jawline were NOT making it easy. 🫦

“Hmm.” Chico smirked and leaned in. “Onnnly in your wwwet dreams, Mi-chael.”

You dissolve into laugher again at nothing in particular. Just the situation. You think of something and act on impulse, you pull Chico into a kiss, relishing that smooth face on yours. You then break away and kiss Miguel softly on the lips, he barely kisses back, a little too in shock.

“Sit down, Chico. Move over, Miguel.” You command both of them and they instantly follow. “So, obviously there are some unresolved feelings here. And I’d love to get in the middle of this chaos sandwich you’re both making, but I have ground rules. Care to know what they are?”

“…yes.”

They both mutter, eyeing the other uneasily.

“Super. 1) no actual fighting. Be catty hoes all you want, but as soon as a punch lands, I bounce no matter who throws it. Got it?”

“…yes.”

“Love it. 2) jealousy gets handled in the bedroom only. Get possessive and weird-“

“You bounce?” -Chico

“Good boy.” You reward.

“Anything else?” Miguel asked, half sincere, half sarcastically.

A smile plays around your lips.

“Yeah… I’ll go out with both of you on one more condition… or rather a request. You both have to go out once without me.”

“Fuckin’ excuse me?” -Miguel

“The fuckkkkkk?” -Chico

“Just one date without me there. Just once.” You smile a little into your drink. “Just kinda curious to see what happens.”

“I’m not going out with the guy that’s been trying to kill me for five years.”

“I cccould do wwwway better than Mmmmiguel.”

They both answer at the same time and cast a look at the other.

“Better than me? Was I imagining your hard cock on my leg that day? Or the way you always seemed to ‘threaten’ me in the shower? Don’t play.”

“Who’sss playing? Think I didn’t hear about ttttthat night in solitary from Carlos?” Chico shot back, making his voice all high and whiny like Miguel talked in his head; “oh Chico ohh ohh Chicooo.”

“Bitch, you got hard every time I walked by-“

“BOYS!” You redirect them again, snapping your fingers until they’re looking at you.

“This is kinda my point. If you’re not gonna say it then I am. Chico, Miguel wants to fuck you. Miguel, Chico wants to fuck you. So just do it, damn.”

“So whasss your goal herrrre?” Chico snapped impatiently, still swaying from the liquor.

“Think I’d made it pretty clear I’d like to scale bone mountain with you two dorks.”

“Both?” Miguel asked.

“Yuh. If you’re keen.”

Miguel thought for a moment. He was wildly attracted to you… that said… Chico didn’t know what he was doing to him with that clean face.

“I… uh… sure, Y/N. Yeah, okay.” He eeked out after a moment. Chico’s head snapped towards him.

“What’reyoudoin-“ he sort of mumbled, swaying back and forth. Miguel just sort of smiled.

“Unless you’re chicken.” Miguel added with a sly smile. Chico raised his brows for a second.

“Ohhhhhh… Miguelito fffound his balls.” He sneered, almost unable to keep his eyes open. Miguel looked towards the side and noticed Carlos and Jorge both trying to bed the same woman, and Carlo was chatting with you for a second. He took his chance and leaned in and kissed Chico on the cheek, knowing Chico probably wouldn’t remember it to tell anyone in the morning.

Chico froze. He was trying to fuck you, and he’d made it pretty damn clear actually. That said… something about Miguel stirred something inside of him. Something real. He turns to Miguel, eyeing him thoughtfully for a second, before turning to you. You’re still taking to Carlo so he does the first thing he thinks to do; he kicks your leg under the table.

“Ow!”

“Ssssorry.” He bobs his head between you and Miguel, taking you both in.

“Surrrre. Whateverrrr.” Was all he said, but he grinned like a bitch the whole time.

“It’s settled then. Chico, if you’ll excuse us, this is still mine and Miguel’s evening. Maybe tomorrow after work is ours?”

Chico winked at you and grinned.

“Damnnnn straigh’.”

“Awesome… so both of your evenings will be Wednesday. Prepare yourself any way you must but this is happening.” You smile and think for a second;

“And take picture of you can.” 😘

The next night is your night with Chico. He’s far from a gentleman, but he goes out of his way for you to show you that he can provide.

(lol think he would identify as an ‘alpha’ and want to ‘provide and protect’ you.🤣 You don’t need it but it’s kinda cute to watch.)

He takes you to an arcade. He’s actually based at some of the games like a Ninja Turtle Mortal Combat style game and a classic racing game like Rally X.

He beats a high score on one and thoughtfully plugs in your initials instead of his own.

He’s all over you all night. You sort of expect this from him but Jesus it’s still pretty fun in person.

If you’re playing, his hand is on your shoulder. If you’re walking, it’s on your waist. If you’re ordering a drink, he’s fucking groping your ass under the bar. You have to playfully smack his hand away to avoid from being kicked out.

“What about you, cutie? Ever dated someone bigger than you before?”

“Taller or heavier?” He asks genuinely. He informs you he’s dated heavier, never taller. You nod at the information. He asks why you asked and you fill him in on your conversation with Miguel.

“Not surprised. He talks a big game but he still needs his cherry popped for like, half the sexual experiences out there.” He remarks and you gasp and giggle at the unconscious burn.

“Interesting.”

He asks what you mean and you mention you didn’t clock yourself as ‘his type’.

“My type is hot as hell and freaky as fuck. You got that, you’re my type.” He nods over his shoulder as he shoots baskets, trying to win you that overpriced stuffed Axolotl he saw you looking at in the window.

“I just meant-“

“I like someone I can grab onto, okay?” He says absentmindedly shooting baskets. When he finishes, he turns to you, collects the tickets, and gives you a withering, heart palpitating stare. “Given the chance, I’d hoped it would be you.”

You blush slightly. He’s good, you had to give him that. And a whole lot more coherent now that he wasn’t plastered.

“Maybe you will.” You offer, taking his place at the pinball machine. You feel him pressed behind you, moving along with your rhythm.

By the end of the night, you two are making out like teenagers in his car. His hands rolling over your body.

“Mmmm querida/o/x…”

His hands rake over your flesh, his smaller body on top of yours, giving you everything he had.

So you fuck. You know it’s gonna piss of Miguel but you in the backseat of Chico’s car was just too much to bear.

Much, much too much.

[whumpiary]

i haven't posted anything in ages and ages but i have a multi-part piece that has been in the bank for far too long now that i think i'm gonna finally throw into the void. it feels weird to just chuck it up with no pre-amble? so this post is me pre-ambling to that I can tell my brain it's chill to post the thing

hope you're all havin' a lovely december!

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

Scuze me, I'm gonna need that lovely and well written soulmate au with our boy Soapy part 5 plz & gracious thank yous

i get the feeling a few of y'all are waiting on that one ;) i understand. soap is easy to love.

doing my best to finish up and get it posted this weekend! de nada ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

[bunsandstuff]

I. Of Hearts and Oaths

[multiversal-pudding]

Honestly- with it being confirmed that at least episode 8’s been delayed + the fact 7 and 8 were kinda presented as a package deal thing- I’m kinda wondering at this point if maybe Glitch might be planning to release TADC ep 2 first and then release MD eps 7 and 8 as a pair/with a relatively short separation between the two after, not as in as a TADC-favoritism-by-glitch thing, more “MD is approaching its finale/season finale(?) which can be pretty make-or-break for a show, while TADC ep 2 is comparatively lower stakes at least in terms of the narrative” (note: I say this as someone who likes both MD and TADC)

Like, honestly if I was making decisions on it, even as an MD fan I could totally see the argument to do TADC ep 2 first as a holdover/ basically guarantee funding and time for the MD finale to be the showstopper a (season?) finale deserves to be-

[heavy-heavy-rain]

It'd been 30 minutes since she first accidentally went off trail. Or 40 minutes, she wasn't exactly sure. She had only been expecting a light drizzle, but it seems every minute, the rain was going stronger, the downpour stinging her eyes. She had passed row after row of identical-looking tree, fishnetted calves caked with rain and mud and intermittently lashed with reeds. How had she even gotten here? What was she thinking? Why was she still in a bunny suit of all things??? She could only barely keep herself from weeping, cursing her own foolishness. What Fubuki needed now was a miracle...

W-was that a structure in the distance? A cabin, perhaps.

Fubuki waddled as fast as her chunky legs could carry her towards safety.

@nevermindtheweights

[bellpeppersand-beef]

@shitpostgenerator x cowboy bebop // part 3

[genderdotcom]

got 90% up the jumping puzzle and had to stop to gpose